Princess Dawnheart is on a quest with Lance, her most trusted knight, to save her kingdom. The quest is to find the fabled "Sword of Harmony" which is said to turn any enemy into an ally and raise the morale of any kingdom that wields it. By seeking this sword, they have unknowingly become part of an old love story between two nations. A story involving two herm fertility goddesses. One of the sea and one of the land.

As princess Dawnheart turns into a curvy, aquatic, herm dragon goddess with two prehensile cocks, Lance becomes a voluptuous and very hung herm horse. Their new instincts, combined with their deep affection for each other, draws them into a mating frenzy that ends with them both carrying new life. The sword they quested for definitely has the power to save their kingdom, but not in the way anyone expected.

The Sword of Hermony
by Hazel (Zmeydros) and Sarahvixen
(Edited by Harriett (Zmeydros) and WolfLeah)

The sound of hoofbeats on thick forest loam echoed softly against the surrounding trees. As the two riders crested the top of a hill, they were confronted by a cliff's edge. Below, waves crashed against black sandy shoreline while seagulls feasted on tasty crustaceans and tiny clams.

One rider, a slender woman with soft brown hair and smooth skin, was wearing a flowing dress that betrayed her royal pedigree and hid most of her other features. The dress had forced her to ride, far too long a distance, side-saddle. Written on her saddle in elegant calligraphy was "Princess Dawnheart." 

Pulling her horse to a stop at the edge of the cliffs that overlooked the beach, she looked down at the sea. She'd been told, numerous times that her kingdom stretched from the northern mountains, to the sea on the east, and all the way down to the southern badlands, but this was the first time she'd ever seen the ocean in person.

"Lance, where does the map say we need to go once we hit the coast?" She turned to her attendant, who had paused his horse next to hers. If she was being honest with herself, he was the one doing most of the heavy lifting on this quest. She had come because it was her duty, not because she had the skills needed to truly affect the outcome.
	
Lance's horse was black with a long mane that matched Lance's nimble, lanky build. Though he spent most of his time with his nose in historical and legal texts, he kept up on his knight's training and wore his chainmail well. The close-cropped auburn hair on his head was full of cowlicks due to slow curls that he never let grow out. His face was pointy enough that, even when he smiled, his nose pointed accusingly to whoever he was talking to.

"Glad you should ask, m'lady. Dusk is approaching, so it's more likely we might get separated." Lance reached into a pouch at his side and pulled out a book made of fine, ancient vellum. Opening it to a page near the center, marked by a thin leather strap, he held it up near his face. "If we cross out of the tree line just past that large stump ahead, we can follow a path down to the beach and turn left. By the time we get to the cave, the tide should be at its lowest."

"And that cave has the ruins that we're looking for, right?" Princess Dawnheart asked. She was speaking more from memory, having done at least her fair share of research about the topic of their quest. She'd spent far too much of her life being waited on hand and foot and was determined to be useful on this very important task.

A rival kingdom had laid siege to the capital, and her people were at risk of being kept from the fields during the critical growing and harvesting months. If the campaign continued, her people would face famine. But the Sword of Harmony could change all that. It was said to have the ability to turn any enemy into an ally, and raise the morale of the kingdom that wielded it. The sword was fabled to have united her kingdom with a mythical sea kingdom off the coast. There was even some proof in the form of coastal ruins and fortifications that were built with a blend of her kingdom's architecture and a mysterious architecture that had no parallel on this continent. One of those ruins was where they were headed now.

"Indeed!" Lance put the book back into his pouch. "If the cave is where it should be, I'm quite sure we'll find those ruins." He flicked the reins and his horse set out ahead. 

They went past some spindly pine trees and down the craggy, basaltic cliffside. The golden light of the sun was making the black sand beach glitter.

When they turned left to go up the coast, the low tide gave them a good thirty feet of space between the fifty-foot-high cliffs and the softly crashing surf. They rode near the cliffs because the dry sand was much easier on the horses' locomotion.

The closer they got, the more excited Dawnheart got. She had a very good feeling about this location. Local rumors and legends told of the Sword of Harmony in a dozen different places, one was even supposedly stuck in a stone in a church courtyard, but this location was the only one that had textual evidence backing it up. Lance had been the one to find the book that described it and brought it to her father's attention. At first, her father had been hesitant, but eventually he gave in and allowed them to undertake this quest. It had mostly been at her own urging and she suspected it was mostly to get her out of the capital while the enemy army marched closer.

She didn't care though. Lance believed her, and had been her ardent supporter and confidant through the journey. He was so very smart,  listened when she spoke of her duty, reassured her when she felt weak, and was perpetually compassionate. He had become the closest friend she had outside of her nannies back at the castle. Once they returned in triumph, she'd ask her father to make Lance the head of her personal guard.

As they rounded a cliff, they saw the entrance to the cave exactly where it was supposed to be. She felt the grin on her face turn into a beaming smile as she flicked the reins and urged her horse on faster. The cave itself was low enough that high tide would fill it two thirds of the way up with seawater.

The entrance to the cave was rather unassuming, but as Lance got closer to it, he stopped.

"Look at that spot on the upper right. The rest of the opening is ragged, but it's smooth and straight for two feet here." Lance got off his horse and looked at the area below what he'd pointed out. 

Jutting up out of the sand about six inches was another flat section of the cave's basalt that had been smoothed. It was about a foot deep and a foot and a half across.

"Oh wow! There used to be a formation here that narrowed the cave's entrance and someone removed it. I can't wait to see what's further inside." He motioned for Dawnheart to take a look.

Dawnheart dismounted her horse with the same elegance that had been drilled into her since she was able to walk. Despite the sand and shells, she gracefully strode to the entrance of the cave. Just as Lance had said, it was clear that sections of this naturally-formed cave had been altered by a skilled hand. The entrance was wider, the floor was polished smooth and perfectly even, and despite being too low to ride, it was clear the ceiling had been heightened to allow walking without needing to stoop over.

"This is incredible work, especially for how old these ruins are supposed to be. And the stone seems have been barely weathered by the elements. Do you think it's been treated somehow?" Dawnheart asked.

"Actually, m'lady, basalt is extremely hard to work. The elements require an immense amount of time to tame it. I also feel the mark of strong magics here. There's a pulsing to it, like waves. I think we're near a leyline. I imagine you feel it too." He held out his hands, pressed them together and then said, "The light of ancestors, the glittering of their golden cities." 

He made a diamond shape with his hands and in the center of that diamond, a sphere of light appeared. As he pulled the diamond apart, the sphere grew to the size of a grapefruit and glowed brightly. He tossed the globule of light above his head as he entered the cave and it followed him. The walls had definitely been carved by swirling magic, leaving a pattern in the walls similar to the cross section of a twisted tree.

There were five chambers inside. Four of them were full of water-logged, wooden bed frames with the tattered remnants of wool mattresses. There was a briny scent with a strong hint of kelp throughout. The beds in these bedrooms were massive: about eight feet across. Anything of value had been removed, but the carvings on the walls remained. The far chamber opposite the entrance looked like it had been a storehouse for valuables and food. There were pedestals near the center carved into elements of a kitchen and a massive table with benches carved out of the basalt as well.

By far, the most interesting fixture of the entire complex was the pristine, jade rectangle in the center on a perfectly-fitting basalt pillar. It sat at chest height, a third the size of a coffin. Exactly the size one would expect for a box containing a longsword.

Below it was an inscription and five protrusions with ancient words on them.

"M'lady, I think this would be a grand time for you to practice your ancient Genetousan. Remember, if you want to say any of it aloud, it's very close to our language, but some of the consonants have been softened over the centuries"

Dawnheart smiled, rushing toward the raised altar. She had been captivated the first time that Lance performed magic in front of her. At the time, she'd been taught the theory, the ideas of magic, but never taught how to cast it herself as it was figured that she would always have someone available to cast magic for her. But Lance had changed that, taking her knowledge and turning it into practical application. She was proud to say she now knew five spells, which was five more than she knew before the quest had started. 

"Well, if I'm reading this correctly, it's a random string of words that may be arranged into a sentence. I think we need to press them in the correct order to unlock the altar." She smiled at her own intelligence, then got to work. It was not hard, she knew ancient Genetousan because several treaties were written in that language, and this was far simpler than the flowery legal language used in those. What caused her to pause was the second word in the sentence. 

"Maybe my Genetousan is rusty, but I don't recognize this symbol. It LOOKS like the symbol for an E, but... what could Hermony mean? Shouldn't it be Harmony?"

Lance's composure cracked for the first time since the quest had started. He got on his knees in front of the word with the offending letter and stared for a moment before pulling out the tome he'd referenced to get them there. 

After looking back and forth for a bit, he shrugged. "There's two possibilities. Either someone very skilfully defaced this character or perhaps the dialect shifted over time and the pronunciation of the vowels "e" and "a" got swapped. It happened in our own language with "e" and "i" after all."

"That has to be it. Sword of Hermony is just gibberish." He looked at the book again, flipping through a few pages. "Yeah, every reference to it I can find says it's a sword of Harmony. It's a symbol of the friendship between our peoples."

"Well, in that case, the answer has to be: True, Harmony, Breeds, The, Future." She said as she carefully pressed each word in sequence.

There was a soft pop as she pressed the last symbol, and the quartz lid of the case shifted slightly as whatever was holding it in place loosened.

"That's an odd translation." Lance looked at the protrusions that turned out to be little levered buttons. "Huh, seems they were quite sensual with their metaphors." He smirked as he stood up and looked into the case.

"The specific words are slightly different from the meanings of what I said out loud. The word they used for 'true' could also mean 'real' or 'existing' where 'future' might be more accurately translated as 'Continuation' or 'Tomorrow,' but for the sake of the sentence's meaning, what I said was probably the best translation."

Inside, lay a gleaming, polished sword that seemed to have not deteriorated at all, probably because the case was keeping out both air and seawater. Proudly etched into the fuller of the blade was the word "Harmony", and the hilt was studded with jewels, shining blue sapphires representing the sea, and sparkling green emeralds representing the land, meeting in the middle of the hilt where a huge purple amethyst connected the two. It was stunning in its beauty, but the blade itself was almost completely unadorned, and even to her untrained eye, the edge looked honed and ready to cut.

Reaching down, he carefully lifted the lid off the case and set it to the side. Then he grabbed the sword's gold-and-silver-gilded scabbard. The patterns on it mirrored the patterns on the wall, the gold and silver mixing in turbulent patterns. Five lines of small amethysts, with the center of the five being the longest, decorated the front of the sheath. The loop for the belt was opposite a gold clam shell on the end.

Scanning his eyes across the sheath, he found a spot where tiny amethysts had been carefully laid out to depict a scene. There was a horse person naked as well as a naked anthropomorphic dragon in a rather compromising position. It wasn't detailed enough for him to see what was going on where their groins met, but a blush spread across his cheeks nonetheless.

"Take a look at this, m'lady. I think it's a depiction of Ashinara The Horse Mother and Sahasei The Sea Mother making the Genetousan islands rise above the sea." 

"I... don't think I've heard THAT version of the myth. Though I wouldn't be surprised if my teachers decided to hide certain aspects they felt were inappropriate." She huffed softly, she had seen her twentieth spring, she was an adult now, but everyone at the castle seemed so intent on keeping her sheltered. If it weren't for the crisis the nation faced, she might very well have lived her whole life surrounded by cold, stone walls.

"Myths are very often cleansed of the parts offensive to the court. That's why I've been so passionate about original sources. It makes perfect sense for creation myths to involve intimate entanglements. I bet over half of the mentions of wrestling in secondary sources were covering up carnal acts."

"I wouldn't doubt it." Dawnheart frowned. When they got this sword home, the crisis would pass and... she would once again be stuck behind stone walls, a means to her country's end. She sighed softly and then reached out to grip the sword handle in front of her. It felt surprisingly light, at least lighter than what she had always imagined a sword would weigh. "It seems that our quest is successful. I hope this sword can do everything the legends say."

She carefully slipped the sword into the scabbard that Lance was still holding, before gently lifting it from his hands. As she held the sword, standing right in front of Lance, a passing fancy washed over her. "I had intended to do this when we got back, but I can't imagine a better time than now. Sir Lance, please kneel."

Lance knelt hesitantly on the damp floor of the cave in disbelief. He didn't deserve the honor she was going to bestow. In all this time, this is only the third occasion in which he'd actually managed to free Dawnheart from the prison of her duties as the next head of state. The first two had been when they were both teenagers and had resulted in severe punishment.

The confused look on Lance's face pleased her. She drew the blade once again, before slowly touching one shoulder with it. "I hereby declare you my Knight Champion, captain of my guard, highest amongst peers. May you serve long and honorably." She moved the blade to his other shoulder, hesitating a moment before adding something of her own. "And may you stay at my side as long as I shall live."

As she brought the sword down on each chainmail-clad shoulder, tears beaded at the corners of Lance's eyes. Tears that fell at the end of Dawnheart's statement. He knew they shared a similar fondness, but having it out in the open in this way felt overwhelming. "I will serve as long as you'll have me, m'lady." Looking up into her eyes, he smiled brightly, not trying to hide the tears.

The wetness the tears had left behind began reflecting a magenta glow as the Sword of Harmony cast its own light and started vibrating. Vibrations which traveled up Dawnheart's arms, spreading across her chest and neck. Her nipples ached as she felt pressure on her bust, along with two sensitive spots under her breasts. The vibrations spread down her belly to her groin, making her clit swell between her pussy lips. Dawnheart gasped and nearly dropped the sword as the vibrations and pleasurable sensations became even more pronounced.

"Dawnheart?!" Lance's eyes darted to the magenta glowing blade, which was still touching his right shoulder. "Are you--?" 

A calm, smooth voice rang out from the sword. "She who holds the sword of Hermony shall become the new Mother of The Sea. Daughter to Sahasei. Spiritual envoy to the Genetousan people."

Lance's eyes widened. "It speaks?" 

While hearing the sword speak would normally have been the most shocking thing that Dawnheart experienced, the rush of energy that was cascading across her body left her feeling very strange, and yet also good. Her skin felt like it was being massaged by a wool sweater. It was impossible to see what was happening under the long sleeves of her dress, but her arms, scalp, legs, and nethers were all tingling and prickling. She moaned, gripping the blade tighter as her eyes developed a magenta glow, their color changing to a bright cyan as the glow faded.

"Haaa! Ohh, I--" Her words were cut off as she gasped, the corset under her dress feeling tighter. The laces let out small pops as threads started to tear. The sensations of her now-cyan-colored nipples, and growing mounds under her breasts, pressing into the fabric, made her feel like squirming and moaning.  She held it all back, not willing to show that much just yet. It wasn't the first time she had been forced to suppress her womanly needs, but she'd never been caught this off guard.

She staggered away from Lance, managing to avoid cutting him with the blade as her feet cramped in her shoes. "Lance, I'm feeling something. It's so GOOD!" she gasped out as her back spasmed, thrusting her chest forward to the audible sound of laces snapping and leather creaking.

The threads in the shoulders of her dress snapped quickly as her shoulders and biceps gained muscle. Magenta scales were now becoming visible as the arms of her dress started popping loose. A smooth layer of fat was forming just under her scales, making her form even more bulky.

The seams in her undergarments started snapping as her corset fell away. A knot at the base of her tailbone ached and throbbed until she noticed a tail tip pressing against her panties. The mound between her legs was gaining volume, plumping up so much that her labia were now squshing against each other. Her clit was shoving its way forward, making a tent in her panties. Her nose was shrinking into her face as her jaws advanced. Sharp front teeth filling in her growing muzzle.

"M'lady! What has gotten into you?!" Lance's exasperated look soon became one of deep confusion as his brow furrowed and his mouth fell open.

"The Sea Mother requires her steed, her other half, her mate. You shall become the envoy of the Roherian people and take on the countenance of Ashinara, The Horse Mother." The sword's voice rang out. "Rejoice, our peoples will be united once more!" An arc of magenta energy jumped from the sword to Lance's forehead. His eyes glowed magenta as they turned from light blue to a deep honey brown.

A patch of white fur spread out from where the arc hit. As it spread across his face, large spots of reddish-brown fur interrupted the white. He was panting, eyes wide, terrified.

Dawnheart was quickly getting too big for the clothes she was wearing and the moment the sleeves of her dress started ripping, she growled at the feeling of confinement and started shredding her clothing. Her lengthening legs were making it so her dress was no longer covering her shins and soon her knees would be exposed. Her tail lifted the back of her dress as it grew more muscular, longer, and thicker. The upper part of her dress and corset were both ripped away from her growing breasts as she thrashed and moaned. Both pairs of tits were inching outward, each pulse of sensation through her adding more muscles, more layers of smooth fat, leaving her strong and curvy. 

One hand traced her new nipples, feeling the raw sensation from them for the first time was like pressing small coals against her skin, except instead of burning, it was only bliss. The other hand was tracing something below that, feeling her abdomen as the fat covered it, giving it a sleek but plump look. 

She could feel something moving inside her, pressing against her insides, causing her inner muscles to clench and ripple as if she was having that time of the month. Feminine juices were leaking out of her, making the light orange scales of her inner thighs glisten. Those orange scales matched her belly scales while dark magenta scales covered the rest of her body, save for lower arms and legs, as well as her face. It wouldn't be long, though, scales were quickly spreading in all directions.

Between her legs, her clit ached with such intense ecstasy that she nearly blacked out when her hand first touched it. It was already three inches long and still pulsing, pushing outwards with each heartbeat. She cried out as the tip of her clit split down the middle, separating into two sensitive, cyan shafts. She grunted as she felt whatever was moving inside her press against her pelvic floor. Thrusting softly, she pushed trying to force what had to be her new balls into the loose sac that had formed just below her clits.

Princess Dawnheart fell to all fours, letting go of the sword and scabbard. Spreading her thighs while looking back at Lance with acute need on her face, she blushed deeply. "Please, my... mmmmm, my knight champion, assist your princess. Her cleft calls for your turgid flesh."

Lance's terror quickly turned into a not-so-quiet desperation to get his boots off as the nails on his middle toes were pressing painfully against the inside of his boots. His other toes tingled, getting smaller as he pulled his left boot off and the sock that went with it. After making quick work of his other boot, he gasped. His other toes shrunk away as his middle toes formed horse hooves. White floofy fur grew on his ankles and hooves while shorter fur filled in on his lower legs. Interrupting the white fur were little dapples and large splotches of reddish brown fur.

He yelped in surprise as his balls plumped up and divided to form ovaries. They pressed against his groin from inside his sac as his ass gained enough mass that his breeches were painfully tight. As he struggled to get his breeches off, his chest swelled outwards, making breathing more difficult. "Oh dear!" He nearly fell over as his tailbone burst forth, quickly filling in with a mixture white and reddish-brown horse hair.

As if emboldened by being freed from his breeches, his balls ballooned in size, hanging lower and lower between his thighs. His foreskin turned dark brown and bunched up against his groin, forming a sheath. His shaft and balls took on the same dark brown color gained beautiful pink mottling. His dick shoved its way further and further from his loins, thickening and gaining a medial ring.

"Haah! AAAH!" He struggled to get his hauberk off as his nipples got mashed up against his clothing and breathing became nearly impossible. Tossing his hauberk to the side, he grabbed his undershirt. He was too late. A tearing sound echoed throughout the cave, his huge tits spilling out and bouncing enticingly.

A blush burned on his cheeks as he tried to hold his hands in front of his groin. He'd never had to cover tits too. His composure fell apart when his ovaries popped inside, however. "Hnnngghhh!" He squirmed and gasped, grabbing his middle as his insides shifted around.

His human face was subsumed by equine features, his lips thickening and nose flattening as his jaws pressed forth. Fur spread up his chest and down his arms as his ears lengthened. His hips widened, his thighs thickened, and his sides trimmed into the hourglass figure of a strong, sturdy woman. He stumbled a bit on his hooves, and his tail flailed a lot, but he soon learned to amble toward his princess.

Dawnheart's tail grew just past three feet long. The scales that ran along the top were a deep magenta color that sparkled in the light, while the underside was covered by the same light orange scales that covered her inner thighs and ran all the way up her front to the underside of her chin. It was a gorgeous color that reminded her of oceanic sunsets.

"NNGGGHHH!" A powerful contraction rippled through Dawnheart's abdomen, giving the final push to send her balls practically flying into their new sac. They hung downward more and more as they swelled bigger and bigger. Her cocks were flailing at nearly a foot long now while splattering clear, slippery precum across her tits. All four of them.

Lance grabbed handfuls of his tits. A gasp of pain escaped his lips while his horse tongue stuck out, getting longer and more muscular. The pinching in his jaws from his teeth thickening and shifting was uncomfortable, but he easily found comfort by playing with his fat nipples. The shifting in his maw settled down as his ears grew longer and he got a head of white hair with reddish-brown streaks. He moaned now that the pleasure from his tits had nothing interfering with it. Everywhere fur was filling in was feeling exceptionally good. The pulling in his abdomen as his womb formed gave him bliss that made his extremities tingle.

Dawnheart's face was undergoing a similar transformation to Lance's, though her muzzle was rounder, with sharp teeth lining the front.  Her ears stretched out, becoming elongated, scaly versions of horse ears. Her neck thickened and lengthened. Scales overtook her scalp, causing her hair to drop to the floor in clumps. Finally, her feet stretched out, gaining claws on her toes while also pushing her into a digitigrade stance that left her much taller than she had been before. The space between her feet and hands became webbed, though it was loose enough that she had to spread her hands completely to tighten the webbing, leaving her still able to use things such as pens and utensils.

But while the physical changes were extreme enough, nothing prepared her for the thoughts that crashed through her mind. They came in the form of new instincts and ancestral memories. Scenes of her people, or the ones who would become her people, crowded against the shore in lively, colorful cities. Of the great harmony between the two peoples, one of the earth, the other of the sea, and the yearly ritual that bound them. Of countless supplicants coming to temples like this one, and being granted the boons of their allies. Formerly sea locked or land locked peoples able to meet, to mingle, to BREED.

Sniffing with his big, equine nostrils, Lance picked up Dawnheart's scent. Something deep and instinctual stirred within him. All his life, he'd been a creature of reason and prudence, but it was now like his heart was beating for the first time. Dawnheart's new draconic form, especially now that she had growing, pendulous balls hanging from her loins, in addition to her pussy, was beautiful. The yearning from his more-than-a-foot-long cock, which was now getting a flare and medial ring, was overpowering his good sense. He had to put it in something, he had to sate his desire for her.

"I've never felt this alive. This free." Lance's voice was higher, but with a seductive huskiness to it. "I've always wondered what it was like to be a woman, but I never thought both of us would end up something more. You see, your instructors never told you that Sahasei and Ashinara were hermaphrodites. Perhaps if I wasn't so fond of you, I could resist these magics. I feel you need this too." He got behind Dawnheart and took a deep sniff of the floral and musky scents her sexes were giving off. It reminded him of molasses and salmon broth as he licked into her thick-lipped snatch. 

"Oh, I do! This is incredible. You are incredible!" Dawnheart fondled her breasts, blushing at how full they were.

Lance licked out her pussy while she finished changing, his mind swarming with instincts and unfulfilled urges. The scales against his muzzle were smooth and wet and she was radiating warmth. His womb was aching as he licked deep into her with his powerful equine tongue. The plumpness of her pussy lips, the sheer size of her clit, made him desperate to please her. He grabbed her balls, his pussy twitching as he fondled them. Moaning into her pussy, he squirmed with need. His prick dripped pre onto the floor while he lapped hungrily.

Wait, he didn't feel like a guy anymore. That clenching, needy passage between his legs and his heavy tits felt so pleasing. No, he was no longer a man... 

Lance had always wondered about the gods and why so many of them were hermaphrodites. But it wasn't a question anymore. There was a power in this form: the power to give or receive life. Of course this was how gods should be. She, once a human male, had now been cast in their image and could experience their divine pleasures.

As Lance's tongue continued to pleasure Dawnheart's swollen, needy snatch, the urge to breed rocked through Dawnheart's body. Her twin phalluses writhed and squirmed against each other as they squirted slick, musky precum across the floor and her belly. Her body felt so empty, but so pent up at the same time, and there was a war raging in her mind about which need to satisfy first. Deep in her heart, no matter what form she took, Dawnheart was still a princess, a ruler, and she knew what her duty was. If she happened to take some pleasure from it, it would not be bad for anyone, right?

"Oooh, my dear, sweet knight. Your tongue feels amazing, but I am afraid I must request something else from you. I shall receive your pleasure in due time, but first, I must grant my pleasure to you. Let me show you how amazing it is to be a woman."

After cleaning up the wetness that was going down the back of Dawnheart's balls with her tongue, Lance sat back and grinned. "We're more than women, we have become like the gods themselves. Please show me anything you like, princess. I want to experience everything this new form has to offer." 

Princess... no, that was feeling like an incomplete title now, though she did not know what else to replace it with. Dawnheart shook her head to clear it. Then she smiled, pushing her tail down and using the new muscles to leverage herself into a spin. She spun her upper body around with ease, leaving her legs to stagger to maintain her balance. She laid a tender hand on Lance's shoulder and looked her in the eyes as she leaned forward. "I have wanted to do this for so long," she whispered before leaning in and connecting their lips in a passionate, soul-searing kiss. Dawnheart could taste her own flavor on her knight's, no, her mate's lips. Dawnheart's cyan tongue, both wide and strong, but with a forked tip, slipped into Lance's muzzle. Dawnheart could feel her heart pounding, the short, bristly fur of Lance's muzzle gently tickling against her scales.

The kiss was so passionate, so full of affection, that Lance didn't return it immediately. But then, after a few seconds, she reached out for Dawnheart's cheeks and kissed back with every bit of passion her princess, no her goddess was giving her. She used her more powerful tongue to wrestle with Dawnheart's more nimble one. Her hot breaths puffed out of her equine nostrils as she worked to keep up with this oral embrace. 

When their lips finally separated, they were breathless and looking into each other's eyes. Desire and need surged through Dawnheart so strongly that there was a sudden ache in her abdomen. After a long moan, she gently guided Lance onto her back. She was careful to make sure Lance's new horse tail didn't get squished. Part of her wanted to just run her fingers through it. However, she had other uses for her fingers right now. 

Lance sighed happily. "My goddess, my dear friend, I have always wanted this too. I feel closer to you than ever before even though we're no longer fully ourselves. I've discovered I no longer care how I get to be with you. All I want is for what we have now to grow into something greater."

"Lance... oooh, my goddess. I feel the same, and even more. I cannot describe how much I have wanted to be with you like this, and now the gods have blessed us to have an even more intimate experience than I could have ever imagined." Every word was true. She had pined for her knight for weeks while on the road, but meaningless platitudes about dignity and upholding her nobility had kept her from doing more than allowing fantasies to dance through her mind. But now, here she was, and she wanted to make those fantasies a reality.

Dawnheart gently caressed Lance's firm, heaving tits, feeling the warmth and the short fur that covered them. It would be a lie to claim she'd never done the same to her own breasts, and she used every trick she knew to make sure Lance felt as much bliss as she could provide. Squeezing, kneading, gentle twists, and long, drawn out milking motions that ended with her fingers wrapped around Lance's thick nipples.

Lance squirmed and gasped. "Oh wow!" Her nipples hardened quickly while her prick drooled precum on her belly. 

When Lance's nipples got longer and harder, Dawnheart gave into her desires and took one into her mouth, wrapping her tongue around it and teasing it with the forked tips. It was a feeling she had never imagined and she wondered why she had never done this with another woman before. That said, she was certain it would not have been nearly as magical or meaningful if it wasn't her knight beneath her.

As Dawnheart's tongue and lips teased Lance's new tits, it freed up her hands to caress more of Lance's changed body. Soft, silky horse fur, the powerful muscles she could feel rippling beneath, she took in every sensation with a wonder and reverence that bordered on worshipful. Her scaly hands kept going down the anthro equine body of her lover, carefully avoiding the thick shaft of flesh that jutted from her groin. That would be used later, for now she was showing Lance the wonders of the female form. Her fingers kept going, finding fur giving way to soft, leathery flesh. Then, she found Lance's searing hot and wet mare folds that pulsed the moment she touched them. Lance's clit pressed into her fingers and she gave it a soft, gentle rub before moving down further, her fingers finding the entrance to her lover's tunnel. 

There was this electricity in the air. Every motion of Dawnheart's hands was met with Lance pressing into it, arching her back, writhing. Her areolas and nipples both were very sensitive. The flesh of her tits was supple, but had enough firmness to make them pleasing to squeeze and toy with. The more Dawnheart explored those mounds the more she discovered that even the lightest touches could elicit a response.

But none of this compared to the anticipation, the panting, and the quivering desire as Dawnheart moved her hands down toward Lance's new mare anatomy. Just before Dawnheart's hand reached its target, during a short pause in her motion, Lance uttered a single word: "Please."

Dawnheart teased softly, at first, gently circling the outer lips and smearing the wetness all over. Her fingers trailed on the wet, elastic flesh of Lance's feminine folds and Lance nickered as her pussy winked. In that moment, her clit was pushed outwards and her inner wetness spilled forth. Lance's desperation was becoming more and more obvious, and Dawnheart wasn't one to be cruel, so she plunged four fingers into Lance's quivering marehood. Lance's equine depths were stretchy and huge, more than capable of taking her whole hand, even though all of her had gotten bigger during her transformation. The feeling of muscles clenching and rippling around her fingers was amazing, and she took the time to tease along the inner walls to find every spot that would make her lover nicker and gasp. 

Lance's passage convulsed as she had her first vaginal orgasm. Her whole body moved in waves, her limbs flailing as she whinnied.

Dawnheart hadn't been expecting to make Lance cum so quickly, but she reveled in it none the less. She started to pump her hand in and out, feeling her prehensile dicks rub and grind against the soft, warm fur of Lance's left leg. She felt like she was burning up, the lust, the pleasure, the desire of the moment becoming like a fog in the air that kept her on the edge of something she couldn't even begin to describe. The hard, aching tension in her groin, the way her balls were churning and full while her pussy was feeling so open and empty. The conflicting feelings were starting to tear her apart.

She gently pulled her smooth-scaled hand, now glistening with juices, out of Lance's pussy and gently climbed her way up Lance's body again. She felt the throbbing horse cock dragging across her body, between her four breasts, and across her soft stomach. Wrapping her cocks around it, she pulled it close, pressing it against her clit as she moved upward. Finally, it was at her entrance, her prehensile pricks lightly stroking it as if trying to pull it in. "Now please, make my every dream come true, and fill me up until I am pregnant with your child."

Lance's eyes widened. "I never imagined we'd be able to carry each other's child. There's a beautiful symmetry to it."

Grabbing Dawnheart's hips, Lance tugged her downwards. A gasp escaped Lance's lips as she felt Dawnheart's teardrop-shaped snatch spread across her broad flare. She made an even sharper gasp as her flare popped inside. Lance kept pulling Dawnheart down after the initial clench from her entering was over. She groaned in delight as she felt Dawnheart open up for her thick length. It felt so good that she couldn't help nickering and moaning. The muscles inside were strong and added a lot of texture. When she got to her medial ring, she paused a moment before thrusting her hips upwards to push it inside.

Dawnheart had never felt anything like this in her life. Up until now, any relief had come only at her own fingers, the risk of being caught with anything more deviant was not something she could afford in her position. Her new instincts had not allowed her to hesitate, even with the size of her lover's shaft as it speared deeper and deeper inside her. Despite all logic, there was no pain or discomfort, only pure joy and fulfillment that left her scales tingling and her breath caught in her throat.

It wasn't caught for long though, as she felt herself bottom out, her clit pressing into Lance's pubic bone, sending another jolt of pleasure up her spine. "OOOoh fuck yes..." She blushed for a moment before giggling. "I'm a goddess now, I'm allowed to swear, right?" She ground her hips back and forth, enjoying the fullness and the way her muscles seemed to toy with the rock hard shaft inside her.

"Fuck yes, indeed! We are both goddesses of sex if nothing else."  Lance began thrusting, reveling in the feeling of her huge balls bouncing between her thighs while thwacking Dawnheart's backside. She was awestruck by the sensations of their coupling. First, she had sizeable tits that were flailing on her chest as she thrusted. Second, her pussy was wet between her thighs and her huge mare clit was rubbing between her thick pussy lips. Third, even though she'd been in peak physical condition, this new body's physique was far more powerful and she found it easy to rail Dawnheart despite her being atop Lance's loins. Fourth, Lance had never actually been inside someone before and feeling her length stretch velvety, slick flesh that twitched and responded to her movements was astoundingly pleasurable.

"Yes, goddesses of hermony." Dawnheart giggled softly before letting out soft squeaks of pleasure with each thrust. Her tail was lashing behind her, making her pant as she rode atop Lance. Muscles rippled under the layer of insulating fat, allowing her to move her hips in tandem with Lance's thrusts. Her clit shot bursts of bliss up her spine every time their hips connected, causing her cocks to twitch and flail as they entangled with each other.

"Yeah, Hermony. We will bring our people together with our beauty!" Lance used her powerful form to bounce Dawnheart on her loins.

Dawnheart managed small gasps of breath between thrusts, her hands moving to Lance's chest, feeling the soft but perky breasts that were swaying with their movements. She had hardly given a thought to another woman's body, but she was finding it was quite thrilling to be able to tease her goddess while being fucked by her. A burning ache grew deep inside her, slowly building, like an ember was slowly catching fire deep in her core. She whimpered and her body began to move on its own, like it was trying to help stoke that flame. She had felt it before, but never so intense, and only ever coaxed by her own fingers.

Lance met her energy, bucking so vigorously that Dawnheart's four tits were flailing. "Ooh, you're a bit tighter, but it feels really good. My instincts are telling me that you're close." Lance gasped as her cock got harder than ever and started aching at the base. "I want to give you new life! I'm going to--OOOH! Haaaah! Neheehee!" Her voice broke into a whinny.

Dawnheart wanted to quip back, to continue the cute interaction they had going, but her mind was going blank as the ache in her core got tighter and tighter, until it broke and her snatch spasmed and clenched. Her eyes widened and her voice broke when she cried out, fingers gripping Lance's breasts as she squirmed and bucked her hips, pressing her clit into Lance's fur and feeling her pussy ripple up and down her shaft.

Lance's length pulsed from base to tip as she slammed home one last time, holding onto Dawnheart's hips to make sure she stayed in as deep as possible. Then, as Lance neighed, her flare sealing Dawnheart's depths. Her shaft bulged rhythmically inside Dawnheart as jets of her fertile cream erupted from her shaft.

Dawnheart swore she could feel the bulges traveling up that shaft before firing inside her, filling her up. She moved her right hand to her belly, feeling it round as Lance's huge horse equipment delivered its bounty.

Lance was beside herself while an embarrassing amount of jizz exited her shaft. She kept making tiny thrusts, kicking her hooves and making noises she had no control over. The way Dawnheart's balls and clit were pressing against her groin somehow made it all more enticing. During her last few shots into Dawnheart's depths, she played with Dawnheart's prehensile members, fascinated, and turned on, by how strong and mobile they were.

The Princess tried to speak, to declare her love, or at least her pleasure, but only wordless cries of sheer bliss managed to escape her throat for at least a full minute as more and more seed filled her fertile depths. When it finally ended, she whimpered, and nearly collapsed on top of her love, only catching herself enough to press their breasts together, their muzzles an inch apart. "My love." She panted. "I'm somehow certain that your seed will quicken in me. Though, I would not be disappointed if we needed to try again." She managed a shy smile, realizing just how exposed and vulnerable she was in this moment. Everything she was had been laid bare before Lance, and from the look in Lance's eyes, she had enjoyed what she'd seen.

When they came to rest and Dawnheart leaned in, Lance moved her hands to Dawnheart's voluptuous ass. She tried to relax, but her mind was fixated on the twin spires coming out of Dawnheart's loins. She could feel them pressing up against her, twitching.

"Oh, I think I'd like to try and try again no matter the result. Why our people have forsaken this font of joy for so long bewilders me. That was truly remarkable and I--NGH!" Lance's pussy winked so thoroughly that a wet sucking sound came from between her thighs. The floral part of her scent was more prevalent than ever. "I will cherish every moment we share from now on."

Holy fuck, that scent made Dawnheart's chest clench and her heart pound. She'd never known what exactly masculine arousal felt like, but she was swiftly learning it was insistent, hard, and aching. There was a desperation that she couldn't fully describe, and her cocks kept flailing out of her control the longer she tried to ignore it. Her desire to be bred had only delayed it, pushed it off for a time, but now that her womb was full, the aching in her shafts had returned full force.

"I shall cherish every moment as well, my beloved. I do pray there will be many such moments in the future. But, I can smell your need, the ache in you must be as great as mine. Will you allow me to tend to it? I promise to be as gentle as I can." Even as she spoke the words, she wondered if she could truly keep her promise. The ache in her new balls had forced itself back to the front of attention and instincts she didn't fully understand were causing her hips to rock back and forth. It made Lance's shaft move around inside her, but even stoking the embers of her earlier orgasm wasn't enough to drown out her need to rut her beloved.

Lance nickered, fidgeting under Dawnheart. The thrusting motions Dawnheart made atop Lance only made things worse. Lance's scent became intoxicating as the excitement from her snatch soaked her fur. She grabbed Dawnheart's forearms and looked into her eyes. "If you don't tend to it, this desire will burn me alive." She winked again, gasping and arching her back. Reaching between them, she grabbed Dawnheart's pricks and moaned sharply. She trembled as her entire body became a furnace of lust.

Dawnheart felt her writhing cocks wrap around Lance's fingers as she gripped them, rubbing and thrusting between them. Part of her new instincts said she should be able to control them, but the haze of intense desire that was settling over them both was making that an impossibility at the moment. Her pricks needed to be inside someone.

The newly knocked up goddess groaned softly as she braced one leg, lifting her hips up and off of Lance's shaft, feeling the flare and a rush of cum pushing against the walls of her pussy before both burst out, splattering the poor horse herm's lap with her own seed. Lance's cock flopped against her stomach, making a wet splat. Dawnheart was currently too stretched out to prevent a leaking dribble of cum from pouring out of her cunt. Somehow Dawnheart knew that the seed had already done its job, and so she wasn't too worried, though part of her had liked how the swell of her belly looked.

Lance nickered softly as Dawnheart pulled off of her. The whole time, her eyes stayed fixed on Dawnheart's impressive orange-belly-scale-clad balls and the two cyan dicks above them. Her own prick was staying firm as it laid against her front. She trailed her fingers through the copious amount of jizz that had spilled out Dawnheart and then cleaned her fingers with her long equine tongue. "Oooh, we taste good together." She scooped up more of their shared mess and held out her fingers toward Dawnheart.

Blushing at the lewd sharing, Dawnheart lapped at Lance's fingers. "Mmm! We really do!" Lance's cum had hints of alfalfa and sweetgrass while Dawnheart's juices had molasses and salmon broth notes. Dawnheart's cocks started to wriggle in the air before she pulled away from Lance's grip and gently repositioned herself between the horse's spread knees. The angle just wasn't quite right though, not without something to prop Lance up, so instead, she gently tapped Lance's thigh to get her attention. "Would you mind turning over, love? I want to be able to thrust freely and without having to worry too much about the angle." 

Lance grinned as she rolled onto her knees and lifted her tail. Exposing herself like this scratched a deep, instinctual itch. She couldn't help but grin when she looked over her shoulder. She felt like the sexiest girl alive. "Show me what you can do with those shafts of yours." She reached up behind her balls and spread her pussy for Dawnheart. Then she winked and whinnied, her nectar spilling down the backside of her balls while her huge equine clit was shoved in Dawnheart's direction. She kept her hand where it was, making sure Dawnheart saw the beautiful, plush teardrop of her equine entrance.

The honest truth was that Dawnheart had no idea what exactly she could do with these new shafts of hers, but as Lance winked again and another wave of that intoxicating scent washed over her, she decided she'd learn as she went. Her tutors had always said she was a quick study, and she refused to believe that was all flattery on their part. Despite her desire though, she had a brief moment of decision paralysis as she watched that delicious-looking nectar dribble down the back of Lance's hanging scrotum. Her urge to shove her cocks in was contending with an urge to bury her snout inside that snatch and lick until Lance was once again screaming her name. Her cocks’ needs won out, though, feeling like they'd explode if they didn't get buried in that gorgeous mare snatch.

Lance looked back at Dawnheart, her horse ears straight up in anticipation. Her eyes were wide, her mouth open as she panted. The heat was so thick that her tail flicked a bit in frustration while Dawnheart struggled with indecision.

Dawnheart moved onto her knees, glad that her scales protected her from the smooth stone beneath, and positioned her hips just behind Lance's raised rear. It was at that point that everything spiraled out of her control. Her shafts lurched forward, tracing along the outside of her love's puffy teardrop, wiggling and squirming as they almost seemed to compete with each other to push those lips even further apart before sliding inside. 

Lance fidgeted as she waited impatiently, grabbing at the smooth stone underneath her. The moment the touch of Dawnheart's pricks broke the painful anticipation, Lance's head flew back and she neighed. For the first couple inches, Lance's breath caught in her throat. But then she whinnied and pressed backwards against the cocks that were exploring her winking mound. Her passage was strong and elastic, taking Dawnheart's cocks while not giving them the upper hand.

Dawnheart felt all of it, of course, and the sheer sensation was enough to cause her to freeze up. Luckily, her cocks weren't having the same problem, moving deeper and uncurling to explore the walls of Lance's tunnel. Dawnheart felt her hips move forward and she pressed her front against Lance's back, her hands hugging the horse goddess' abdomen as she felt her cocks start to pump and squirm all on their own. It was maddeningly, deliciously overwhelming and she couldn't stop moaning.

Lance pressed back with fervor, her cunt swallowing Dawnheart's dicks in one big push. They stretched her to the limit, but she knew she could take them. She needed to take them. There was no other option. Nothing else mattered as much as feeling her dearest princess take her virginity and seed her womb. She started bucking on Dawnheart's lengths, shoving herself onto them with enough force that she needed to dig her thick equine fingernails into the smooth rock below. "Need to get pregnant! Need you so bad!"

Whatever hesitance Dawnheart had was shattered at the way Lance was pleading with her. It was like a lever had been flipped inside her head and she responded with pure instinct that she didn't even realize she had. Still holding onto Lance, she started moving her hips in much harder jabs, meeting Lance's own movements and causing wet slapping sounds to start echoing off the walls of the temple cave. Her cocks responded by trying to go as deep inside as they could, loosely coiling around each other as they stretched to their maximum length.

The pleasure was staggering. Dawnheart was having trouble feeling anything beyond the burning, aching, bliss that was building up inside of her cocks and balls. The only other thing that stood out was the sensation of all four of her nipples dragging through Lance's fur. She held on tightly, as though holding onto her lover was the only thing keeping her from spinning off into the void and losing herself completely in the sensations that were bombarding her. Was this what all men felt when they had sex, or was this better because of her divine form? No man had two shafts like hers, so perhaps the divine answer was the more correct one.

Their tits were bouncing wildly as this thorough breeding got more and more urgent. The gentle twist of Dawnheart's cocks made for a wonderful, changing sensation as they fought Lance's inner muscles. Lance kept thrusting back harder to the point that her big balls were smacking against Dawnheart's and she was grunting with effort.

"Please touch my breasts," Lance panted out as she grabbed her cock with one hand and started stroking. "I want to feel every bit of pleasure I can from this astounding body as I cum."

The new goddess found that she could deny her lover nothing, and so her hands slid up Lance's body, from where they had been wrapped around her stomach, up to her hanging breasts. She had to try a few times to catch them with how wildly they were swinging from their vigorous fucking, but catch them she did. Their wild fucking was causing Lance's nipples to grind into her palms as she kept moving her hips, feeling her cocks start to squirm even more inside of Lance. Her lover's pussy was strong, the firm muscles pushing against her shafts in ways that made her eyes unfocused with bliss.  Whether it was from her inexperience or from just how good the sex was, Dawnheart felt her body beginning to reach the crest of her orgasm. 

Lance's pussy was a bit tighter, as if to urge Dawnheart to relinquish her seed while her hips tilted just right to make sure Dawnheart got in as deep as possible. "Make. Me. PREGNANT!" She cried out as her body trembled with pleasure. 

Dawnheart whimpered, part of her wanted to slow down, to experience more, but her instincts and her desire to please her goddess made her surrender to the pleasure and speed up. "Yes, YEEESSS, I'M... FUUUUUCK!" Dawnheart screamed and thrust her hips forward harder than she had dared so far, gripping Lance's tits as though they were handles to assist her leverage, but being careful not to let her claws pierce Lance's skin.

That final thrust from Dawnheart set Lance's pussy off immediately. As Dawnheart's ropes of pearly love splashed against Lance's undulating walls, Lance neighed in ecstasy. Lance's hips shook back and forth while her flare engorged and her cock made a mess of her tits. Dawnheart felt the pulsing of Lance's dick while Lance's passage milked Dawnheart's twin, spasming shafts. Lance was clenching enough inside that her cocks had to fight her inner walls some as they squirmed, delivering her seed.

"YES! YES! YES! YEEEESSSS! GIVE ME EVERYTHING!" Lance chanted as she kept cumming. Her belly was swelling from Dawnheart's productivity while some of the cum overflowed and streamed down the backs of her balls.

Dawnheart's head was spinning, the amount of pure pleasure, of satisfaction she was feeling was more than she could fully comprehend. Somehow, again, she had the distinct sense that Lance was now pregnant. She had no clue how she was certain of it and could give no evidence, but somehow she just knew that her goddess had taken her cum like a good girl and was now bearing her offspring. The quiet voice of her old teacher told her that was ridiculous and that it took longer for the seed to quicken, but for now she was going to chalk it up to 'fertility goddess powers' and go with her instinct.

Speaking of instinct, her cocks had twisted around each other tightly, only spreading out at the base, creating some sort of extra bulge to make sure she stayed as deep inside Lance as she possibly could. It felt like hours, but was probably less than a minute before her shafts stopped pulsing and finally relaxed enough for her to move so much as an inch away from where she had been stuck. Still, she didn't want to move, not right now. She just wanted to lay there, her front on Lance's back, and hold her lover against her body.

The orgasm from Lance's cock ended long before the one from her pussy did. Dawnheart's divine body seemed determined to make completely sure Lance was carrying a child by the end of this coupling. Her belly swelled with Dawnheart's seed until she looked a few months pregnant.

"Mmmm, my goddess... I have never experienced such intense and wonderful pleasure," Dawnheart murmured softly, her words slightly muffled from pressing her cheek against Lance's soft fur. Despite their forms being new, they felt so right, so perfect, that she felt no awkwardness at all. It was almost like being in this form had awoken her to how restrictive and wrong her old form was, like she had been wrong her whole life without realizing it. Her new body was comfortable, like she'd had an ache or an itch that she didn't even know was there until it was gone. She was on the verge of crying at how right everything was.

Lance felt the same, the roundness in her belly gave her an afterglow so powerful it was unlike any she'd experienced. Warm tingles were spreading out to the tips of her fingers, ears, and hooves. She had to take some time to catch her breath and while she did, she noticed the cum dripping off her fur, the way her boobs and balls were dangling, the slow retraction of her horse prick into its sheath, and the wonderful sensation of having Dawnheart's shafts stuffed inside her while her clit was pressed up against Dawnheart's scaly sheath.

Lance was so very satisfied and tears were streaming down her muzzle. "I don't think there is any greater feeling than being one with you, my dearest. We can now experience intimacy that is fully reciprocal and I don't think I'll ever be able to get enough of it."

Dawnheart held her love tightly, and tenderly, but also possessively. It was so hard to really quantify what she was feeling, but holy shit she wanted more of it. It was a confusing tangle of emotions that had her equal parts giddy and terrified. Only the soothing presence of her mate was keeping her grounded enough to prevent her from bawling out all of her emotions at once. 

"Me neither, my love. I intend to enjoy it as often as possible, and to settle down with you and our children," she whispered into Lance's ear, giggling softly at how it flicked at the touch of her breath. 

She felt a... "tug" was probably the best word. From the sword that had started this all and was still laying on the ground next to them. It was pulsing softly, like a heartbeat, and it seemed to call to her with something beyond words. 

She reached over and gripped the hilt before slowly standing up, groaning as her twin, softening shafts gently slid out of Lance's tight, warm embrace. She offered a hand to her mate, helping her up to her hooves before hooking her tail around Lance's waist and turning toward the cave entrance. "But first, I think we need to make sure to spread hermony to the rest of the kingdom. Our quest is not over until peace is returned to the land, and nothing brings peace faster than hermony! Hermony for all!"


THE END

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