Amity is more than happy to stay like this as long as her Empress desires, her body so heavy and contented with all the proof of devotion Segment pumped into her, making the Unicorn feel like a mother in her third trimester and giddy with all the affection she's receiving.
The Empress spends several long whiles that stretch in a sequence of time that loses its meaning. For her there is only herself - purring, sated and aglow - cocooning herself around her pet whose black shining latex head is the sole part not glued to the imperial changeling's thorax via all of that staining semen which the imperial ruler enjoys the feeling of squishing between their bodies, this most secreted of spaces that fades in illumination so as to soften the silvery glows around them turning the blanket of mist to a tint of warmth in the colors of Luna's stars twinkling in the night, and underneath all that the latex puppy pet of the Imperial Court of Nostria. Her purrs slowly echo in the vast emptiness, mirroring how her pet brought fulfillment to the empress as the purrs subsume the previous quietude...
Benevolence decides to have the ball 'land' and balance atop the exposed horn.
Again there is a crisp
chirp from the hiding nymph who now uncovers herself with a dramatic flourish of herself complete with tiny fireworks around herself, a swish of the Water Art that becomes a fountain of geysers exploding into ice statues, all of it scaled for one nymph to make a grand entrance, after which she adopts a heroic pose of a forehoof poised for a boop, a hind hoof doing...something and a tail tuft sweeping behind her bravely, all three inches of it!
During the tour he carefully asks his guide, "Do... Do the Imperial guard often have to fight monsters like the one I saw, or are things normally more peaceful? I read a sign up in the mountains that mentioned an Empress Segment, is she your boss?"
The first order of business is a short walk through the hamlet-like city heading for the center until the pair reach a small booth that seems to be carved from a large shrubbery at least ten ponies high and six wide. There is a small opening where a few grey colored
hounds of humanoid, heavily stooped build are working inside wearing distinctive aprons along with other gear that identifies them as cooks of some manner. In short order Rivet finds himself not only with a large satchel set that is easily carried on his equine back but it is also swiftly prepared and as far as Rivet saw, it looked like a particular large bread wrapped in paper, full of delicious things that his nose identified as very edible.
Rivet's guide takes his own and stashes it away before beginning a general tour that identified the most common landmarks, among which include the Golden Oaks Library, The Jade Dragon - which is a combined business that covers a potion shop, a refined eatery, a smithy, an affordable inn, a warehouse and an enchantment shop - a few curio shops, a gingerbread house, a distant farm Long Shot comments is a home to a family that no sane mind goes to, and a few neighborhoods that Long Shot introduces Rivet to: none are exemplar but they look nice, have a varied population and are relaxing to stroll to.
It is when Rivet suddenly pops up the line that Long Shot turns slowly to look at Rivet, having stilled to a statue, flowing into a closed stance like a small tide of water in one fluid motion.
"Rivet..." Long Shot begins in a far more quiet voice that is just enough to be a murmur under the general din of the daily life around the pair. "You are not from this slice of the world. There is not a single community that The Empress would not be known in..." Long Shot takes a breath then and swallows, narrowing his eyes slightly. "So I'm asking this now. Do you intend to cause trouble?"
Rivet's senses are sharp enough to pick up a small concern in Long Shot's tone; it is hidden well under a mask of serious business but the worry is there nonetheless.
The mommies are all happy for every cuddling and booping nymph they get. Chroma snuggles them all to the best of her abilities, but the nymphs seem to outnumber her greatly, so she also cuddles them magically. The mommies also gladly provide drinks when needed.
The mommies need not worry: the nymphs proe their goal soon enough, which is by no small coincidence the same as N'm's tends to be: cuddling Mommy. This means seven nymphs on average curling around every mommy, one or two sipping from her breasts while the rest idly chirp and hug her face, each squeaking occasionally just out of plain happiness to have her close. There are a few nymph kisses involved in the process as well as a few boops but oftentimes a snouthugging nymph is the ultimate result.
When she notices the silvery glow, she sees this as further encouragement to keep going, sucking and licking his member, particularly focusing on its sensitive head.
The flame mare giggles when she sees the heart on his horn form, wondering if a changeling could simply eat it.
The three gents rumble contently before squeezing on their targets, somehow also all adding to her rump squeeze to to confirm that yes, her magnificent flanks are one of the most beautiful mountains he can think of.
The shadow mare in all but entombed in returned nuzzles as the darkness becomes a singularity; the purrs echo around it telling clearly what is happening within it.
The necromancer himself growls ferociously contently with all three throats that reach out their tongues to lather up all of the delicious mare's details, especially the one inside her folds, alloing the silvery drop to be followed by three larger ones still as the friend down below throbs heavily in a growing rhythm.
