Author's Note

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

Prance Macabre

Perspiration soaked Shining Armor's flesh and fur once he stirred to awareness. His limbs were spread wide and held near the hooves by a series of slimy tentacles. Gloom enshrouded the demonic altar he found himself raised slightly above. His tail brushed the topmost layer where a throne of skulls and bones awaited. He could hear the screams of would-be sacrifices and the cheers of cultist revelers far below the steps.

Death hovered nearby and watched impassively. He could see the doubles of himself and Cadance a short distance away, both of them little more than lust-addled dolls now. The same could be said for the trio of sirens who leered at his dark stallionhood and taint. Lastly came the alicorn whose form had been twisted to better resemble Celestia's towering presence, the copy of the Necronomicon carried under one hoof.

"Welcome home, brother."

"You're no sister of mine. I don't care that you're from another world. I'd accept Twiley no matter where she came from. No, you're merely a parasite that cowers in her skin!"

She telekinetically plucked a scalpel from a discarded kit nearby and placed the cold reflective blade's flat upon his sheath. He shuddered and shut his eyes. "You need to be properly broken in and tamed. Fortunately for you I still need your body. Your counterpart's seed isn't half as virile as yours. Imagine the army we could breed..."

"You're sick. A vile monster. Sister, snap out of it! I know you're still in there!"

She cackled and shook her head. "No. The moment she read too deep into the Necronomicon her soul was obliterated. At best a warped simulacrum of her personality lingers." He winced when she stroked his shaft which started to harden under her touch.

"S-stop," he whined as his cheeks burned red. She looked at him in a sultry manner with half-lidded eyes, dragged her tongue up-and-down his shaft in casual strokes, until he whinnied and his flared tip started to leak precum. "T-this is horrible..."

"Your flesh seems to feel differently. Don't tell me you've never had a wet dream about her? I'm sure she's had the same. A sliver of taboo curiosity that forever went unfulfilled. Until now. I can make that forbidden fantasy a reality. And best of all you needn't feel any shame. After all this isn't your fault. However first conditions must be optimal."

She looked to a cauldron below surrounded by black cloaked and hood cultists, so wide it could easily fit several caravans inside it. Good bubbled and popped as the contents cooked and filled the atmosphere with noxious fumes. "Wet Nurse."

"Y-yes mistress," said the succubus maid who timidly popped up from the shadows and bowed low. She looked at the cauldron from the corner of her eye and prayed to whatever deity would listen that she wouldn't be sacrificed to it. "How may I serve?"

"This is your last chance at redemption. Be thankful that I've recently lot so many key minions or else I'd never bother with trash like you. I've had you consume potions on an hourly basis for a reason. Your very milk has been altered to empower its consumer."

Wet Nurse slowly trotted up to her former master with pursed lips. She removed her black-and-white maid costume, until only the head dress, a garter belt, stockings, heels, and a pair of panties remained. Heavy crystalline breasts popped free. Drops of milk beaded the nipple slits and her areola. She cupped them in her hooves and offered them to his face. He turned his head to one side. "Drink from me. Please."

"You should've been there the day the Crystal Empire fell, you traitor! Crystal ponies are pretty much extinct now. I wish you'd died instead of my family!"

Tears dripped down Wet Nurse's cheeks. "You think I wanted this? I have no choice! Nopony can resist the mistress! She murdered Foal-Bearer and I still can't turn on him! I love her and I don't understand why!" She sniffled and wiped her wet nostrils.

"Useless trash as always. I think he needs proper motivation." The alicorn levitated the scalpel before Cadance's cunt which she telekinetically spread wide to reveal the beautiful flower within her soft folds. "Ever seen a vivisection? Probably not. You'd best obey my commands or else I'll carve out her womb one tiny slice at a time."

"You'll kill her anyway," he whined. Still he turned his snout back towards Wet Nurse, who pressed her swollen orb into his mouth, and he suckled her sweet milk which would further empower his seed. She moaned under his sucks. Was he unfair to her? Maybe she really didn't have any real control over her actions. He wanted to blame anypony for what happened to his homeland in order to absolve his own failures.

Wet Nurse popped her tit free and his snout still connected with her mound by a sliver of milky saliva. She squeezed her teat to spray bits of lactation over his face, switched to the other breast, which she tenderly placed in his lips. He wasn't certain hour long this went on. It felt like hours before he'd finally drained her now quite sore titties.

The mistress slurped up the excessive precum he'd continued to spill with a lewd smack of her lips. "I can't let any precious mana be wasted. This shell still has its limits. However you will seed me with a foal more powerful than Equestria has ever seen. One that once I have the Necronomicon back will serve as my new vessel."

"No! I'd sooner die than breed with you!" He considered biting off his tongue in the hope he'd bleed to death before she could stop him. He didn't want to abandon his ponies to their fate, especially Sunset, but believed it would be an honorable end.

"You have no choice. Despite your reservations the flesh wills it. Let the Danse Macabre commence." The reference from her world was lost on him. However he understood her intentions all too well. To him she was merely another petty villain to be put down. Cadance had always told him he saw the world in too much of a black-and-white manner, but to him evil was clear and always needed to be valiantly resisted.

He watched the other Cadance lay on her back, and wrapped her limbs about his counterpart, he rhythmically bucked into her. He watched his double's hooves clasp around her throat and squeeze down, and she lolled and blushed even as tears filled her eyes. "Oh Shiney," she sputtered between chokes. "Dominate me! Humiliate me! Break me and end my life!" His face twisted as he violently bucked into his lover.

"S...stop..." But his words went unheeded. His counterpart pressed the life from her, and she sputtered and came upon him, her limbs twitching as she held him to her. Her tongue lolled from her mouth as she finally went slack. He grunted as her walls closed hard around him and he spilled his seed into her love tunnel one last time.

His doppleganger levitated his wife's corpse once he pulled free, and tossed the meat into the boiling cauldron below, where it quickly cooked up and was reduced to its components. The dissolved flesh hissed, a puddle of red and her bones floating to the surface. He turned to the sirens who lined up and bunched their shapely asses together.

"Do me! Do me! Please!" Sonata smiled coyly and waved her tail about.

"Shut up Sonata. I'm sure he'd much rather fuck me to death," said Aria who used her hooves to spread her pussy and asshole to their fullness.

"Girls, relax. We'll all have our turn," said Adagio in a husky manner. "That said, my body is clearly the best." She clenched her moist cunt and anus rapidly.

The brainwashed Shining Armor took a moment to grope and smack their asses experimentally. Of course he'd already had them many of times before and couldn't decide which one he preferred. He settled for Aria on a whim, clasped her pigtails in his hooves like she was his bicycle, and pistoned hard upon her cervix's slimy entrance.

She panted and moaned like a whore. Her envious sisters studied her and impatiently masturbated themselves. "Shoot your load in her already," whined Sonata.

"Shut up you half-retarded cumdumpster," he demanded with a hard smack on her pert blue ass which made her whinny in slutty appreciation.

Aria pressed her snout to the cold stone and raised her shapely purple rump to his dick, positioned so that he could easily smash her pussy fast and hard. She squealed cheerfully even after his cock started to wound her insides. He fucked her harder than he ever had anypony, to the point where she started to bleed internally, yet she only cried out louder, until eventually she slumped over and bled out around his dick. He emptied into her still winking snatch, then telekinetically tossed her into the cauldron.

He turned to Sonata who raised one of her legs. He seized her thick ponytail, fucked her sideways, while her tits bounced and she dripped over him. "Oh daddy! Make me your whore! Tear my pink pussy apart! I want to be sacrificed on the altar of your cock!"

He thrust psychotically into Sonata like he had her sister. Wrecked her insides until her marecum mixed with his and trickles of blood that fell down his loins. A shrill blissful cry escaped her as she slowly expired. He hurled her limp carcass in too.

Wet Nurse and the prisoner watched in horror. She wanted to run and hide but dared not infuriate the mistress. Death remained impassive as ever.

Adagio hopped up onto the restrained Shining Armor who grunted under her weight, and she rubbed her buttocks upon his stallionhood, before she drove it up her asshole. "Impale me," she murdered as she laid back on the prisoner. His double took her by the back hooves, spread her legs wide, and pinned her with his dick, as she wrapped her hooves around him, pressed her heavy mounds onto his chest as she kissed him.

"Break me. Destroy my cunt like you hate me," she said sultrily between kisses. Groans escaped her each time he stabbed his cock into her cervix. "Dominate me...completely. Claim this whore's life. Umph...yes...I'll be with...you soon...sisters..."

She whined once their warm seeds were simultaneously emptied into her fuckholes. Her heart slowed, and she was pulled free of twin cocks, then chunked into the bubbly pot where a soup of the sacrificed churned. The prisoner's stomach turned at what he'd seen and been forced to participate in. "You're...completely insane..."

The mistress approached him. Wet Nurse's limbs trembled in fear that she would be sacrificed next. She whimpered and bowed her head meekly. But she paid her no heed, laid the copy Necronomicon aside, and raised a hoof to Shining Armor's skull. Her horn lit up as she started to speak alien words he didn't remotely understand.

"Almost ready. But it needs a final touch." She nodded to his counterpart, and the white unicorn leapt from the altar, landing with a splash into the cauldron. He screamed for a brief moment before it ate his flesh and left behind only a skeleton.

Shining Armor closed his eyes so hard they ached, pained almost as much by his counterpart's death as he had been by the loss of Cadance's double. She wasn't the same mare he loved, and yet he felt a similar bond to her anyhow.

"Want to know a secret? You already slept with your sister. Remember that day at Trixie's caravan? The mysterious mare you savored so much? I had Trixie trap her there and snuff out her life as you ravished her." She cackled at his bewildered face as the realization dawned. "You ponies are so naive. I had a portal that connected Equestria and this world; unfortunately it ceased to function when Sunset Shimmer broke the mirror that linked both realities. A shame, I would have like to corrupt that place, too."

"W-what...?" These revelations spun endlessly in his head, as he tried to work them out, to make sense of them, no matter how far-fetched they seemed. But somehow he sensed the words were true. He wailed as the fight went out of him. His love for Sunset Shimmer often kept him going these days, but with the truth unveiled, he wasn't certain even that was sufficient now. He'd had a hoof in the unintended rape and murder of his sister. He looked to Death and whispered, "I'm sorry, Twiley. I'm so sorry..."

She continued to work a spell on his psyche, one similar to what Chrysalis had put him under, before she took advantage of him. She would break down the symbol of the resistance and turn him into her personal sperm bank. Hours passed while she wormed her way into his broken psyche, reminded him of all those he'd failed up until now.

And when that proved insufficient to completely break his resolve, she used a spell to beam images of her viewpoint on that day into his mind, forced him to repeatedly watch what had happened to his sister in a repeated and what felt like an infinite loop.

His lips trembled and his wails echoed across the temple. "Please. No more..." But she simply smiled and refused to let up even as his psyche fractured ever further.

Finally the moment came where his senses were so skewed by her mental violations that she could alter his perceptions. She mentally commanded the tentacles to withdraw, and they dropped him upon the altar, where he shakily hobbled onto his hooves. He blinked heavy and blurred eyes as he tried to remember where he was. "C-Cadance...?"

"I'm here, Shiny. I've missed you." She trotted up to him, took him in her hooves and plume, which she draped over his broad back. "I need you."

"How? You died. When the Crystal Empire fell." He tried to make sense of it, but his mind was a muddled mess, his senses dulled and blurred. His head ached so bad he raised a hoof to the veins that were visible on his forehead. "I don't understand."

She took his hoof and placed it over her heart. "Don't think. Feel. You know I would never lead you astray. Do whatever comes naturally." She pulled him close to her as she laid on her back. Stroked his mane and covered him in tender pecks.

This whole scenario seemed bizarre to him. Like some surreal fever dream. He wept tears of happiness at the idea that he could finally be reunited with his wife. Was this the afterlife? Would he finally be rewarded for all that he'd endured? She wrapped her limbs around him as he sunk into her, their snouts locked as they made passionate love.

"I love you," he murmured unaware that his body locked with the shell of his sister's, as his virile seed and her fertile womb would be used to birth a perfect vessel. The contents of the cauldron would be used to craft a potion that would further empower the newborn. Perhaps she would even twist it into the shape of Flurry Heart for her own amusement.

Twilight writhed and tittered happily underneath him. She accepted him into her in the same tender manner his beloved would have. She closed her moist walls around him. "Let's make a foal," she said with an almost shy flutter of lashes.

"Don't we...already have one?" But he shook his head, unable to clear it. Somehow it seemed unimportant. All he wanted now was to make love to his wife and helped her conceive a foal. His lips locked with hers as he pushed faster. Flesh slapped under the impact. He felt the heat build in his loins already. "Cadance, I-I love you!"

He panted and sweat and flushed. His balls strained with each smack upon her round buttocks. He whinnied and planted his seed within her garden, remembering the first time they ever made love back in school, and likewise how they consummated their marriage on their honeymoon. She whined with him. "Yes! Give it to me! Mame me yours, Shiney!" She felt his warmth fill her until the excess slithered from her.

He passed out blissfully inside her and drifted into a peaceful slumber. She understood all too well why Chrysalis had done what she did, how entertaining it was to toy with a pony's heart, twisting it until they submitted to your whims. He was entirely hers now. She had skewed his perceptions to such a point that he would defend her to the death, believed he was still a valiant hero who would seed the fertile mares of her choice.

She turned to Death who hovered in place lost in a trance-like state; it was like a form of meditation the creature did to conserve its strength until it was called to be active. She reached a hoof for her mock copy of the Necronomicon, traced only cool stone, and continued to fish about, until she became more irritated by the second. "Where...?"

Her eyes desperately scanned the altar to find where it might have been discarded. Then she noticed a certain absence and it all clicked. "Wet Nurse." Ever since her twin's death her hold on the earth pony maid had started to weaken. Of course she still had no choice but to love her mistress and strained to ever directly disobey her.

"You dare steal from me? That trash will wish I'd tossed her into the most brutal breeding pits after I've finished with her. I shall pay her back a thousand fold for her betrayal." With all the recent losses she would have to seek outside help. The army of cultists alone would not suffice for the task ahead. "Death, summon the mercenaries."

Death snapped to awareness and teleported away in a blink. With a groan Twilight rolled out from under Shining Armor, stuffing the seed that oozed out back into her cunt, and licking the excess from her hoof. She couldn't afford to waste any of his mana. The more he spent on her the more powerful the shell they produced would likely be.

She waited patiently on her throne until Death returned with a crew of mercenaries in tow. There were many companies she could choose from, but her remaining Horse of the Apocalypse knew which one she favored, due to their sheer brutality and efficiency when it proved necessary. They would often spend most of their time in Ponyville these days, due to the riots underway there, which made easy to quickly locate and collect.

"Iron Will reporting for duty!" The minotaur saluted, a two-handed axe strapped to his muscular back, his body lined in thick tattoos. "Send 'em our way and we'll break 'em in!" He was flanked by a series of bizarre creatures he'd captured and trained in the most vicious manner; a Bugbear, Cerberus, a Chimera, and an Orthros among them.

The slavering beasts gathered around their master. Ravenous and bloodthirsty, he'd taught them the pleasures of the flesh, and would feed them the scraps of any ponies or other creatures he butchered on the way. He lined his walls with the stuffed and mounted heads of those he'd executed while they sobbed and begged for their lives.

"One of my slaves has escaped with something vital to me." She filled his head with a vision of the copy Necronomicon and Wet Nurse. "I want it returned. As for the mare, you may have your fun with her, so long as she's returned to me in one piece."

His nostrils flared in anticipation. He'd wanted to be chosen as War, and now that Big Mac was slain, maybe he'd finally have his chance. He'd prove a minotaur was superior to any mere pony. "Consider it done! I see cunt and I'm ready to hunt!"

She nodded. "Do not fail me. You know the penalty." He'd seen what happened to stallions that refused to participate in her breeding farms, if they wouldn't rape their fellow mares they'd be transformed into females for the males to enjoy. Most of them quickly fell into line after that, and at first reluctantly abused their former friends and peers, rather than suffer a similar indignity. However many learned to like it after time. They would have their pick of all the horse pussy they could want on a daily basis.

Even with the abilities granted to Wet Nurse by her succubus form, she doubted the mare could have traveled far in such a short time, but she would order a number of her cultists to help them comb the area just in case. She couldn't afford any more loose ends at such a critical juncture. She was tempted to send Death in to aid their search, but knew it would prove a vital component in the ritual. Luckily she had already memorized quite a number of spells from the Necronomicon and its inferior copy.

She lazed on her bony throne and ingested a potion that would help the seed blossom in her womb much quicker. The noxious liquid made her face scrunch up. The losses of so many key lieutenants and her masterpiece Spike were quite a setback; it had taken years to properly break in and transmute the lot of them. Likewise the presence of Trixie had often kept her entertained whenever she started to feel lonely.

She shook away such thoughts. Companionship was a weakness. A remnant of her vessel's need to be a social animal. It was exactly what she wished to transcend. Until she stripped away all such vulnerabilities she could never truly feel complete.