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Ch. 3 The Curse of Colven

Night Vigil ran along the walls, jumping between the walls of the ally he was running down. Sentry had been right, there were plenty of Ponies to arrest at the Duke's residence. The pack was in pursuit of his men that were still in town, the fools were not even trying for stealth. As if in a straight path leading to the gates they ran in to two or three at a time. He came to a stop at the garden fence of the outside eating area of "The Dragon", the eatery their land pony ran. Also known as the place where the pack hung out, or home.

A group of eight making a showing of eating and drinking loudly and rudely. Pure show, and a show that Heart Drop was not very pleased about.

"You not Pony, you Jack Asses! My wolves make short work of you when they get here!" She yelled at them.

She didn't have to wait long as not only did Malon show up but also her son Iron Curtain and his wife Mortisha. There was no exchange of words, just a gesture that Vigil could only assume was a remnant from her old days as a mob wife. The result is all that mattered. Malon charged in, a mountain of a wolf and claimed four opponents by running in to them.

Iron did essentially the same thing, but where as Malon was armed with only his fists, Iron had a length of chain and a nasty hook. He took on three. Leaving one stallion thinking he had won the lottery. Where as seven of his buddies were taking on two moving walls of muscles and violence, he had a little pony in a tight black leather bodice and a flowing long skirt.

He sneered lustily at the goth pony before him, who remained calm, cold and expressionless. He advanced on her with a wicked little knife. With a sigh she grabs her skirt and it comes off in a flourish to reveal a pair of tight leather shorts, knee high leather boots and thigh high fishnet stockings. None of that caught his attention as much as the rapier that just appeared in her hand and was sticking in his chest.

"No challenge. I pierced your heart. By its self not fatal, the poison I have coated my blade in has killed you already." She proclaimed very quietly.

He didn't hear her though as he fell to his knees, grin still plastered on his face as he turned a deep purple and fell over. Vigil didn't stick around for the rest. He took off in the direction of men yelling. In another ally he found three more dead ponies and Gilgamesh looting the bodies. He didn't stay for that either. There were others to get before they left the city.

"Shima, I need you little sister."

A little spirit dragon of oriental decent materializes along side him. The silly little thing wraps herself around his shoulders and neck and starts nuzzling his cheek and purring. Vigil knew she was currently a thousandth of her real size, and silly was a good word, she was never serious. Before he could tell her anything though she took off and flew into his chest. Her power enhanced his and he picked up speed.

Buildings and streets blurred by in an instant, and the city gates grew large. There it was the last of the Duke's entourage left in the city proper. He draws his long katana as he gets near and with a single swipe as he runs by, the damage is done. Vigil stops running and comes to a sliding stop at the gate. He turns in time to see the carriage veer to avoid him, and the wheels come off as it does sending the Carriage into a roll.

Ponies slowly start to pull them selves from the carriage as he approaches. He grins behind his mask, and he can feel Shima's joy inside of him grow in anticipation. The fools pull weapons.

"By orders of Queen Celestia you are all under arrest. Please resit."

They did.

In the Everfree night has fallen, and a very full moon looms low in the sky. Duke Hard Stone's hopes rose as he knew around the next bend was the fork that would either take him deeper in to the Everfree or in to the open country side. And the open country side is what he wanted. Once there his party could really open up the engines on these auto carriages and make a faster get away.

"Faster you fools, we are almost out of their territory!"

The convoy rounded the corner and there it was the fork in the road. The excitement at seeing this was very short lived as the car in front of his blew up, and then the car direct behind him. Furious he sticks head out the window. There he stood, the Queens personal guard dog, Sentry wolf. Stone faced, bow in hand, arrow drawn.

"Run that fucking wolf over! He dares to stop me?! Kill him!"

His driver floors it. And Sentry looses his arrow. The arrow travels all of five feet before two giant astral dragons appear, their mouths open in twin roars that promised death and destruction. They tore up everything in their path. The road, some trees, and brush, the carriages. When all was said and done the dragons tore off sky wards opening up a hole in the dense canopy.

On the forest floor burning debris was everywhere. Not a single pony was badly injured. Sentry had said they wouldn't be. Spitfire had asked him what the point of the attack was going to be than if he was going to tell his dragons to not hurt any one. Though to be honest she didn't believe him at the time about the dragons. He had simply told her to stay at the back of the convoy and keep anyone from escaping and to enjoy the show. So that is what she was doing, hiding in the shadows with her spear and watching.

"You fucking dirty wolf! What are you going to do now?! Your kind are not known for your magical powers, so that had to be your one trick! And none of us are dead so you wasted it! So what now?! You are grossly out numbered and out classed."

Spitfire watched as the Duke snapped his fingers and every member of his group pulled out those new fancy guns Cloudsdale was bragging about inventing. She wanted to jump in, but he had said to wait, and besides he looked calm still.

"What?! What are you going to do mutt?!"

Sentry Discards his bow, and than the rest of his weapons, much to the Dukes disbelief. Its when he silently disrobed that the Duke thought he was truly crazy. Slowly Sentry Wolf steps in to the light from the full moon, freshly exposed by his dragons.

"I am one with my wolf"

The words are barely audible as he speaks them. The effect is instantaneous though as his body bends and distorts. In the space of a fist full of heart beats Sentry's body triples in size, and he goes from a well built man with wolf ears and a tail to a nine foot tall, at the shoulders, dire wolf with gray fur, thick corded muscles, bright yellow eyes, and sharp gleaming fangs. Everyone was petrified at the sight before them.

The monster charged forward, a cyclone of gnashing teeth and claws. Chunks of flesh went flying and blood fell like rain. Five died before one even had the wits to pull the trigger on their gun. The bullets didn't even penetrate the dire wolfs thick hide. If any thing it further angered the beast. Even Spitfire was taken back by the sheer violence she was witnessing. So this was the power of the "Pack". Could they all do this, were they all this nightmarish?

Soon there was only one standing, and he was standing in his own filth, openly shaking. The Dire Wolf slowly circled him, snarling and snapping his jaws. Blood and gore dripped from its jaws and claws. It could be plainly seen the Duke was trying to come up with a scathing retort, some last act of defiance. The wolf lunged and with a snap took his head clean off. Before the body hit the ground the monster started to eat its final victim.

Spitfire was going to vomit, this was just to much, she had to get away. Slowly she took a step back and stepped on a dry branch. The sound of it cracking under her boot was so loud it had to have been heard at the castle. The Dire wolf heard, and those glowing fierce yellow eyes whipped in her direction and focused on her. Her brain was screaming at her to fly away as fast as she could. But her wings just wouldn't obey her, her body would not obey her. She was a trembling whimpering mess as she continued to back away from the Dire Wolf that was now stalking her. Its growl loud and deep, I shook her entire body more than it was already shaking.

She watched as it pushed past smaller trees to advance on her, and as it left the light of Luna's full moon it changed. Sentry didn't come back, not even close. But in the blink of the eyes it went from a nine foot Dire Wolf on all fours to a hybrid of some kind. Still nine feet tall, still covered in fur, still thick corded muscles, but now on two feet, and very much the monster of legend. A werewolf. She continued to back away from the beast that was advancing on her much faster now. Suddenly she couldn't back up any more, she had stupidly backed herself right up against a tree. She turned her head to the side, screwed her eyes shut and prayed for a quick end. But death didn't come. She was well aware of the fact that he was right in front of her, so close that as he panted his foul breath washed over the top of her head.

"Tell me, flying pony, are you nude under that pretty blue leather?"

Her eyes shoot open and she turns her head up to look at him.

"Even if you can speak, and can understand me, I will not answer that question."

He growls and bares his teeth while reaching towards her and running a sharp claw along the side of her mask. With out realizing it her own hands come up to the back of her mask and pulls it off, exposing her face to the cool night air.

"More"

Again with out realizing it her hands go behind her head and pull the draw cord out from the back of her neck high collar so she can than reach behind her back and pull the zipper down on her one piece full body leather body suit. She kicks her boots off, loosing a few more inches to him. But he must have gotten tired of waiting because his monstrous hands roughly grab her shoulders and with a mighty yank she is off her feet and her uniform is off her body. Her bare yellow skin ass lands hard on the forest floor. She is quickly back to her feet and her bare back pressed hard to the tree. Were there not a nine foot tall monster leering down at her she would use the opportunity to scratch that itch between her wings.

"So you are nude under your leather." was he smirking or sneering.

She turns her head as her yellow cheeks take a pink tint. He steps closer and she gasps as something hot and hard touches her stomach. Looking down between her heaving tits she sees the head of his werewolf cock looking back up at her. She gasps again. She had been with a few stallions, all abusive and hit and runs. After a few wild fucks they would never show interest in her again. None of them had a thing on the wolf member before her. It was long, thick and a very angry red. A thing of beauty and a wonder she had to touch. With trembling fingers she does indeed touch it. It jumps in her hands and pulses as she holds it.

"You can be aroused, and he thinks you are cold. I bet you are very very warm, flying pony."

Spitfire is completely overwhelmed by his presence. His dominant spirit over riding her sense and sense ability. Getting on her knees just felt right, as did wrapping her lips around the crown of that cock. Looking up at him he was for sure smirking now.

"Go on, it will not suck its self"

And suck she did. Rhythmically her head bobs on the massive wolf meat before her. She only stopped sucking it so she could slow stroke it and swab his balls with her tongue. After a while her jaw was starting to hurt and she was wondering if he was ever going to cum. Roughly his hands take both sides of her head and he rams his cock to the back of her throat. Thick ropes of wolf seed shoot down in to her stomach. Wiping her mouth she gets back on her feet and just looks up at him, some of her will coming back.

"You made me do that, didn't you?"

"I made you do nothing. You wanted to get on your knees before me."

He leans in so they are nose to nose.

"You, wanted to suck my dick just now."

A little closer and their lips were almost touching.

"And you want me to pin you to this tree and claim you like you have never been claimed before."

There it was again, that over whelming presence. Breathlessly she whispers.

"Yes"

And her lips crush to his. As their faces fought for dominance he reaches down and hooks her one leg in the crook of his arm, than the other. Both powerful hands grip the tree behind her with crushing force and a hot hard object is at her intimate entrance.

She doesn't have time or the mind set to beg as that big foreign object invades her personal territory. And she wanted it to. Roughly he did exactly what he said he was going to do and claimed her for himself. It was hot, and passionate, and just a little rougher than she liked. His stamina was incredible as he finished her off quickly, set her down, turned her around and reentered mounted her from behind. Her vaginal area was a sloppy mess, and he hadn't even cum once.

By the time he did though they were on the forest floor again, and she had moaned her self horse. Though he was finally starting to show signs of fatigue. His panting got heavier, his hips more erratic, and his canine knot was starting to grow. In her haze though she didn't know it was happening till his hips slammed in to hers and they stayed there. She felt it grow exponentially, locking them together. With a howl he let his seed flow into her. Her eyes shoot open and she gasps several times in a silent orgasmic bliss, before going limp.

"Fuck!" With a a look of mild disgust he looks around.

Death, destruction, and carnage everywhere. Some fresh meat to should the urge strike again. For the time being though he had a passed out Pegasus attached to his dick. She wasn't bad looking and had satisfied his needs, he wouldn't kill her.

"Fuck!"

Vigil stood on the balcony completely nude. The night air playing over his body, his ears and tail twitching of their own accord. He knew he had heard the call, and he didn't want to believe it. Sentry would not bring forth Colven for just one pony and his personal guards. But Luna had made sure there was a full moon, and the scent of blood was heavy. Especially in the direction of the Everfree. And now the unmistakable call of a werewolf. Colven was on the loose, and he was about to call Glider to help him go after him. That was until a set of cream and brown arms snaked around his chest and a set of massive tits pressed in to his back.

"You left Heart alone in bed."

"Trouble is in the air."

"Glider knows about us, so no worries"

He turns in her arms and kisses her. The land pony, owner of the Dragon, and all round nymphomaniac bedded down in his bed several nights a week. It all started so she could get a break from the more persistent suitors that frequented her loving embrace. She loved wolf cock the most, but some times she needed a break.

"Come back to bed, Heart make you feel much, much better."

With a warm smile she backed up and tugged on his arm, bringing his hand up to her face to suckle on one of his fingers suggestively. He was a walking erection the rest of the way.

Celestia woke up to the sensation of someone watching her. Sitting up nude in bed she looked around the room. The light of the full moon lighting some of the room brightly, while others were cast in deeper shadows. Carefully her eyes scanned. She noticed that the balcony door was open and the curtains were swaying in the night breeze. Crawling out of bed she padded across the cool marble to shut the door.

That's when she noticed it, blood. Looking in to the darkest corner she became aware of deep heavy breathing and a set of bright yellow eyes glaring out at her. She was only temporarily surprised.

"Colven, what in the name of all the ancient bonds are you doing here?"

Colven stood up to his full height and stepped out of the shadows and slowly towards her.

"My Queen" He sneered.

"What?! Are you doing here."

"Oh is that any way to speak to me. Your protector."

She was not impressed by his bravado, and even less moved by his charisma. Her glare didn't waver, nor did her body. The only thing that changed was her horn started to glow a bit and her hands balled in to fists. Colven was instantly cowed, and cowered low to the ground before her as if she had actually physically struck him with a rolled up news paper.

"What did you think was going to happen. His jealousy is great, and you allowed that swine to defile you. Hurt you. Badly. Of course he would call me."

He gets back to his feet and smirks again. "He loves you. The fool."

Celestia turns from the werewolf, she could no longer stand the sight of the blood on his face and body. Or his raging hard on. Even more though, Colven's forthrightness about Sentry was some out sudden and sobering.

"He is a fool because you are mine and mine alone. No one else can have you."

She spins around so suddenly and strikes him with such force that he goes flying back into the corner. He is back on his feet and charging her, teeth and claws bared. He stops just in front of her growling loudly and fiercly. Tried as hard as he might he could not touch her. That look of disgust was back on Celestia's face as she jabbed a sharp well manicured nail right at his snout and with a whip like motion slammed him hard to the ground.

"I! am! No ones! Especially not yours! Now begone and release him!"

Colven cowered before her and started to back slink back in to the shadows.

"You watch, you will be mine one day, and there is nothing that weakling can do to stop me."

With that he contorted and started to pull in on himself till once again Sentry is standing before her, back arched, head back, standing on his toes. Suddenly his body goes limp and he lands in heap on the ground. Celestia's facade breaks and she runs to Sentry gathering him in her arms as she comes to a sliding halt on her bare knees.

"Sentry, Sentry answer me. I command you to answer me."

"My. Queen" Hardly above a whisper.

With a weeping sigh she hugs him to her chest and sits there rocking the unconscious wolf.

In the frozen north, in the Crystal Empire, Princess Mi Amore Cadenza runs for all of her life. She had come to the Crystal Empire to study and learn so that she may one day take over as its ruler, as was intended. Her mentor though, the sorcerer Sambra, had other plans. So she ran for her life. Suddenly a nebulous black cloud opened in front of her and she was back in her chambers. A massive black fist back handed her hard across the face. She landed hard on her bed holding her face.

King Sambra Stood before her, stark naked, looking like a chiseled statue. With a wrenching motion her clothes were torn from her body leaving her salmon pink body exposed to him. Till this moment the only one other than her sisters to see her naked was her best friend. He advanced on her.

"Scream, resist, fight me all you want Princess. But your body is mine, and you will give me an heir."

Why was this happening to her, she had not ever done anything wrong. And where was her protectors, where was her friend. Where was Sentry Wolf?