Trapped in Equestria 3.0 {The REAL Rp}

[Meds]

The taint lingers thick, in layers and layers of it, each speck a whole font of raw power with impossible levels o force borne within it. Every bit of magic they answer to in hordes of its opposite element blended with raw black holes into which specs of void drip and something vile infests every bit of the arising mess – but it is still not enough, not at the face of three talented succubae combining their talents. It is a messy defeat for an otherworldly element that should be impossible to rid of no matter who sets to the task – yet it falls exactly as it should not, one shredded piece at a time and each one of which finds itself driven into the burning light where their end comes with a finality.


Progress is slow but as undeniable as gravity. It becomes even more evident when the greenery of plants overtakes the forcibly emptied space, of which the most obvious mark is a few flowers starting to blossom upon the surface level. Each one marks a territory claimed from the Taint, and declares inevitable victory in spite of the rising power something feeds to the vile corruption still lingering,

 

[Torzar]

Empusa continues firing at the taint from the protection of the magic created by her lovely pupcubus.
She tries to force the taint out of the ground, hoping to force it into the barrier where it will be cleansed and any leftovers destroyed by the inquisition.
Her attacks are vicious and powerful, fuelled by the plants created by her beautiful floral succubus.
She somewhat hopes that their enemies will be quite demoralized after seeing this taint being purged, so their fight won't be too hard, but she doubts that the lady of this mansion will give up too easily.

 

[JDeko]

Amity continues to push Metal Magic chaff into the ground around the Elemental's Magic in order to buff its progress and debuff the surrounding Taint. Though pleased by the progress, the Puppy Succubus does not relent or lessen her focus, knowing that the most dangerous times are those when you only think you are safe.

 

[TresdeLeche]

<cut to Melentha>
Melentha paid attention to the plants before she made any further moves. The flora flourished and covered the once barren soil with their influence. Countless colors took over for the flat hued earth. Verdant greens along with countless over hues gleamed with life. The petals of the bloomed flora have already began to glisten with nectar to be collected by any onlooker insect.

The floral succubus sniffs the air, her mouth curling into a relaxed smile. The flora released their fragrances into the air. Dark and light notes intermingled within the air. The contrasting scents never over powered each other, seeming to find a perfect balance. The aroma wafted until there wasn't anywhere to avoid its scent.

 

[Meds]

The Manor falls.

It is a contest of three wills against one. The Inquisition bars the latter from cheating and with the work done the three minds face a foe whose focus is too splintered over too many things. In small quakes the fine marble walls crumble to ground level where withered greeneries lie stilled, followed soon after by the building's own debauched architecture.

In the ruined finery of what used to be several floors but is now rubble around the few bottom floors not collapsed there stands the lady of the manor: a grey-yellow hag of short stature, oversized eyes and a mane rotten to black-green mucus. Her grimace tells of her total fatigue and a full loss of sanity now that her whole armory has been denied her, leaving naught but a wasted wretch left to be judged.

 

[Torzar]

The flaming succubus smiles at this result, though she is exhausted herself from the strain of the spell. She did not hold anything back, as that would have given their enemies a possibly crucial opening to strike back.

She carefully eyes the yellow hag, whom she presumes to be Lady Ruby Dream, and tries to estimate if she is just acting her weakness to fool them into thinking that they have the upper hand.

"Be careful, everyone, she might still have an ace up her sleeves." she tells her allies before she starts approaching the wasted mare with caution.

 

[JDeko]

Amity passes her awareness through her cloud of chaff, using it to map out any movement within the area around her. Having never used her remote weaponry in this form Amity decides to subvert that risk and use her Magic instead to monitor her surroundings and detect any sort of attacks or advances towards her or her two Mistresses.

 

[TresdeLeche]

<cut to Melantha>
When the floral demoness saw the lady of the manor, her body shuddered. The lady of the manor looked like sickness incarnate. The black-green mucus dripped onto her haggard form the more she moved. The floral demon cringed the longer her eyes observed the lady's condition. Any creature in the lady's condition were bound to act out of desperation.

Melantha glares at the infernal lady before the air around her fills with a new energy. A faint shade of green veils over the ruined room and some bits of the manor's gardens. Any taint that still remained after the demons' intervention were eradicated and replaced with a pristine green. A smattering of plant life manifested within the energy's membrane. The flora grew along side the surface in shapes of vines, leaves, and petals. Those inside of the veil, demon and inquisitor alike, felt reinvigorate. A new energy poured into their bodies, ridding them of the stress and fatigue that affected them earlier. Once the air has been decorated with the flora, the floral forms slowly vanish from view.

 

[Meds]

The wretch left standing in the tatters of what used to be a very lovely gala dress, one painted in deep maroon tints and decorated in gold with a matching set of jewelry, and a rotten circle in a short radius around her is all that remains. As the three demonic ladies watch the remaining power the former lady of the manor held evaporates from her; with the power leaves both her remaining vigour, her vim, her charisma and even her defiant glare withers similar to how a small flower does under in heavy drought. Her eyes turn a dim grey before closing to blink once. The Inquisitorial forces draw in slowly surrounded by blessed wards thick enough to look almost solid enough to serve as force fields.

"Ma'am?" calls one of them and sounds like they are calling from across a vast distance rather than a few feet away. A glance confirms that the holy troops are closing in and using a circle formation to do so, and each one is carrying a large torch on their person as they go. "Permission to secure the lady and take her to questioning."

 

[ZinkShecoat]

<cut to *location unknown*>

Sitting, boots propped up on some crates, enjoying a nice relaxing breeze and the soft rays of the sun. A peculiar hound tosses stones idly across a nearby lake, making sure they are particularly flat ones, so they skip across the water almost like little gliders. She flicks her wrist so calm and casual that it's almost like second nature, like she'd been doing the same action for nearly three months with next to no other signs of movement from her position of reclining enjoyment.

With a long yawn, arms stretching out and around to work out any growing stiff sensations, the green hound pops up to stand. Tossing one last stone, she collects herself as a transport helicopter comes into the clearing by the lake, slowly descending and blowing the wind to press into the black skirt around the hound's waist. Slowly marching up and in, she twirls her paw in the air to signal for take off before shutting the hatch and grabbing a headset. "Enjoy your vacation, Boss?"

Jacknife dusts off a bit of her maid uniform and shrugs. "Meh. It was fun, but I need to be home. Gotta check in on stuff and get back to running things." The hound dug into a dufflebag under her seat, pulling out familiar 'Tiger Stripe' fatigues and webgear. She slowly began to change into her work clothes, removing the frilly maid headpiece, the white apron, her leather shoulder holster and finally the black dress itself. She set aside the kneeboot heels, peeling off the shear black stockings as well as the black lace lingerie.

The leader of the mercenary hounds began redress, pulling on a pair of black compression shorts to keep her 'wedding tackle' under control while working, following it up with a black sports bra to keep the twins from jostling around when she ran. Her fatigues were next, along with the black webgear that held her pouches for equipment, canteen, combat knife and hip holster. She pulled on a pair of black fingerless gloves, flexing her bare arms and looking at the muscles exposed by the rolled up sleeves of her uniform.

Knife finished by putting her hair up in a small ponytail, tying a black bandanna around her forehead, and matching black shemagh around her shoulders to function as a scarf/facemask when needed. The hound pulled on her combat boots, tucked her pants in, and tied them up. Finally, relaxing in the chopper, she took time to look over her current weapons. A customized .45 with silencer attached, and just in case she had a few extra magazines. The pilot's voice crackled in her earpiece. "We're home, Boss. Ready the welcoming committee?"

The green hound held up a paw and shook her head. She tossed the headset aside and opened the hatch, taking time to admire it. Arcadia, her home without borders, without an anchor... More than just a mobile home to a large militant faction, more than just a flying fortress meant for destruction... She smiled a little bit, adjusting the patch over her ichor eye slightly as a cover to wipe a tear out of her regular one. Jacknife sat for a few moments, puffing at an electronic cigar she'd acquired on her vacation aboard the marshmallow pony's ship.

After readying herself spiritually, mentally, and physically. Jacknife tucked the E-cigar away, cracked her knuckles, and slapped the ceiling of the chopper twice with her paw. The pilot nodded, gave a small salute and tilted the craft slightly. The female hound tucked into a ball for the first few meters, hurtling down toward the top deck of the ship, rolling as the wind rushed by. She untucked, now speeding downward like a giant green bullet aimed straight for the main gun battery. With a calm sigh, and a steady paw, the hound rolled backward, directing her head skyward before tugging the cord on her chute.

The small bundle of black fabric unfurled from it's confines, billowing out and catching on the wind, slowing Knife's descent as she used the pawholds to glide herself toward the comms tower, knowing if she made it around the array, and downward a bit, it would put her right above the captain's cabin. She hummed to herself, enjoying her last few moments in the air like this before coming in at an odd angle, half sliding and half dropping onto the cabin. Jacknife smashed the buckle to release the chute and rolled her shoulders a bit, relaxing the strain from the fly down. The hound kicked open the hatch, after accessing the biometric scan only her and a select few other's could bypass, and slipped inside, dropping into the middle of the medium-sized, open apartment-esqe area that was her's. The captain's cabin.

"Daddy's home~" As if to help punctuate her entrance, the hatch hissed to signal it's resealing, and the hound marched toward the large bed covered in various pelts to greet her family.

 

[Torzar]

The flaming succubus is very sure that the lady is stripped of her powers at this point and nods, telling the inquisitors "I don't sense any more magic from her, so she should be fine to secure her for questioning, but be careful regardless and keep your guards up."
She then turns around briefly and adds "If you wish to have any assistance from us, feel free to ask, but otherwise we will leave the lady in your hands."

Finally, she approaches the lady and stops a few feet away from her, continuing to closely monitor her with a very fierce look in her eyes, to strike her down if necessary.

 

[TresdeLeche]

<cut to Melentha>
Melentha let out a sigh of relief. It was when she could relax that she felt how much energy she used. Her body was weary, having enough energy left to keep her standing. It was hard to move about, but it was still possible for her. She was spent, but not enough for her limbs to buck under her weight.

Her eyes turned to her lovers to see how they were fairing. So far, her lovers weren't showing any signs of injury. All three demons kept their distance away from the lady of the manor, but something could still happen.

While the three demons recuperated, the floral succubus set up a mental link. Both Empusa and their pet felt a shadow in the back of their minds. The shadows gently knocked at their minds. The knocks didn't pressure her lovers to answer, wanting them to answer when they're ready.

 

[JDeko]

<cut to Melentha>
Melentha let out a sigh of relief. It was when she could relax that she felt how much energy she used. Her body was weary, having enough energy left to keep her standing. It was hard to move about, but it was still possible for her. She was spent, but not enough for her limbs to buck under her weight.

Her eyes turned to her lovers to see how they were fairing. So far, her lovers weren't showing any signs of injury. All three demons kept their distance away from the lady of the manor, but something could still happen.

While the three demons recuperated, the floral succubus set up a mental link. Both Empusa and their pet felt a shadow in the back of their minds. The shadows gently knocked at their minds. The knocks didn't pressure her lovers to answer, wanting them to answer when they're ready.

"I'm alright." The Puppcubus answers in a supportive tone. "I feel more exhausted mentally than physically or magically. All that focusing in this form, I feel like I just spent 5 days behind a sniper scope then took all the final exams." She sighs in her mind. "Small price to pay though."

 

[Meds]

The inquisitorial forces approach very slowly and all but entomb the wasted former lady of the manor behind a heavy number of wards that each join other wards from which forms an almost tangible sphere of holy energies that all are anchored not only into a group of casters but also linked into the torches the troopers are all carrying on their person. "We would appreciate you ridding any leftover demon energy, Ma'am," comes an answer from a familiar face that appears from the throng. "We'll try the guilty before the court like any other criminal, and process her just like any other criminal. I don't see her walking free or into a typical jail to be honest, this level of stuff is the kind that leads to world-class disasters. If you need anything let us know, and please tell us if your actions will cause events, nerves are frayed after that much power is thrown around."

 

[Torzar]

Empusa, seeing that the lady is being taken care of, investigates the remaining taint, in order to purge it with force and precision, using her elemental magic just like before. She does not have nearly as much energy left in herself to do it quite as agressively, but compared to before, this remaining taint is barely worth mentioning. She really only wishes to head over to her two demonic friends and snuggle them a little, but this business has to be settled now, before this taint may start spreading on its own.

Looking over to her two friends, she says "I'll settle the rest here, you two rest! You did really well! Our team attack worked like a charm thanks to you two!"

 

[Meds]

<cut to *location unknown*>
"Daddy's home~" As if to help punctuate her entrance, the hatch hissed to signal it's resealing, and the hound marched toward the large bed covered in various pelts to greet her family.

To punctuate the meaning of those two words the large mound upon which the pelts rest stirs slightly. From it comes first a rich feminine murmur that is both meaningful yet without articulated words. The tone is warm, although very sleepy. Right beside it comes a happy yapping as no less than seven light green pups of varied shade come each springing from the foot of the bed itself, each clad in naught but their own fur and scampering on all fours towards the arrival's boots up which they seek to scramble, all the while yapping and yipping with great excitement.

'Welcome back, dear~' rises a familiar whisper into the green hound's mind while its owner hides deep beneath the pelts. 'Won't you lie down and enjoy a moment with your family?'

 

[JDeko]

Empusa, seeing that the lady is being taken care of, investigates the remaining taint, in order to purge it with force and precision, using her elemental magic just like before. She does not have nearly as much energy left in herself to do it quite as agressively, but compared to before, this remaining taint is barely worth mentioning. She really only wishes to head over to her two demonic friends and snuggle them a little, but this business has to be settled now, before this taint may start spreading on its own.

Looking over to her two friends, she says "I'll settle the rest here, you two rest! You did really well! Our team attack worked like a charm thanks to you two!"

The puppy succubus blushes and thanks her Mistress for the praise, a swell of happiness building up inside her.

 

[TresdeLeche]

<cut to Melantha>
“We couldn't have done it without your directions love.”
Melantha smiles as she kisses the fiery succubus cheek. The floral succubus then walks to their puppy succubus to kiss their cheek.

The spaded end of the floral sucubus's tail scratches behind the puppy succubus's ears. The floral succubus makes sure to pay attention to the areas the puppy has trouble reaching. As Melantha continues scratching and playing with the puppy sucubus's ears, she suggests,
“Do you two want to resume what we did before the call? I am sure our puppy would love to get back to their walkies.”

 

[JDeko]

<cut to Melantha>
“We couldn't have done it without your directions love.”
Melantha smiles as she kisses the fiery succubus cheek. The floral succubus then walks to their puppy succubus to kiss their cheek.

The spaded end of the floral sucubus's tail scratches behind the puppy succubus's ears. The floral succubus makes sure to pay attention to the areas the puppy has trouble reaching. As Melantha continues scratching and playing with the puppy sucubus's ears, she suggests,
“Do you two want to resume what we did before the call? I am sure our puppy would love to get back to their walkies.”

The Puppy Succubus' ears perk up and her tail wags at the mention of walkies, her face growing hotter and hotter after the kiss and her now clearer mind realizing the canine excitement flooding into her currently. She's always enjoyed the idea of being treated like a Pet, but the visceral sensation of actually being one like this nearly takes her breath away.

 

[Torzar]

Now that the remaining taint has been squashed, the flaming succubus heads to her two beloved ones and gives both of them a kiss on their nose and starts petting her favourite puppy while she nuzzles the floral succubus, the scent of her flowers very enticing.
"Yes, I very much agree. We've been away from what was supposed to be our nice and relaxing walk in the park for way too long already." She agrees with the floral succubus, the numb feeling of exhaustion spreading though her body, "I think it would be especially nice to have those walkies now, since I do think we all tired ourselves out quite a bit."

She looks towards the pupcubus and asks, holding up a flaming leash: "Is our little puppy ready for walkies? I sure as hell am."

 

[JDeko]

Now that the remaining taint has been squashed, the flaming succubus heads to her two beloved ones and gives both of them a kiss on their nose and starts petting her favourite puppy while she nuzzles the floral succubus, the scent of her flowers very enticing.
"Yes, I very much agree. We've been away from what was supposed to be our nice and relaxing walk in the park for way too long already." She agrees with the floral succubus, the numb feeling of exhaustion spreading though her body, "I think it would be especially nice to have those walkies now, since I do think we all tired ourselves out quite a bit."

She looks towards the pupcubus and asks, holding up a flaming leash: "Is our little puppy ready for walkies? I sure as hell am."

The Puppy Succubus nods submissively to her Mistress.

 

[TresdeLeche]

<cut to Melantha>
“We can always relax after our puppy gets her walkies love. For now, let's not make our puppy wait.”
Melantha smiles, her nose glowing warm from the flame sucubus's fiery lips.

A gap opens near the three demons, showing a glimpse of the infernal park. A rush of fragrance flowed out the gap. Even with the fragrance's varied notes, it never overwhelmed the senses. The rest of the flora was still beaming with life, especially the verdant grass. The park was still teeming with infernal life enjoying the lush park.

Melantha stands beside the gap, allowing her lovers to step into the gap before her. The floral succubus didn't step in until both her lovers were inside the park.

 

[Torzar]

"You're right. Our puppy deserves her walkies." the falming sucfubus responds, nuzzling and subsequently kissing the floral succubus's neck.
She then puts the leash onto the pupcubus's neck, also giving her a kiss on her silly forehead, and then steps through the gap, gently pulling the leash to make their little puppy follow.
"Come, little puppy! If you behave well, you're going to get kissies and snuggles." the flaming succubus tells the puppy.

 

[JDeko]

"You're right. Our puppy deserves her walkies." the falming sucfubus responds, nuzzling and subsequently kissing the floral succubus's neck.
She then puts the leash onto the pupcubus's neck, also giving her a kiss on her silly forehead, and then steps through the gap, gently pulling the leash to make their little puppy follow.
"Come, little puppy! If you behave well, you're going to get kissies and snuggles." the flaming succubus tells the puppy.

Amity lets out a little giggle from the kiss on the forehead and follows along on her leash happily, heart racing over the thought of being walked around and shown off by her Mistresses for all to see.

 

[TresdeLeche]

Amity lets out a little giggle from the kiss on the forehead and follows along on her leash happily, heart racing over the thought of being walked around and shown off by her Mistresses for all to see.

<cut to Melantha>
“We also need to get you some water. I'm sure you're thirsty from all that fighting we did.”
The floral succubus announces to the happy Puppy succubus.

A pink aura surrounded the floral succubus's horn. In a couple of seconds, and amorphous blob of liquid formed in front of the puppy succubus's face. The sloshing liquid was wrapped around a think pink energy, acting as an adhesive to hold the floating water.

 

[JDeko]

<cut to Melantha>
“We also need to get you some water. I'm sure you're thirsty from all that fighting we did.”
The floral succubus announces to the happy Puppy succubus.

A pink aura surrounded the floral succubus's horn. In a couple of seconds, and amorphous blob of liquid formed in front of the puppy succubus's face. The sloshing liquid was wrapped around a think pink energy, acting as an adhesive to hold the floating water.

The Puppy Succubus affectionately nuzzles her floral Mistress in gratitude before lapping gently at the water blob, indeed parched after all the exertion of the day.

 

[V-RE]

The Void. Where light doesn’t dare to follow the dark. Where time is irrelevant. Not many beings reside in it, and yet, those that do are transient, and fickle. Such a being, formed into existence, breaching the darkness with piercing light, yet casting no shadows, even as it bobbed to and fro as a sprite-like creature. As it had done once before, it led a poor, unfortunate soul from it’s natural plane of existence.


Although, this one, was entranced, their body barely able to keep up, showing signs of exhaustion as it leaned upon a worn, simple oak staff, eyes glazed over, fixated on the Being as it continued to lead.


A tear formed, and the sprite all the happily bobbed through it, pulling it’s weary victim out of the Void, and into the cool breeze of air, the rustle of branches, the sway of grass in a warm summer breeze. Sunlight breached the canopy high above as the Sprite bobbed out of the rift, it’s “passenger” following mindlessly, and collapsing as soon as the rift shut behind them.


The Sprite bobbed around in a circle above the Gryphoness happily, believing it was able to breach the world scott-free. That was, until.The crunching of grass underfoot. The Sprite seemed to spin around, only to see an odd Diamond Dog stepping out from behind a tree, one paw on the tree’s trunk, the other hidden behind it’s back. Wearing a long-coat, short fedora, and staring down the sprite with a smirk and steely eyes. “Well well. I was wondering what was up!” He stated with a chuckle.


The Sprite, snapped out of its stupor at being caught, turned, and bolted away-before being stopped by another canine. However, on all fours, this one was taller, metallic, and yet more intimidating as it stared the Sprite down with a glare. The Sprite, for all it’s power… Turned, opened a tear, and booked it right inside.


The ‘Dog, dashed over to the Gryphoness, and brought his arm up, a spectral gauntlet forming in a near instant, and the sound of a camera shutter going off rapid fire as the tear closed. With a shake of his head, he looked to his partner as he trotted over, leaning down to sniff at the unconscious Griffon. “Female. Young.” Varg toned in as his partner stepped away, before crouching down and rolling the young lady onto her back.


The ‘Dog hummed as he raised the gauntlet, positioning the Gryphoness as if she were lying on an examination table, and putting her staff to the side of her, before taking a few photos. Head, torso, lower body, a picture of the staff, and then a picture with both in the frame. He then sent them in a message to a certain Necromancer, before linking a comm to said necromancer, kneeling back down, and checking the Gryphon’s pulse.


As the call connected, he smirked slightly. “Hey dad. Before ya start, It’s a she, and she’s alive,” He began, leaning over and putting an ear to her chest. “...Breathing,” He stated, before moving his head and hand, opening one of her eyelids, and shining a light in her eye, watching the pupil constricting. “...And, far as I can I tell, nothing wrong with her eyes. Small ball of light or something, same thing that dropped my ass off in Appleoosa. Want me to bring her in for questioning?”

 

[Meds]

“...And, far as I can I tell, nothing wrong with her eyes. Small ball of light or something, same thing that dropped my ass off in Appleoosa. Want me to bring her in for questioning?”

"No." Ichor all but drips from the mental voice that rises into Keros' mind once a familiar presence looms across it. It leap there from someplace unseen, and looms like a comforting tree shade. 'Too many like this one have come and thrown a tantrum. We may as well let it loose and see what it fumbles into before it too throws a tantrum or claims that all is unfair. But I imagine you have questions now that you have seen one of the infinite things that dance behind the curtains?'

 

[V-RE]

Keros, for all his usual demeanor, shook his head and grinned, standing up and casually interlocking his paws behind his head, grinning to Varg, who figures out what was going on as the comm link was silent. Keros, silenced the comm, and dissipated the gauntlet as his paws met, choosing to reply via the mental link. "Oh, I can think of a few. For instance, what in the hell was that thing, and what the hell was with that jig? Or maybe why it dropped her off with a staff? Does she have walking problems, or is it a Foci? Was she human, and if so why change, and bring her here?...Also, why, after all the shit we went through in this plane, risk bringing her here in such an obvious way...And of course, on the complete serious note..."

Keros furrowed his brow as he brought the next questions up from his mind. "Do we let Anubis know about this? And if we do....What exactly do we tell him? Would we tell him in person, or over a link?... Personally, I'd say face to face, of course." He offered all up, with a shrug, keeping an eye on the Gryphon, and his arms tensed to go for his pistol, or rifle...Course, he could just blow her to bits...But that wasn't exactly a clean death.

 

[Meds]

He offered all up, with a shrug, keeping an eye on the Gryphon, and his arms tensed to go for his pistol, or rifle...Course, he could just blow her to bits...But that wasn't exactly a clean death.

"Questions, questions, questions - how about I arrive there and we all sit down for a moment? You, I and Varg, seated on a picnic blanket and either of you can ask me any amount of question. It has been a long while since I last played the Loremaster." There is a clear tint of amusement in the whispered voice; somewhere far away in Keros' mind he can all but see that shadow slowly collapsing to form a familiar gaunt unicorn's outline. "No neet to worry about our uninvited guest, mind. I have a perfect thing for that, specifically designed in fact."