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"RETREEEEEA- AAAHHHMMMPHHH" A royal guard sergeant exclaims as he is quickly bottled.

Just moments ago, The forces in Cloudsdale thought they were safe. Princess Luna was to take them back to Canterlot, and aside from a strange set of attire on the Princess of the Night. It all seemed like everything was going to be just fine, that is until the Princess herself bottled a guard right in front of the whole army followed by Tempest and Gleaming Shield popping out from behind two clouds and bottling a fair amount of troops themselves. The three of them manage to perform an ambush in plain sight. Tempest quickly throws any of her spheres at guards trying to escape.

No longer does Tempest's spheres petrify. Now they quickly bottle up anypony who gets hit. Even though it was only 3 against hundreds, the guards felt like they were surrounded at all sides. And the genie number only grew as transformed guards now got on on the action if they were released. Quickly turning the numbers gradually over to the genie side.

It hardly resembled a battle, this was a rout. The panicked screams of the troops as they try in vain to avoid being bottled. Anyone who dared try to assault the genies only ended up in a bottle faster. So the guards could only rely on the latter of their fight or flight instincts. And even those running away are starting to realize that wasn't going to work either...

Tempest smirked as she continued to flip and kick her genifying orbs towards the mostly fleeing ponies. When she was under the command of the Storm King, these kinds of 'battles' always felt so tedious, now that she's got more control over her life, she's genuinely having fun with it!

"This is all they have to offer? I'd be disappointed if it weren't so fun!" She laughed and launched another ball into a group. While she had been focused on the 'ground', Princess Luna and Gleaming Shield had taken to the air, circling around any stragglers attempting to fly away.

While the sight of the princess had initially brought hope, it had been quickly replaced by fear. Some go so far to think that she'd become Nightmare Moon once again. "THE PRINCESS HAS GONE ROGUE! WE CANNOT DEFEAT HER! NIGHTMARE MOON HAS RETURNED!"

Luna didn't take too kindly to that, but they would understand soon enough. Using the royal canterlot voice, she boomed over the screams. "YOU ARE MISTAKEN, I HAVE NOT BEEN SWAYED BACK INTO THE DARKNESS! I HAVE BEEN REBORN, AS THE GENIE OF THE NIGHT!! YOU SHOULD ALL REJOICE IN YOUR OWN COMING REBIRTH!" The screams from the air were soon met with silence as she bottled them up.

On Gleaming's end, she seemed to be the most disappointed in the guards ``Didn't I train you better than this?! You should have been ready to face any threat head on! Seems I'll have to make sure you're all put through some more intensive training!" Using a variation of her shield spell, Gleaming was able to encompass multiple guards in pink bubbles, but these were not normal shields. They stunned the guards within them before shrinking down enough to fit into new bottles.

Off in the distance, Gleaming can just see a particularly familiar guard running in the cloud city's alleyways trying to avoid detection from any of the genies causing chaos. It was a buff brown stallion with his blue mane shaped by his helmet. It had to be none other than Spearhead, one of Gleaming's best friends while she was still Shining Armor and in the Royal Guard. Gleaming asks Luna and Tempest if they can hold off the rest while she... catches a friend.

“Mind if I go see an old friend? We’ll need to catch up, or rather… I catch him” She winks

The two nod at Gleaming's request, they're not having any trouble with these guards whatsoever, so missing a genie isn't a big deal. They snicker at the thought of Gleaming having some fun with her old friend before getting back to their genifications.

Gleaming follows Spearhead until she's sure he's alone. Slipping into the shadows behind him, she makes sure she can't be seen.

Using her magic, she masks her voice to sound like it used to before she'd transformed. "Spear, it's me! I'm so glad you were able to get away! T-those genies, they're relentless! But don't worry, I'm here to help!"

Spearhead is initially spooked when he hears a voice from behind aiming his spear at where he hears the voice from "AHHHH STAY BACK! I'M WARNING YOU!.." But then he realizes it's a voice that's most familiar to him, and drops his guard. As it was none other the voice of his friend and former Captain. "Oh it's just you, Captain Shining... thank goodness. But as for your help... I know you prefer us to go on the offensive... but I'm not sure anything we do will work on these... genies. Any stallions that remembered your words just ended up being bottled right away! And now they're genies, too! The stallions were even transformed into mares!"

"Don't beat yourself up over it, save that energy for the fight ahead!" She says, trying to assure him. "There's no way they could have known what the genies were capable of...I was unfortunately too late to warn any of them...." She feigns sadness, but it should be enough to convince Spearhead.

His voice then mutters a bit quietly "Granted, I do have to admit they were turned into very attractive ones..."

A small smirk comes across her face when she hears how attractive Spear thinks they are. “(You'll be with them soon enough Spear... soon enough)”

Spearhead shakes his head and gets back on Topic "Listen, Shining. We have to get out of here... warn your wife, warn Princess Celestia, warn your sister, warn everypony! While we still can!"

Gleaming’s Shining voice lowers to a somber tone at the mention of Cadance and Celestia. "No... it's too late for that... Those genies, they got to Celestia... and Cadance too… it's because of them I was able to get away. I failed them, Spear!" She yells, hitting a nearby wall. Gleaming was acting her heart out, trying her hardest to not break character. "I just wish we had a way to stop them!"

Spearhead is disheartened by the fact that Celestia and Cadence have already been compromised, but he is quick to point out there's still a tiny bit of hope. "There is still your sister and no doubtedly all her friends. In tight spots, the Elements of Harmony has always bailed us out when things looked bleak"

"Yeah… that's true. Twilight always did figure out how to get out of a jam..." Gleaming snickered to herself, Spear's comment about being in a tight spot had her thinking on what she'll hear when he's shoved into his own tight spot. "If there's anypony who can help, it's them. We should try to get out of Cloudsdale with any pony we can, see if we can regroup with Twilight and the others!" She said in a hopeful tone.

"Once this is all over, you'll be able to focus more on your art! I know you'd been talking about wanting to do that more right?"

Spearhead wondered briefly why he heard a light laugh from Shining as he replied about Twilight. But he brushes it off and chuckles "Yeah, seriously... once this crisis is over. I'm retiring for certain, and becoming a full fledged artist from then on! Before military service gives me any more gray hairs at my young age..."

"Retire...?" This made Gleaming feel some genuine emotion rather than the act she was putting on. It nearly made her break character and reveal her voice. She may be aiming to genify him but he was still one of her best friends. They'd been in the guard together for years. So the thought of him leaving the guard stung, but it's understandable. This did give her an idea for his vessel though. She conjures up something in her hoof, but it's not a bottle. “(I think he's going to need something to better represent that dream… if I can just get him to say it as a wish…)”

Spearhead salutes before asking one more question "Say Captain, when did you even get here. I admit I never saw you arrive, did you get here while I was sleeping awaiting Luna's arrival?"

The question about how she'd gotten there did make her hesitate for a moment but she smiled "I had no choice but to sneak in. The genies were on my tail since the Crystal Empire fell to them. Practically going from cave to cave, any dark spot I could find to stay out of sight. Kind of like what we're doing now." This was something Gleaming shouldn't have said, this whole time she'd been a silhouette with a voice, Spearhead hasn't actually seen her during the whole conversation.

Spearhead does realize that this whole time Shining hadn't even shown himself, if he was hiding in the shadows because of the genies. "Wait, if you're hiding from the genies, why haven't you shown yourself before me...? If I didn't know any better, you could actually be a changeling-in-disguise!"

(“Oh I know he didn't just compare me to the....ok...ok...no it's a fair point. Breathe, I've got this...He doesn't think I'm a genie.”) Gleaming clearly didn't appreciate the changeling comparison, but considering her actions thus far, it makes sense it would be Spearhead's thought process. Gleaming takes a deep breath, changing her body to look like what it used to, no veils or genie attire. She even made sure to add some scrapes and make herself look a bit disheveled, to be more convincing that she'd been on the run with no rest.

While she thought it might be nice to be back in her old form, it no longer felt familiar. It was strange to say the least. Gleaming steps out into the light, allowing Spearhead to see her. "Don't compare me to the changelings! I just...I've been on the run since the empire, it was hard to know who to trust...for all I know, you could have been a genie in disguise! I'm sorry, Spear, I'm just a bit on edge..." She pauses "Is there a place we can fall back to? A bunker? maybe there's some remaining resistance left? We can all escape together, at the very least warn whoever's there that it won't be safe from the newly made genies!"

Spearhead is considerably calmed now that he can actually see his friend in full-form though he's downtrodden as to options as to where they can go. "To be honest, it might only be us two against the world at this point... but if there's anypony of the entire force former or otherwise that I'd choose from to at least try to beat the odds... you're the one I'd want most by my side"

"Heh, you always did know what to say to get me fired up. Thank you, Spearhead, I needed to hear that. You know I'll always have your back too." She smiled. "Alright let me think of something..." She looks out of the alleyway, 'checking' where they could go. Though given that she had flown herself there, she knew the layout of the city just fine and she already knew that both Tempest and Luna wouldn't be bothering them. She turns back to Spearhead "Ok I know this is going to sound crazy, but I think we can make a run for it. We'll cut through the Cloudsdale museum of art and then take the back exit. All we have to do is cut through this street to get there. Are you with me, Spear?"

Spearhead grimaces, knowing that if he and/or Shining are caught for even a second. The tall purple one could bottle them in mere moments with those near unavoidable spheres as he saw befall on many of his own comrades. But he's known Shining all his career, and most times the Captain ordered a risky maneuver. It all worked out in the end. "Alright, Captain. I trust you. Let's go!"

"Keep your head down and MOVE! I'm right behind you!" Darting out from the alleyway, she and Spearhead rush to the museum. Gleaming looking around at the skies for any 'incoming spheres'. The two of them could hear some of Tempest's orbs crashing into the clouds a few streets over. The screams and then moans of ponies being transformed echoed through the streets. "GO GO GO! WE'RE ALMOST THERE!"

Tempest had flown up, catching a glimpse of the duo and snickered. (“Well well well, someone's having fun. Didn't take her as the acting type, hmm I should give her friend a scare and play along!”) She kicks an orb in their direction, but intentionally misses. From their perspective, Spear wouldn't know who she's aiming for but Gleaming can see that they're not going to hit them. But for the sake of her plan, she keeps up the act.

"Spear, on your right! Dodge it! That dark purple one might have spotted us!"

"AHHHH, CAPTAIN! WE'RE AS GOOD AS APPLE CIDER NOW!" Though miraculously he thinks he managed to dodge some of Tempest's spheres. Not knowing that she was missing on purpose. He could hardly believe his luck, but he has no time to celebrate too soon. He runs quickly, and manages to ‘dodge’ more of Tempest's spheres. Before he and "Shining" both dive towards the art museum's entrance. A sphere exploding just behind them.

Spearhead gets a moment to catch his breath, he breathes heavy as he looks at his friend. "She's going to come in after us... isn't she...? I hope there's a hall of mirrors in this place or something, anything that can buy us some time"

The explosion behind them seals off the front entrance right after they dove in. In Spear's mind, it just bought them some time. "I don't know... hah... but I think she assumes that she either got us, or that we got crushed. Listen, the blasts are getting further away! Still, let's not stick around too long, I don't want to waste this opportunity! (Nice going, Tempest. Now Spear's sure to get right where I want him. I wasn't expecting her to use actual explosions though…)” In the jumble, Gleaming didn't notice that some of her disguise fell, the manestyle and tail she had as a mare was now showing rather than the one she had as a stallion. While the mane could be marked off as something caused by the explosion, the longer tail was not so easy to explain.

"But hey we did it!" She holds out her hoof for a hoof bump, not realizing this change.

"Yeeaaaa-" Soearhead's eyes widen and he frowned, as he notices the sudden longer tail on Shining. "Captain... what happened to your tail? OH GOSH, were you hit?! Some of those who were genified were bottled beginning with their tail slowly stretching first! It may be too late for you!"

"What...?" She looked behind her to see her tail and gasped. (Oh great, I lost focus and undid some of the disguise! ....wait, he thinks this is a slow burn kind of deal? Ok I can roll with this.) Gleaming acts surprised. "No! I.. .didn't feel myself getting hit! B-but I'm not going to give up now! Come on, Spear, I may not know how much time I have, but I can still get you to safety! Besides I know that there needs to be some kind of bottle for the transformed to go into! M-maybe I got lucky! Because I don't see any bottles nearby!" She puts on a brave face, holding her hoof towards him. "We knew full well this could happen. Don't give up now! You've got a wish to fulfill right?! To be an artist!?"

"Are you sure?! Because I'm sure this place must have some ceramic vases waiting to gobble you up!" He looked from side to side just waiting for a vase to come flying in and start stretching Shining towards it. "And yes... My greatest wish is to be an artist, but that won't happen if I'm literally inside the art!"

Gleaming could barely hold in a laugh, poor Spearhead had no clue how that worked... but it did provide her with ideas for later genifications. "(You know, having some bottles fly in from all sides to transform others could be a really fun idea~!)"

When Spearhead confirmed what his greatest wish was, Gleaming knew it was time. A wide smile came across her face, one that could easily be described as sinister. The object she conjured up earlier appeared in her hooves. It was not a bottle, but a paintbrush. The handle was silver, much like the spears the guard would wield. "Don't you worry, Spear... I'll make sure that you're not trapped in the art...I'm going to ensure you can make the art of your dreams...make that wish come true." Her voice was shifting from the stallion one to her normal mare one. Perhaps it was another sign of the 'transformation'? "But while I'm still me... I want you to have something..." She holds the brush out to him. "I... made it specifically for you, Spear. I just wish I could give it to you under better circumstances. Whenever you hold it, I want you to remember that wish, can you do that for me?"

Spearhead gasped "Captain! Your voice!" He's about tearing up thinking his dear friend's transforming into another one of them. He quickly grabs the brush with a wing, and looks for an exit. Though not before turning back to his captain "I'm so sorry this happened to you... I promise I'll go see your sister and together we'll free you, Princess Cadence, Princess Celestia. And everypony else!"

Gleaming grasped at her neck, acting as if she were stunned by the voice change. "It's... It'll all be fine, I got to save you after all. You just focus on your dreams, hehe I'm sure we'll be looking at your art in a museum just like this one someday. No matter what happens, I want you to remember, I'm still your friend."

Unfortunately for Spearhead, even if he were to reach an exit, it would already be too late. From the moment he touched that brush with his wing, the transformation was taking place. It was slow at first but Gleaming could see that the tip of the brush was sticking to Spearhead's wing, sucking him into it as if it were becoming paint.

Gleaming started to laugh "Hehehe, you think I could.... pull off one of those veils? I mean despite what we may think about the genies themselves, we did agree that those outfits are pretty cute."

Spearhead's touched by "Shining's" response, though as of yet he still doesn't quite see an actual exit. He feels an odd tickle of his wings but assumes that's just the brush's bristles against his wings. Though he frowns when his captain mentions the veil "Oh gosh, you're starting to think like them too... I gotta get out of he- hey... wha...? Uhhhh.. uhhhhhhh... UHHHHHH..."

He finally notices that the odd tickle from his wings was not that of the brush touching. The wing was beginning to rescind into the brush. "Oh no... OH NO... NOOOOOOOOO! Captain, tell me you didn't... YOU MADE THE BRUSH A VESSEL?!"

There was no need to put on an act anymore. Gleaming gives a wide smile, laughing again as she fully transforms back into her genie form and attire. "I did! I thought it would be far more fitting than a bottle for you, especially given your WISH. The thing is, technically anything can be made into a vessel! And what better place to do it to you than in an art museum? In some regards, a brush could be like a spear. Think like the pen being mightier than the sword and all that, heh." She steps closer to him "I did mean what I said though, you and I will always be friends, and now it will be forever as genies~!"

Spearhead gasped, his old friend, his captain. Had deceived him the whole time, it seemed he was in fact one of them the entire time. Or maybe... this genie was never Shining Armor at all. Though more likely, that's what Spearhead wanted to believe. He looked sternly at Gleaming "How... how could you... you.... you can't possibly be Shining Armor... ! He'd never betray me or Equestria like this! You rotten genie, you and your kind won't get away with this!"

Spearhead grunts as he falls over as now his hindlegs started to move strangely, his back hooves curved and folded back towards the direction of where both of his wings were being sucked in. Being his wings were part of his body, he could get a hint of the pleasure of the transformation but it's not quite strong enough yet for him to be considerably comforted by the transformation yet.

Gleaming had expected this kind of reaction, but it still stung a bit to be accused like this.

"Let me set something straight with you. Despite what you may think, my allegiance has been and always will be to this nation, Spearhead. Though we are remaking this into a more unified world under the Geniequestria banner now. We will be stronger than we've ever been. Safe from all evils that threaten this world. Threats like the Storm King, Tirek, and especially the likes of Queen Chrysalis, won't be able to stand up against us genies.

With this kind of power we can protect everything and everyone we love! Never again will ponies need to live in fear, never again will they have to struggle! Everypony will be able to follow their dreams, that includes you!

Granted, you're correct on one thing, I don't go by the name, Shining Armor anymore. I'm Gleaming Shield now, but that does not change the history we've had either! If I was a fake this whole time, would I have known about your past? Would I have known about your desire to be an artist? I'm sorry I had to trick you like that, but would you really have believed me otherwise?"

She could see the transformation picking up in pace, there was no chance of escape from it now. "Look, I know it's scary at first. It was for me too, but there's a certain point where it becomes enjoyable. I'm sure you can already feel it, can't you?"

Spearhead thinks back to their conversation they had, and he remembers that Shining, or who he thought was Shining, indeed brought up his dream of being an artist first. And he had only told a select number of ponies about it, which other than Shining only included Princess Cadence, Princess Celestia, and some of his most trusted fellow guards. Of course, maybe there's room to doubt if say the genified Celestia or Cadence could have blabbed all about that to every one of the other genies. Though he shakes his head from that thought because it's not like the genies would care about one single guard's dream enough to conspire together like that.

He had to admit it, it's more likely than not this genie was in fact once Shining Armor. It'd be harder to believe if he hadn't seen some other guards transformed into mares, plus this Gleaming Shield had pretty much the same color scheme as his friend. "I... just don't know... the fact you're going by a different name... and even accepting of being in a different form of your own doesn't seem like you're you anymore... am I about to lose myself too...? This is scary no matter how you put it Shini- I mean... Gleaming... it almost felt like Nightmare Moon was back when Luna started bottling some of my friends..."

"Why do you think I wanted to do this to you specifically? The others, they would've just hit you with one of those orbs or just stuffed you into a bottle. I wanted to make it personal. You deserved something more befitting what you desired in your heart. You're not going to lose yourself..." She sees her reflection in one of the art pieces held in a glass container.

"I may look different, sound different, even go by a different name. But at my core, I'm still me. I know this comes off as an invasion, like we've become corrupted, but I feel more complete than I ever have. And I want to share that feeling with everypony else. I can be with Cadence for the rest of time. I won't have to eventually leave her alone when my life would have come to its end. Once you change, things will be different obviously, being a mare does take some getting used to as well. But most importantly, you'll be free to do what you want. The feeling it gives may make you want to genify others, like what I, Princess Luna and Tempest are doing. But I will leave that decision to you. Take this as your retirement effective immediately, Spear."

His hooves have not touched the end of the vessel yet, but they were gradually waving and stretching there, though as more of his wings were sucked in. A blush finally starts fading in on his cheeks as he was beginning to feel just a little more pulsing pleasure flow through him. Almost putting him at ease before he shakes his head to attempt to struggle against the brush's power.

"There it is~" She gave a softer smile as the sensations were now getting to Spearhead "Just let go, let the feelings of the transformation flow through you. Trust me, I'm still on your side"

"No... no.... no no no no no!" Spearhead slammed his hooves on the museum grounds in one last act of defiance. "This isn't what I... no, this isn't what WE signed up for... to simply surrender and give in... Equestria can't fall like this…!

"Equestria in name may fall but we will rise back as something greater. Geniequestria will stand firm, everyone will have a rightful place within it! It's not a surrender, it's just the next step in our history!"

"I must... I must... I mussssst.... I MUST RESIIIIIS- AHHHHH!" Spearhead's merged legs have finally reached the bristles. He was feeling a little bit of it before with his wings, but it was now far more intense. Cheeks blush even pinker, his eyes go lidded, and he begins to relax. "Ooooh... oh my... what... Captain... what... is this...?"

Gleaming floats around Spearhead as he finally lets the feeling of the change take over. "This is exactly what I was talking about, the feeling you're experiencing now, that's what I now fight for! I want everypony to feel it, to become free and feel safer than ever. In a sense, it's a new kind of shield for me to protect what I hold dear. Like our friendship. Now be at ease, let yourself go deeper and deeper. Embrace the wishes in your heart and that vessel will make it happen.

"You... or perhaps I should say... we... are going to make Equestria... into Geniequestria? Huh, if all that mostly changes besides us becoming genies… is an additional syllable... maybe... I overreacted... Unnnh~" A big pulse of pleasure makes him moan briefly. "After all... all that magic... and power.... might be a boon for my paintings actually..." He starts thinking of the potential he could do with the magic of a genie, far beyond his limits as a pegasus. It slowly dawns on him more and more that this may in fact be the greatest thing for him, just as the brush has now whittled him down to just above his hips. Managing a smile his eyes drift upward in a mixture of daydreaming of the possibilities along with everything flooding through his entire body...

"See I knew you'd come around!" She smiled and gave him a hug while there was still enough of him to do so. "You get it now! I wasn't doing this to inflict any harm or to make you or my previous guardmates suffer. This is meant to be a gift, and you can harness it in any way you see fit. Use it to inspire yourself, inspire your artistic endeavors! Nothing will be able to hold you or your creativity back! I want to see you succeed in that, Spear. As a genie of course… but more importantly, as your friend."

The brush's tip continues to pull him in, his body essentially becoming the paint. "And I know you're going to be just as beautiful as the art you'll make. Doesn't that sound better than what you originally thought? We're not destroying anything. This is all for the best"

Spearhead puts his hooves to the side and slightly behind his back. Causing the suction to now pinch him in so now it's only his upper torso, shoulders, and his head to go. Being pinched by the brush seems like it would hurt, but it actually pumps up more of the pleasurable feelings the royal guard was feeling. His moans get longer and more intense, he shakes himself but not out of resisting. But just shivering from everything flowing through his mind and body right now.

"Ooooh... captain~... I thought this was going to be a horrible experience... like something that's not me completely taking me over inside... but that couldn't be further from the truth... I... want this... No... I NEED this... Nothing's ever felt quite like this before!" His shoulders are absorbed as all that is left now is his neck and head, the process almost reaching the best part for any mortal's transformation into a genie.

"That's it, Spear just a little more! This is what it feels like to become part of Geniequestria! You think it feels good now, just wait! The best is yet to come! Embrace the magic, embrace these feelings and let it all come out!" Gleaming had genified plenty of ponies already but doing this to a dear friend, it was different. Far more satisfying to her. It filled her with joy to be able to share this feeling with a close friend like Spearhead.

"Aaah... aaaAAAAaaaAAAH AAAAAAAAHHHHH~. Y-y-y-YES! YES! YEEEES! The world... the world shall be our canvas… Magical art EVERYWHERE…. Ooooooh captaaaaaiiin.... MY CAPTAAAAAAAAIiiiiiiiiiinnnnnnnnnnmmmmmppppph" Spearhead honoring his friend's former rank and title echo throughout the halls and is silenced as his mouth, followed by the rest of his head follows suit into the brush's thistles. Gleaming carefully picks up the vessel containing his dear friend with great satisfaction.

A blush came across Gleaming's face as Spearhead had called out to her one last time. Holding the brush in her hooves, she couldn't help but smile. "Now you're right where you belong. We are going to paint this world anew. But I can't do it without you, partner! So let's see how you take to being a genie! You will be the first 'creation' this brush makes!" Unlike the other vessels, Spearhead's didn't have a cap or lid to unseal. With his body becoming the paint for the brush, the method of bringing him...or rather her back out now needed a different approach. Gleaming conjured up a blank canvas and with a flick of the wrist, tossed the paint out of the brush and onto it! "Come back to me, Spear! Show me what you look like now!"

The paint splattered on the canvas begins to glow and ripple for a short while until an orangish brown tendril of magic with blue sparks swirls from outside. The tip rises some height above the canvas before it begins shaping into a new form. That not of the stallion that Spearhead was, but now a silhouette of a mare. As the new genie fully fades her eyes are closed as she's hugging herself, the mane was of a similar style to Spearhead's as it was before, but much longer,, the mane was covering one of her eyes entirely. The veil and legging color is similar to that of a scarf that Gleaming knew Spearhead liked to wear when not in combat. She then opens her eyes, and a long satisfied sigh before eyeing Gleaming down on the museum's floor

Gleaming marveled at the spectacle before her. Spearhead's return was nothing short of artistic. "Already starting off your artistic career strong! I think you pull off the look nicely! And your veils, I had a feeling you'd want them to be just like your favorite scarf!"

"Requesting permission to speak my mind, captain" Although she knew Shining, or well, Gleaming didn't mind having his squad speak freely. She thought that for at least this first entrance as a new pony, she'd ask formally for she's not just her captain anymore... But her mistress.

She did chuckle at Spearhead still using the old dynamic to address her. "You don't have to be so formal, we're no longer captain and subordinate, we are equals. I mean in my eyes, we've always been… but you know what I mean. You'll always be free to speak your mind. So please, ask away!"

"Hehe, I know... but I do feel like a whole new me. Maybe I felt sort of like a rookie all over again" She giggles. "On that subject though... I'm starting to understand why you changed your name. As Shining Armor nor Spearhead seems fitting for what we are now anymore. I don't suppose you have any ideas? I like being creative, but I admit names aren't my strong suit"

"I suppose in that case, I do get it, hehe. Don't worry, it took me some getting used to the new name too. But once I got more used to it, it really matches the new me. And I'll be happy to show you the ropes, it'll be like old times!" She laughed "But I know the perfect name for you… Bayonet." Gleaming gives her a warm smile. "It's similar to your old name but I think it fits who you are now. Speaking of which, why don't you take a look at your cutie mark? You'll be pleasantly surprised to see what it's become."

"Bayonet... Bayonet..." The mare that was once Spearhead smiles just saying it, satisfied that it's similar to her old name but also fresh enough to represent her new self. "I like it! Thank you so much, Gleaming" She floats down to hug her fellow genderbended genie friend.

As Gleaming asks her to see her cutie mark "Oh hold on, I can't exactly see my cutie mark with my lower half like this..." Bayonet flies on down to where her brush vessel lays on the ground, picking it up with her mouth. She places the brush on the canvas and sucks in all the "paint" until she can now disconnect herself from the canvas, now she is connected to the brush itself. She then floats down on the ground, and begins to paint her lower body back into existence with the brush. fully disconnected from her brush now. Bayonet smiles as she spins the brush on her hoof, already prideful of her creative magic.

She finally gets a look at her flank, and gasps as she sees her silver spears were replaced with three paintbrushes in the same arrangement. A big grin on her face as she puts a hoof on her cheek "Oh Celestia! It's perfect!"

Gleaming happily returns the hug, she's fascinated watching Bayonet work with her vessel. In the back of her mind, she didn't know if this would work properly compared to something like the standard genie bottle, but she's glad that it did! "See? What did I tell you? Your wish is now fully realized! This is a new beginning for you! This right here, it's why we're genifying everyone else! That is your genie mark!"

She rushes in to give Bayonet another hug. "So, would you like to meet the others? Maybe show some of our guardmates why we're doing this? It would be a good first 'training session' for you!"

She smirks, maybe even a little deviously and salutes. "Sure thing, Captain Gleaming! Let's go~"

Gleaming and Bayonet were once again together as fellow genies, and soon went back out of the museum to join in on bottling some of the remaining stragglers in the forces.

Elsewhere though, Tempest and Luna were having some trouble with some particularly stubborn fliers. Judging by the speed and maneuvers they were capable of. The Princess knew these were three of the elite Wonderbolts. Even with their genie power, they have trouble with the tricky fliers who either easily dodge vessels thrown at them or they create tornados that redirect the vessels elsewhere. Although that maneuver did end up accidentally genifying some of the guards attempting to flee. The three of them are constantly flying around the area, not letting the genies have even a sliver of time to trap them. Not even teleporting straight to them or cloning themselves attempting to surround the quick pegasi work for either Commander Tempest or the Princess. Frustrating the two of them immensely.

"Didn't think there'd be anypony with this kind of fight within them!" Tempest yelled as she continuously kicked orbs towards the main trio of wonderbolts. But their movements allowed them to dodge swiftly. “(It doesn't help that aerial combat isn't my specialty, I'm still too new to flying! If I could get them on the ground, it'd be over already!) Stay still! This is for your own good! Open up your eyes to the possibilities!"

Princess Luna wasn't faring much better, she was trying to use her magic to combat their flight capabilities. They wouldn't stay still long enough to get a hold of them, nor would creating obstacles in front of their paths deter them in any way. To the wonderbolts it was just like another training regiment. "BE STILL! Your princess commands that you cease this at once! This is for the benefit of all ponies!"

"You are no princess of ours! You're nothing more than a traitor! I would rather die than listen to what you've become!" Spitfire roared "Wonderbolts! Scramble maneuver alpha! Don't let them corrupt any more of our allies!" Spitfire broke off from Soarin and Fleetfoot, taking charge and flying faster than she ever had before. “(Never thought I'd be up against one of the princesses, but I am not about to give up!)”

Soarin' and Fleetfoot nod. Though Soarin' sheepishly kinda grimaced given he was the one who started the tornado earlier that kind of backfired when it came to saving the troops on the ground "Sorry about getting a few of them bottled up accidentally, Spitfire..."

Fleetfoot just shrugs "Heh, that just means we'll have a new nickname for you when we're back at HQ~"

"Oh please no..." Soarin is already not looking forward to whatever name they'll be calling him now.

"You can feel sorry for yourself after we've taken victory!" She smirked "But yeaaaah you're gonna have a brand new nickname when we get back. I'm thinking... Fumble? Then again if I'm Spitfire, maybe you can be Backfire!" She laughed, having a moment of levity amongst this flight.

Tempest and Luna looked insulted "Are they joking around while still flying away from us!? Luna you come in from one side, I'll come in from the other! Take out their captain and the rest will fall!" She zoomed off.

Luna nodded and did the same, flying in the opposite direction. Both aiming right for Spitfire, a howl could be heard as they came flying. But Spitfire was expecting something like this. Right as the two got in close, she dropped down immediately which made Luna and Tempest crash into each other with a loud 'THUD' "Gah! This is infuriating!"

"Ha! That was foals play! Some all powerful beings you are!" She taunted before rejoining with the other two wonderbolts "We can keep them at bay but I doubt we'll have the stamina to last forever… if only we had some backup here!"

Getting cocky, Fleetfoot flies around them and turns upside down while looking at them. Crosses her eyes and raspberries at the two genies. Before mucking them some more "What's the matter? Did you leave your brains in those bottles of yours?~" though still flying off before either of them could swipe a vessel right on her face..

"Arrogant little foals!" Luna scowled at the trio, it was clear their antics were getting under her skin. "We are trying to bestow a gift upon you and this is how you react?!"

She tried to charge up another spell to launch at them but Tempest put a hoof on her shoulder, stopping her. "Wait, Princess. They're the ones trying to get into our heads. Make us sloppy. We'll never get them like that. Besides, I'm sure Gleaming will be coming back soon with a new ally in tow as well. So why don't we try a different approach? Let them get more arrogant, then we'll be the ones with the last laugh!"

Meanwhile, just behind a cloud not too far from the action. A green pony with shades of gold hair is watching the Wonderbolts bout with the genies. She hmmphs, not even cowering from what's been going on. Instead she seems... unimpressed. ("Just what are these Dunderheads think they're doing... flying around them like this is just going to make themselves tired! They should be striking HARD at them! Feel the full brunt of a pegasi's might! Hmph, no wonder I was rejected by them. Clearly, I was too radical for these bozos... No matter... Who other than LIGHTNING DUST to show them their mistake… and once I've saved the world by myself... I'll start my OWN flying club that'll make the Wonderbolts look like a retirement home!)

Lightning then does a flip above the cloud, takes in a deep breath, and yells with ALL her might... "HEEEEEEY YOU! GENIE TERRORS! LOOK OVER HERE, AND WITNESS THE FASTEST PONY OF ALL-TIME!!"

Startling not just Tempest and Luna, but also the Wonderbolts. The 3 high-flying pegasi unfortunately can never unhear such a boisterous voice. "Oh no..." Soaring bluntly stated, while Fleetfoot is more annoyed. "Ugggggh... why now of all times?!"

Everyone's attention is now drawn to the newcomer. "What the?! A civilian!? No! Get away from here! They're too dangerous!" When Spitfire got a better look at who just foolishly charged in, she grimaced. "No... not her… ANYTHING but HER! That reckless idiot!!" If she let Lighting Dust go in alone, she was sure to be genified. "Wonderbolts, move in to assist, we need to get her off the field immediately! (I wanted backup, but not like this! Lightning Dust is too headstrong!)”

Luna and Tempest barely dodge this oncoming tackle, but they're both quite confused by this new arrival. Her speed made their heads spin. If the wonderbolt trio was giving them trouble, Lightning was going to be a whole new level of annoying. They could have sworn that nearly all of Cloudsdale had been overtaken by them. How did they miss someone so loud and obnoxious? "Unbelievable, another nuisance! She's nearly as fast as Rainbow Dash!" Luna whined.

As the wonderbolts attempt to grab Lightning Dust, she just spins and flips around the three of them. Even for as experienced as the Wonderbolts are, Lightning was on another level, if she hadn't been such a reckless jerk. She would have been top of the class, in some ways even above Rainbow Dash despite the Element of Loyalty's slightly superior speed. As the Rainbow-maned Pegasus was still prone to a fair bit of mistakes, while Lightning rarely did. Or at least too prideful to admit she made one.

Soarin panicked “Lightning! This is no time for your bold foolishness! Get out of here! Leave! Before any of the genies get you!”

Lightning scoffs "Ha? ME leave? I think you're mistaken. YOU should all run along! I'll take on these bottled behemoths myself. But before you go... allow me to show you all what you rejected!"

The green and gold Pegasus then flies high up in the air soon she’s so high up the genies look as small as ants. Above where Luna was standing, she compacted a fair amount of clouds until the start fading into darker colors of gray, prepared to do a death-defying stunt using a small thundercloud as a launch pad. "Behold the debut of my ultimate technique... THE THUUUUUUUUUUNDER STRIKE!"

Luna looks up at the pony far above her that looks like a dot from how far up she is. While she sort of expects the fast pony to dodge it. Luna proceeds to chance things by poofing up a new bottle, with a lightbulb shaped topper.

Spitfire zips about, doing her best to catch up to Lightning Dust. She's flabbergasted that Lightning is still so bitter about being rejected. "You're still mad about that!? This goes beyond any personal problems! THEY WILL STUFF YOU INTO ONE OF THOSE BOTTLES AND CORRUPT YOU IF YOU STAY HERE!! Do you not see that!?" She doesn't notice that the two genies are already plotting to make Lightning theirs with the freshly conjured bottle.

"Seems they've got bad blood between them." Tempest smirks at the sudden chaos "This is the moment we've been waiting for, that nuisance is about to be our ace in the hole! Get ready Luna!"

"Excellent thinking!" She nods. "That 'thunder strike' won't do anything to the likes of us! (But it will make a glorious show all the same.)” Luna practically holds a target to her chest, also holding the bottle right in Lightning's line of trajectory. She taunts "Come on then, hit us if you can! We’re right here~!"

Spitfire finally notices that Luna's holding up a bottle to seal Lightning Dust away into. "NO!!" She tries to rush into Lightning to stop her but the reckless pegasus was too fast for her, blowing her back with the sheer force she had created upon her descent. "Gaaaah! Lightning Dust, you fool!"

"Now prepare.... FOR THE WRATH OF LIGHTNIN- MMMMMPPPPPPPhhhhhh!" Within just a moment, it was already over. Lightning crackled all around Lightning Dust, creating a trail that looked almost similar to a sonic rainboom. The force did push Luna back a bit, but most of it was taken by the bottle itself. Lightning was cut off by the speed and momentum of her body warping to shape into the bottle within barely a second.

Where Luna raises an eyebrow and smirks in amusement while raising the sealed bottle to her face as it was still fading into Lightning's color scheme. The Princess then snarks as she finishes Lightning's sentence for her "Lightning in a bottle?~"

The Princess sealed the bottle with the light bulb topper, laughing as the bulb turned bright. "You were the fastest at becoming a genie, I'll give you that! We could really use your speed~" She looked up at the three wonderbolts who were now sweating bullets. "Why don't you show us how much faster you are than that trio there!" She says before unsealing the bottle.

Soarin is nervously biting his hooves, as he eyes over to Spitfire "Spitfire! What do we do now?!"

Spitfire recovers thanks to her friends, just in time to look on in horror to see Luna opening up Lightning's bottle. "I... I don't know, but we're about to have more trouble on our hooves." Her eyes twitched as the bottle shook and crackled like thunder and lightning. "Get ready to move, everypony!" She braces herself for the oncoming genie Lightning Dust.

Tempest and Luna relished in the fear on the wonderbolts' faces. "Not so confident now, are we? Don't fret my dear wonderbolts, you'll be able to be as confident as you like once you become genie bolts~!" Luna cackled. "Come forth, show these pegasi what true genie speed is!"

"Heh, really going heavy with the theatrics aren't you, Princess? First Gleaming does her little act and now you?" Tempest chuckles, but the sentiment is shared by her.

The bottle containing the reckless flier shakes and quivers violently, almost seeming like it can barely handle the power as it spins like crazy. Before smoke pops out not in the typical swirl, but almost like a firework shooting straight in the air. A smoke trail rockets up above the vessel, golden sparks and even some electricity surrounds the swirling mass continuing to circle around the tail as perhaps an aftereffect of Lightning's move or perhaps she had become something of an elemental genie in using such a move during her transformation, the smoke soon forms into the silhouette of Lightning Dust. As she fades in, a confident smirk can be seen on the mare's face behind a golden veil.

Having been very quickly bottled, Lightning didn't even get much time to contemplate what being a genie might be like before she was transformed. The bottle's power quickly took advantage of her ego while she was inside, however, and soothed her into a quite willing genie.

She looks at her hooves and down below where her hindlegs would be. But she wasn't feeling any shame despite her reckless act. "Well well well... this is a surprise to be sure.... but it's a welcome one~. I feel more powerful than ever! Who needs to be JUST a wonderbolt? Being a high-flying genie is where it's at!"

A deepening dread overwhelms the three Wonderbolts, knowing full well they’re in trouble now.

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askponycrayontine · 2 years

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gleaming shield, wearing castoria armor from FGO

This from that porn series?

#castoria #gleaming shield #ask #crayon #ask blog #mlp

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fluttering-lillies · 1 year

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Listen. Neither of Twilight’s siblings are Cis okay.

#gleaming shield #mlp:fim #my art #pony art #my little pony #lily garden art

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askqueenumbra · 2 years

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that was an amazing night of fun we had

#female presenting tiddy #princess cadance #gleaming shield #queen umbra #mlp

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raelyn-dreams · 8 months

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So I was looking through Rei's appellations and:

This is so fucking sad???

SHU CALLED HIM HIS FRIEND. HE'S STILL ONE OF NATSUME'S BELOVED NII-SAN'S. THEY LOVED HIM SO MUCH, THEY STILL LOVE HIM UNCONDITIONALLY.

Even when Kanata would've drowned himself if not for Chiaki grabbing him, even when Shu was being barely kept alive by a desperate Mika, even when Wataru smiled and tried to reassure them as he calmly walked to his execution, even when Natsume could only cry from the shadows - none of them ever resented him for it.

But Rei resents himself, because he couldn't save them, or Ritsu, or Koga, or anyone he cared about.

And that is why he can't let them be that close - it'll only hurt them more when he lets them down again.

#rei does everything now under the guise of being this wise serene grandfather who knows all the answers #a child who did everything to find his brother a cure only for ritsu to resent him for leaving him scared and vulnerable #a child who tried so hard to lead them and could only react in horror when shu and kanata were executed #a child who so desperately tried to shield natsume from the worst and later realized how much more he hurt watching his nii-san's suffer #a child who watched wataru accept that they couldn't be saved and watched as the least gleam of hope fell in front of his eyes #But he was a child. He was 17 years old.#shu and wataru and kanata were too #they were the age of tori tetora midori shinobu hiiro hinata yuta tomoya hajime mitsuru tsukasa and sora and they were being executed #natsume was aira and kohaku's age. and instead of squealing over idols and engaging in harmless mischief he was fighting to survive #fucking hell they make me so emotional #ensemble stars #enstars #five eccentrics #five oddballs #enstars relationships #enstars appellations #rei sakuma #kanata shinkai #wataru hibiki #natsume sakasaki #shu itsuki

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exc-lsior · 9 months

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god dammit emily how do you pierce my heart every fucking time 😭 “your mother sent me to retrieve you, ok?, i know you haven’t met her but she loves you all the same, so if you can take a deep breath, i think we’d all be the better for it” 🥺

#naddpod #naddpod spoilers #ba2mia #naddpod lb #calliope petrichor #and then giving the serpent a shield of faith 🥺🥺#AND saying “It’s gleaming with starfire too a shield of its mother’s love” 😭#stop #i’m never going to recover #naddpod speed run 💀#c3 ep38

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diejager · 5 months

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Saccharine and Monstrosity pt.1

Pairing: Eldritch Horror!König x mermaid!reader

Cw: kidnapping, manipulation, DARK FIC, trap, luring, mention of breeding kink, protective König, mention of partial nudity, hunting, tell me if I missed any. Wc: 4K

I got inspired by @konigsblog ‘s post.

You enjoyed the sun as much as any other betta fish mermaid, laying on the warm rocks and bathing under the bright, yellow sun. You lived in a school of fish that moved near the shores of a tropical island a few generations before, building houses under the coral reef and rocks where newly placed branches would grow and work as a natural shield. The world you lived in - the part of the ocean you called your home - was bright and colourful, the shallow waters clear and gleaming under the warming sun.

You liked all things bright and colourful, either big or small, you decorated your part of the cave with things you found while swimming around your territory. Be it a golden coin shining on the ocean floor, or a shard of coloured glass, you picked it all up and stuck it around your room. Sometimes, you found pretty things near the limits of your home, and other times, you ventured closer to the edge of the darkness when something shiny caught your attention.

Over the ridge of sand that drew the start of the darkness, that deep and menacing slope down to the deepest part of your ocean, where darker, meaner and cruel beings born of cruelty and madness lived. It was somewhere all mers were warned of, to stay far away from the darkness and never stray from the light that fed and protected you. You thrived in the light, your body absorbing the warmth from the sun that made your scales vibrant and feeding from the fauna and flora that lived beside you: seaweeds and small fishes.

Your kind grew up with stories of horrifying monsters and cruel creatures that lived in that abyss, lingering near the shallow to catch a pretty, little mer for their hoard. Whatever became of the taken was still unknown, once a mer was taken by One, no one would hear from them from then on. Your parents had warned you about straying too close from the shallow, daring fate when you swam over the ridge to collect those pretty gems you fancied so much.

“Don’t worry,” you’d grin at her, fins flickering behind you. “I’m a fast swimmer, mom!”

You were a fast swimmer, slipping between rocks and corals, hands cradling your little shells while you fled from the dark, twisting over the ridge and vanishing between the corals. That’s what you did most days, picking up people’s trash to make it your treasure, fingers cleaning the sand off the holes and crevasses before sticking them to your walls. You also tinkered with metal creations you found, a silver fork or a rusted-looking instrument.

Granted, you joined in hunts, catching sardines and herrings, claws digging into its scaled bodies and teeth ripping into its flesh, the only other taste being sea salt, or bathed under the sun, but you preferred scavenging for loot. Although mers hunted alone, most found it easier to do it in groups, swarming shoals of fish and catching in a group of a dozen at a time for your little colony. So when you were fed and rested, you were back out, treading the line between the shallow and the abyss.

You swam slowly, head turning left and right for anything that would catch your attention, for that small glint hidden under a thin veil of sand or a long metallic object sticking out from the ground. You already had a few things in your arms, a few shells, human objects thrown overboard or floated into the sea, and small treasures: white pearls. You picked things up from both sides, mind in a comfortable and pleasant space, prideful of your catch so far that you were oblivious of the eyes following your colourful body.

His pale eyes wandered over your puffy cheeks and sweet lips, those squinted eyes in mirth as you searched for more. He went down the curve of your shoulders and the swell of your breasts, perky nipples covered by pretty shells, over your soft stomach and that bright, colourful tail of yours that first caught his attention. Every scale glistened under the sun, reflecting the light on the sand while you swam, your fins curving with the twist of your tail.

You were the prettiest thing he’d ever seen, an angel collecting treasure, just like he did. He saw the batch in your arms, clutched between your breasts when you dove to pick something up on his side. You were as adorable and innocent as you were pretty, your action oblivious of his predatory eyes, dipping into his territory without fear of retribution on his part. He liked that bold and daring attitude of yours, fitting for someone so courageously bright and flashing your bold colours to him.

If he were to drop something closer to him, would you still swim towards it or ignore it for something closer to the ridge? If he hid until you were close enough, would he be able to wrap his limb around you? To feel your soft skin and coarse scales under his slimy arm. He was glad he decided to hunt today, searching for both prey - mer or fish, he isn’t picky about what he ate - and treasure. Hidden under a couple of tentacles, he dropped a golden coin a few feet away from him, his veil and the darkness helping him hide from your sight.

His heart soared when he saw your eyes widen, a smile curling at the corners of your lips when you saw his little coin, diving towards him with enthusiasm. You were so close to him, hand stretching to grab the object with small, clawed fingers. When you held it in your hand, appraising it, he felt pride bubble in his chest, rising to his mind as he took this occasion to get his arm around you. You flinched when he wrapped the tip of his tentacle around your tail, squirming around in terror. In a panicked struggle to escape him, you dropped everything you’d collected and fled from him with a cry.

He watched you swim away from him through saddened eyes, hearing the thudding from the things you dropped, even the coin he gifted you. His eyes never left your fleeing body until you jumped over the edge, your tail the last thing he saw in that moment of self-deprivation and sadness. He hoped you’d come back, forgetting the fear of his sudden attention and daring fate once more.

He came the next day and the day after that, but you weren’t there, your precious smile and happy eyes were a memory in his mind, a fleeting moment in his gloomy world. He came back every day, hiding in the darkness, on the line between pitch darkness and light shading. He wished you were there every day, his eyes bleeding with optimism and hope for a single smidgen of bright colours.

He hadn’t seen you in the following week. His shoulders slumped and caved into himself in sadness every time he came by, his blue eyes dulling bit by bit, that hopeful thinking drowning under realistic thinking and a pessimistic mind. Then he caught a glimpse of colour against the white sand. Before long, he saw arms filled with shiny items, trailing nearer to your side than his, but still chasing for treasures.

If he wanted to approach you, to touch your soft-looking skin and run his arms over your scaled tail, he’d have to find a way to lure you in. He watched you the first few days, his tentacles curling on itself and burying himself in the sand, the hundreds of suckers searching for buried treasures to leave for you. When you turned your back to him, his unwinding arm left the things he found near the ridge for you to find and take. Little gifts for you, courting gifts he left and gifted you in an attempt to woo you.

You were skittish and fleeing but took all his gifts with shaky smiles and grateful eyes, you knew he gave them to you. Of course, you did, you were his brave and smart little mermaid, approaching his offerings with apprehension - he felt hurt you feared and got nervous around him, but he understood you, his kind ate yours - and scanned the sand around you for any danger before crossing the line. He felt giddy when you added them to your stack, his mind-blowing with dreams and thoughts of you decorating your little cave with the things he gave you. On the ceiling, against the wall and on the ground or surfaces, you would use the things he gave you for your home.

It sent him up the walls of his caves with joy and excitement, his limbs curling to rearrange his home to prepare for you, to accommodate your arrival to his big, lonely home.

It took a week or two - or so he thought, his perception of time was and had always been warped in some way - before you became comfortable enough to approach him, to let him curl his slimy tentacle around your tail and up your body. He could finally feel you and it made him ecstatic - he was over the moon every time he got to touch you. Little pokes, fleeting squeezes and feathery bites from his suckers on your flesh, all things he let himself taste before your coupling. A coupling between the prettiest and the cruellest beings in the ocean would unwind the seams that made your worlds, pulling the string that separated the beauty and the beast in this cursed universe.

Granted, you hesitated to cross into the pitch darkness of the abyss, dancing just a few inches from his abode with an armful of trinkets from König. Your slow and steady breath, words you blessed him with when you muttered to him, calling out to know if he was there and your grateful grin were a common, yet welcome sight in his daily swim. While a bit reluctant to join him on the other side, you eventually swam across, your eyes melting into the black before you. You were unseeing as much as you were blind, if not for the guiding palm of the Eldritch creature that you befriended and the shine of treasure you saw around him.

You wished you could see anything but the gleam of treasure and the black mist of the abyss, your hand wandered over his, searching for his body, to feel the one who’s been gifting you treasures. Your fingers trailed upwards, feeling the tightness of his muscles, the curves and hardness of his arms were sinful. You truly wished you could see him at this moment, but you kept at your advance, clawed fingers moving slowly with unbridled curiosity. When you reached his broad shoulders and well-pronounced chest, it rumbled, a purr coming from König. Its deep sound shook you with need, your tail enthusiastically moving back and forth as you listened to him.

“Are you happy, Schatz?”

His voice was even better than his soft purrs, in a way that made you want to melt into his arms and never bother moving if he kept talking to you, the sound of the creature that gave you gifts and affection. König’s spine-chilling voice seemed like a mix of many voices, both soft and raspy, and both deep and smooth, but it was something you enjoyed, that you found yourself liking a bit too much.

“Yes,” you breathed, eyes travelling skyward, towards the source of his voice.

Your breath caught in your throat, choking a gasp at the prettiest blues you’d seen staring down at you. They were majestic, gem-like with a pretty sheen that made them glow like a beacon of light. You wondered why you’d never seen them, seeing how bright his eyes were. They lit up his face, or the veil he wore over his face, showing the pale streak of makeshift tears down the incision he made for his eyes. You shamelessly admired him, unbothered by the lost puppy-like stare you gave him in your glowing beauty.

You’d crossed a threshold, where a creature of light never dared to cross, stepping into the arms of an Old One and embracing their madness. Although you were oblivious to his intentions, the loud proclamation of his courting rituals and attempts of crying out his love - the Old One’s rituals and cultures were much of a mystery to those who didn’t study them, much of a taboo for anyone outside of delusion and greed - he hadn’t refrained from his deliberate show that would be nearly shameful and embarrassing to others of his kind.

Some wouldn’t bother with such frivolous acts: confessions from the deepest part of their dark soul, proclamation of love and undying adoration, or having to scavenge for gifts - offerings - to the subject of their attention. His kind took and took, reaching for that small glimmer of hope and beauty and corrupted it, bending it to their liking and building something from the ashes. It wouldn’t - would never - be the same as they were before, but that was how the Old Ones liked it: control, corruption, ruin, madness and power.

König wouldn’t do that, he wanted to cherish you, add to what you were and watch it bloom like those bioluminescent creatures in the abyss; even against his creator’s wishes. He’ll put you on the highest pedestal he has, eternally imprinting the image of you as his most precious treasure into his mind. You’ll be a thing of miracles, a thing of blessings, a thing of new beginnings. He wanted all and everything with you, but he’d have to take it slow, to coax you into this redundant pattern that ensured your trust and comfort and have you follow him of your own volition.

He doesn’t mind waiting, he’s had hundreds of years of sitting and waiting, patience was a virtue he grew to learn, to hold in his giant palm and clutch like a gift from the ever-growing, chaotic universe. He can wait and plan, so he will, König will lay down his plan and wait until he can bring it to reality.

Wait he did, for you to grow comfortable enough to follow him deeper and let him pull you in from your side. It took you a month of back and forth, squirming around your infatuation with König and exchanging trinkets, words and fleeting kisses with him. He adored your little giggles when he traced your sides with a bolt tentacle, curling under your plush tits and the tip sliding under your strap. He loved the pretty shells you gave him, cleaned from sand and any barnacles, it showed him how much time you spent on it for him. His heart bloomed and swelled to impossible heights when you pecked his lips, giving him shy and gentle kisses that he grew addicted to.

You were so sweet and so soft, your lips the taste of heaven for a creature of madness. Your hands were gentle like a cool balm over a burn, soothing his wild thoughts. Your little gifts for him - reciprocating his affection - were currently the most important things in his cave, a sign of your love and devotion. It made him wonder what would you let him do once you gave yourself to him. Would you succumb to the everlasting pleasures he could give you, or would you demand to help him take care of his own in a mutual haze? He couldn’t help himself, letting his chaotic mind conjure the most absurd and erotic dreams, his body vibrating with excitement; and now, at the peak of your trust in him, he watched his plan - a well-placed trap - come to fruition.

“Come, Schatz,” he beckoned you forward, his burly arm stretching to coax you to follow him, holding out his open palm to you. “I have something I want to show you. Pretty things.”

Without a thought, to question his intentions or to ask why he couldn’t have bought them for you like he usually did, you took his hand and let his fingers curl over yours, intertwining your smaller digits to his as he pulled you to his chest. His embrace was as safe and pleasant as the last one - yesterday - and caused a flurry of emotions to erupt in your chest, he was warm in the cool darkness, loving in all the ways you could think. You could close your eyes and imagine a smile rippling across his face with joyfully squinted eyes peering down at you.

Held against his chest, his other arm wrapped around your waist with a firm squeeze of his hand where your skin turned to scales. He whispered sweet promises, words of encouragement to see the way to his home and excited explanations of what awaited you. Pretty things, he said, you knew what he meant - at least you think you did - you shared much in common, and pretty things were something you both agreed on: shiny metals, interesting trinkets, shimmering shells or finely-minted coins. All things humans valued before throwing away; one man’s trash is another man’s treasure.

How unfortunate that you couldn’t see in the dark, yet how fortunate you wouldn’t know the way back, it was something he relied on heavily to keep you, if you didn’t know how to navigate in this utter blindness, there were no risks of you trying to escape his caring hand. You were smart, you wouldn’t simply venture off without knowing where to go and how to see, especially with how vast his territory was and how dangerous it was. He shared his home with other simple-minded animals, sharks, fishes, eels and any other abyssal creature that lived and depended on the dark to live.

Your innocent curiosity about the things he deemed pretty enough to hoard made his heartbeat, that addicting feeling he got from touching you, kissing you and speaking to you. Even if the deeper he went, the colder it became, you never once complained, your wide eyes and grinning face were the only thing you gave him. He was truly relieved to know that you were patient and understanding of his home, not one hiss or pout while you shook and clung to him, depending on him for warmth. He liked that, to see you rely on him so much.

“We’re here, mein Liebling,” he hushed, cradling your face as he dove down, through the entrance of his cave. He shielded your fragile body with his many arms, protecting you from the rush of water current flowing against him. He chose this one to build his nest, using the strong current as a natural barrier against weaker creatures.

When the waters calmed to a still, he loosened his hold on you, unravelling his arms to let you explore the many passages and alcoves in his home. To accommodate you, he strung up bioluminescent flora, using them as light to find your way around, with silken algae over a few rocks to mimic the beds mers slept in and a few other things that he thought you’d need: a mirror, a few floating plants to add to its mystical beauty and clusters of soft materials in nearly every room.

He let you wander, your tail flapping back and forth to lead you down the long hall and explore the many rooms. He used a room to sleep, one as a pantry and storage, and another one to hold his hoard, but he had a lot of empty and unused space, more than enough for you and your children to thrive. He wanted to let you roam at your own pace, but he had something to show you, something he was proud of making.

He pulled you from your little cloud of joy, wrapping an arm around you, his sticky suckers latching onto you as he coaxed you his way. Only then had you taken the time to admire König under blue light, cheeks warm with a burning flush and doe-like eyes staring at the naked expense of his hard abdomen, stomach sculpted to perfection that had Adonis shying away. His arms were big and round, muscles straining the scarred skin with delicious appeal.

Downwards, following the sharp dip of his navel, were dozens of dark tentacles lined with round, pulsing suckers. Like an octopus, they were covered in a slimy sheen, every limb flexible and able to move independently. The lower ones were thick and soft, acting as a cover for whatever he hid beneath them, while some were thinner, whose source came from under his veil. Those, however, were a mix of normal and horrific tentacles, some had eyes replacing the usual suckers, tinted in the same colour as his irises, that glowing, pale blue.

It made your body heat up, fingers tingling with nerves - or was it? When faced with something you found appealing, it’d be natural to feel flustered, no? König thought so, that’s how he spent the first days reacting to you, heating up to a bothersome flush to everything you did. He watched your awed stare, that daydreaming haze in your eyes when you looked him over, his whole body clear under the gentle light in his cave.

“This way.”

Without making your gaze leave his figure, he drew you in, heading towards his biggest room where he caught and strung everything to fit his pleasure and mood. It was somewhere deeper into the system with walls strong and sturdy, and the round ceiling higher than the other rooms. On one side was a pile of golden objects of all shades, light yellow to a darkish gold, nearly bronze; on the other was a mix of pretty silver things and metallic black objects, rusted by age and the salty ocean; and on another, the smallest of them all, comprised of a few dozens of colourful shells and corals frozen in time that you’d given him.

He saw your chest expand, your smile growing brighter and brighter at the pile of gifts you gave him, your bubbly laugh as you swam towards it, twirling around it proudly. You looked around the room, admiring his large collection and how it seemed to spill down every pile in an attempt to reach the other one, forming a protective ring around your presents, but always coming back to the bright pink, blue and yellow shells. You were happy and appreciative of the time he spent working and arranging his hoard. If he could, he’d preen and purr to you, to show just how much your proud smile meant to him, watching you appraise his work was satisfying.

He already felt like things were falling into place perfectly, he could see the life he had envisioned with you coming to life, the little intricacies that popped into his mind seeming too appealing. His dreams were slowly becoming a reality, the things that he could only imagine were now tangible to his hands, and the future he salivated at was so, so close that he could sink his teeth into its flesh.

He knew it. He knew it when he watched you swim to him with that big, adorable smile on your face, that it was in his hands. He could see it now, how his lonely cave would be filled with life and laughter, children with a mix of your beauty and his madness chasing one another between the many openings and your round, swollen stomach welcoming another of your children to the world. That was all he could think of while he cradled you in his arms, his tentacles latching to your tail and back.

“You’re happy, ja?”

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Dbf!Joel x virgin!reader

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Summary: you find yourself drawn to Joel's confidence and charm, unable to resist the forbidden fruit. After sharing an intimate moment by the pool, you're left feeling both guilty and exhilarated, eager for more.

Warnings: 18+, virginity loss, reader has first kiss, age gap (reader is early 20's and Joel is however old you need him to be.) Reader has hair and breasts, and wears a bikini, unprotected p in v, m&f oral receiving, fingering, Joel comes twice. Joel, being a typical middle-aged man, saying "you know.."

Notes: please do not read if this kind of dynamic or situation is offputting or something you do not like or enjoy or object to. Please be responsible for yourself and your fic reading. Love you bye 💝 and don't ask about the title unless you wanna hear and see something weird 😂

The sun beats down relentlessly, its fiery rays reflecting off the shimmering surface of the pool. You've sought refuge by its side, lying on a vibrant, floral towel, your swimsuit clinging to your skin. Your eyes flutter closed, and you breathe in the scent of chlorine and sunscreen, letting the warmth of the day lull you into a state of peaceful relaxation.

Out of the corner of your eye, you notice a shadow eclipsing the sun. You squint up, the brightness giving way to the familiar face of Joel Miller, your dad's old buddy. The one you haven't seen in a few years.

His salt-and-pepper hair, flecked with silver, is styled in a casual yet purposeful way. His muscular build is evident through his t-shirt and swim trunks. Joel's eyes, a stunning shade of chocolate brown, crinkle at the corners as he turns his attention to you, a smirk playing on his lips. "Well, well, well, who do we have here?" he asks, his gaze sweeping over your body in a way that makes you feel a bit nervous.

You shield your eyes from the sun with your hand before you reply, "Hey Joel, my dad's not here. He had to run some errands."

Joel chuckles, a small smile playing on his lips. "Well, good thing you're here to keep me company while I wait for him.”

You roll your eyes, but you can't help the heat that rises to your face. "I'm not here to entertain you," you say, trying to sound stern.

Joel chuckles, his eyes sparkling with amusement. "You know you've sure grown up since I last saw ya, more beautiful than ever."

You can't help but feel a little flattered by his words, even if you try to hide it. You've always had a bit of a crush on Joel, but you know that he's off-limits, the forbidden fruit. He's your dad's friend, and he's much older than you. You've never even had a boyfriend, but there's something about him that you find irresistible. Maybe it's his confidence, or his sense of humor, or the way he makes you feel when he looks at you. Whatever it is, you can't help but be drawn to him.

You try to play it cool. "Oh, please, you're just saying that because you feel awkward being alone with me and you're trying to be nice."

"Maybe, maybe not," he admits. "But that doesn't change the fact that you're beautiful."

You feel your heart flutter at the way the word rolls off his tongue, but you try to hide your reaction. "Prove it," you say, challenging him.

Joel raises an eyebrow, chuckling. "Prove it?" he repeats. "How do you propose I do that?"

You shrug, trying to act nonchalant. "I dunno, race me to the other side of the pool, maybe?"

Joel's laughter rings out, his eyes gleaming with a hint of mischief as he accepts the challenge. "You're on.” With a swift and fluid motion, he peels off his shirt, revealing his muscular chest and arms. The garment lands carelessly on a nearby chair, but you barely notice as your gaze follows the contours of his physique. You notice how broad he is and how beautiful in return you think he is.

Joel dives into the pool, cutting through the water with surprising grace and agility. The splash startles you, breaking your reverie, and you take a deep breath diving into the pool swimming as fast as you can towards the other side of the pool.

The cool water feels refreshing against your skin, but you're determined to win the race. You swim with all your might, your legs kicking furiously behind you. But despite your best efforts, Joel reaches the other side just before you do.

You come up for air, panting slightly, and Joel grins at you. "I win."

You stick your tongue out at him. "Fine, you win," you concede. "But that doesn't mean you're right about me being beautiful."

Joel's expression softens, and he looks at you with a seriousness that takes you by surprise. "You know darlin, I'm not just sayin' it to flatter you," he says as he gets out of the pool and then helps you out. "I've always thought you were beautiful. But now, you're all grown up, and I can't help but notice the way you move, the way you challenge me, it's all so - intoxicating."

His words make you feel self-conscious, but also excited. You've never had anyone talk to you like this before, and it's both scary and thrilling.

Joel notices your reaction and takes a step closer to you. "I know this is unexpected, and maybe even a little inappropriate," he says. "But, I can't help the way I feel. And I think you feel it too, don'tcha darlin?”

"I-I don't know," you stammer.

Joel's expression softens, and he reaches out to gently brush a strand of hair away from your face. "It's okay, take your time. I'm not goin’ anywhere." You take a deep breath, trying to gather your thoughts. You've never felt this way before, and you're not sure what to do. "It's okay," he repeats. "I know it’s a lot to take in.” Joel moves so his body mere inches away from yours. "You ever done anythin' before, you got a boyfriend?”

You pause, feeling the air get tense. You can't believe how abrupt he is to just ask like this. You shake your head, feeling a bit ashamed you've never even kissed a boy before, let alone have a boyfriend.

Joel can see the uncertainty in your eyes, but he also sees curiosity and desire. He takes a deep breath, and his eyes never leave yours. "You know, I can teach you how to please a man, how to be pleasured. I wanna make sure that when you do decide to be with someone, you're not so inexperienced."

Your eyes flitter around, never fully meeting Joel's gaze. "I dunno I've never done anything like this before," you admit.

Joel's expression softens, and he reaches out to gently take your hand. "I know babygirl," he says. "And I'm not going to push you into anything. But I want you to know that I'm here for you, if you want me to be."

You take a deep breath, trying to gather your thoughts. You know that what Joel is suggesting is wrong, but you can't help feeling like a snake, trying to convince yourself to take a bite of the juiciest looking apple you’ve ever seen. He's always been so helpful, and now that he's offering to show you the ways of intimacy, you can't help but be tempted. You really don't want to be so inexperienced when it's your real first time. "I want you to teach me Joel," you whisper.

Joel's face lights up, "I promise to make this a learning experience for you, somethin’ you'll never forget."

He takes your hand and leads you to a secluded spot by the pool, sits down on the grass, and pulls you down next to him. "First things first, let's start with the basics. You ever touch yourself?"

You shake your head, feeling yourself fill with embarrassment.

"S'okay," he says. "This is all new to you. Just do what I do, okay?"

He takes your hand and guides it to your bottoms, helping you to slip your fingers under the fabric. You can feel the heat radiating from your core, and you gasp as Joel's and your fingers brush against your clit.

"Just relax," he says, his voice soothing. "S’all about pleasure."

As you continue to touch yourself, you can feel something building inside of you. It's a strange, unfamiliar sensation, but it's also incredibly pleasurable. You moan softly as Joel continues to guide your hand, his lips close to your ear.

"That's it," he murmurs, his lips close to your ear. "Just relax and enjoy the sensation." You can feel the heat radiating from your core, and you can feel your body tensing as you get closer and closer to your first orgasm. Joel can sense this too, and he places a hand on your belly, feeling each jolt and tremor as it passes through you.

"Just let go, baby," he whispers. "I've got you. You're safe."

But suddenly, you pull your hand away, your breath coming in short, sharp gasps.

"I can't," you say, your voice shaking. "It feels too weird."

Joel can see the look of fear and uncertainty in your eyes, and he pulls you against his chest.

"Yes, you can, I promise," he says, his voice soothing and reassuring. "Just let yourself feel the pleasure. Let me help you, baby. Tell me what you're feeling, baby," he says, his voice gentle and coaxing. "What does it feel like when I touch you like this?" He starts rubbing circles on your clit again.

You take a deep breath, trying to put your feelings into words. "It feels...good," you say, your voice hesitant. "But it's also scary. I've never done this before."

"I know, baby," Joel coos. "But there's nothing to be afraid of. I'm here with you, and I'll never let anything bad happen to you."

Joel can see that you need a different approach, something that will help you to relax and let go of your inhibitions.

He pulls away from you, his eyes meeting yours. "Let's try something a little different," he says with a gentle voice. Before you can protest, Joel is moving down your body, his lips pressing gentle kisses against your skin. When he reaches your thighs he gently guides them further apart, leaving kisses all the way until he reaches your swimsuit bottoms, he pulls them to the side, exposing your clit. You gasp as you feel his tongue flick against your clit, the sensation almost too much to bear.

"Just relax," Joel murmurs, his voice soothing. "Let me show you how good this can feel."

He continues to lick and suck at your clit, his fingers slipping inside of you to stroke your G-spot. You can feel pleasure building inside of you, more intense than anything you've ever felt before.

"Yes, just like that," Joel murmurs, his voice low and husky. "Let go, babygirl. Let yourself feel it."

And suddenly, you do. The orgasm crashes over you like a wave, so intense that you can barely breathe. You cry out whatever vowels and constants your brain can, and your body shakes with the force of it. Joel doesn't stop, his tongue and fingers continuing to work their magic. Another orgasm builds inside of you, even more intense than the first. You can feel yourself on the edge, your body trembling with pleasure.

"Come on, babygirl, come again, such a good girl."

And you do. This orgasm tears through you like a lightning bolt, so intense that you see stars behind your closed eyes.

Finally, the orgasm subsides, and you collapse back onto the grass, your breath coming in short, sharp gasps. Joel moves beside you, his arms wrapped around you as he holds you close to his body.

"How do you feel?" he murmurs, his lips close to your ear.

You take a deep breath, trying to gather your thoughts. "I feel...amazing," you say, quietly.

Joel smiles, his eyes meeting yours. "I'm glad," he says. "That's exactly how I wanted you to feel." Joel's expression is gentle as he looks at you, gauging your reaction. He then reaches down and slowly starts to undo the drawstring of his swim trunks. "You ever seen a cock before?"

You shake your head, feeling a mix of curiosity and nervousness. Joel seems to sense your apprehension, and he takes his time as he pulls down his swim trunks, revealing his erect length. Your eyes widen as you take in the sight before you, the way the sunlight dances off his smooth, taut skin, the way the veins protrude just slightly, creating a roadmap. Your gaze drifts down to the base, where the same salt and peppered hair that graces his head dusts his pelvis. Joel gives you a moment to take it all in before speaking again, his voice barely above a whisper, "Do you wanna touch it?" The question hangs in the air.

You nod, feeling a surge of excitement and curiosity. Joel's hand finds yours, guiding it towards his stiffening cock. You can feel the heat radiating off of him. As you wrap your fingers around his shaft, you marvel at the weight and firmness of it in your hand.

"Mmm, that feels so good," Joel moans, his eyes fluttering closed as he relaxes into your touch.

Encouraged by his reaction, you begin to explore his cock more fully. You stroke your hand up and down its length, feeling it twitch and throb beneath your fingertips. Joel helps guide your movements, his hand covering yours as he shows you the rhythm he likes best.

"Tighten your grip a little... yeah, just like that," he murmurs, his breath hitching as you increase the pressure. Joel's moans become louder and more frequent, and you can feel him grow even harder in your hand. It takes no time at all for Joel to reach his peak.

"Fuck baby, I'm gonna come," Joel gasps, his hips thrusting forward.

You pull your hand away, unsure of what to do. Joel opens his eyes and looks at you. You look like a deer in headlights, and the sight almost makes him come without help. "It's okay, baby," he says with a gentle voice. "You don't have to do anything. Just wanted to give you an idea of what it feels like, what it looks like, what it tastes like," he says softly, "But, if you're curious, I can show you how to pleasure a man with your mouth."

You nod, your curiosity getting the better of you. "I want to, I wanna learn."

Joel smiles, his eyes softening. "Okay, just remember to take it slow. There's no rush."

Joel takes your hand and guides it down to his cock, which is already rock-hard and pulsing with desire. You can feel the heat radiating off of him, and you're eager to explore him further. With a gentle nudge, he encourages you to take him into your mouth.

At first, you're hesitant. You've never done this before, and you're not sure what to do. But Joel is patient and kind, gently stroking your hair and murmuring words of encouragement.

"That's it, baby," he whispers. "Just relax and take your time. Mmm, yeah, just like that."

Emboldened by his words, you begin to explore him more fully. You wrap your lips around the head of his cock, swirling your tongue around the sensitive tip. Joel lets out a low moan of pleasure, and you can feel his hips bucking up towards you.

Encouraged you take him deeper into your mouth. You suck harder, your cheeks hollowing out as you work him over. Joel's moans grow louder and more frequent. Suddenly, he grabs a handful of your hair, guiding your head up and down in a steady rhythm.

"Fuck, baby, I'm gonna come," he gasps, his voice tight with pleasure.

You pull back, letting his cock slip out of your mouth with a wet pop. Joel opens his eyes and looks at you, his breath coming in short, sharp gasps. "Keep goin’ like you were, just swallow if you can, it's natural."

Joel's eyes flutter closed as he helps guide your head back down to his cock, savoring the feeling of him growing hard in your mouth once more. You wrap your lips around him, taking him in slowly, and begin to move your head in a gentle rhythm. Joel's breathing grows heavy as he lets out a low moan, his fingers finding their way into your hair.

You can feel him tensing up, and then, with a shudder, he comes, filling your mouth with warmth. The taste is strange and unfamiliar, but you swallow, determined to please him. You pull your mouth away from him quickly, probably a little too quickly. "Joel," you say, your voice hesitant as you look over at him, catching his breath. "Can we... do it?"

Joel looks at you, his expression serious. "Do what, babygirl?" he asks, puffing out a response through caught breathes even though he knows what you're asking.

"You know...have sex," you whisper.

Joel's eyes widen, and he looks at you with a mix of surprise and desire. "Baby, I just came," he says, his voice gentle. "Let me catch my breath for a bit, and then we can figure somethin' out."

Joel's eyes meet yours, and he can see the slight hint of disappointment in them. But he understands, and he takes your face gently in his hands, leaning in close so that his mouth is almost touching yours. "Don't worry, babygirl," he says, his voice soft and soothing. "I'll make it worth your while." You can feel your heart flutter at his words, and you can't help but smile. Joel's breathing begins to return to normal, and he pulls back slightly, looking at you with a serious expression. "I think I have a couple of ideas," he says. "But, it's gonna take some effort on both our parts."

You nod, eager to please him and experience more of the pleasure he's shown you.

Joel takes a deep breath, looking at you with a serious expression. "I want you to take your top off."

You look at him in surprise, your hands instinctively going to cover your chest. "What? Why?" You ask, your voice hesitant.

Joel reaches out to take your hands in his, his eyes meeting yours. "Because it's a natural part of a woman's body, and it's one of the things that turns me on the most," he explains. "And I want to be able to pleasure you fully, without any barriers between us."

You bite your lower lip, you've never been naked in front of anyone before, and the thought of doing so with Joel is both terrifying and thrilling. But you trust him, and you want to please him. Taking a deep breath, you nod your head, signaling your agreement. Joel's eyes softened as he smiled, his hands moving to gently guide you onto his lap. You feel a flutter in your stomach as you straddle him, your thighs brushing against his. His fingers deftly undo the knot that holds your bikini top in place, and the fabric falls away, leaving your breasts exposed to the warm summer air. You feel a shiver run down your spine, your nipples hardening in response to the exposure.

Joel's eyes darken as he takes in the sight of your bare chest, his breath hitching in his throat.

"Mmm, so perfect baby.” Before you can respond, Joel leans in, his mouth capturing one of your nipples. You gasp at the sensation, your hands instinctively going to his hair as he sucks and licks at your breast. Joel's hands come up to cup your other breast, his fingers teasing your nipple. You had never felt anything like this before, the sensation of his mouth on your breast, his hands caressing your body. It's intoxicating.

Joel's hands start to wander down your body, his fingers tracing patterns on your skin. He reaches your bikini bottoms, and you can feel him tugging at the fabric. "Lift up for me, baby,"

You do as he asks, lifting your hips off the ground as he pulls your bikini bottoms down your legs. You're completely naked now, exposed to Joel's gaze, but instead of feeling embarrassed, you feel a thrill run through your body. Joel's eyes are dark with desire as he takes in the sight of your bare body.

"Fuck, babygirl, you are so damn delicious," his hands reach out to touch you. He runs his fingers along your inner thighs, teasing you. "Spread your legs for me, baby, nice and wide," he says, his voice low and commanding.

You comply, spreading your legs apart.

He leans in close, his lips brushing against your ear. "You have no idea how fucking sexy you are, do you? I've been dreaming about this for years, imagining what it would be like to touch you, to taste you."

You gasp as Joel's hand slips between your legs, his fingers finding your clit. "You're so wet," he growls, his fingers circling your clit in slow, deliberate movements. "I can feel how much you want me, how much you need me. You think you're ready, baby?"

You nod, feeling a surge of excitement and nervousness. Joel moves between your legs, his body hovering over yours. He looks into your eyes, searching for any signs of doubt or hesitation.

"If you want to stop at any time, just tell me," he says. "I won't be upset."

You nod and shyly say, “I'm ready.”

Joel positions himself at your entrance, his tip pressing gently against your opening. He looks into your eyes, searching for any signs of discomfort or fear. "Just breathe, babygirl," his voice soothes you a bit. "It might feel a little uncomfortable at first, but I promise it'll feel good real soon."

You nod, taking a deep breath as Joel starts to push inside of you. You feel a sharp pain as he breaks through your barrier, and you can't help but gasp at the sensation. “Ah, Joel, it hurts," you whimper, your eyes watering.

Joel curses under his breath, his eyes filled with concern. "I'm sorry, babygirl," he says, his voice gentle. "I know, I know, I gotcha.” He continues to move slowly, giving your body time to adjust to the intrusion. You can feel yourself stretching to accommodate him, and you can't help but wince at the discomfort. Joel leans down, almost kissing you, his lips soft and gentle against yours. "It's okay, babygirl," he murmurs. "Just relax and let me take care of you."

As he continues to move, the pain starts to fade, replaced by a strange, unfamiliar sensation. It's not entirely unpleasant, but it's not exactly comfortable either. Joel seems to sense your confusion, and he starts to move his hips in a slow, circular motion. "Feel that, babygirl?" he touches your lower belly where you can feel his cock hitting. "That's your body gettin’ used to me. It's gonna feel good soon, I promise."

And he's right. As he continues to move, the sensation begins to shift, becoming something more pleasurable. You can feel yourself getting wetter, your body responding to Joel's movements. "That's it, babygirl," Joel murmurs, his voice low and husky. "Let yourself feel it. Let yourself feel me."

He starts to move faster, his hips thrusting harder against yours. You think you can feel yourself getting closer to another orgasm and Joel can sense it too. "You like that, babygirl? You like feeling my cock inside of you? You like feeling me stretch you open, fill you up?"

You nod, a small whimper coming from the back of your throat.

"Good," he breathes, pushing his hips deeper into yours, the friction making him groan. "Tell me when you're gonna come, sweetheart."

You feel yourself getting closer and closer to the edge, your breath coming in short, sharp gasps. "I-I'm gonna come," you gasp.

Joel's eyes widen, and he nods, his hips thrusting harder against yours. "Come for me, babygirl," he growls, his voice low and commanding. "Come on my cock."

The orgasm crashes over you like a tidal wave, so powerful that it feels like every nerve in your body is firing at once. You can't help but cry out, a loud, primal sound that probably alerts everyone in close proximity to what's happening. Your body convulses with pleasure, every muscle tensing and then releasing as waves of ecstasy wash over you.

Joel's thrusts become more erratic, his hips slamming against yours with a fierce urgency as he chases his own release. His breath comes in short, sharp gasps, each one hot and moist against your ear. "Fuck, babygirl," he groans. "I'm so close. I'm gonna come too." You can feel him throbbing inside of you, each pulse of his cock sending another shiver of pleasure through your body. You wrap your legs around him, pulling him deeper inside of you, wanting to feel every inch of him as he fills you up with his warmth.

And then he's there, his body tensing as he reaches his own peak. "Fuck, babygirl," he groans. "Oh fuck!" He collapses on top of you, his breath hot and heavy against your neck.

You can feel his heart pounding against your chest. For a moment, neither of you say anything, both of you too caught up in the afterglow of what just happened.

Finally, Joel lifts his head, looking down at you with a mixture of awe and desire. "Fuck, babygirl," he murmurs, his voice still low and husky. "That was...incredible."

You wrap your arms around him, feeling a surge of affection and gratitude. "Thank you," you whisper into his ear as you instinctively start stroking his hair.

Joel looks up at you, "What are you thankin’ me for?"

You feel a mix of embarrassment and shyness. "For showing me how good it can feel."

Joel smiles. "You're welcome, baby girl. I'm glad I could be the one to show you." He leans in, his lips capturing yours in a soft, gentle kiss. You can feel yourself getting lost in the moment, in the feeling of Joel's lips on yours, in the warmth of his body pressed against yours.

Your first kiss.

But all too soon, the bliss comes to an end. Joel pulls away, his eyes meeting yours. "I better get goin'," he says. "Your dad will be back soon."

You nod, feeling a surge of disappointment. "Okay," you say kinda pouty.

Joel smirks and lifts your chin in his hand so you're looking at him. "Don't look so sad, babygirl," he says, his voice gentle. "This is just the beginning. I promise to show you so much more."

With that, he gives you a quick kiss on the forehead and he gets up, putting his swim trunks back on. You watch as he walks away, your heart heavy in your chest. You know that what just happened was wrong, that it's not something that should have happened. But you can't help the way you feel, the way your body responds to Joel's touch. You take a deep breath, trying to gather your thoughts. You know that you should feel guilty, that you should be ashamed of what just happened. But all you can feel is a sense of excitement, of anticipation. You know that this is just the beginning.

And you can't wait.

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This time not as shy as the first piece.

#shining armor #gleaming shield #My Little Pony #mlp

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chxrryhansen · 3 months

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౨ৎ˚₊✩‧₊ 𝐏𝐑𝐄𝐓𝐓𝐘 𝐖𝐇𝐄𝐍 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐂𝐑𝐘

Pairing; Dark!Steve Rogers x Reader

Warnings; smut, dark themes, non con, breeding kink, oral- both receiving, degrading, size difference, unbalanced power dynamic, huge daddy kink, choking- to the point reader can’t breathe, dumbification, dacryphillia, spanking, steve is very dark in this, no aftercare!! i think thats it? Minors please DNI!!!!!

Summary; Steve Rogers, your boyfriend, the man everybody loved, his soul soft, standing against all evils. Until he got a taste of that sweet power. He became hungry. Now, you have no choice but to obey his rules. Can you bring him back to the light? Or is it too late? (it’s definitely too late)

here we have my first ever full fic! firstly i would like to give a huge thankyou to @dbnightingale24 for giving me the confidence and tips to write this! and another big thankyou to @evansbby and @hansensgirl for inspiring me in the first place for begin writing💘it’s around 3k words and i really put my all into this so please don’t forget to comment and reblog, i would love to hear all of your feedback!🫶🏻 much love, cherry.

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Steve Rogers, the man everyone respected, the man everyone believed in, looked up too. The man you used to cherish, his sweet boyish nature drawing you in from the moment you met. His pearly blues that used to soften as they fell on you, his gentle touch as he caressed your hair, the tender, loving kisses he used to leave all over your body.

Until Fury resigned that was.

Steve was officially the new director of shield, to which nobody opposed, i mean, who would right? He was Captain America, the man out of time. He was perfcet for the role. Strong willed, commanding yet understanding, he had respect for those beneath him and most of all he was compassionate, something that was hard to find in a good leader. This didn't last for long, of course.

Steve shortly became power hungry, his morals became more sick and twisted as his methods became more sadistic. He was violent, cruel…volatile. There was no bringing back Steve Rogers. The problem was he dragged everybody else down with him, nobody dared to stand up to Steve, too frightened of the consequences.

Tony couldn't talk Steve down, he tried for a while, attempted to reach out to him, guide him back to the light...but nothing worked. Tony couldn't do it, nor could you, not even his best friend of over a decade could sway his newfound mindset. You all figured it was best to keep your heads down from now on and follow Steves orders, no matter how out of line they seemed.

Not that you had a choice anyway.

Bucky was short to follow in his footsteps as his second in command. Both cruel and unforgiving. Your friendship with Bucky was practically non-exhistant, you no longer had movie nights together, giggling with big buckets of popcorn.

A simple nod of his head as he passed you down the hall was about as much as you would get. Steve wouldn't allow it now anyway.

Steve's display of affection changed alongside him, the love he made was no longer passionate, or gentle. In fact, he didn’t make love at all anymore… what he made was simply rough, hard, fucking.

The marks he left behind were no longer loving hickeys while he whispered in your ear, moaning sweet nothings as he gently thrusted his hips into your own. His eyes, gleaming with nothing but pure devotion.

They were bruises... bruises from how hard his hips slammed into your ass from behind, his grip tight on your hair, pulling and tugging as your skin became flustered at the impact of his thrusts. You missed the man he was. You often thought about that life while his cock was busy destroying your cunt. He didn’t care about your pleasure anymore, you were nothing but a hole for him to fuck.

From a distance you could hear Steves heavy boots storming down the coridoor. The sound was instantly unsettling. Your body recognising the noise as a trigger for an oncoming threat, sending you into alert mode.

You stood from your office chair on shaky legs, your posture rigid as he turned the corner to enter. His 6'4, stoic figure coming into view, casting a shadow that filled the room. His broad shoulders spread wide, his presence making your tummy tighten with unease.

He said nothing as he stared down at you, your fingers tugging at your short pink skirt- which he had chosen out for you this morning, the same way he customised your figure every morning. Claiming your dumb, baby brain was incapable of choosing an outfit that proved elegance and professionalism. In reality it was the complete opposite.

He liked to dress you in short skirts, ones that left little to the imagination, your asscheeks peeking out most days and revealing blouses, your tits practically spilling out of your shirts. You were highly sought after by the males at the compound before he came and scooped you up a few years ago.

They knew you were his, i mean he was your boyfriend for several years, you were what the female agents used to coo at, naming you as "couple goals". Where Steve went, you went, and vice versa. You were always seen smiling and giggling together, tag teaming on missons and holding hands as you explored the compound.

But, as steves power grew so did his insecurity. His possesive nature grew strong, wanting, no, needing to show other men you belonged to him, and only him. And you always would, whether you liked it or not.

"Get on your knees."

"Wh-What?"

"Get on your knees. You know i don't like to repeat myself." he growls while pushing your office door closed with one arm from behind, not daring to take his eyes of you.

You gulped as he stepped forward, caging you inbetween his thick biceps as you lean against your desk. One thing he was always good at was making you feel small. Even before all of this. Of course it wasn't anywhere near as threatening as it was now. He used to joke about how tiny you were compared to him, how he could pick you up with one hand, it was cute how big and protective he was of you.

Now, he used it to his advantage. He knew you feared him. He knew that you knew, you would never be able to run from him. He would overpower you every damn time with his brute strength.

There was no running from Steve Rogers. His thick beard scraped against your sensitive skin sending shivers down your spine as he groaned into your neck, your scent driving him wild.

He whispered darkly in your ear "Final chance. Get on your knees. Now, or you won't like what'll happen if you refuse me again."

You inhaled sharply, goosebumps spreading across your body in pure fear, or ecstacy. It was hard to tell these days. Steve had conditioned you so well to his own liking that even your body reacted to him in ways you would never fully understand. Or so he says.

Slowly you inched down towards the floor with your knees bent. The cold, rough flooring instantly proving to be uncomfortable as you figited. But Steve didn't care about that, why would he? His thick hand gripped your chin, forcing you to look up at him through hooded eyelids.

His thumb swipes across your bottom lip, he then pushes further, massaging your tongue as saliva begins to pool in your mouth. Removing his thumb slowly, he tugged on your bottom lip with pinched fingers. Before you even realised what was happening he shoves two fingers down your throat.

You sputter and gag around his thick digits, drool leaking out of the corners of your mouth, dripping onto the hard floor. Your eyes squeezed shut in pain as tears began rolling down your flustered cheeks.

His other hand is quick to grip your hair, tugging harshly. "You fuckin' look at me while daddy gags you with his fingers. Actin' like you don't get off on this shit. You love it. Say 'thankyou daddy'." he mocks with a high pitched tone.

Desperately trying to get the words out, you mumble around his fingers, seeming incoherent. He laughs darkly at your poor attempt, shoving his fingers deeper down your throat, gagging you one last time before pulling out.

"You gonna' be a good whore n' suck my dick? Huh? You fuckin' slut." His hand reaches down, pulling your shirt to the side, making your tits spill out. You hear him let out a loud groan, his pants tightening at the sight of your bare chest. He pinches your hard nipple roughly, rolling it roughly inbetween his index finger and thumb as you cry out, tears continuing to stream down your cheeks.

He shushes your cries gently as he begins to massage the same spot he previously assaulted making you keen with pleasure.

He had a thing for associating pain with pleasure, confusing your silly little brain into thinking the hurt he put you through was a good thing since pleasure soon followed. That he was rewarding you.

"Unzip me. Cmon' you dumb baby, take daddys fat cock out."

Listening to your own heartbeat in your ears, your head pounding with adrenaline, your fingers itch towards his pants. Which was apparently too slow for his liking as his grip on your hair tightens, making you sqeeze your eyes shut briefly before opening them, not wanting to anger him further.

You hurridly unzip his pants, reaching into his boxers and pulling out his cock. It's angry head pointing towards you as he grips the base with his other hand, slowing pumping his shaft over your face.

He pushes his bulbous tip into your closed lips, smearing his hot precum all over them. When you refuse to open your mouth he growls, pinching your nostrils closed. Feeling the air begin to leave your lungs, you gasp for breath and he's quick to shove his dick down your throat.

Gagging at the intrusion you cry harder, your lips stretching to fit around his thick length. his hips thrusting into your face as he fucks your throat harshly.

"That's it, you whore. Take daddys dick all the way down your throat. You fuckin' remember this the next time you try to refuse me."

His hand which was previously tugging at your hair moves towards your throat, holding you in a tight grip.

"Fuck... i can feel my fuckin' cock in that tiny throat of yours. Love it when you cry f' me, just makes me want to fuck you even harder, sweet girl." he grunts loudly over the sound of your gagging. Steve swiftly pulls his dick out as you keel over, coughing and sputtering, your throat sore from his brutal assault.

Before you even have a chance to gain your breath, his thick hands grip your shoulders, pulling you upright, bending you over your desk. Your legs shaking as he positions you so your ass is sticking out.

Lowering himself to the ground, he grips the flesh of your ass, squeezing roughly as he lifts up your skirt, briskly pulling your panties to the side. He shoves his nose into your pussy, groaning in delight at your sweet scent.

"Fuck i could live inbetween these slutty legs, your cunt's always ready for daddy, huh? Trained you so well." Your sticky juices smeared across your legs, dripping with desire, his facial hair bristling against your thighs making you squirm.

He mercilessly pushes his tongue as deep as it can go into your hole. You whimper as he laps up your wetness, his tongue prodding at your insides. Your arousal soaking his beard while your pussy clenched around his tongue. He pulls away for a moment, “God, how do you taste so fuckin’ good.” he groans.

Reaching back to grip his hair in your small fists, you go to push his face back into your cunt, completely overwhelmed with pleasure. His hand grips your wrist tightly, pining your arm to the desk, a sure reminder of who's in charge, seeming as you had forgotten your place. “Stay fuckin’ still or i’ll stop. Don’t you ever pull that shit again.”

You moan lewdly as he moves to latch onto your clit, sucking and swirling his tongue around your sensitive bundle of nerves. Groaning into your pussy as he fists his cock.

Your eyes begin to roll back as your orgasm itches closer. Steve, realising this, pulls away once again. Your juices stringing from your clit to his lips as you cry out, your orgasm beginning to fade.

"Stop with the fuckin' whining. Daddy's gonna' fuck you now. Tell daddy how much you want his cock...Cmon. No need to act all innocent now." he pressures at your hesitation.

"P-Please daddy wan' you to fuck me."

"You can do better than that." Steve husks, giving your ass a harsh smack from behind, knowing your skin will blister from his force.

Your lips quiver as you cry, "Please! N-Need your cock inside me so badly, wan' you to destroy me for anybody else. Wanna' feel you in my cervix daddy, Jus' wanna make you feel good. Love how full you make me feel. Please...I-I'll die if you don't fuck me. Pretty pretty ple-."

and before you can finish your sentence your cut off by your own scream, his cock dissapearing inbetween your folds as he bottoms out with a singular thrust. Your legs become slack as your body spasms at the intrustion, his hands grip your hips, keeping you in place as you squirm, instinctively trying to escape his hold.

"F-Fuck, Y-Your so big daddy. It hurts so bad, p-pull out!"

"Shut up." he groans as his thick hand covers your mouth from behind. “Gonna fuckin’ dog fuck you til you can’t think of anything but this fat fuckin’ cock you dirty little slut, you hear me?” he practically growls as he begins to fuck you.

The sound of clapping skin begins to fill the room, agents around the compound sure to hear the way his dick bruitalises your cunt.

"Such a filthy girl i have, always so desperate for daddy to fuck you, even when you try and deny it, i know this sweet pussy would never lie to me." He coos in your ear as you sob, your face wet with tears and saliva.

"My messy whore, see what happens when you don't listen to me? You see what a mess you become? Fuck. You look so pretty like this, this is how you should always be, filled to the brim with my fat dick.”

Steve had always loved fucking you braindead, watching as your eyes glaze over and your tongue begins to hang out of your mouth, drooling all over yourself. It made him feel powerful, like you were dependent on him. Which you were in a sense, always so needy and desperate for him to fuck you.

The impact of his animalistic thrusts turn your skin raw as he speeds up. His arm wrapping around your waist, pressing you close to him as he spreads his legs further apart, hitting a new angle inside your pussy. You let out a loud wanton moan as his balls slap against your clit.

“F-Fuck yes! H-Harder daddy.”

“Yeah? You like that? I know you do, it’s okay. Is my little girls brain goin’ fuzzy? Huh? Poor girl.” Steve mocked, amusement clear in his tone. "M' gonna' cum. Daddy please can i cum?" you whine, the knot in your stomach tightening, a warning that your orgasm was near.

"Yeah baby? You gonna' cum for me you dirty whore? Go ahead, cum all over my dick. Can feel you clenching around me, grippin' me like a fuckin' vice."

Your cream coats his length as you let out a muffled cry, biting your lip harshly as you cum.

"T-Thankyou daddy. Feels s-so good..." you babble, your thick cream creating a ring around the base of his cock. Your weight giving out once again as Steve holds you, smirking as he watches you come undone, giving you no escape from his relentless thrusts.

His thick shaft pummeling your insides as you scream with ecstacy, your pussy throbbing as he fucks you through your high.

"F-Fuck look at that... love watching your cream leak around my cock, taking this dick so good for me. Gonna' cum inside you...yeah? You want daddy to fill you up?" he groans as his own orgasm nears, talking himself through it.

"God, this cunt treats me like a fuckin' king. It's coming baby, daddys gonna cum, Oh fuck fuckkk." his hips twitch and his balls throb as his load begins to fill you, shooting out thick ropes of hot cum into your pussy. Moaning at the sensation of his warmth inside you.

“Take my fuckin’ cum. That’s it, good girl. Love watchin’ your pussy swallow my hot fuckin load, bet you love it too, hm? You slut.” he pants, exhausted from the brutal fucking he just gave you.

He snaps out of it almost instantly, pulling out without warning and tucking his softening cock back into his pants.

Giving your ass a harsh smack, he steps back. You turn to look at him, your eyes glazed over. He stares at the ground with no emotion as he combs his locks with his fingers, making himself seem presentable.

Hope fills you, your heart races as you lick your lips in anticipation, wondering if he will stay to comfort you and hold you the way he used to many months ago.

But he doesn't. You get nothing but a short glance as he turns to exit your office, slamming the door shut on his way out. You slump down against the floor, a complete mess.

Your soft cries turn to sobs, breathing rapidly, your hands gripping your hair as you raise your knees to your chest. It was almost as if he had you in a trance when he was burried inside your cunt, as soon as he was done it was like the fog in your brain had cleared.

People told you there was no bringing the old Steve back, that your sweet, caring boyfriend was gone. Replaced by a monster.

You didn't want to believe them... but maybe you should've.

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serpentandlily · 3 months

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Sly Fox, Dumb Bunny II

Sly Fox, Dumb Bunny II - Eris x Archeron!Reader

Summary: You find yourself ensnared by a sly, cunning fox. A very handsome, irritating one.

Warnings: none

a/n: sorry for the long wait with this one! Hope you guys like it!

Part I

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You slipped into the private library in the House of Wind, humming slightly to yourself. The faint scent of crackling embers and something else indiscernible met your nose as the door slammed shut behind you but you brushed it off, figuring it must've come from the fireplace on the other side of the large room.

You meandered to the section that was filled with romance books—the ones Nesta had made sure to stock up on ever since she became the owner of this place along with Cassian. You brushed your fingers against the spines of the books, pulling out some that had interesting titles and stacking them in your arms.

A Heart Ablaze.

The Prince of Fire.

Your skirt flitted against the tops of your boots as you walked. You bit your lip, pulling out another book. This one titled, The Flames that Bind Us. You’d read it before but it was one of your favorites.

“You should be a bit more aware of your surroundings, bunny. You have no idea what sort of monsters are lurking around.”

You gasped, jumping in fright and dropping your stack of books to place a hand on your chest. You whirled around with a wildly beating heart.

You had recognized the voice immediately but you were still taken aback to see Eris lounging in one of the armchairs by the fireplace. He was sprawled out in the chair like it was his throne, a glass of whiskey in one hand and his other lightly stroking the soft velvet of the armrest. His red hair gleamed the same color as the burning flames behind him.

Your gaze dipped to his chest, to his cream colored tunic that had a few buttons undone, exposing the silver layered jewelry resting against his chest. He wore dark brown breeches, perfectly tailored for his long legs and brown riding boots. How he managed to make such casual clothing look elegant and refined was beyond you.

When you met his eyes again, those devastating amber eyes, Eris gave you a fox-like grin that looked anything but friendly.

“What are you doing here?” you asked as you bent down to pick up the books you had dropped. You held them against your chest like a shield.

“That is no way to address a Lord,” Eris purred.

You huffed, fighting the urge to roll your eyes.

“Apologies, my Lord,” you replied, sarcastically. “What a delight it is to see you again. What brings you to our humble court?”

Eris’s eyebrows rose in amusement.

“If you must know, I’m here for a meeting with your High Lord and Lady,” Eris said. “Pray tell, what are you doing here, bunny?”

His eyes darted to the books in your arms and you blushed, trying to discreetly cover the titles. Eris didn’t need to know your reading preferences.

“If you must know,” you said, mocking him, “I live here.”

You split time between here and the River House. Mostly because Nesta had once accused you of favoring Feyre. You hated nothing more than to be used as a pawn against your sisters. But being the youngest, your role in the family oftentimes required you playing mediator between your siblings. Sometimes, messenger too.

“Poor little bunny,” Eris teased. “Locked up here in a cage.”

“Stop calling me that!”

You glared at the handsome Lord, hating the way that made him seem even more amused.

Eris said nothing, just twirled the glass in his hands as his eyes assessed you. You felt the hairs on your arms stand up, felt a chill run down your spine at his look. His smirk never left his face. You were quite sure he had been born wearing it.

“Don’t you normally meet with Rhys and Feyre in Hewn City?” you asked, unable to take the silence. You should probably leave, but something kept your feet glued to the floor.

Eris shrugged. “Sure, when our business involves Keir.”

He spat out the older male’s name with disgust.

“I’m surprised they didn’t order you to stay in your room knowing I was here,” he continued, his amusement back once more. “Can’t let the little bunny be ensnared by a fox again.”

His grin was more of a display of teeth. It did nothing to quell your nerves.

“They never tell me anything,” you murmured, annoyed.

Your lips slammed shut when one of Eris’s eyebrows raised, like you had just unknowingly passed along information you shouldn’t have.

The doors to the library slammed open and you jumped, sucking in a breath at the sudden noise. Azriel stormed in, his eyes narrowed at Eris. You suddenly felt tense, sensing the way the energy seemed to shift in the room. He stopped once he was in front of you, crossing his arms over his broad chest.

“What are you doing here?” he hissed at the redhead. “You’re supposed to be waiting for Rhys and Feyre in the war room.”

Eris didn’t seem frightened in the slightest, unlike most fae did when staring down the shadowsinger.

He plucked a piece of lint from his tunic, unbothered. “Apologies, shadowsinger. I got lost.”

You doubted that and by Azriel’s growl, you realized he did too. He turned to look down at you, his lips pressed in a straight line with a stern look.

“Go,” Azriel barked, nodding his head towards the door. You bristled at the command, as if you were a dog he could order around.

But it was Eris who stood to his full height and snarled, “Don’t speak to her like that.”

Your eyes widened in surprise. You stepped out from around Azriel to see Eris staring down the shadowsinger. You swore the flames in the fireplace grew, the crackling of the wood the only thing breaking the tense silence.

You shifted on your feet, clearing your throat as the temperature rose—Azriel’s shadows growing with it. You placed a hand on Azriel’s shoulder, trying to calm him.

“I’ll leave,” you said softly, glancing up at Eris but his focus was on your hand touching Azriel, a muscle in his jaw ticking.

“It was lovely speaking to you again, my Lord,” you said, sarcastically, bowing your head at Eris. At the sound of your voice, you watched as Eris’s mask slipped right back into place, all the tension leaving his body.

His gaze met yours and he shot you his infamous fox-like grin. “Indeed, Lady.”

Azriel growled, lowly, and that was your sign to leave. You scurried out of the room, ignoring the butterflies in your stomach—the ones that had been there since the moment you laid eyes on the handsome Lord of Fire.

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It had taken a lot of persuasion on your part, but you had finally talked Rhys and Feyre into letting you have more of a role in their court. They had decided to let you shadow Lucien as an emissary, but so far the only place you had gone with him to was the human realm—not that you minded.

You were currently in the deserted manor that Vassa, Jurian and Lucien were now living in since the end of the war. You had just had a meeting and dinner with them, but out of politeness, had offered to clean up which left you in the kitchen alone, scrubbing dishes. You supposed you could’ve used magic, but decided on doing it the only way you knew how: the human way.

“I thought I smelt a bunny in here.”

You let out a squeak of surprise, dropping the plate you were drying back into the filled basin. Water and soap splashed all around you, speckling the smock you wore over your dress and the counter.

You yanked a small hand towel free and began to blot at the water spots as you whirled around to face Eris. The grin he wore only infuriated you even more.

“Must you always sneak up on me?” you grumbled, tossing the towel back on the counter.

“You need to be more aware of your surroundings, bunny,” Eris purred.

“Oh, for Gods’ sake, stop calling me that!”

“Perhaps when it stops to suit you so well.”

“It doesn’t suit me now,” you argued back. “I am not some little bunny.”

“Are you sure about that?” Eris took a step towards you but something about his demeanor made you mirror his step backwards, your backside hitting the counter behind you. His grin sharpened at your movement.

“Are you scared of me, bunny?”

Your cheeks flushed, your heart skipped a beat in your chest.

“N-no,” you stuttered.

He took a step closer, that fox-like grin still on his face.

“Really?” Eris mocked. “You seem quite scared.”

“You tend to have that effect on everybody.”

“Do I?”

You knew he was teasing you, but it didn’t stop your heart from pounding nor did it do anything to quell the butterflies in your stomach. He was close enough now that you had to tilt your head back to look up at him. You had almost forgotten how tall he truly was.

You nodded, losing your voice as he took another step closer.

“And why is that?”

You cleared your throat, your hands finding the edge of the counter behind you so you could brace yourself. “It probably has to do with your reputation.”

“I have a reputation?”

The question sounded more like a joke on his tongue. Eris raised his eyebrows at you in suggestion and you swallowed audibly.

He took another step closer, now easily within reach of you. The hairs on the back of your neck stood up, a small tremble shook your legs. But it wasn’t an unpleasant feeling. It was more like anticipation. But for what? That was the part you couldn’t figure out.

“You know you do,” you said, narrowing your eyes. “You’ve gone to great lengths to make sure of it.”

Something inside of you could see the mask Eris liked to wear. Another step closer and you could feel the heat coming from his body. It seemed to reach out to you, like standing near a warm fire. Your body softened in response.

“You’re right. I have,” Eris cooed. “But I don’t care about everyone. I want to know if you are scared of me.”

He was so close now, only inches away from you, his handsome face looming over you. The sun setting caused a golden hue to stream through the window, making his crimson hair shine like molten metal.

“No,” you whispered, your head now fully tilted up to look at him. “But I think…I think I should be.”

Based on everything you had been told about him, at least.

Eris’s eyes darkened as he gazed down at you. The silence was thick, the tension in your body heightened. You were captive to his stare—to those whiskey amber eyes. Something ached terribly in your chest.

Eris reached out a hand, hooking some of your hair behind a pointed ear. He leaned down, resting his hands on the counter behind you, caging you in. It almost seemed as if he was going to kiss you but instead his mouth landed by your ear.

“You’re right, bunny,” he purred. “You should be.”

A chill ran down your spine as Eris stood back up. He seemed to relish in the way your body had responded to him, his grin turning smug and haughty. You should step away from him. Logically, you knew you should move. But something kept your feet ensnared—just like that day in the library.

His stare held an intensity that made your mouth dry. Something loomed beneath–the weight of all the secrets he seemed to keep. Your eyes were a stark contrast to his. Wide and full of every emotion that ran through you, no deception to be found.

Footsteps coming towards the door to the kitchen broke whatever spell you had been under. In a blink of an eye, Eris was almost on the other side of the room, his back resting against the wall, his arms crossed over his chest.

The doors pushed open and Lucien walked in. He paused on the threshold, his eyes narrowing on his brother before they drifted to you. He looked you up and down, as if he was inspecting you for damage. Seeming content that you were in one piece, he glanced warily at Eris.

He rolled his eyes at his brother’s grin.

“Leave Y/n alone,” Lucien grumbled. “She doesn’t like your little games. Come, you requested a meeting with me. Let’s get this over with so I take her home.”

He nodded his head towards the door before leaving Eris to follow him. Eris gave you one last parting look on his way out. A look that would linger in your mind for the following weeks.

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The Dawn Court was radiant and you couldn’t stop spinning in circles, taking in the opalescent golden stone palace, grand staircases and ornate archways. Morning glories wrapped around pillars, drooping wisterias hung from every railing. It was beautiful, breathtaking. You could hardly believe your eyes.

You smoothed down the skirt of your midnight blue ball gown, feeling slightly out of place amongst all the pretty pastel colors of the Dawn Court. It was the first time you’d been out of the Night Court, besides that slight, accidental trip to Autumn.

Later today, you would be meeting with the rest of the High Lords, as well as Vassa and her court to discuss a peace treaty. Rhys had insisted on bringing you despite Feyre’s hesitation. But he had made the point that the humans might take more kindly to someone familiar, someone who used to be like them.

Nesta had been the first choice, but she and Cassian were still away on their mating vacation. Elain had been set to come today instead of you until Rhys had found out that Lord Nolan and Graysen would be attending the meeting and thus, Elain was spared the uncomfortable reunion and you were put in her place.

Not that you were complaining. You were excited to finally be involved.

The courtier from Dawn led your group to the suite your court would be staying in. It was carved from sunstone, with a lavish sitting area and private dining room—all decorated beautifully with jewel-toned fabrics and cushions stacked along the thick carpet. Bird cages hung from the ceiling in the corner of the room, right next to a large window that overlooked the countryside.

Once the courtier left, Rhys was quick to throw up several wards around the room. “Don’t get too comfortable yet. Eris is slipping by to meet before the official gathering.”

Mor groaned and plopped down on a settee, throwing her arm over her eyes.

“Perhaps you’d like to go rest for a spell in your room, Y/n?” Your sister suggested.

You saw her words for what they were though. They didn’t want you around when Eris came. You might’ve tried to argue against it but decided to not push your luck today. They were already letting you come to the meeting.

You gave her a small nod and disappeared into one of the rooms. Still feeling a bit nauseated from all the winnowing, you laid down on the soft bed and drifted off into a mid afternoon nap.

It only felt like a second had gone by when you eventually woke. You cursed as you looked out the small bay window, seeing the sun far lower than it had been when you had fallen asleep. You rose quickly and smoothed out your hair and dress.

You sat down at a small vanity and touched up your makeup before finally leaving your room, not even checking if they were still in a meeting with Eris or not, not wanting to be late.

Your door creaked open and several heads twisted your way—including a very handsome one with flaming red hair. You blinked in surprise, your cheeks turning a bit pink at the sudden attention.

“My apologies,” you murmured, embarrassed. “I didn’t know we still had company.”

Your eyes darted to your sister, hoping she wasn’t upset with you, but Feyre’s face didn’t falter. Her eyes only softened as she looked at you. “It’s okay, we’re almost done here anyways.”

Eris shot up suddenly, knocking his chair back.

“What is she doing here?” he hissed.

Your eyes widened in shock, taken aback by both his words and his tone. Rhys’s eyebrows raised and Feyre frowned at the redhead.

“What does it matter to you?” Rhys asked, his face carefully blank.

Eris scoffed and straightened out the sleeves of his coat. The frazzled look in his eye flickered away and his perfectly crafted mask was back in place. “It matters little to me. But considering you’ve gone to such lengths keeping her hidden, I’m surprised you’d allow her here knowing who will be at this meeting. My father is going to be displeased to know that you have not three but four Made females residing in your court now. It might make him…less agreeable.”

“You think having her here is going to cause problems with your father?”

“I know having her here is going to cause problems with my father.”

You bristled at the way you were being spoken about as if you weren't standing in the very same room as them.

“Why should we care about your father’s feelings on the matter?” Azriel spat out, crossing his arms.

“You want him to sign your little peace treaty, do you not?” Eris sneered at Azriel, his tone full of condescension.

“We also need the humans to agree upon the treaty,” Feyre cut in. “And Y/n has been working with your brother as an emissary to gain their trust. Since Lucien cannot be here, it is vital that she is present at this meeting.”

“You're delusional if you think it’s going to be harder to get the humans to sign the treaty than my father,” Eris said in that haughty tone of his. “He still thinks about that kernel of power you took from him. Power is all that matters to him and having all four made sisters in your court is going to be an issue in his eyes.”

“We have other ways to entice your father,” Rhys said with a shrug.

You were still taken aback, unable to even form words to leave your mouth. You hadn’t been aware that your presence would cause such drama. You were nothing. No one. Just another Archeron sister. You didn’t even have powers outside the normal High Fae ones, like summoning things and winnowing.

You didn’t miss the blink of fear that passed through Eris’s eyes, but no one else seemed to catch it. He still stood, his palms now pressed against the table separating him from the rest of your court.

“Why is it that no one knows about her, anyways?” he asked. “Why is it that all reports only mention the other two sisters being put in the Cauldron and not Y/n?”

A shiver ran down your spine at the sound of your name on his lips. But whatever feeling that was passed as a memory of that horrid day came at the reminder of the Cauldron.

“Put the little one in first,” the King of Hybern ordered, smugly, as he kept eye contact with Feyre. She was pleading with him to let you go. Pleading and begging with her own life. You knew why he chose you to go in first. He knew that it would cause Feyre more grief, more stress.

The feeling of hands all over you as you fought against your binds. Hands that were dragging you closer and closer to the huge Cauldron that sat in the middle of the room. You were screaming through your gag. Tears were streaming down your face.

You could even hear your sister’s ex lover demanding the King put a stop to this.

“She is just a girl, a child,” someone in the room hissed. “Stop this!”

And you supposed you were—especially to the fae. You were almost seventeen, your birthday falling on the Autumn equinox, when both day and night were equal lengths. It was all you kept thinking about as you were dragged to the Cauldron.

Four months.

Four months until Autumn.

And then you had been pushed underneath the dark water and your humanity had been stripped away from you.

Your heart was pounding at the thought of that day, of everything that had happened afterwards. Eris’s eyes flickered to you for a moment and you got the sense that he almost knew where your mind had drifted. Feyre gave you a look of concern.

It struck you now that it had been three years since that day.

Three years.

Three years since your life had been forever changed.

“Your contacts must not be very good at their jobs,” Rhys said in answer to Eris’s question. But you were also pondering it. Why is it that most of Prythian did not know of your existence? Why is it that the reports of that day only ever mention Nesta and Elain?

Eris didn’t look like he believed Rhysand either.

“Fine, whatever, I don’t have time to argue with you. My father is expecting me back any moment now,” Eris finally said, standing to his full height. His gaze drifted to you for a second before he glared down at Rhys.

“Send her away,” he spoke through his teeth and then he winnowed away, leaving only crackling embers in his wake.

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Tempest and Luna float up to Lightning Dust's side after the quick and dazzling light show her genification was.

"Glad to have you on our side, surely you can see the beneficial powers we're bestowing, now?" Luna asked

"This is exactly what we're trying to share with the rest of the world, yet they refuse to let us do so! Why don't you stretch your wings, legs, and then show them what they’re missing out on! Though I may have a feeling you have a particular one in mind?" Tempest inquired herself

They all look down upon the three wonderbolts with sinister smiles on their faces. Spitfire was shaking, but as captain, she had to remain strong for the others. Internally though, she cursed herself for not being able to stop Lightning Dust from rushing in. (If only I could have stopped her! I wish I were faster… these rookies are outclassing me at every turn… and now we've got a new enemy…)

She grits her teeth. "Soarin, Fleetfoot, she knows our traditional maneuvers, we need to break out something different. One massive super tornado. Like how we transfer water from the ground to Cloudsdale… I know it's just the three of us, but that should at least buy us enough time to escape and regroup..."

Lightning disconnected her genie tail from her vessel, warping it into her back legs and pony tail once more. She does some mid-flight stretches and smirks as she looks down on the three wonderbolts.

She however replied to Tempest "A particular one in mind? Nah, I got an ax to grind against any and all of the Wonderbolts... especially that upstart trainee Rainbow Dash! But I'll admit Spitfire being here is an opportunity I've been savoring for a while... and I'll enjoy getting the other two here just as well~. You two go ahead and pick up whoever is left of those meathead guards. But leave the Wonderbolts to ME, for they are MINE!"

Soarin and Fleetfoot meanwhile begin to fly in a circle with Spitfire to create their tornado. Soarin being more careful this time not to put the tornado in a position to throw vessels at unsuspecting guards in the city.

"Rainbow Dash? Oh, how interesting (Seems we're quite lucky to have genified this one. She'll be quite good for going up against Rainbow Dash's speed. This gives me an idea of how to get her on our side. As long as we can keep her headstrong nature in check.)” Luna smiles. "The fun for us has tripled! Please do enjoy yourself with them. Show them what Geniequestria has to offer!"

"Let's make sure that confidence of yours isn't falsely placed though. Don't worry about the rest of the guards either." Tempest looks down and can see Gleaming and Bayonet busy going after those they may have missed. "They are already being accounted for. Do give us a good show though, these wonder dolts have been giving us the run around for too long!" She conjures up some popcorn for herself and Luna so they can watch Lightning's performance.

Spitfire is pushing herself to her absolute limit along with Soarin and Fleetfoot. The tornado they make is far bigger than the ones they had made individually. "KEEP FLYING FASTER! DON'T LET UP FOR A SINGLE SECOND! WE CANNOT LET THESE GENIES WIN!! IF WE LOSE, CLOUDSDALE WILL FALL!"

"Tsk, tsk, tsk. They really think a tornado's going to stop ME? How foolish, but I'll play along. Allow me to... ‘help’... hehehehe" Lightning zooms on over to the tornado and begins to add even more speed to the tornado. A ripple effect in the wind makes both Fleetfoot and Soarin' struggle to maintain their place in the tornado, having to dodge stray bolts of electricity left from Lightning Dust's speed trail, not exactly making it any easier. Lightning purposely leaves Spitfire alone so as to not raise too much suspicion of her approach and to save the captain for last.

With the wind whipping in their faces on top of the trio already moving at their top speeds, it was nearly impossible to see Lightning Dust. Spitfire chalked up the wobbliness to them needing to dodge the lightning. Trying to focus on all of these tasks at once was proving difficult for the seasoned fliers however, with each dodge and with the wind still continuing to pick up speed, they were getting noticeably shakier, their formations breaking ever so slightly. "KEEP IT TOGETHER! WE CAN DO THIS, WONDERBOLTS! (We have to stop them all! Can't slow down for a second!)” The pressure was building in Spitfire's mind, she kept the thought that if she could somehow outspeed Lightning, they might have a chance. The fact that the tornado was moving so quickly with just the 3 of them made her think she was breaking her own limits… but she was blind to see that her idea was backfiring.

Luna and Tempest however could see things just fine. Sitting safely outside of the tornado, using what looked like opera glasses to look within the storm. Luna took a bite of the popcorn they conjured up. "That speed is rather impressive. With this one on our side, the rest of Cloudsdale's forces will be genified before nightfall."

"Before nightfall? I’d almost say the next 5 minutes flat at most! But it is true those fliers have no idea what's coming, do they? It's no longer them that's controlling that tornado" Tempest replied with a smug smile.

Lightning continuously spins the tornado for a little while longer, grinning before focusing some magic to create two vessels. Both akin to the regular bottle but with additional wings on the stopper, and the color of the vessels were of a similar theme to that of a Wonderbolts flight suit. She proceeds to take the stopper of it off and then throws it into the tornado, allowing it to spin wildly in the wind. To make it even harder to dodge, she throws several fake vessels not meant to genify, but the Wonderbolts wouldn't be able to tell all that quickly the duds from the real ones at the speeds they were flying at.

Fleetfoot gasps as several vessels head her way. just managing to dodge most of them. One manages to hit her on the back. Briefly scaring her into thinking she was about to be sucked in. Though nothing happens afterward. Fleetfoot soon realizes perhaps the vessel needs to touch actual skin to work, whereas the flight suits protect them from such contact. The wonderbolt gets cocky "Ha, these vessels aren't so tough. Let me at all of them!"

Spitfire tries to warn Fleetfoot "Even if our suits protect us, we cannot get sloppy! Stay focused! (I have to move faster! I NEED TO KEEP GOING!)” Spitfire was determined but she was so focused on herself, assuming the others were still in line with her, she didn't even realize what they were going through.

Lightning Dust obliges gleefully as all the vessels whether fake or not head towards Fleetfoot. She takes a few more hits from more fake vessels and laughs as one misses her, only not realizing that the one that ‘missed’ her just went inches under her tail, making it begin to stretch.

By the time she realizes it, she shrieks as she's now being pulled along by the vessel like a fish to a fishing rod. Swirling around the entire tornado, Fleetfoot screams as she's continuously stretched and pulled by the vessel, it elongates the pegasus to an absurd deal making her almost seem like a snake with a pony head as she’s spiraling through the tornado

"FLEETFOOOOOT! NOOOOOOO!" Soarin exclaimed in vain for his squadmate. Fleetfoot is quite quickly brought into the vessel as Lightning uses magic to hold it in one place. The wind making her entrance faster, all the Wonderbolt can do is scream until the last few seconds as the loud screams faded into loud moans, before being muffled into silence.

Tempest laughs as Fleetfoot lets her overconfidence be her downfall. "Hmph, I knew their arrogance would bite them sooner or later. That's one down, two to go."

Spitfire gasped in horror as she heard Fleetfoot's screams and moans, registering what had just happened to her teammate. “(No! Fleetfoot…)” She grit her teeth and continued to fly. Some tears leaked from the sides of her goggles. Before she determinedly turned towards Soarin’s direction.

"WE CAN'T STOP, SOARIN! KEEP LOOKING FORWARD! DODGE EVERY LAST BOTTLE!" Her confidence was wavering. To keep up this speed, along with dodging lightning and the near endless bottles coming at them, be they dud or otherwise, it was overwhelming. (What I'd give for some magic to blast these things out of the sky…)

With one less Wonderbolt in the tornado, Soarin and Spitfire get even less control of the Tornado. Both bottles and bolts of lightning strike at Soarin, who miraculously manages to dodge everything.

"Gonna take more than that to bring me down, Lightning!" Soarin bravely declared.

Lightning just laughs quietly "Quite impressive, Soarin. Obviously you're a veteran flier much like the Captain, and you aren't as arrogant as Ms. Fleetfoot. However, you still have a weakness that even I found out in my short time at the Wonderbolt Academy… you can't resist a good pie!" Lightning then charges some magic which puts all the flying vessels into pies.

It didn't help that this drawn out battle certainly has left Soarin' quite hungry. His mouth begins to water just seeing all the pies soaring around. He shakes his head however, and is determined not to let his love of pie be his downfall as he still continues to dodge them all. Though his stomach certainly rumbles, a part of him hopes he gets hit with a fake one so he can still get some much-needed sugar in his system.

With the appearance of yet another obstacle for them to dodge, Spitfire's anger continued to build. "Why, Lightning Dust!? You were ready to take the genies down no more than five minutes ago and now you side with them!? Your hatred for us aside, what about the rest of Equestria?! Don't you care at all about what they're going to do to this world!?"

Princess Luna rolled her eyes at these accusations. "Again with thinking we're some kind of evil force. Do they genuinely not realize that what we do is for the good of all?"

Tempest rubbed her chin "I think I'm starting to understand why the Storm King was so obsessed with PR relating to his reign… clearly messaging does play a factor in these takeovers..." She grimaced, thinking that something her former boss did was a smart idea. "Still, our methods are working just fine. I think the blue one is next on the list."

For just a moment, Spitfire looked towards Soarin. "NO MATTER WHAT, DO NOT GO FOR THOSE PIES, YOU HEAR ME!? SHE'S USING OUR WEAKNESSES AGAINST US!" She quickly focuses back on everything in front of her. It's only now that she had that brief second of looking elsewhere did she realize, the bottles, the lightning, and now the pies, while some of it was flying in her direction, most of it was currently aimed towards Soarin. (She's picking us off one by one… this is nothing more than a game to her…)

Soarin continues to dodge all he can, but he's beginning to tire out. Besides the tornado that's been hard to keep up, or at least they think are still keeping up, he and the others have been trying to help the forces in Cloudsdale for hours by now. The fatigue really dawned on him. He could really use a sugar boost, and those pies are looking more and more tasty by the second. He thinks maybe he should let himself get hit by at least one, with the chances that it'll be one with a fake vessel inside. Soon another pie approaches and Soaring actually catches it with his forehooves.

Sweat flew off of Spitfire, she too was running on fumes. Adrenaline being the only thing keeping her going. If she stopped for a second, she knew it'd be over. The clang of one of the pie tins echoed against the wind. "SOARIN, NO!!!"

He bites into the pie, luckily for him this one was indeed was one with a dud vessel. But then a strange feeling comes over him, as his eyes become hearts.

"That… pie... soooo... goood.... must... have... more!" It seems Lightning added some addicting ingredients to the pies. As now Soarin was ACTIVELY chasing each of the pies down and eating them.

While she was glad it was only a dud, Soarin's reaction frightened her even more. "Soarin? SOARIN?! SNAP OUT OF IT! YOU'RE GOING TO GET SUCKED IN!!" She knew what that look was, a want it, need it spell. (That little....)

Soarin still finds mostly fake ones, which only increases his ravenous addiction until he finally gets one where the moment he bites into the pie, his face seems to stretch right into where he bit into. Soarin had been caught by the pie with the real vessel inside it. He barely gets a second to react as his head and neck are absorbed. The rest of his body flails in the wind as it too is brought into the vessel.

Spitfire tries to rush in and stop him, but it is already too late. "SOARIIIIIIIIINNNN!!!!" More tears fell from her eyes.

Lightning floats the pie over, and takes the vessel out from it. And she now devilishly smirks as she takes her attention to the only one left. Answering the Wonderbolt’s question after bottling Spitfire’s veteran teammate right in front of her.

"Blah blah blah, Genies spheenies. It's bold of you to think I care a flying feather about anypony else in Equestria. The only important thing is that I prove that I'm a better flier than YOU and your ‘favorite cadet’, Rainbow Dash! Even when you're a genie and we're ‘equal’ and all that nonsense, you will belong to ME!"

Lightning Dust's speech about not caring for genies or geniequality was like a red flag to Luna and Tempest. Luna immediately got out of her relaxed position, ready to knock some of her own sense into Lightning. Not out of a desire to save Spitfire from genification but to make Lightning understand where her loyalties should lie. "I've heard enough. That is not going to be acceptable, we need to..."

Tempest stopped her "No, let her genify Spitfire first. Then we talk. Lightning is going to be a pain if we stop her too early..."

Now that Spitfire was the only one of her teammates left, she realized they were never keeping the momentum of the tornado, Lightning Dust was. Her taunting nearly pushed Spitfire over the edge. All the raw emotion, the anger she was feeling, came out. "YOU ARROGANT TRAITOR!! YOUR PETTINESS HAS DOOMED ALL OF CLOUDSDALE! ALL OF THIS IS BECAUSE YOU WANT TO PROVE YOU WERE A BETTER FLIER?!" This anger was fueling Spitfire to fly faster, she just lost everything and she knew time was running out for her.

Now she was the one flying recklessly. Wanting to slam into Lightning, knock some sense into her. "YOU LISTEN AND YOU LISTEN WELL, YOU WERE NEVER WONDERBOLT MATERIAL! YOUR SPEED HAD NOTHING TO DO WITH IT! RAINBOW DASH MAY HAVE BEEN JUST AS RECKLESS AT TIMES, BUT SHE WAS WILLING TO LEARN! YOU WERE JUST SO ABSORBED IN YOURSELF! EVEN IF YOU GENIFY ME, I WILL NEVER BELONG TO THE LIKES OF YOU!!!"

Lightning just takes Spitfire's bitter words at a stride. After all, she still had the upper hoof over Spitfire. As the Wonderbolt captain flies ever closer to Lightning, she prepares to seal the deal and conjures another vessel similar to the ones that have captured Fleetfoot and Soarin.

Lightning smugly smirks and narrows her eyes, daring Spitfire to approach "That's right... Come at me, ‘captain, give me everything your years of training and experience has got for me~"

Spitfire darted around as best as she could, all this anger in losing her allies to Lightning Dust of all ponies. It was just another reminder of her failures as captain. "GIVE THEM BACK!" She surprisingly continued to pick up speed, now creating her own kind of trail similar to Lightning Dust's or Rainbow Dash's. Though hers, much like her namesake was like fire, complete with sparks surrounding the trail.

"YOU WANT TO SEE WHAT I'M CAPABLE OF!? FINE! THIS IS FOR THE PRIDE OF THE WONDERBOLTS!!" Her flames added to the storm, making it into a fire tornado. "THIS IS SOMETHING THE REST OF THE TEAM HASN'T SEEN BEFORE! I CALL IT MY FLARE BLITZ!" The temperature increased as she rushed in for Lightning. If this was going to be her last stand, she wanted to make it count. The fireball that was Spitfire rushed in, right towards Lightning Dust. She'd be able to see the white hot intense look in her eyes. “(Soarin....Fleetfoot, I'm sorry I wasn't a better captain…)”

"Oooooo, a fastball! I love a good game of Baseball! Batter's up!" Lightning poofs for herself a baseball uniform, helmet, and a baseball bat. Bending herself into a batter's position as Spitfire headed towards her.

Spitfire roared one last time "THIS ISN'T A GAME YOU ARROGANT LITTLE… AAAAAGH!!!"

With just the right timing, Lightning Dust SMASHES Spitfire on the side of her body, not just injuring her wing but sending her hurling through the tornado.

Spitfire howled in pain as Lightning smashed her wing. That had been her strongest flying trick, one she had developed through all of her life’s hardwork, and it was just swatted away as if it were nothing. Lightning not only smashed her body, but her spirit as well.

"I'd say that's a home run~" She deviously laughs before flying towards the bottom of the tornado, she makes all her baseball attire disappear as she gets back into business

"Now it's time for one last ride as the Wonderbolt captain, you're going down WITH the tornado~" She places the bottle right at the tip of the tail end of the tornado, the bottle beginning to suck in the entire tornado with Spitfire still being spun around. The closer Spitfire gets to the vessel, the more her body stretches and spirals on the inside edges of the ever shrinking tornado.

As she hurtled back towards a vessel, Spitfire tried desperately to stop her momentum, flap her wings. But that smash effectively made her right wing useless. It drooped downward instead of moving." GAAAAAAAAHHH!! NO!!" Now with no way to fly out of this, she was caught within the storm she had helped create. Feeling herself swirl around and around. The fire being quite the spectacle as it spiraled down. "Stop this… PLEASE!" Spitfire pleaded, her previous confidence was gone, she didn't know what to do but hope for some kind of mercy.

As the bottle sucked in all the flames and Spitfire with it, her body began to stretch, spiraling down. "No, no, NO!! Lightning Dust, stop this!!"

Neither Luna or Tempest were fans of this method. While they were still going to let Lightning genify Spitfire, this wouldn't stand. Despite everything, Luna still cared for her subjects even if many were currently on the opposite side. "That is enough, Lightning Dust! We may not see eye to eye yet, but we are not here to break them!!"

"Hey, relax Princess. The bottle will heal her up both mentally and physically. She'll only be hurting for the remaining time she's still a mortal... but maybe that's exactly why I should slow things down a little~" Somehow Lightning makes the large fire storm slow its spin making it take longer and longer for Spitfire to be drawn into the vessel. Spitfire can feel her entire body lengthening, a spirialing smoky tail of the same blue color of Spitfire’s flight suit that used to be her hindlegs nearing the spout of the vessel. "Now your descent's much more relaxed!. So, 'Captain'... any last words before your ascension to immortality?~"

Tempest groaned "Seems she's one of the sadistic types. I can sort of understand where she's coming from. It's very cathartic to pull one over on your enemies… still this isn't like the Storm King. We may have to take her to Starlight once she's done." Luna nodded in agreement.

Spitfire tried her hardest to resist the pull of the bottle but there was no getting out of this. Her pony tail was already being fully sucked in. She tried to wiggle her hind hooves in an attempt to pull them back but she had briefly forgot she didn’t even have hindlegs anymore. She looked up at the taunting Lightning Dust in a mix of anger and sadness. She didn't have the energy to fight back anymore. This was it, she had failed, and now it was going to be dragged out. Some tears fell from her face.

"I failed everypony… Soarin, Fleetfoot, and you too… Lightning… You… you could have been a great wonderbolt… had you applied yourself… you reminded me a lot of myself back in those training days. Setting academy records, trying to be the best, but you know what your problem was? You threw it all away. You were, and still are too full of yourself." She spat, knowing full well that her mind was going to change about the genies soon enough, she'd seen it already with the other guard ponies who had transformed. But she wanted to get these last thoughts out.

"You're no better than every other villain. Sure you've beaten me, this is what you wanted to hear, right? You won, Lightning Dust. I couldn't outfly you, and you saw right through our plan from the start. But you wanna know something? No matter what happens, no matter how powerful you are as a genie, and even if I end up following your orders..." Her new genie tail approached closer and closer to the bottle. "You will NEVER be as good as Rainbow Dash." She gave a laugh right as what used to be her hind hooves connected to the bottle. Her laugh quickly shifted to a moan, much like everypony else who'd been transformed. The pain she felt earlier was now replaced with a pleasurable tingle. "Oooooooh~"

"Hmmph, we'll see about that... I'll pay a visit to Rainbow Dash one of these days. And I plan to be there when she inevitably finds herself slipping into a vessel. Preferably by my own hooves, the day she submits to me shall be priceless~. For now, just get all that joy and pleasure out of the way before I seal you up myself..." Lightning says as she levitates up the bottle's topper, waiting for her chance to slam it right on top of the bottle so she could say she literally brought Spitfire under her hoof, even if not so much metaphorically.

Spitfire's slow spiraling descent continues as the fire tornado and herself shrink in length, her hips now entering the vessel's spout as the tingling gets ever more intense.

"Aaaah?" Most of what Lightning said didn't even register with Spitfire. The injury on her wing looked like it was already healing thanks to the magic surging through her. "Maybe....this won't be soooooo bad. It may be the end of the wonderbolts… but I guess in the back of my mind...I already ooooooh knew it… Mmmmm.. .while we were flying.... internally, I wished I could go faster… wished I had the magic to win… I guess I'll have that sooooooon enough...." More of her is sucked into the bottle, now up to her chest. Her eyes had a similar look to Soarin's as he was eating the pies, she looked lost in the sensations. "I almost… don't want this to end...."

"Hehe, nah. This isn't the end of the Wonderbolts, we'll need to tempt Rainbow Dash with the name being the same sooner or later. The only consequence for you is your demotion, for I'll be taking over as captain. However, I'll be gracious enough to make you my second-in-command as my lieutenant. You'll be demoted in rank, but I'm pretty sure everything else for you will feel like a promotion~" Lightning Dust smirked and chuckled

"D-Demotion....? I...." Part of Spitfire wanted to retort, to keep her claim from earlier that Lightning wasn't fit to be in the wonderbolts. However given that she single handedly beat their best fliers without even trying, and all of the feelings currently coursing through her body, she couldn't help but agree. "I... I guess my time as captain was coming to an… mmmm… end sooner or later… just… do the bolts proud..."

She'd been sucked up to her head. That last squeeze pushed her over the top, letting out a final moan before an audible SCHOOOMP! pulled the rest of her and the flame tornado in with her. With that, it was done, all 3 of some of the best wonderbolts had all succumbed to vessels.

Luna and Tempest made their way over to Lightning Dust now that the storm had cleared. Tempest spoke up first. "So, how did it feel to genify the wonderbolts? Feeling more satisfied with the genie powers? I think we should discuss what we're planning next. Just to get you up to speed." Luna didn't say anything just yet, but she had a more stern look on her face.

Lightning dons a satisfied grin "Bottling those three was so cathartic, I'll never forget it for the rest o- or rather for all-time given the immortality. And sure, give me the gist of what's next.

Can't promise I'll help with everything though, as if it's not anything that'll bring me closer to getting revenge on Rainbow Dash, I'm not sure it'll keep my interest long enough. Given you genies haven't done something like, wish from each other that all of Equestria was genified. It seems whoever the higher-ups of this genie thing don't want this to be a speedy process.

So I'm obviously too fast for your leader's wishes. Unless it has anything to do with Rainbow Dash. I may just chill while I settle down at my new home at the Wonderbolts HQ!

Though say, when can we let them out? I'm eager to see their genie forms~"

"We thank you for the assistance, that much is certain. However, please keep in mind that we do not have to physically harm them if we don't need to, we don't want to perpetuate the idea that we're monsters." Luna said in a serious manner. Of course this is in spite of the fact that she had her own sorts of fun while genifying the guards..

"Ponies need to see that what we offer is a new and better way of life. Granted, this will most likely be the last of any major resistance outside of the elements… and do what you wish but keep in mind we're spreading geniequality, you may lead the wonderbolts since you bested their captain. But do not fancy yourself as a better to any genie, is that clear?.

And in regards to Rainbow Dash, we will most certainly need to call upon you once again. Given your eagerness, we'll be sure to let you know of our plan for her when the time comes. But until then, even if you see her, she's not to be genified until the time is right." With the more serious conversation now out of the way, Luna nods at Lightning's request.

"I'm curious too, those flight suits must have played a factor in their genie attire." Tempest smirked. "With the guard and the wonderbolts on our side, the rest of Equestria will soon be seeing things our way. Please let our new allies out, Lightning"

"Yeah, yeah, yeah... I only hurt Spitfire because her move was just asking for a baseball punchline… And Spitfire was trying to burn me!... I mean sure, I'm a genie now, so I would be fine no matter what happened, but she still tried to hurt me first. It was a fair shot of self-defense."

She rolls her eyes a bit on the talk of not being any better then anypony but perks up when she mentions they'll bring her in when it's time to genify Rainbow Dash "Gotcha" She's a little disappointed that they don't want to genify her all that soon yet, but she smirks thinking of some ways to potentially mess with Rainbow Dash until that day comes. She can't genify her yet, but there are certainly ways she could potentially troll her in the meantime at the very least.

For now, she's now set on releasing the Wonderbolts. Though she decides to graciously hoof over Fleetfoot's bottle to Luna, and Soarin's bottle to Tempest. "Here, we'll open the three of them together. A different sort of victory champagne,~"

Lightning lifts Spitfire's vessel with magic and begins a short countdown "Ready on... 3, 2, 1, GO!"

Luna doesn't quite buy Lightning's self defense explanation, but she sighs. "What's done is done." (We may still need to keep her in check though, something tells me she'll need another talk down the line…)

Tempest pats Lightning on the shoulder, seeing her disappointment in not going after Rainbow immediately. "Don't worry, it'll happen soon enough. She's just part of a little game at the moment and we can't ruin it. Besides, there's still plenty of others to genify, plus I think you'll be busy in the meantime too. Right, 'Captain Lightning'?"

Lightning already liked the sound of what Tempest mentioned. 'Captain Lightning' A nice ring to it after all that's happened today, immediately dispelling most of her disappointment with not going after Rainbow Dash just yet. "You betcha~"

The two genies gladly take their respective bottles and open them

From Fleetfoot's vessel comes a cyan column of smoke with white sparks, from Soarin's vessel comes the same but in light blue and darker blue sparks that soon form up in the front half of the two ponies. Although much like all the stallions thus far, Soarin was now a mare. Both of them had the same color of veil and leggings as Spitfire did.

A mix of red, orange, and yellow Sparks fly from Spitfire's, embers spew out as well. Like a phoenix rising from the ashes, Spitfire spirals out in a ball of flame. The tornado clearly still has some effect on her. She opens her forehoovess wide, dissipating the fire around her and the trio of genies can see that her flight suit is now gone, replaced by blue veils. She floats down to them, looking at her new attire, feeling the power welling up in her. "I can see why you were so adamant on wanting to share this power now..."

"Ooooooooh wow~. Had I known it'd feel that good... I might have dived right into a vessel myself..." Fleetfoot commented

"I feel... different... but at the same time... so much better~..." The mare-i-fied Soarin smiles gently with lidded eyes, and does a flip trick while tailed to her vessel.

Spitfire marvels at the sight of her teammates turned genies. "Almost makes us feel silly for fighting so hard. And I've gotta say..." She flies over to Soarin "The transformation really did wonders on you~" She smirked "You're lucky those pies didn't go to your thighs! Or maybe they did, we all don't have them showing right now!" She laughed, feeling a sense of relief for the first time since before the Storm King's invasion announcement. "You're like a whole new pony!"

Luna chimed in, happy to see them quickly adjusting and accepting their new roles. "Now you all understand what we've been trying to do! But as with all the ponies who've been changed like Soarin, with that new form, a new name is in order."

The mention of a new name makes Spitfire recall the conversation they had about giving Soarin a new nickname anyway. She floats over to Fleetfoot and whispers. "So do we make her new nickname her permanent name or should we be nice?"

Fleetfoot whispers back "How about we bake our cake and eat it too, We'll give her an actual cool name to keep permanently. But that won't stop us from using 'Backfire' when we're back at HQ~"

"Heh, sounds good to me!" She looks back at Soarin "We've got the perfect name in mind! One that we're sure she'll like!" Spitfire smirks at the mare, perhaps making her sweat just a little that they'd call her 'Backfire' outside of the wonderbolts. "She will no longer be Soarin, but now, Glide!"

The mare that was once Soarin reacts with a bit of a surprise, and some relief that they didn't try to make a nickname her new name. Glide smiles and accepts her name "I love it! Can't wait to show the new me to the rest of the bolts and our trainees..." The subject of the other members of the Wonderbolt organization just manages to dawn on them.

Fleetfoot turns to their new captain. "Captain Lightning, with your request. We'd like to spread this pleasure amongst the rest of our fellow bolts and staff once every pony's back at HQ."

Glide nodded "Most of the Wonderbolts were put in charge of protecting the refugees that are currently in Fillydelphia which is why it was only us three for battling with the Storm King's invasion force. Now that it seems the Storm King is gone... and our rather swift defeat to Lightning Dust and the rest of the genies. Thankfully, our vessels proved to be a peace plan that'll make it so it's safe to bring everypony back home. Including all the other Bolts at HQ"

"...And then Genify them of course~" Fleetfoot deviously laughed a little.

Lightning listens to the Wonderbolts now under her in rank, and just smirks and nods "Of course we can do that~. That'll be fun... though Princess Luna... You may want to send a royal message to Fillydelphia that Cloudsdale is 'safe' to return to now.~"

Spitfire smiled at the approval of Glide's new name. Though when she heard Fleetfoot call Lightning Dust, Captain, she flinched. While she had admitted that she knew her run as captain was coming to an end, deep down it still stung. Something that would be quite noticeable by the change in reaction. She tried to shake it off after the mention of bringing everypony back home from Fillydelphia. Falling in line as the 'rookie' once more.

Tempest chimed in at the mention of the storm king "While we know that you wouldn't have listened before, the Storm King has indeed been taken care of. He will not be seeing Geniequestria or share in the power we genies have." There was a smug sense of satisfaction on her face. It had been just yesterday, and she still revels in remembering seeing his final moments before being turned to stone.

Luna nods at Lightning. "Already being taken care of." She writes down on some parchment and teleports it away. "The ponies there will be under the impression that everything will be back to normal. Let's at least get them home safely before having our fun? We don't want anypony to slink away now."

Suddenly, two teleports come near Princess Luna. It's Gleaming Shield and Bayonet. The latter salutes the princess and reports the status on the ground "Every royal guard is accounted for and/or bottled, your highness. We can begin to escort them back to Canterlot!"

Gleaming looks at the newly genified wonderbolts. "Seems we missed quite a bit! Sorry we're late, but we wanted to have some fun with our guardmates."

"You mean by going around with some kind of act?" Tempest teases. "You were having so much fun earlier, I had to play my part. Looks like it went better than expected!"

Princess Luna smiles at the group. "Excellent, we shall all return as heroes! With the guard and now the most decorated active wonderbolts on our side, Geniequestria is stronger than ever!" She lets out a laugh. "I'll notify Starlight immediately as well, she'll want to hear this. But good work everypony!"

Lightning notices the mention of Starlight "So this Starlight's is who the head honcho of this whole thing? I'll be sure to see her at some point. Gotta thank her for giving me the opportunity I've been waiting for~"

It was then that the groups started to split for separate ways. The Wonderbolts along with their new captain Lightning Dust head to help the remaining members of the Wonderbolts, their staff, and all the refugees back to Cloudsdale.

While Luna, Tempest, Gleaming Shield, Bayonet, and all the genies of the Royal Guard prepared to get back to Canterlot.

The Battl- or perhaps… Bottling of Cloudsdale was a success. Trixie's hijacking of a concert in Manehattan had secured that city as well, Princess Celestia along with Cadence and Inkwell have begun a more long-term plan for Canterlot, and of course Starlight has landed a pretty critical blow to the Elements of Harmony with the genification of Fluttershy in Ponyville. The four pronged expansion of Geniequestria had gone pretty much all according to plan, but there was still much work to be done to achieve the ultimate goal of Geniequality for all....

SIDE STORIES

FOLLOW LIGHTNING AND THE WONDERBOLTS BACK TO WONDERBOLT HQ

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