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Thankfully, the Power Ponies had been successfully able to stop it, but not without some...tentacle action. Unsurprisingly he had been promptly fired, but luckily not blamed for the incident. Apparently, the huge tank it was kept in hadn't been properly maintained and him leaning against it was all it took.\n\nAfter that, he had tried desperately to find a new job but despite not having caused the accident, word had gotten around about his role in the monster's escape. He had been just about to give up and consider his options for moving away when, by some miracle, the Maretropolis History Museum accepted his application. Maretropolis may be the greatest and most beautiful city in Equestria but it certainly wasnt the cheapest to live in.\n\n\n\n\n\nThe guard wanders through the various dark and eerie exhibits in the Museum. A few minutes into his patrol he began to feel...uneasy, almost like he was being watched from somewhere. The displays in each room weren't helping much either. A towering dinosaur skeleton with sharp teeth, a likely haunted suit of armor holding a rusty looking sword, and a creepy painting of a mare glaring angrily at him from the end of a hallway.\n\nHe shivers, 'This is going to be a very long night, isn't it?...'\n\n*Clunk!* The sound of something clattering to the floor close behind him nearly causes him to leap out of his skin.\n\nWhirling around, he points his flashlight in the direction of the sound. It sounded like it came from the room he had just left, the ancient pony weapons exhibit. Gulping audibly, he peeks his head partially through the doorway to the exhibit and quickly scans over the room for signs of movement.\n\nThe room was packed with glass cases and cabinets all of which contain tribal clubs, medieval swords, combat armor, and other old pony weaponry. In the center of the room was a marble pedestal and top it a square glass case that contained a recent addition. A single, odd-looking, knife.\n\n\"H-hello? I-is someone there? Show yourself!\" He demands, trying to sound at least a tiny bit intimidating but ending up sounding more scared than anything.\n\n'Please be nothing, please be nothing.' He mentally chants to himself, getting flashbacks from last week.\n\nAfter what felt like an eon of long drawn out silence, he lets out a relieved sigh.\n\n'Gah, it was probably just my paranoid brain playing tricks me...' He reasons.\n\nHe shines his flashlight around the room one last time but fails to see anything amiss. He leaves the room, bound for the rest of his patrol, taking occasional glances over his shoulder.\n\n\n\n\n\nThe steps of the guard slowly fade away as scarlet eyes appear in the vent above where he had been standing.\n\n\"Huh, that...went a whole lot better than I expected it to.\" A unicorn mare mumbles to herself from inside the vent shaft, holding a screwdriver she had dropped in her magical aura. 'You need to be more careful Mirror! I don't need another screwup like at the research labs! At least that giant squid had been a good distraction.'.\n\nMirror had on a full-body, zip-up, black catsuit with a utility belt fastened tightly around her thin waist. To conceal her identity she wore a black mask over her upper face and eyes. Her dark brown mane and tail had both been cut to only a few inches, preventing them from getting in the way as she did her jobs.\n\nShe was also saddled with two fairly large D-Cup breasts and a big, nicely curved, butt. Being a cat burglar, most would think that her rather generous features would surely end up being far too encumbering for her to maneuver. But Mirror never had any issues with them, often times found them to be very useful, especially on the rare occasions when she was caught in the act. Shaking some good memories from her head she focuses her attention back to the task at hand.\n\n'Id better gets this done quickly, my client wants this artifact delivered soon, and that guard could randomly decide to come back...'\n\nUsing her recovered screwdriver, Mirror finishes detaching the vent's filter cover and stows the screwdriver, more securely this time, back onto her belt. She levitates the cover-up and into the vent and slips silently from the shaft and into the room. Using her magic she catches herself just before landing, her breasts bouncing from the sudden stop. She quickly sneaks over to the center display, her target lying within.\n\nThe Desperation Dagger....\n\nHer client had requested that this ancient weapon was to be acquired from the museum, believing it to be secretly enchanted. She didn't know exactly why they wanted it, but with how much her client was willing to pay for it, she didn't ask any questions. Inspecting the glass case over it she notices a small pressure sensor in the corner. It would likely sound the alarm should she just lift it up.\n\nMirror closes her eyes and concentrates her magical energy in her horn, casting one of her specialty spells. Her right hand begins to shift, becoming partially transparent. The effect spreads halfway up her forearm before stopping at her elbow. With the spell cast, she opens her eyes and inspects her arm for any possible imperfections.\n\nReaching out, her hand passes cleanly through the glass case and she is able to grab the hilt of the dagger. With a small surge of magic, the dagger to becomes transparent, allowing her to pull it back through with ease.\n\nEnding the spell, Mirror inspects the knife. It appeared to be made from bone, yet felt like heavy metal. Perhaps that was the enchantment placed on it? There was an image carved into the side of the hande, a golden waterfall. It feels oddly warm in her hands and begins to glow faintly. She shrugs and attaches it to her belt.\n\n'Hopefully that doesn't draw any attention. Now, its time to get out of here before-.'\n\n\"Hey! S-stop right there!\" A shaky voice shouts behind her, her body now being illuminated by a flashlight.\n\n'Horseapples'\n\n\n\n\n\nThe Masked Matter-Horn stood proudly atop a tall building that overlooks the surrounding city blocks. She watches and listens carefully for any signs of trouble or commotion. She felt ready and willing to take on whatever Maretropolis throw at her. Though if she was honest, she hoped nothing too major happened, she didn't have the rest of the team to back her up after all.\n\nDue to a recent surge in crime rates across all parts of Maretropolis City, the Power Ponies had been forced to split up to more effectively cover deal with the rising crime. This, unfortunately, also meant that police's resources to be stretched thin, meaning slow response times and not much in the way of backup. So far it had been a quiet night, not so much as a purse bandit.\n\nShe had donned her typical superhero outfit: a light purple spandex bodysuit with light blue with, magic-resistant, plates attached around her shoulders and on each hip. To conceal her identity she wore a set of gold-plated goggles over her eyes. Her figure was fairly curvey as well, with firm C-cup breasts, and wide hips that matched her round posterior. Due to how skin-tight her suit was it hugged her every curve leaving very little to the imagination. Even her marehood was faintly visible between her legs along with her tight ponut. She didn't mind the stares she always got through, it's not like anyone knew who she really was anyway. She is suddenly ripped from her thoughts as a building alarm sounds off close by. She immediately recognized the alarm.\n\n'The History Museum!'\n\nSpurred into action she leaps from the high rooftop, and levitates herself through the air, in the direction of the alarm.\n\n\n\n\n\nUpon reaching the building opposite the museum, she arrives just in time to see the front doors burst open, and a rather busty black latex wearing mare sprint from the museum.\n\n'A cat burglar!'\n\nThe thief ran quickly down the sidewalk, diving past a confused stallion and down an alleyway. A few moments later a guard runs from the front of the museum, looking more than a little flustered. The masked matter-horn floats herself into the alleyway and gives chase after the mare. She had likely stolen some priceless historical artifact!\n\n'Not in my city you don't!'\n\n\n\n\n\nAs she runs down the alley, Mirror reaches up, zipping her suit all the way up. Thankfully that guard was just as nervous as he had sounded. She had been able to distract him just long enough to allow her to slip by and escape.\n\n'Get a hold of yourself Mirror, I know it has been a while but this is your second screw up in a week!' She mentally berates herself.\n\nShe looked over her shoulder, towards the street she had fled from and was relieved to see no police ponies or even the guard from the museum. \n\n\"Stop right there criminal scum!\" The amplified voice of a mare booms from above of her.\n\nShe quickly comes to a stop and looks up and her eyes widen as she sees none other than the Captain of the Power Ponies, The Masked Matter-Horn floating above the alley. She was floating in her light blue magic aura, arms crossed, and an angry expression on her face. She reaches out with an arm and points at Mirror.\n\n\"Surrender now and you will not be harmed. Don't make this harder than it needs to be!\" The Masked Matter-Horn commands, her horn glowing light blue as she readies a freeze spell.\n\n'This is bad! If she's here then the others probably aren't far behind!'\n\nMirror breaks into a sprint, heading for the end of the alley where it split off into three different alleys that trailed behind the surrounding buildings. As she sprints she suddenly feels her coat standing up on the back of her neck. Without even thinking about it she dodges quickly to the left, just in time for a beam of frost to crash into the ground next to her.\n\n'Wha-? How did I?!'\n\nShe didn't have much time to wonder before she feels her the sensation again and she leaps forwards, dodging yet another icy blast.\n\n'Right, I don't know how I'm doing that, but I'll have to worry about that later!'\n\nAs she keeps running she can hear the frustrated scowls of the Masked Matter-Horn not far behind her. She suddenly remembers the knife she had come here for, a plan forming in her head. If she remembered this side of town the alleyway coming up to her left should a series of sharp turns. If she played this right she had a way of getting this Power Pony off her tail.\n\n\n\n\n\nThe Masked Matter-Horn shot down yet another bolt at the thief, only for her to once again dodge it just in time.\n\n'Drat! This mare is a lot more nimble than she seems! How does she know how dodge my magic like that?'\n\nWhile she was a unicorn there was no reason that the thief could be well versed enough in magic to be able to detect magic buildups. Catching would be important, any more capable of that could be a serious threat to Maretropolis!\n\nThe mare sprints down the alley and dives left around a corner. Matter-Horn knew these streets and alleys inside and out, and the way the thief had just turned down was inevitably going to be a dead end. She just had to follow her until she cornered herself! In addition, many of the buildings the alley ran behind were old and abandoned many not even having fire escapes or doors located behind them.\n\nMatter-Horn quickly gives chase, floating herself to the ground and around the corner. The alley was filled with sharp turns so she would only be able to get a few glimpses of the mare before she ducks around one. \n\n'Soon you will run out of places to go, and then you won't be able to escape justice!'\n\n\n\n\n\nThe Power Pony seemed to be giving Mirror some extra room.\n\n'Maybe she knew this was a dead end as well? It won't matter if my plan works, it should provide a big enough 'distraction' to escape.' She thought, holding the stolen knife in her right hand. It seemed to be glowing with a golden light, a symbol just like the one on its handle appearing on her hand.\n\n\"Heh, she'll be distracted alright.\" Mirror whispers to herself darkly, a sinister grin accompanying her now glowing golden eyes.\n\n\n\n\n\nMatter-Horn watches as the thief rounds the final corner before the inevitable dead end. She would have her for sure now. But as the confident Power Pony dashes around the corner, horn charged and ready, she is shocked to find not a soul present.\n\n'What?! Where did she-?!'\n\nLooking up and around she sees nothing, and not a single possible route of escape. No fire escapes to climb up, no back doors to break through, not even any windows.\n\n'Could she have teleported away?' Surely she would have just done that earlier if she was able to this whole time. 'Where In Equestria did that mare go?'\n\nBehind her, Mirror emerges from a brick wall behind the Masked Matter-Horn, her entire body partially transparent. With the now glowing knife in hand and a sinister grin, she leaps at her, knife raised.\n\n*Slash!*\n\n\"Gah!\" The Matter-Horn gasps, stumbling and falling to her knees. She could feel a magical burning sensation spreading quickly through her body from the slash on her back. She turns to face her attacker to see the thief standing there, the knife in her hand and her eyes glowing brightly.\n\n'How did she get behind me?!' \n\nIn a desperate attempt to gain some distance she concentrates her magic in an effort to teleport away. Yet, just as quickly as she builds up her magic, it is drained away. It flows through the air from her horn and feeding the thief. As the last ounce of her magic is drained away she slowly stands up, feeling weak both magically and physically.\n\n\"W-who are you?!\" She strains.\n\nThe thief seems to chuckle in amusement, ignoring her question. As the last of her magic drains away she winks at the Power Pony before turning and dashing away and into the night.\n\nThe Masked Matter-Horn tries to give chase but is stopped dead in her tracks as sudden and immense pressure makes itself known in her bladder. Both her hands immediately shoot down, digging into her crotch in a desperate attempt to hold back what felt like an entire lake worth of liquid.\n\n\"N-no! Not n-now!\" She grunts, pressing her thighs tightly together.\n\nThe burning sensations and the pain from her back seem to fade away completely, leaving her desperately trying not to have an accident in her suit. Yet, due to her exhaustion, she is unable to stop the occasional spurt from leaking out, creating a dark spot in the spandex over her marehood.\n\n'Where is this coming from?!' She was used to the sudden need to use the bathroom but never with this immediate level of urgency.\n\nWith the thief, all but forgotten, she focuses all her remaining strength on holding back the tide trying to break through. Just as she felt like she was getting herself somewhat under control, a sudden cramp slams into her. The pressure in her bladder doubles instantly.\n\nHer tired bladder muscles are finally forced to give in, and a torrential stream pours out from her, making a sharp hissing sound. Her crotch is instantly soaked, a stream dripping down to the ground. Her hands are quickly filled with urine, which overflows and adds to the growing puddle beneath her. Urine cascades down her legs like a waterfall, the dark stains shimmering in the moonlight.\n\nMatter-Horn's breaths are shaky and uneven as she continues to wets herself; but not from shame, exhaustion, or embarrassment, but from the immense pleasure echoing from her sex. Her head hung back with her tongue lolling from the side of her mouth. Her mind is completely clouded with feelings of relief and lust, bathing in the feeling of the warm liquid flowing from her crotch. The thought of being seen burns in her mind, and of ponies calling her a filthy slut and a dirty whore.\n\nHer eyes roll back as she screams out in extasy, orgasming without so much as touching her inflamed marehood. At the peak of her orgasm, she collapses face down on the ground into her still growing yellow puddle. As darkness closes in around her she starts to pass out, her corrupt mind praying to be found with her soaked rear and pronounced sex sticking high up into the air.\n\nIt is only once she is unconscious that the flow finally begins to slow, becoming a light drip. She is left unaware of the familiar golden symbol that appears on her back, right where she had been struck by the enchanted blade...\n\n\n\n\nTo Be Continued! In The Next Exciting Issue Of THE POWER PONIES: Messy In The Morning!", "writing_bbcode_parsed": "//------------------------------//
// Chapter III.5: The Masked Matter-Horn And The Desperation Dagger
// Story: A Soiled Universe
// by Odlaw
//------------------------------//




Maretropolis City 12:00 A.M.




*Click*

The light from a nightguard's flashlight is switched on, illuminating the lobby of the Maretropolis History Museum.

"Alright, the first day, let's try not to repeat the incident from last week." He says aloud to himself, about to begin his first rounds of the night.

He wasn't exactly the luckiest earth pony stallion, especially when it came to jobs. During his last job as security for a research facility downtown, he had accidentally let loose a gigantic, apparently magical, squid monster into the city. Thankfully, the Power Ponies had been successfully able to stop it, but not without some...tentacle action. Unsurprisingly he had been promptly fired, but luckily not blamed for the incident. Apparently, the huge tank it was kept in hadn't been properly maintained and him leaning against it was all it took.

After that, he had tried desperately to find a new job but despite not having caused the accident, word had gotten around about his role in the monster's escape. He had been just about to give up and consider his options for moving away when, by some miracle, the Maretropolis History Museum accepted his application. Maretropolis may be the greatest and most beautiful city in Equestria but it certainly wasnt the cheapest to live in.





The guard wanders through the various dark and eerie exhibits in the Museum. A few minutes into his patrol he began to feel...uneasy, almost like he was being watched from somewhere. The displays in each room weren't helping much either. A towering dinosaur skeleton with sharp teeth, a likely haunted suit of armor holding a rusty looking sword, and a creepy painting of a mare glaring angrily at him from the end of a hallway.

He shivers, 'This is going to be a very long night, isn't it?...'

*Clunk!* The sound of something clattering to the floor close behind him nearly causes him to leap out of his skin.

Whirling around, he points his flashlight in the direction of the sound. It sounded like it came from the room he had just left, the ancient pony weapons exhibit. Gulping audibly, he peeks his head partially through the doorway to the exhibit and quickly scans over the room for signs of movement.

The room was packed with glass cases and cabinets all of which contain tribal clubs, medieval swords, combat armor, and other old pony weaponry. In the center of the room was a marble pedestal and top it a square glass case that contained a recent addition. A single, odd-looking, knife.

"H-hello? I-is someone there? Show yourself!" He demands, trying to sound at least a tiny bit intimidating but ending up sounding more scared than anything.

'Please be nothing, please be nothing.' He mentally chants to himself, getting flashbacks from last week.

After what felt like an eon of long drawn out silence, he lets out a relieved sigh.

'Gah, it was probably just my paranoid brain playing tricks me...' He reasons.

He shines his flashlight around the room one last time but fails to see anything amiss. He leaves the room, bound for the rest of his patrol, taking occasional glances over his shoulder.





The steps of the guard slowly fade away as scarlet eyes appear in the vent above where he had been standing.

"Huh, that...went a whole lot better than I expected it to." A unicorn mare mumbles to herself from inside the vent shaft, holding a screwdriver she had dropped in her magical aura. 'You need to be more careful Mirror! I don't need another screwup like at the research labs! At least that giant squid had been a good distraction.'.

Mirror had on a full-body, zip-up, black catsuit with a utility belt fastened tightly around her thin waist. To conceal her identity she wore a black mask over her upper face and eyes. Her dark brown mane and tail had both been cut to only a few inches, preventing them from getting in the way as she did her jobs.

She was also saddled with two fairly large D-Cup breasts and a big, nicely curved, butt. Being a cat burglar, most would think that her rather generous features would surely end up being far too encumbering for her to maneuver. But Mirror never had any issues with them, often times found them to be very useful, especially on the rare occasions when she was caught in the act. Shaking some good memories from her head she focuses her attention back to the task at hand.

'Id better gets this done quickly, my client wants this artifact delivered soon, and that guard could randomly decide to come back...'

Using her recovered screwdriver, Mirror finishes detaching the vent's filter cover and stows the screwdriver, more securely this time, back onto her belt. She levitates the cover-up and into the vent and slips silently from the shaft and into the room. Using her magic she catches herself just before landing, her breasts bouncing from the sudden stop. She quickly sneaks over to the center display, her target lying within.

The Desperation Dagger....

Her client had requested that this ancient weapon was to be acquired from the museum, believing it to be secretly enchanted. She didn't know exactly why they wanted it, but with how much her client was willing to pay for it, she didn't ask any questions. Inspecting the glass case over it she notices a small pressure sensor in the corner. It would likely sound the alarm should she just lift it up.

Mirror closes her eyes and concentrates her magical energy in her horn, casting one of her specialty spells. Her right hand begins to shift, becoming partially transparent. The effect spreads halfway up her forearm before stopping at her elbow. With the spell cast, she opens her eyes and inspects her arm for any possible imperfections.

Reaching out, her hand passes cleanly through the glass case and she is able to grab the hilt of the dagger. With a small surge of magic, the dagger to becomes transparent, allowing her to pull it back through with ease.

Ending the spell, Mirror inspects the knife. It appeared to be made from bone, yet felt like heavy metal. Perhaps that was the enchantment placed on it? There was an image carved into the side of the hande, a golden waterfall. It feels oddly warm in her hands and begins to glow faintly. She shrugs and attaches it to her belt.

'Hopefully that doesn't draw any attention. Now, its time to get out of here before-.'

"Hey! S-stop right there!" A shaky voice shouts behind her, her body now being illuminated by a flashlight.

'Horseapples'





The Masked Matter-Horn stood proudly atop a tall building that overlooks the surrounding city blocks. She watches and listens carefully for any signs of trouble or commotion. She felt ready and willing to take on whatever Maretropolis throw at her. Though if she was honest, she hoped nothing too major happened, she didn't have the rest of the team to back her up after all.

Due to a recent surge in crime rates across all parts of Maretropolis City, the Power Ponies had been forced to split up to more effectively cover deal with the rising crime. This, unfortunately, also meant that police's resources to be stretched thin, meaning slow response times and not much in the way of backup. So far it had been a quiet night, not so much as a purse bandit.

She had donned her typical superhero outfit: a light purple spandex bodysuit with light blue with, magic-resistant, plates attached around her shoulders and on each hip. To conceal her identity she wore a set of gold-plated goggles over her eyes. Her figure was fairly curvey as well, with firm C-cup breasts, and wide hips that matched her round posterior. Due to how skin-tight her suit was it hugged her every curve leaving very little to the imagination. Even her marehood was faintly visible between her legs along with her tight ponut. She didn't mind the stares she always got through, it's not like anyone knew who she really was anyway. She is suddenly ripped from her thoughts as a building alarm sounds off close by. She immediately recognized the alarm.

'The History Museum!'

Spurred into action she leaps from the high rooftop, and levitates herself through the air, in the direction of the alarm.





Upon reaching the building opposite the museum, she arrives just in time to see the front doors burst open, and a rather busty black latex wearing mare sprint from the museum.

'A cat burglar!'

The thief ran quickly down the sidewalk, diving past a confused stallion and down an alleyway. A few moments later a guard runs from the front of the museum, looking more than a little flustered. The masked matter-horn floats herself into the alleyway and gives chase after the mare. She had likely stolen some priceless historical artifact!

'Not in my city you don't!'





As she runs down the alley, Mirror reaches up, zipping her suit all the way up. Thankfully that guard was just as nervous as he had sounded. She had been able to distract him just long enough to allow her to slip by and escape.

'Get a hold of yourself Mirror, I know it has been a while but this is your second screw up in a week!' She mentally berates herself.

She looked over her shoulder, towards the street she had fled from and was relieved to see no police ponies or even the guard from the museum.

"Stop right there criminal scum!" The amplified voice of a mare booms from above of her.

She quickly comes to a stop and looks up and her eyes widen as she sees none other than the Captain of the Power Ponies, The Masked Matter-Horn floating above the alley. She was floating in her light blue magic aura, arms crossed, and an angry expression on her face. She reaches out with an arm and points at Mirror.

"Surrender now and you will not be harmed. Don't make this harder than it needs to be!" The Masked Matter-Horn commands, her horn glowing light blue as she readies a freeze spell.

'This is bad! If she's here then the others probably aren't far behind!'

Mirror breaks into a sprint, heading for the end of the alley where it split off into three different alleys that trailed behind the surrounding buildings. As she sprints she suddenly feels her coat standing up on the back of her neck. Without even thinking about it she dodges quickly to the left, just in time for a beam of frost to crash into the ground next to her.

'Wha-? How did I?!'

She didn't have much time to wonder before she feels her the sensation again and she leaps forwards, dodging yet another icy blast.

'Right, I don't know how I'm doing that, but I'll have to worry about that later!'

As she keeps running she can hear the frustrated scowls of the Masked Matter-Horn not far behind her. She suddenly remembers the knife she had come here for, a plan forming in her head. If she remembered this side of town the alleyway coming up to her left should a series of sharp turns. If she played this right she had a way of getting this Power Pony off her tail.





The Masked Matter-Horn shot down yet another bolt at the thief, only for her to once again dodge it just in time.

'Drat! This mare is a lot more nimble than she seems! How does she know how dodge my magic like that?'

While she was a unicorn there was no reason that the thief could be well versed enough in magic to be able to detect magic buildups. Catching would be important, any more capable of that could be a serious threat to Maretropolis!

The mare sprints down the alley and dives left around a corner. Matter-Horn knew these streets and alleys inside and out, and the way the thief had just turned down was inevitably going to be a dead end. She just had to follow her until she cornered herself! In addition, many of the buildings the alley ran behind were old and abandoned many not even having fire escapes or doors located behind them.

Matter-Horn quickly gives chase, floating herself to the ground and around the corner. The alley was filled with sharp turns so she would only be able to get a few glimpses of the mare before she ducks around one.

'Soon you will run out of places to go, and then you won't be able to escape justice!'





The Power Pony seemed to be giving Mirror some extra room.

'Maybe she knew this was a dead end as well? It won't matter if my plan works, it should provide a big enough 'distraction' to escape.' She thought, holding the stolen knife in her right hand. It seemed to be glowing with a golden light, a symbol just like the one on its handle appearing on her hand.

"Heh, she'll be distracted alright." Mirror whispers to herself darkly, a sinister grin accompanying her now glowing golden eyes.





Matter-Horn watches as the thief rounds the final corner before the inevitable dead end. She would have her for sure now. But as the confident Power Pony dashes around the corner, horn charged and ready, she is shocked to find not a soul present.

'What?! Where did she-?!'

Looking up and around she sees nothing, and not a single possible route of escape. No fire escapes to climb up, no back doors to break through, not even any windows.

'Could she have teleported away?' Surely she would have just done that earlier if she was able to this whole time. 'Where In Equestria did that mare go?'

Behind her, Mirror emerges from a brick wall behind the Masked Matter-Horn, her entire body partially transparent. With the now glowing knife in hand and a sinister grin, she leaps at her, knife raised.

*Slash!*

"Gah!" The Matter-Horn gasps, stumbling and falling to her knees. She could feel a magical burning sensation spreading quickly through her body from the slash on her back. She turns to face her attacker to see the thief standing there, the knife in her hand and her eyes glowing brightly.

'How did she get behind me?!'

In a desperate attempt to gain some distance she concentrates her magic in an effort to teleport away. Yet, just as quickly as she builds up her magic, it is drained away. It flows through the air from her horn and feeding the thief. As the last ounce of her magic is drained away she slowly stands up, feeling weak both magically and physically.

"W-who are you?!" She strains.

The thief seems to chuckle in amusement, ignoring her question. As the last of her magic drains away she winks at the Power Pony before turning and dashing away and into the night.

The Masked Matter-Horn tries to give chase but is stopped dead in her tracks as sudden and immense pressure makes itself known in her bladder. Both her hands immediately shoot down, digging into her crotch in a desperate attempt to hold back what felt like an entire lake worth of liquid.

"N-no! Not n-now!" She grunts, pressing her thighs tightly together.

The burning sensations and the pain from her back seem to fade away completely, leaving her desperately trying not to have an accident in her suit. Yet, due to her exhaustion, she is unable to stop the occasional spurt from leaking out, creating a dark spot in the spandex over her marehood.

'Where is this coming from?!' She was used to the sudden need to use the bathroom but never with this immediate level of urgency.

With the thief, all but forgotten, she focuses all her remaining strength on holding back the tide trying to break through. Just as she felt like she was getting herself somewhat under control, a sudden cramp slams into her. The pressure in her bladder doubles instantly.

Her tired bladder muscles are finally forced to give in, and a torrential stream pours out from her, making a sharp hissing sound. Her crotch is instantly soaked, a stream dripping down to the ground. Her hands are quickly filled with urine, which overflows and adds to the growing puddle beneath her. Urine cascades down her legs like a waterfall, the dark stains shimmering in the moonlight.

Matter-Horn's breaths are shaky and uneven as she continues to wets herself; but not from shame, exhaustion, or embarrassment, but from the immense pleasure echoing from her sex. Her head hung back with her tongue lolling from the side of her mouth. Her mind is completely clouded with feelings of relief and lust, bathing in the feeling of the warm liquid flowing from her crotch. The thought of being seen burns in her mind, and of ponies calling her a filthy slut and a dirty whore.

Her eyes roll back as she screams out in extasy, orgasming without so much as touching her inflamed marehood. At the peak of her orgasm, she collapses face down on the ground into her still growing yellow puddle. As darkness closes in around her she starts to pass out, her corrupt mind praying to be found with her soaked rear and pronounced sex sticking high up into the air.

It is only once she is unconscious that the flow finally begins to slow, becoming a light drip. She is left unaware of the familiar golden symbol that appears on her back, right where she had been struck by the enchanted blade...




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