The Seed of War


                                            >Rainbow Dash never saw the boulder coming.

                                            >She’d been out running recon for five minutes at most.

                                            >And that was all it took for the situation to go to shit by the time she got back.

                                            >She was still twenty feet up when it hit her square in the back.

                                            >The rock shattered her replacement wing, tearing it off at the base for the second time this year.

                                            >Commander Dash hit the ground face first.

                                            >She’d had harder landings, but this was a bad one.

                                            >Dazed, Rainbow rolled over and spit out a tooth.

                                            >Right now she needed to ignore the pain and find her squad.

                                            >Find out what happened.

                                            >Her eyes were slow to follow their orders.

                                            >Everything was slow.

                                            >Fuzzy.

                                            ‘Concussion, has to be.’

                                            >Rainbow Dash propped herself up on an elbow, and braced herself to rise.

                                            >She was cut off abruptly when the world shifted rapidly as something impacted her muzzle.

                                            ‘Pink.’

                                            ‘Hoof.’

                                            >Dash only recognized it had been a hoof that struck her a few seconds afterwards.

                                            ‘Concussion must be worse than I thought.’

                                            >Before Rainbow could rise again, the pink thing that hit her pinned her down to the ground.

                                            ‘That helmet…’

                                            >Another blow came.

                                            >Another tooth came loose and the light faded away for a moment.

                                            ‘This mare is strong.’


                                            >A fresh surge of adrenaline shot through Rainbow Dash.

                                            >She hated seeing ponies in that sun forsaken helmet.

                                            >Especially on ponies in her own uniform.

                                            >It help clear her mind a little, but it was too little too late.

                                            >The uniform and the helmet covered most of the mare, but there was no mistaking it.

                                            >Pinkamena had been converted.

                                            > Which meant Maud was either converted or…

                                            >Or…

                                            >Popped.

                                            >She’d seen too many good soldiers go out like that.

                                            >Dash had thought it sounded ridiculous when she first heard the reports.

                                            >It wasn’t until she saw it in person that she realized how terrifying it really was.

                                            >Once a convert got in you, it was over.

                                            >They just keep going, even in the face of mortal wounds.

                                            >You had five to ten seconds to get them off a pony.

                                            >After that, the cum started flowing and there was no going back.

                                            >Even if you got them free, all you did was trade a fast death for a slow one.

                                            >That cum was as unholy as it was unnatural.

                                            >A single drop was enough to impregnate a pony with any number of belly-rending shadow spawn.

                                            >Most ‘survivors’ got a lot more than a single drop.

                                            >Rainbow’s eyes locked on the helmet.

                                            >Pinkamena might still be savable.

                                            >Dash hadn’t been gone that long.

                                            >Five minutes, max.

                                            >If she got the helmet off, Pinkamena could still revert.

                                            >If she didn’t, Rainbow was almost certainly going to get splattered.

                                            ‘Big if.’


                                            >Rainbow Dash threw a left hoof at the mare pinning her to the ground.

                                            >It was slow.

                                            >Weak.

                                            >It didn’t even land where she was aiming.

                                            >Her blue hoof fruitlessly slid over the top of Pinkamena’s right shoulder.

                                            >Pinkamena replied with a steel head-butt.

                                            >Rainbow’s eyes unfocused.

                                            ‘Not good. Out of gas.’

                                            >Above her, Pinkamena assumed a position Rainbow Dash had seen all too often on the battlefield.

                                            >Pink hooves pinned her shoulders, and the body of the mare doing it nested between her thighs.

                                            ‘No way in Tartarus I’m going to go out like this.’

                                            >Rainbow gritted her teeth and tried again.

                                            >Her hoof only rose a few meagre inches off the ground before it refused to go further.

                                            ‘Fuck.’

                                            >The eye slits in the helmet pulsed, and rainbow felt something long, thick, and meaty thump onto her lower belly.

                                            ’No… Not like this…’

                                            >Pinkamena wordlessly slid the cock down her abdomen until the tip rounded her pubic mound.

                                            “Nngh- Snap out of it, bitch!”

                                            >Pinkamena continued unabated.

                                            >Her huge and unnatural cock finally aligned with its target and the brainwashed mare delivered a single deep thrust.

                                            >Even in her addled state, Rainbow Dash felt every inch of the massive rod batter its way inside.

                                            >It was easily twice as thick as any stallion she’d ever laid.

                                            >And it just kept pushing deeper inside her.

                                            >She felt the monstrous cock bottom out inside her, but it just kept pushing.

                                            “Nnghuh”


                                            >Rainbow’s hind legs kicked reflexively behind Pinkamena.

                                            >After another few seconds of unbearable pressure a new pain spiked through her.

                                            >The beastly cock jerked forward another inch and it’s pressing onslaught came to a halt, firmly anchored in her womb.

                                            ‘It’s in my… No. NO!’

                                            >Rainbow felt a new pulse deep inside her as the flat head of Pinkamena’s cock flared out.

                                            >It was time.

                                            >Dash panicked.

                                            >This couldn’t be how it ended.

                                            >Rainbow Dash suddenly felt something hot flood her core.

                                            ’NO NO NO NONONONO’

                                            >The mare on top of her was motionless.

                                            >The torrent of unholy seed inside her was not.

                                            >Already, Rainbow’s pubic mound was swelling.

                                            >She felt her jumpsuit pressing against it.

                                            >The pegasus had seen it happen dozens of times over the course of the war.

                                            >It hadn’t prepared her to feel it.

                                            >The swell of her flooding womb rose higher on her belly, lifting her navel and spreading the tightness of her jumpsuit to her whole barrel.

                                            >And it just kept coming.

                                            >A tear welled up before rolling down Rainbow’s cheek.

                                            >The longest she’d ever seen a popped mare last had to have been no more than thirty seconds.


                                            >As her middle ballooned, her jumpsuit started to strain.

                                            >It had no give, and Rainbow was finding it harder and harder to breathe.

                                            >It was tough, but it was still just cloth.

                                            >Two or three stitches popped, and numerous seams suddenly split up and down her rounded stomach.

                                            >Her cyan fur spilled through the gaps of the torn dome.

                                            ’Is that… me?’

                                            >A sickening, squelched gurgle rose out of her thinning womb as if to answer her.

                                            >There was nothing the commando mare could do but swell like a condom.

                                            >The rips in her uniform grew in width and length as she bloated with Pinkamena’s fell cum.

                                            >Rainbow dash could only barely see the emotionless face of Pinkamea’s helmet over her unfathomably stressed womb.

                                            >The squelching gurgle inside her continued.

                                            >She knew it was going to be the last thing she saw.

                                            >That drew out the tiny  bit of rage and defiance Rainbow Dash had left.

                                            “Nngh- just finish it, you bitch! I’m a fucking cum bubble! How can you not- URKGN!”

                                            >Rainbow Dash was cut off by an abrupt pain that danced all the way across her distorted belly.

                                            ‘Finally.’

                                            >Dash felt like she was shattering.

                                            >Hot lines burned all over her over-taut skin as her swollen self tried to stretch further than was possible.

                                            >She felt her belly button flip under the strain of it all.

                                            >The ocean of cum inside her wanted to be freed and it wanted it now.

                                            >Rainbow Dash’s eyes rolled back and she released a gasped breath as the final surge of skittering pain jolted through her paper thin hide.

                                            >Her overburdened womb burst apart into a sickening splatter of steaming cum.

                                            >The puppet-that-was-Pinkamena stood up without a word to find another womb waiting on the front.


                                            —

                                            >”A report came in from the northern line, your Highness.”

                                            >”Good news, I trust, Lieutenant.”

                                            >The guard shuffled slightly.

                                            >”Mixed, more like. There was a significant offensive that was repulsed. About five hundred Converted. We managed to destroy or capture three hundred and twenty three helmets before they withdrew.”

                                            >”That doesn’t sound ‘mixed’ to me Lieutenant. I take it there were casualties.”

                                            >”Significant. Before the wave hit their scouting parties managed to convert one of our commando units. She burst her squad-mate and commander then proceeded to spearhead the attack.”

                                            >”I’m not hearing a number.”

                                            >”One hundred seventy-nine. The converted commando was responsible for almost a third of that before she was brought down.”

                                            >Celestia sighed and looked at the map below her.

                                            >Three hundred of the northern defenders were slated to assist the next southern offensive.

                                            >Now they couldn’t be easily spared.

                                            >The Princess of the Sun removed several figurines from the map before moving two from the northern to the southern front.

                                            >”We’re too far into this to back out, Lieutenant. Notify Field Marshal Armor that we-“

                                            >A battered bat pony in dark blue armor half ran half flew into the command tent before crashing into the chairs around the table.

                                            >Even as exhausted and injured as she appeared, she still shouted her message even as she arrived.

                                            >”CELESTIA! THE SOUTH! COUNTER OFFENSE TOOK THE CAMP! The honor guard was… and LUNA! Celestia… She…She…

                                            >The new mare paused to sob and started to break down.

                                            >”She what? Tell me what happened to Luna.”

                                            >”Oh by the Moon, she went everywhere.”