Author's Note

Warning: This chapter contains Non-consensual sex, tentacles, futa, death/gore.

Friend or Foe

Once the time came for Shining Armor to leave the Crystal Empire he held his foal one more time, and kissed his wife, hoping he would see them again soon. He'd only been able to stay there a few days before their duties tore them apart. His heart often ached terribly in her absence, and all the mare flesh on offer couldn't appease that.

She privately asked Sunset Shimmer to stay at his side and tend to his needs any way she could whenever he needed comfort. In their short time together the mares had formed a fast friendship; a bond shared partially over a mutual love for him.

He walked side-by-side with Sunset through the city, a fair still underway in honor of their nation. They still didn't dare show their mutual affection in public even now, knowing how scandalous it would be. Nevertheless she stayed as close to his side as she could. They could feel each other's body warmth radiate.

Her cheeks were redder than usual when she hung back and watched the sway of his muscular buttocks with a subtle lick of her lips. "You have a really nice ass."

With a quick look around to make certain nopony was watching, he lifted his tail, exposing the dark circle of his ponut and his equally dark genitals. "Thanks," he said with a mild flush. "You can touch it all you like...once we're somewhere private."

"I'm not sure I can wait," admitted Sunset who nodded towards an alleyway, hopping from hoof-to-hoof with need. "We could have a quickie?"

He shook his head. "That's far too risky. I have a reputation to uphold!"

"That's a shame. You should be known as the best lay in Equestria!" She brushed her pert backside and flame-like tail over his hip. "Please?"

"Okay. But only a quickie." They ducked into a nearby alley, saw that there was already a pair of crystal ponies busy working each other over, and so after a short moment to watch the couple at work they selected another area, a short distance from the city.

After a short look to make certain they were unlikely to be interrupted, he spun her around and pressed her to a wall, ready to mount her and be done with it. Not that he minded the rather intense sex with her even remotely; but he couldn't help but feel paranoid they'd be discovered. However at the moment his pleasure was secondary at best; he needed to somehow satisfy her however she needed and fast.

"Wait. You said I could do whatever I like, didn't you?"

He raised an eyebrow. "Something like that. Just make it snappy, okay?"

Sunset spun back to face him and caressed his white chest. "It's not romantic to rush a mare." She traced the thin furs that matted his muscles. Explored his broad shoulders, his back, and his flanks, to the point where he shivered and bristled.

"Are you sure this is for you...or me?" He had to admit her little impromptu massage felt amazing. Not unlike the one's his wife sometimes gave him. Maybe they'd been trading techniques whenever he wasn't present? He'd have to thank Cadance later.

"Shut up and take it," she replied with a passionate kiss. His eyes widened as she turned him around, but he went along with it, hoping she wasn't about to peg him or something. Granted he'd at least try it after all she'd done for him.

She groped his buttocks, which tightened under her hooves, kiss his puckered ponut, and traced its ring with her tongue. He muffled a whimper and felt himself start to harden. Normally he might've found this emasculating, but since it was with a mare he loved he didn't mind. She telekinetically fondled his heavy balls, until he was fully erect, precum dripping from his tip as she teased him. "Unf," he whined. "Not...fair...!"

He knew this was supposed to be her moment, but two could play this game, and so he lit up his own horn, used a spell to manipulate her own soft mounds. She drew back at moment and licked her lips. "Naughty stallion," she murmured before she dived back into his asshole. She kept one hoof on his ass and used another to stroke his cock.

He flushed and panted. "You're drawing this out on purpose, aren't you?" He desperately wanted to bend her over and take her right then and there. However his desperation only provided even more incentive for her to toy with him.

Gritted teeth nearly cracked as he whined and wheezed and fired off traces of his semen. She licked the cream from her hooves and decided to have mercy on him. "Okay, you've earned a respite. Do whatever you like to me now."

He grabbed her mane and gazed hard into her eyes. "That's a dangerous thing to say to a stallion, you know. Most of them would just ram their dick up your sweet ass but I've already done that lots of times. Hell, there isn't much I haven't done with you."

"Aren't you rather take charge today? I like it," she admitted, his hooves around her hips as he lifted her up, pressed her back upon a cool wall, until her well-wounded buttocks smooshed under the pressure. She wrapped her arms about his neck and her legs around him, cast him a rather sultry look when he forcefully entered her. "Ah. Yes!"

Her frame wobbled under the impact, his thrusts rocking rather fitfully into her, their snouts and tongues locked. He grabbed her buttcheeks in his hooves, used the magic from his horn to twist and tweak her erect nipples. She cast a spell of her own, crafted a stallion-shaped manifestation, and used it to stimulate her well-puckered ponut.

"Bad little mare. I think you need it faster and harder."

"Oh yes! Punish me! Make me yours!" She grasped him tight as she could, her thighs squeezing around his well-toned flanks, her hooves digging into his back, and she needily bit his neck until she nearly drew blood. Her cunt sputtered traces of marecum.

*****

Under orders from the mistress Wet Nurse shadowed the couple across the Crystal Empire. She stuck to the rooftops and stared down at them. Without her twin she was lost, and simply threw herself into her work, in hopes it would ease the pain.

As one of Cadance's maids she was used to fading into the background, overhearing gossip, and being able to spy on ohers unimpeded. Few took any real notice of her, and those that did considered her harmless. And they were correct before she'd fallen under the mistress's control. Her transformation into a succubi had only further twisted her.

She remembered a simpler time in the service of the Crystal Empire, when she and Foal-Bearer had volunteered with a number of other mares for Cadance's special mission, and been selected by the Princess of Love herself to please Shining Armor and bear his offspring. They were provided wealth, status, and honor, told their their sacrifice would help save Equestria. But more importantly the sisters were content.

Until their failure ended in her twin's death. Yet somehow she couldn't hate the mistress who had so cruelly stolen her away. Perhaps all those who fell under her influence were unable to do anything but adore her. The Trixie from Equestria had her consciousness returned to her and had went rogue as a result. She now knew freedom only led to madness. That it was far better to be a slave bereft of responsibility. There was no need for worries of any sort. The bond with her lost sister only brought with it pain. Better to let it die. At least that's what she repeatedly told herself so she could sleep each night.

She watched the couple copulate with an ambivalent mixture of longing for her former existence and a need to please the mistress. She pictured herself in Sunset's place and her eyes watered a little. She sniffled and clenched her loins with a coo.

Something tackled her from behind, pressed its weight down, and pinned her to the rooftop. "Now that your sister's no longer about to back you up, you're my bottom bitch now!" The other world's Trixie breathed into her ear. "I'm second only to the mistress!"

It was true. She was near the bottom of the pecking order now that she'd fallen out of favor. She felt the warm slick tentacles arise from Trixie's snatch in a mess of marecum, the unborn creature trapped within her womb, its tendrils wrapping around Wet Nurse to hold her in place. The skirt to her maid costume was flipped up around her barrel, her garter belt, stockings, and frilly panties exposed, which were pulled aside to reveal her vagina and anus. Tentacles wormed their way into all her vulnerable entrances.

"You're nothing more than a bunch of moist holes for Trixie to use and abuse at her whim!" To emphasize her new position as second-in-command, Fuschia Blush and Lavender Lace were released to her, the witches hovering nearby with low cackles.

They applied one of the spells the mistress had taught them which caused well-endowed stallionhoods to sprout from their nethers on command. Wet Nurse shuddered as the shadows of their cocks fell over her. But she was merely a succubus, after all. Just like in her old life she existed simply to please and pleasure others.

She submitted to the trio who took her, her pussy claimed by Trixie, her ass by Fuschia, and mouth by Lavender. They forcibly railed her hard, spanked her ass and teats, bit her all over and pulled her mane and tail, made it painfully clear they owned her.

Tendrils somewhat painfully constricted about her form, coiled so hard about her teats she worried they would pop, their undersides lined with suckers that suckled all over her flesh. She moaned low as they came semen that doubled as an aphrodisiac all over her that was quickly absorbed into her skin and made her eyes roll all the way into her head. She was thankful these creatures couldn't break her psyche any further.

She simply surrendered to the witches. There was no point in resisting. Invoke their wrath and they would only treat her even more harshly. She watched Sunset and Shining buck with cheeks burning hot, pictured herself in the mare's place, and came repeatedly despite herself. An especially intense orgasm made her quiver and erupt in splashes of marecum when he moaned and emptied his seed into her slick pussy.

Warmth filled her a short time later when the troika came as one. She laid there after they pulled free and huffed in a mess of sweat, tears, tentacle spunk, and marecum. She felt Shining Armor's unborn foal squirm within her belly and awaited the day when it was finally born. He'd seeded a number of mares that would serve as the mistress's army. They would swarm across Equestria like locusts and strip it bare.

*****

Meanwhile sometime in what the Trixie from Equestria hoped and dreaded was in the far future, the lone mare carefully walked a winding pathway lined with the crucified remains of ponies and other creatures. She shivered more from the terrible sights around her than the cold, clutched the Necronomicon close to her breast. Every moment tempted her to read deeper into its secrets. Her ears perked at a series of distant howls.

After miles of treading towards the closest civilization she could see in the distance her hooves were sore. She stepped off the path for a moment, found a patch of grass that wasn't too terribly withered, and sat on her haunches to rest up a bit. Her eyes were a bit heavy but she dared not sleep now. However for all she knew no place was safe now.

She realized how alone she truly was and burst into tears. Maybe everypony she ever loved was dead and there was no way back. She trembled and traced the demonic tome's cover. "No! I can't afford to lose who I am like she did!"

Rather than surrender to its dark compulsion she nearly tossed it away. She stopped and told herself she couldn't allow it to fall into another's hooves. But was that from her own mind or merely the book playing tricks on her in hopes she would allow it to possess her too? She wasn't certain what to believe anymore.

Her ears twitched at a shrill scream not so far away. She told herself to ignore it. That it wasn't her problem and she couldn't do anything anyhow. But curiosity won over and she cautiously followed the harsh sounds which were carried on the wind.

She made her way into a maze-like sea of twisted trees. Gnarled branches twisted and the trunks appeared to have horrific faces. She wondered if this was the remains of the Everfree Forest? Speculation seemed pointless now.

She spotted figures ahead and ducked behind a tree. She spotted Applejack ahead, who had aged visibly several years, partially by time, partially by the stress of this new reality. She looked rougher than ever before, despite her southern belle-like beauty, and tinged in barely contained bitterness.

Above her towered a bulky griffin that pinned her down with his claws. His beak nibbled at her neck like he would snap it apart at any moment as he mounted her. her eyes burned as she stared ahead. "You like my cock, don't you, my dirty little whorse?"

"Hell no. Ya'll are nothin' more than vermin to me." Nearby him were a couple of rough-looking stallions with full beards, jerking themselves off in anticipation for their turn. Her hat had been knocked aside and her tormentor pulled her red neckerchief until he choked her. She sputtered and strained as a solitary tear rolled down her cheek.

"Can't believe this dumb bitch decided to take a leak out here," a stallion said.

His heavily tattooed pal snickered. "Won't be all she leaks by the time this is over!"

Trixie wanted to turn and trot away. It's not like they were close. She was pretty sure AJ didn't even remotely like her. However she couldn't simply sit here while somepony was assaulted. Her heart raced as she considered her chances. She still had a few smoke bombs and mini rockets; perhaps she could blind them and slip away with AJ?

She hopped instinctively as a shot broke out. The sent of cordite filled the air. "Fuck...yesss...." Their leader strained as he came, unaware of the bullet which had penetrated his skull, brain matter dripping from the bloody hole as he slid off his prey.

Applejack hopped to her hooves and kicked the still twitching corpse in disgust. The stallions reached for their weapons in panic, sidearms and knives readied on their belts, but a red fissure appeared in one of their chests from the impact of another bullet.

She pulled a lasso hidden from her hat, looped it around the last attacker's throat, and hopped over what looked like a sturdy tree limb, hanging him as she held the rope between her teeth. She was thankful it didn't break his neck immediately. He kicked and gurgled for what seemed like an eternity, turned a dark blue, and then emptied his bowels and bladder as he died. She held him there a moment before dropping him.

Rainbow Dash flew onto the scene with a smoking musket in her hooves. "Did you see that shot? Both of them, really! Bet that was the best bang of his sorry life!"

"You sure took your time. Could've rushed in before he stuck his dirty dick in me, let alone finished inside!" She used a bunch of leaves to wipe out his spunk with a snarl.

"We're all used to that by now. Besides, I was bait last time. You're lucky you only had to take one cock. And at least his isn't barbed like a dragon's!" She rubbed her nethers at the memory, still sore from that rather intimate attack. "Wait, who's that?"

Trixie was ready to run and hide when she felt cold steel pressed to her throat. She raised her hooves. "W-wait! It's only me! Trixie! I came to help you!"

Tree Hugger pressed the knife so close it drew a trickle of blood. "You buying this shit? Everypony knows Trixie's become Twilight's second-in-command, man. Hell, I've lost count of how many of my friends you've butchered. I say we disembowel you now!"

In desperation Trixie looked to the others for support but only found open disdain. She could still feel the Necronomicon under her cape, but even if she could fire off a spell in time she dared not use it. "Just let me explain! I'm not the same Trixie you know!"

There was a rustled somewhere behind her as Fluttershy said, "Maybe we should at least hear her out? Odder stuff has certainly happened. besides, haven't we spilled enough blood today? Let's take her back to the camp and decide there."

Applejack nodded. "We'll interrogate her then." She hurled the lasso at the witch, hogtied her in a mere moment, and Tree Hugger stripped her of whatever belongings she carried. "Wait a moment, isn't that-?!" She stared wide-eyed at the Necronomicon.

"Can't be," retorted Rainbow Dash. "Has to be another crude copy!"

"Maybe. Better not take any chances," warned AJ.

"Oh my. I'd better hold onto it," said Fluttershy who shivered as she took the book.

"Watch out. I sense some terrible vibes from that one," said Tree Hugger who cocked a thick eyebrow at the stitched-up flesh and screaming faces that made up its cover. "Somepony's chakra must be, like, really out-of-whack to want such a nasty bit of kitsch! What a shame we can't simply leave it to rot out here with all the other trash!"

"Let's cut the chit-chat and head on home," said AJ who stalked ahead.

Trixie tried to explain but they gagged her snout. She was carried between Tree Hugger and Fluttershy who were the back of this scouting party, while Applejack took the lead, and Rainbow Dash watched overhead. They couldn't afford to take any chances. These small raids were merely a way to pick off any potential invaders near their encampment.

She felt like a sack of potatoes draped upside-down. Not that she remotely blamed them in their hellish situation. This was a nightmare and yet was somehow almost comforting. It meant others had survived and possibly even thrived after all. She was right to hold onto hope. Despite it all she broke down into tears of happiness this time.

Admittedly it saddened her to see how brutal and detached they had become. This was simply the state of Equestria now. She would have to learn to accept it.