In a world that was connected to Equestria by a portal, was in turmoil and war. Things were at their worst. The King had fallen terribly ill, the Captain of the King's Guard stayed by his side day and night. She prayed that her King would get better; he was the only family she had ever known. He had taken her in when he and his company had come into a small village and he seen her being beaten. As she grew older he trained her into the warrior that she was now. If only she had been with him during that hunt, she could've stopped the attack; she could've taken the hit instead of the King. Her eyes burned with the tears she longed to cry for her King; although he had asked her many times she would always call him by his proper title and never call him father, at least with other people present.
She walked to the King's chambers in silence with her second in command, Lord Thoran; she could feel his eyes on her as they walked. She didn't care though, the King was her only concern, and he was the only priority right now. Before they reached the hallway that led to the King's chambers Thoran grabbed her arm. She looked up at him, questioning their pause when he swooped in a crushed his lips to hers. The surprise left her defenses down long enough for her body to react before her mind. She kissed him back with just as much fervor, starting a battle with his tongue when he invaded her mouth. She relished and took comfort in his weight pushing her against the wall, even with the bulk of their armor. When the kiss finally broke they were both gasping for breath, her fingers were entwined in his long black hair.
"I've been wanting to do that to you for so long," he whispered to her, shivers ran down her spine. She didn't want to separate from him, but she had a duty to her King and they had to get to their posts soon before anyone questioned why they weren't there yet.
"I've wanted it as well," she whispered back, she needed his strength for without him she wouldn't be able to keep going much longer. Since the King fell ill it has weighed heavily on her heart. She leaned into him and laid her forehead against his chest plate, the cool metal causing her to shiver. He held her tightly, just giving her comfort; he understood that this had been hard on her. He cupped her cheek and tipped her chin up, he placed a tender kiss on her lips and then on her forehead.
"Come, we mustn't keep the King waiting much longer. I know you've been waiting all day to take your shift with him." He smiled at her before she could deny his claim. She just smiled and shook her head at him. They walked in silence the rest of the way to the King's chambers, the other guard that was to stand with Thoran was already there. She wasn't surprised since Larkin like to get to his posts early and relieve the previous shift of guards, he could stand at a post by himself for two whole days before he'd need a break and she knew she could trust him. After exchanging pleasantries she took a deep breath before pushing open the heavy oak door. She walked into his chambers to take the place of the guard that was standing watch; she could hear the King's breath. Shallow and ragged, he could barely breath, the room reeked of death. The burning in her eyes got worse as she tried to swallow the knot that had formed in her throat. She cleared it away and startled the guard that was standing next to his bed. She glared at him for dropping his vigilance.
"Take your rest now, I will watch over him for the night." Her voice was quiet, but cold and harsh as the knight walked away from the bed. Before he left, he turned to her and watched as she took her place next to the bed.
"He hasn't improved, although he has been mumbling your name all evening." He looked at her with sad eyes as he looked from her to his King lying on his death bed. He sighed before leaving, shutting the door quietly behind him. She slumped and relaxed knowing no one was watching her; she closed her eyes as she fought away the tears.
"I was wondering when he would leave," the King gasped in a soft whisper. Startling her, she straightened up immediately and turned to the King.
"My Lord, is there anything I can do for you?" Her voice was soft and kind as she kneeled next to the bed. He tried to move his hand closer, reaching out to her. She grasped it tightly, trying to comfort him in any way possible.
"My child, I want for not," he paused to gasp for a breath, "except for you," he paused again, "To take my place," another gasp, "As Queen." She almost dropped his hand as she gasped, he had always talked of making her his official daughter, but she would always tell him no to save that place for his heirs. Since he had none to claim, she was the only option he had.
"But, but My Lord, I am just a knight, nothing more. How can I become Queen and take your place?" her voice was shaky, her usual strength and conviction lost.
"You are more than," he gasped, "A knight," another gasp, "You are Captain," gasp, "Of the Kings Guard," gasp, "A powerful seraph," He paused to catch his breath, "And my rightful daughter." He smiled at her and for a brief moment she could see the man he was before falling ill. Even though he was being ravaged by a fever, she knew he was speaking the truth.
"Oh Father, please you can't leave me," Her eyes becoming tearful as she brought his hand to her cheek. She stood and reluctantly released his hand and walked straight to the door. He may not have given the order, but she knew he needed the magistrate. After sending one of the guards at the door to fetch the magistrate she returned to the bed and took his hand again.
"My girl, my beautiful Thunder," he gasped, "You always knew what I wanted," he gasped, "Before I could even speak it." He smiled at her again before weakly removing his pendant. He found enough strength to place the silver chain over her head. "Now I may it official," he gasped, "You are now the Queen of the Realm." He started one of his coughing fits as Magistrate Collins walked into the room.
He walked to the other side and helped her sit the King up so he could cough out the fluid that had begun to build in his lungs. The magistrate noticed her wearing the pendant and just smiled at her with knowing eyes. After getting the King back into position on the bed, the magistrate pulled up a chair and held the King's other hand.
"My Lord, you sent for me?" He asked in his usual wise and comforting voice. He was another man that she considered part of her family.
"Yes," the King gasped, "I need you to make a note," gasp, "I want to make," gasp, "Thunder Storm my official heir," gasp, "And make her Queen." He could barely breathe now. His strength was getting zapped from him with every moment.
"Yes, My Lord," He smiled knowingly at him, "I always knew you would." He pulled a roll of parchment from his cloak and began to make out the official paperwork. Once the document was finished his helped the King sign it and then handed it to Thunder Storm, "Now my dear, you need to sign it as well." His eyes were warm when she looked up at him. She could barely hold the quill as she scribbled her name and title on the bottom of the document, directly below the King's signature. "Now it is official, you are now our Queen." As if the old man knew of what was to happen he pulled out a small crown. Made of gold and silver fitted with gems, it was a delicate thing as if it were to be dropped it would shatter. The magistrate walked around the bed to stand in front of her, as he recited the old words she knelt in front of him. Still in her full armor and holding the King's hand, she trembled as the magistrate placed the delicate crown on her head. "Now my dear, it is official." He smiled and placed a hand on her shoulder. When she turned to the King, he was also smiling. Pride filled his eyes and gave him the strength to wrap his arms around her as she leaned over to give him a hug.
"We had planned on this since the day I brought you to the castle. I knew you were going to be my heir since that day I laid eyes on you." Tears began to flow down his face as his heart swelled with pride. She looked at the magistrate and he nodded in agreement.
"At first I thought he was daft and had lost his marbles, but as I watched you grown from a scrawny child that was bruised and battered to a strong and undefeatable warrior. Your wings are strong enough to make winds strong enough to knock an entire army on their rumps and your heart is large and full of love, yet as strong as Mithril. You are the perfect heir and now will become the perfect Queen." His voice was filled with pride. When she turned back to the King he was still smiling at her.
"I will always love you, Thunder, even when I die I will always be with you." He squeezed her hand one more time.
"I love you too Father and I will make you proud. I will be the queen that you want me to be." Her throat clenched as another knot of tears was forming. She loved her father, not only because he was her savior, but he took her in when no one else would. He was the only family she had ever known, even if she thought of the magistrate as family he wasn't the King. She cried out everything that night, not only was she happy, but she was also sad that she was losing the only father she had ever known.
That night the King passed in his sleep, while holding his daughter's hand. That night was to be the last night of happiness that Thunder Storm would have in a very long time. The day after the King's funeral the council of elders held a gathering and met with Thunder Storm and the King's Council. They said that they couldn't make her Queen even if the King signed a document without notifying the other royals had rights to the throne as well. Thunder agreed that if the elders couldn't find anyone else to take the throne among the choice of royals that the throne was to go to her. They agreed upon those terms, it would be the biggest mistake they all could've made.
The elders held a meeting with all the royal families that held rights to the throne and among them was an elven lord, Dreven Morell. After long delegations many of the royals agreed that Thunder should take the throne, except for Lord Morell. He believed that since she was not of royal birth she held no claim to the throne what so ever. He himself tried to claim the throne as his stating he was the only royal suitable for the throne, the council of elders turned him away saying he would never be king for he was too narrow minded and had darkness in his heart. He sought revenge and swore he would be king if it was the last thing he would do. He slaughtered many of the elders that night, the great dragon almost fell and with it the world began to burn. His knowledge of the dark arts made him nearly impossible to defeat. Amongst the royals only one stood up to fight for light and goodness. Lord Thoran claimed he could defeat Morell and win back everyone's freedom and end the darkness that had begun to take over their world. Many stood with him to end Morell forever, to save their world before it was reduced to nothing but ash.
That was many years ago…
Thunder Storm, now captain of Prince Thoran's army, was preparing them for battle, to end Lord Morell. She paced back and forth in the large study of the mansion they were staying in, the fire crackled and the light glinted off of her armor. The army was almost on its last leg, so many were already injured and many were exhausted. She paused and looked into the fire, hoping that it would give her some answers, anything to help her win this war, to save the people from Lord Morell. She gasped when she glimpsed a woman's face in the flames; she blinked a few times and stared harder into the flame. Her brow was scrunched tightly together, her eyes began to ache. The flames began to dance, the woman's face started to become clearer although she didn't recognize her and yet she felt as though she had known her for her whole life.
The door to the study open and her commander, Thoran, came in. He strode quietly across the study and stood next to her in silence. She could feel his eyes on her, waiting for her to give notice that she knew he was there. He reached out and stroked the edge of her wing, sending chills down her spine and making her shudder. She turned her head enough that he could see the edges of her profile illuminated by the firelight.
"Thunder, you can remove your armor for now. There is no lingering threat upon us, for now we can relax and gain our strength. You need to rest; you are no good as Captain if you are exhausted as well." His voice could weaken her; send her into a whimpering puddle. If she would allow it, since she came to this world she has only indulged in such pleasures only a few times and they were all with Thoran. That was before the war and before Thoran became a prince of the Moroi and leader of the largest army known in the history of Alcadia.
"No, My Lord, I will not let my guard down till the war is over. Not while Dreven is still alive." Her voice was cold, but underneath he could hear her yearning to be by his side. He sighed and stroked her wing again, this time her wing shuddered under his touch. That made him smile, something she didn't see very often since the war began. She couldn't let her feelings get in the way; her duty was to King Sephiran, long may he reign, and to ending this war. She turned to face him, her gaze wondering from his vibrant blue eyes to the tips of his boots.
His broad shoulders and thick arms, wide chest and chiseled abdomen were barely hidden beneath the white linen shirt he wore, the laces on his shirt were almost completely undone and showing off his broad chest and his smattering of chest hair. His breeches were of a dark deer skin and his boots were dark brown leather. When she brought her gaze back to his face her jaw almost went slack. His blue eyes were almost glowing with desire; they looked like the deepest and clearest of waters. So deep she could almost drown in them. A warm ball had already formed deep in her belly and the more she gazed upon him, the hotter it grew. She ruffled her feathers and tore her gaze from his before her desires got ahold of her. He moved closer to her and placed a finger under her chin and grasped it with his thumb.
"Thunder, please, we had something before the war, don't let that die now." He sounded sad, almost hurt even. He was a great leader and if all goes well he will be the next King, she couldn't let him throw it all away on her. She was just a Seraph that could wield magic. She wanted to be with him, with every fiber of her being; even her wings wanted his touch. But with so much on the line, she couldn't risk anything to happen. She looked into his eyes and could see his pain; she could feel the burning of tears welling up in her eyes. She never cried, not since the King had passed or it was for Thoran; the first time he was injured in battle she cried all night long till morning when she got news that he had already healed. He was a Moroi vampire of royal lineage and was already in line for the throne.
"Thoran," her voice was soft and shaky, "Thoran I ca-," he cut her off with a kiss. Small and tender, his cool lips lighting a fire on hers and turning her blood to boil. Even though the kiss was tender it left her breathless. She could feel the heat spreading across her cheeks; her very reaction told him she still wanted to be with him, no matter what she said.
"I know what you are going to say, but please," he grasped her hand with his other hand and cupped her cheek with the one that was already on her face, "Please, don't push me away. I know that the war has changed everything, but it has never changed the way that I feel about you. I know you are from a world much different than my own, but you belong here with me by my side forever, as my Queen." His voice was soft and his eyes shown with desire and his true love for her. She could see it and even feel it; she loved him as well, even if she couldn't say it. She nodded her head and he knew what she meant. "Now take off that wretched armor and come to bed, we have a quiet night for once. Let's enjoy it while it lasts." With that she removed her armor and then went to his chambers to sleep. All was well for the night.
For now.
When she awoke she could feel Thoran's strong chest beneath her cheek, she raised her head and propped her chin on his chest. She watched him as he slept and smiled, the moments of their activities from earlier in the night flashed in her mind. She closed her eyes and revisited those moments; Thoran's hot breath against her flesh, she could remember his corded muscles underneath the flesh of his taunt chest, the pure ecstasy from the mutual orgasm they reached, the feeling of his hot seed pumping her full to the brim. A warm ball formed in her stomach as she remembered the feeling of Thoran driving into her with everything he was worth, it had been several years since the last time they had been together like that. She wished that they could remain like this forever, but the realization that they were still in a time of war shattered through the glorious memories of last night.
She laid her head against Thoran's cool chest once more and tried to go back to sleep, that was when she heard a ruckus in the distance; she leapt out of bed caring little that she was naked. She stood stock still as she listened to the noises, closing her eyes and using her magic to magnify the sounds. She could hear many new voices that she didn't recognize; she knew every voice of everyone in her command. These were definitely new, mostly women with two males; one older and one younger. Who were these new voices, she wondered?
With a huff she grabbed Thoran's linen shirt and her boots and leapt out the window, her great wings unfurling and catching the wind with ease. Her blood raced as she glided down across the courtyard and in through an open window, landing with fluid grace and power in front of the group of new people. When she stood she almost gasped in shock at what she saw.
These people were all naked; the guards hadn't even offered to give them any clothes or to cover themselves with. She looked to one of the guards in the front and glared at him. He quickly looked away and turned to look at the floor, he even cowed away from her gaze. She ruffled her wings as she continued to observe the group. Five of them had wings like her, all of them women, and three of them had horns as well. One of the other ladies had a horn as well, but lacked wings. One of the men, the young one, looked like a drake being. Two of the ladies didn't look special, for the exception of the one having extremely curly and very pink hair. The other man made her arch a brow; he was a Lord of Chaos. What also made them all unique was they were covered in a soft fur like her and the women all had unique markings on their hips, just like her.
"Follow me," with that she turned away from them and started towards the study. It'd be better to bring them there, that way the other soldiers wouldn't see them. No need to further embarrass the women more than they already are. As they walked she listened closely to them, trying to see if they would talk amongst each other, the only noises she heard were squeaks coming from the little seraph that had been clutching the chaos lord. It seemed that every little noise and sudden movement would startle her. She inwardly sighed and shook her head at this little mouse; she wouldn't last very long in this world.
As they approached the study the doors swung open suddenly making the little yellow seraph squeal in terror, Thunder could practically hear her shaking in fear. Thoran stood in the door wearing his breeches and his boots, but no shirt, making her remember that she had taken his shirt when she took flight out the window. He stepped out to greet the new group when he spotted the chaos lord; he froze in his steps and let out a low growl. He lunged at him and threw him against the stone wall, the yellow one screamed in terror and tried to stay in between Thoran and the chaos lord. The chaos lord had a brief flash of fear before anger erupted over his face as he tried to shield the yellow one from Thoran.
"How dare you come into my castle?" Thoran practically roared into the chaos lord's face, his fangs were bared as he snarled at him in rage. Thunder had leapt into action when Thoran had lunged for the lord; she pushed hard as she tried to wrench them apart. There couldn't be a fight right now when they didn't even know who these people were.
"Thoran, release him! We need answers from them and we can't get them if you kill him," she raised her voice at him as she finally pulled them apart, "Now you are both gentlemen and you will behave accordingly or I will personally rake you across the coals myself and throw you in the stockades." She snarled at them, both of them looked at her in surprise and they could stare dumbfounded all they wanted; she wasn't going to allow them to start a fight now. "Now if you are finished, may we continue with getting these people into the study, clothed and get some answers." She glared and shifted her gaze between both men. They looked at her, back at themselves and nodded like two boys that had been scolded.
"Please, pardon my outburst; my name is Prince Thoran Vivaldi Bladislous, welcome to my castle and I do apologize for the conditions here. You arrived at a bad time, we are in the middle of a war and times have been tough." He returned to his regal and proper stature, stepping aside to allow them to enter the study, but not before he told the guards and Thunder heard him whisper, "Keep an eye on him," which only made Thunder growl at him and glare, Thunder shot him a glare in return.
As they all settled around the room, linen shirts were passed around to the women and breeches to the men. The women with wings had difficulty, except for the blue one since her chest was on the small side. Thunder evaluated them as they took their places around the study. The horned seraphs all had nice figures, large chests and hips with narrow waists, all of them had tattoos all in the same location as her own tattoos.
The purple one had a smaller bust than the other seraphs, yet substantially larger than the other women except for the yellow seraph. Her horn was larger than the white horned woman but smaller than the other two horned seraphs. Her fur was purple, her hair and tail were violet, purple and pink and her eyes were dark purple, they were large and full of wisdom aside from her fear and uneasy. Her tattoo was a dark pink star that was surrounded by five smaller, white bunches of sparkles.
The white horned seraph was the largest of them all, except for the Lord of Chaos, her fur was white and her tattoo was a celestial sun. Her hair and tail was a mass of cyan, light green, violet and pink and it seem to flow like water, almost like it was gravity defying. Her bust strained greatly against the linen material, tearing it slightly at the top where the laces were, her nipples dug into it and her hips were too large for the linen shirt; so she was bared open for the group to see and her attempts to pull the shirt down were meaningless unless she held it down. She had large eyes that were filled with warmth, even in the situation that they were in.
The dark blue horned seraph was smaller than the white one and similar in build and her hair and tail were similar as the white one only a different color. Her tattoo was a crescent moon on a swatch of black as if it was to represent the moon in the night sky. Her coat was a dark blue and her hair and tail was a blue with a translucent blue border. Her bust was slightly smaller than the white horned seraph and her hips weren't nearly as large, yet still large enough that she struggled against the linen material. Her nipples could still be seen digging into the material as it strained against her bust, her hips were small enough for the linen material to slip down them and cover her as long as she didn't move her legs too much. Her eyes teal and large like the white one, soft and warm, even as she stood there quivering like a leaf.
The blue seraph, who had perched herself on the back of one of the couches with her back to the rest of the group, had a slender and lithe figure, she was built for flight. Her bust was small, the smallest of the group, and her hips weren't as large either, but very muscular overall. Her blue coat reminded Thunder of the sky and her tattoo was a white cloud with a striking rainbow lightning bolt. Her hair and tail was also rainbow in color with six different colors; purple, blue, green, yellow, orange and red, like that of a rainbow. Her eyes are a strong red color, but not like that of blood, but of a rose, they shined with strength and confidence. She held her chin up in defiance almost, but she held a smirk on her face until she locked eyes with Thunder and then she ducked her chin slightly and broke eye contact. There was still fear in there, even if she didn't want to show it.
The yellow seraph was curled into the chest of the Lord of Chaos; Thunder got a decent look at her while she was struggling into the linen shirt that had been given to her and Thunder was surprised at what she had seen. Her bust strained against the linen, stretching it as far as it would give, her nipples could be seen digging into the material. She certainly came close to matching the white horned seraph in bust size, her hips weren't quite as large as the white one. She had a tiny waist and her features were dainty, her eyes were large like a doe and her lips were delicate as if they had been painted on. Her hair was a soft pink and some of it draped over her face like a curtain. For being a flier, she was certainly not built for flying. She was terrified of everything, once she was settled back into the arms of the Lord of Chaos she stopped trembling even though she wouldn't look out and anyone.
The white horned woman had a slender figure, not as shapely as the others but not as slender as the blue seraph. Her bust was large by most standards, but not as large as the purple horned seraph, it strained slightly against the material but not much. Her fur was white, her hair and tail was multiple layers of indigo and it curled, even though it was a little mangled as if being through a rough skirmish. Her horn was smaller than the purple seraph and her tattoo was three diamonds. Her eyes were azure and they was slightly blood shot as if from crying and they showed fear as well.
The other two women looked as if there was nothing special about them. One was a light orange color with white freckles on her cheek; her hair and tail were blonde and her eyes were green. Her figure was very muscular with a decent sized bust and her hips were also of decent size, her thighs were filled with corded muscles; she was definitely used to hard labor. Her tattoos were three red apples. The other woman had light pink fur with dark pink hair and tail and it was extremely curly, her tattoo was three balloons one yellow and two blue. Hey bust was large, slightly smaller than the yellow seraph. Her eyes were light blue and even in this situation were full of life and happiness. She didn't even show much fear at all, Thunder admired her bravery.
As her eyes finally fell onto the Lord of Chaos, this demon she had known through legends and myths whenever she would read the books in the great library in the King's castle. He was a draconequus, the head of a pony-like being with a goat horn on the left and a stag antler on the right, a single fang and a beard like that of a goat. He had a lion right arm, an eagle's talon on the left, a dragon leg on the right and a goat leg on the left. He had a right bat wing and a Pegasus left wing, a snake tail and tongue as well with different sized pupils. His body was covered in brown fur, his head was grey. His scales were green and his other appendages matched the colors of the appropriate animal they came from. He was definitely a unique being to look upon. The breeches that had been given to him where a little short on his legs and didn't fit him right, they did fit in the waist so he stayed covered.
The dragon-like demon was small in size; although he was muscular he still had a layer of fat that made his face puffy as well as his stomach. Whereas the Lord of Chaos had slightly defined abdominal muscles, the dragon being had a layer of fat that kept his muscles hidden. He was covered in purple scales with green spikes run from the top of his head to the tip of his tail. His scales were very well kept as were his spikes, very uncommon for a dragon demon of his young age. His eyes were a bright green with the usual slits like all dragon demons, he stayed close to the white horned woman and kept an strong watch on the purple horned seraph. The breeches that Thoran gave him were entirely too large for him and he had to keep a clawed hand on the waist of them to keep them from falling to the floor.
Once Thunder had finished her evaluation of the group and Thoran had finished handing out clothes to everyone, she decided it was time to introduce herself properly. She watched the group a little longer and then looked at Thoran as if to make sure he wasn't going to try to jump the Lord of Chaos again. As she stepped up and gained the groups attention, she took her authoritive stature, even without her armor she still looked quite formidable and she knew it.
"Now that everyone has settled in and is clothed its time that we learned somethings about ourselves, Prince Thoran and myself do not want you to feel like you are prisoners while you are stay with us, but we do have questions that need answering. I will start the introductions since Thoran already introduced himself before jumping the Lord of Chaos. I am Thunder…" She was suddenly cut off by the white horned seraph as she made an outburst.
"Thunder Storm is it really you?" Her eyes began to get misty as she gazed at her with complete shock and happiness at the same time. She had a hand covering her mouth in surprise as she stepped forward. Thunder shifted into a defensive stance as she approached her.
"How do you know me?" Her voice was clipped and cold.
"Oh I do apologize for my outburst, but I am just surprised is all. I had thought that something terrible had befallen you all those years ago." She smiled at her innocently, happiness radiated from her. Thunder stared at her coldly, even though confusion was churning beneath her cold surface. "You were so young when you were lost, I'm certain your family will be happy to know that you are safe and alive."
"I do not have a family, the King was the only family I have ever had," her voice remained cold, her gaze was piercing like ice.
"Oh of course you do, you even have a sister who is with us now," everyone just stared at her dumbfounded; "Rainbow Dash is your sister." She smiled warmly at her.
