Author's Note

Warning: This chapter contains Bestiality, non-consensual sex, tentacle sex, blood/gore/death.

Dead Beat Prance

Tiny flames danced in a small lamp. Fluttershy's hooves trembled with each turn of the Necronomicon's countless pages. She sat at a stool propped before a small table, her tent wider than most to fit the many animals that collected around her. She always hated to send them into battle, knowing they would willingly lay down their lives for her, but the situation was so desperate there was little choice but to rely on their aid.

They needed something more or else their civilization would be wiped out. She was supposed to take the tome to the vault, keep it under lock-and-key like so many other objects they'd captured from their enemies, but she'd had her animal companions create a distraction, slipped inside, and used one of the lock-picks she'd found in Trixie's ratty old cape to undo the padlock and chains around it. Her heart beat faster like she would be discovered any moment. However the compulsion to read further proved too much.

Normally she had little interest in the arcane, not to mention she knew nothing but evil could come from such a perversion of nature, but it somehow drew her back each time she brushed it aside, told her that its infinite power could restore a dying land. "No!" She slammed the book shut so hard the entire table shook and the birds perched nearby stirred. She covered her mouth and hoped no unwanted attention would be drawn here.

After a couple minutes when nopony arrived to check on her, she inhaled deeply, then exhaled, centering herself as Tree Hugger had taught her. Surrounded by so many woodland creatures it was usually easy for her to meditate since their presence soothed her; however the Necronomicon's presence constantly wormed its way into her psyche.

Hooves parted her foal-bearing thighs, and she felt a wet muzzle pressed to her marehood, casually lapping at its depths. She stared down past her generous teats and saw Tree Hugger kneeling before her as she worked her over. "I...I'm trying to work here," she whined. It wasn't unlike her hippy friend to interrupt whatever work she did.

She bristled pleasantly all over as Tree Hugger dived even further into her snatch in a small but messy splash. "Oh...oh my...ah..." She still liked to play innocent even after all she'd been through. But ever since Equestria had been warped, so many of their delusions were stripped away. Their enemy was right about one thing. They had been dangerously naive.

She closed her eyes and leaned back in her stool, planting both hooves on Tree Hugger's dome, shoving her snout deep as it could go into her cunt. Her face flushed as she bit her lower lip. At the moment she forgot all the animals were watching them. Her sole focus was her needs and how to sate them. She brought the tips of her wings down to her mounds, plucked at her inverted and unusually wide nipples, until the pink ends arose to full erection.

She nibbled on her swollen clit. Rolled it between her lips and pulled upon it. A shrill nonstop cry that lasted quite sometime escaped Flutters as her marecum fired repeatedly all over the hippie's dazed-from-arousal face. Tears beaded Shy's eyes afterward.

"Free love, chickadee. Told you it was wonderful. Hey, why don't you turn around and stick that prime slab of ass in the air so I can make you feel even better?"

Fluttershy would have blushed all over from such vulgar talk once upon a time, but she'd always secretly enjoyed it, and perched her front half on the stool, her buttery buns resting upon the tabletop to present her puckered anus and winking pussy which dripped a bit of clear fluid onto the wood. The tiny puddle smelled of her sex and turned her on further.

A swift and hard smack on her buttcheek made the flesh wobble. She happily cried out. "Spank me more! Harder! Harder you bitch," she demanded and her friend cheerfully complied, hooves repeatedly smacking hard upon her voluptuous buttcheeks.

Suddenly Tree Hugger stopped and she heard the flick of a lighter and smelled the smoke from a lit up doobie. "Sorry Flutters, need another hit to keep me in the mood."

Fluttershy rocked her pert backside back-and-forth impatiently. She continued to drip from her vagina, which clenched reflexively with a need to have something rather large stuffed into it, resisting the urge to shove one of her hooves in. "P-please...hurry the fuck up!"

A thickness forcibly invaded her nethers. She went wide-eyed as it sunk so deep inside it struck her cervix. She winced a tad as her lower lips wrapped hard around the object. She hadn't expected Tree Hugger to break out the strap on so soon, and this one felt different from all the others she'd tried before. Her eyes rolled into her head and she bit the edge of the stool as she was mounted from atop the table. "Um...ah...Celestia...fuck! Fuck me!"

Her mane was seized and yanked hard, hot breath fell on the nape of her neck, a mouth closing around and biting it. She whimpered and panted as powerful hips thrust into her. She'd never been fucked like this before. Not even by Shining Armor. Her partner took her roughly, and it felt like a claw draped on her asscheek, spreading the soft flesh far apart.

Her head swam with so much pleasure that she settled into an almost dream-like haze and almost failed to notice the husky grunts behind her with each powerful thrust. A hoof raised up her chin and she looked over to see Tree Hugger beside her smirking. She went wide-eyed once more, and looked over her shoulder, saw the furry beast that drilled into her.

"M-Mr. Bear?! Mmmm...ahhhh..." She whimpered and cried out, the taboo nature of her current predicament kicking her already lust-addled mind into overdrive. Her wings parted rather painfully with their own need. Her friend met her lips before she could protest.

Tree Hugger withdrew in a string of saliva that connected them. "I saw that collection of animal-shaped dildos and buttplugs hidden in your stuff, figured you always wanted this, but wouldn't dare ask it of them. Luckily Mr. Bear wanted a piece of your sweet ass, too! So we helped set all this up and I told him to fuck you silly until you're all tuckered out!"

Flutters flushed and whimpered as he pulled her mane and tail with his teeth, his claws kneading into her butterfly-decorated buns, eyes crossing and tongue lolling from her snout as Tree Hugger ducked down and started to slap and suckle on her hanging titties. She practically screamed from pleasure overload as the bear brutally railed her hot pussy.

He howled once she started to reactively milk him, fired powerful shots into her contracted love tunnel, hot pink painted white from his steamy spunk. With one last slap with both claws on her buttcheeks he pulled free. His cum mixed with her own and dripped down her loins. She huffed dull-eyed and rested her head upon the stool.

Tree Hugger's eyes were bloodshot as she took another drag from her blunt and breathed out noxious smoke. "You're such a bad little slut, aren't you Flutters? Hope you're not tapped out yet." She spread Fluttershy's pink butthole open. "Cause he wants a blow his load in there, too! And I know you're way too kind to ever say no..."

"You meanie," whined Fluttershy, her friend aware she had trouble saying no to her animal companions. Not that she exactly want to after he'd fucked her into submission, but neither did she wanted to admit she'd relished that so much. She used both hooves to spread her asscheeks and asshole until it gaped wide open. "Um, Mr. Bear, you can stick it in...if you want to," she finished rather coyly with a somehow innocent yet perverse expression.

The bear drilled into her sphincter. Her animals collected around her rather curiously, as they'd seen her and Tree Hugger buck many times, but had never been able to join in. Birds chirped as they took her nipples between their beaks and plucked them. A snake coiled around her thigh and wormed its way into her dripping moist snatch. A tapir presented its considerable flared equipment before her, and she swallowed with a bit of nerve-wracked hesitation, before she took its fullness until it stuffed her throat.

Tree Hugger snickered at the scene before her. That was until the heavy weight of a growling tiger fell atop her, his barbed penis stabbing into her cunt. "Ah! Ow! Fuck!" The tiny spines puncturing into her moist tunnels which clenched alongside her teeth.

She quickly scooped up some pills from her satchel, and gulped a few down, desperate to turn this pain into pleasure. Fortunately it kicked in rather quickly and her nethers started to water uncontrollably. "Ack...fuck yeah," she murmured as a stupefied expression painted her features. An otter dove its dick into her asshole and another one clasped all its claws around her head as it started to violently facefuck the blissfully overwhelmed mare.

Fluttershy politely tapped on the tapir, who pulled its dick free for a moment, cum still stained upon her lips. "Oh my...otters are known to be-umph-r-rather violent when they mate. T-they...ah...often rape their partners, s-sometimes even kill them, and continue to mate with their corpses. Just don't be t-too hard on her, o...okay?"

Out of love for Fluttershy the otters decided to take it easy on their prey, at least by their own rather violent standards, but nevertheless they helped the striped predator relentlessly fuck their prey into complete submission. Each time one of them came, another one quickly replaced it, a line now formed from all the beasts that wanted to dominate them.

After a short time the pair were soaked in semen and sweat, their manes and tails a frazzled mess. Many of the animals who'd already unloaded went back into the queue for another chance to breed them. Thankfully the lusty pair cheerfully welcomed back an entire zoo's worth of horny animals.

The tent flap quietly opened and a pony slipped in. They spotted the mares being rutted hard by all manner of beasts, and likewise, the abandoned Necronomicon resting nearby. Convinced they were more than distracted enough, the lone figure levitated the dark tome over, clasped it close to their bosom for a moment, then almost silently stole into the night.

While there were a few potential candidates, the item ceaselessly called out to the most powerful wizard it could find. One with a skewed moral compass it knew would be tempted to abuse it. The book of the dead offered to return whatever they desired most. To provide forbidden secrets that would make all their dreams come true.

They stole into the Everfree Forest, cracked it open, and started to unlock its secrets, one sentence at a time. The dried blood that made up much of its alien writing, some of the passages no more than symbols or illustrations, started to glow in an ethereal manner. Its radiance called out to its former master. Wished that they could be reunited. But the knew host quickly slammed it shut and dashed further away to read it in complete privacy.

*****

Twilight Sparkle sensed its eldritch call from her throne. She immediately summoned her most trusted minions, which included Trixie and her fellow riders who rode upon Spike, and the Four Horses of the Apocalypse. "I've finally pin-pointed the Necronomicon. sweep over this area." She levitated a map of Equestria before them. "Bring it back to me no matter what it takes. You may do with any opposition you encounter whatever you wish."

She paused a moment to look over at Shining Armor's double, who was busy servicing the sirens, taking turns shoving his cock into their pussies and anuses. They mewled under his ministrations, begged him to fill them with his virile seed. "With one exception. Should you come across the Shining Armor from this world I want him alive." Not only could he be used to breed even better followers, but she considered yet another use for him.

Trixie clopped her forehooves together. "Hear that, bitches?" She looked to Lavender Lace and Fuschia Blush who mounted the other two massive heads of Spike. "Time to remind the mistress why she chose Trixie above all her other worshippers!"

She hopped onto the main head of Spike with a flourish, determined to seek out the book her counterpart had stolen, and if she ran into her double, she'd be certain to make her endure a particularly savage and undignified death, after she and her mares had finished having their fun with her. She could feel the tentacled creature nested in her uterus stir. Such monstrosities had made their home in her and her sidekicks, ever since one of their kind had inseminated them, rather than choose to be born into the world.

At moments like these when the trio was particularly excited, the creatures would stir up their wombs so much their eyes would roll into their heads, their nethers convulsing as fluids leaked down them in droves. They moaned into their release, Trixie flicking her clit, while Lavender and Fuschia bucked their slick marehoods upon the necks they mounted.

With their instructions clear the Four Horses of the Apocalypse took off almost immediately from the dreary temple. Most of the time they rarely bothered to speak, as while they maintained traces of their former personalities, they had been reduced mostly to pure forces of nature. Living weapons of mass destruction to purge Equestria. They scattered to individually seek out the Necronomicon and snuff out the opposition.

They sailed from the temple's uppermost portion which mechanically opened with heavy creaks. Darkness broken only by stray moon rays enshrouded the demonic terrors who silently sailed across the land without deviation nor a need to ever rest.

Wet Nurse watched from the bottom of the blood-soaked altar. She kept her distance from the bloodthirsty stallions and mares who were throwing their daily orgies, raping and murdering the lowborn sacrifices, traitors, and deserters that were thrown to them.

Most of her time was spent as the plaything of Trixie, Lavender, and Fuschia to sate their more sadistic urges. They would cast spells to take her with the dicks they manifested upon themselves, or explore all her holes with the tentacles that arose from them, constantly reminded her she was nothing more than a bunch of wet holes. Usually they wouldn't relent until she told them how much she loved to be made their rape-bitch.

She'd fallen so out of favor over time that the mistress threatened to send her to the breeding stocks. She'd pleaded her not to, and while Twilight wasn't known to be merciful, more important matters had shelved her fate for the moment. She touched her belly under the maid costume and remembered the foal she'd once carried. Unfortunately all she'd been able to deliver all those many years before was a foul miscarried mess.

She whimpered in a dark corner away from prying eyes and remembered her twin Foal-Bearer. Sadly the memories that tended to arise first were her horrific death. Without the love of her sister or the mistress life seemed utterly pointless. She ached for the return of the Equestria she once knew. However she doubted that could ever be.