A madman from some unknown parallel world wrote the Necronomicon. Its interior was a labyrinth that played host to innumerable evil spirits imprisoned inside. A realm of warped time-and-space, it contained what appeared to be an endless universe, which shifted on a daily basis, conformed to the psyche of the occultist who'd written it perhaps thousands of years in the past. Somepony could potentially explore it for all eternity since time passed differently here, endlessly entertained.
That traveler was Beatrix Belladonna. Daughter of Trixie Lulamoon and Shining Armor, some would consider her a freak of nature, like a human with the features of a pony, down to a petite snout. Her thin coat was violet to match her eyes, perhaps a subconscious decision on her mother's part to make her better resemble Twilight Sparkle, as she'd been magically shaped in her womb by a combination of Trix's passive will and the Necronomicon's power which she'd drawn upon.
She stood tall and voluptuous, with a pointy hat, a high-cut leotard with a thong and a completely bared back, and a short cape a darker shade of purple decorated with a sea of yellow stars. Fingerless gloves rose to her upper arms, and heeled boots came thigh-high. Her mane was a similar shade to her mom's, but of a darker hue, and she carried herself with a sense of mischievous pride whenever she strutted with a sway of her hips. Vibrant eyes that matched her locks rapidly fluttered.
She stood upon a platform, more like a pillar of stone, which hovered above a swirling void. Gracefully she hopped from one rock to another with a titter. Of course, she wasn't alone; she was never alone anymore. Not since she'd become one with the Smooze. The pair had combined into one entity. Without 'him' she would likely die in short order since their essences had become eternally linked. (Do not worry,) he said telepathically. (I shall never abandon you.)
“I know,” she whispered wistfully. “Just the occasional doubt. We mortals are very insecure, you know! Although to be honest now that you're part of me I'll probably outlive everypony I know. Maybe I'll even live forever...”
(Should it ever become too much, I could always separate from you, and allow this to end. Of course, I do not wish that.)
“Nah. Certainly not anytime soon. I like my life! So much to see and do!” She spun with a flourish.
Not far behind her sailed Starlight Glimmer, who'd become an alicorn ever since her dip in the cauldron that once belonged to the cult of the nemesis. The Necronomicon had warped her mind and soul, and now she was afraid to face everypony she'd wronged in Equestria, determined to atone in the only way she believed still possible by aiding her.
Upon the alicorn's back rode Trixie Lulamoon, whose body had similarly been transformed by the Necronomicon, now a blue-skinned human that wore a similar costume to her daughter but in a darker blue. She laughed and waved a thin hand with a flourish, bouncing atop her ride bareback. “Faster, Starlight! Trixie, ahem, needs to take a tinkle.”
“Ugh, fine.” Starlight rolled her eyes, her wings spread to their full plume, and sailed to the nearest chunk of debris where she touched down. “Hope down and get it over with, will you?” With a nod Trixie slid off when Glimmer hunched down.
Lastly came Lavender Lace and Fuschia Blush, a pair of unicorns who served as Trixie's assistants, who also wore cone-shaped hats. They carefully hopped from stone-to-stone, an aura from Beatrix catching them whenever one looked likely to fall, cast by a horn which manifested on the temple of the wizardess whenever she needed to draw on her magic. “Careful, you two!”
“Easy for you to say!” Fuschia teetered by the edge with a snarl while she was gently set down. She brushed aside short, wild red hair with a forehoof. “I know we said we'd follow you anywhere, Trixie, but this is almost too much!”
Lavender's legs shook. Her silky blonde locks fell over her delicate face “At-at least we haven't seen any monsters around here yet!” Her eyes darted around. “There aren't, are there?! Oh no...” She nibbled on a hoof.
“Quiet you two,” snapped Trixie. With a snap she temporarily banished her leotard, squatted down by the side of the platform, and closed her eyes with a smile and a sigh while she released a warm stream of urine into the void. On the road where there was little time or privacy, and with all the stallions she'd slept around with, she'd lost almost any sense of shame years before.
“This place is a little empty,” observed Star. “Especially compared to some of the places we've seen!”
“Yeah, we'd better head further in.” Beatrix tapped a foot while she waited for her mother to finish. While they didn't seem to need to eat, drink, or sleep much to sustain themselves here, they were still slaves to certain bodily functions when they hit. Of course due to the Smooze she didn't have to worry about such things at all! “Sure wish Flurry Heart could see all this!”
But she reminded herself her foalhood friend had the Crystal Empire to run. No more adventures for them anymore! She fondly recalled the days when they'd scheme up new ideas, mix potions, and simply share their troubles over snacks and giggles. Neither ever wanted to leave those times behind, but responsibilities had inevitably forced them apart.
With a click Trixie's attire materialized back on her and she leapt back onto Glimmer's back. The party traveled further in for well over a mile before the scenery altered once more. Suddenly a labyrinth manifested before them, its top enclosed so they couldn't simply sail over it, so tall and wide it appeared to eclipse the tallest buildings in Equestria many times over.
“Looks like there's no way around it,” noted Starlight. From what they could see there was only a sole entrance. She attempted to teleport past the walls, blinking away with Trix still straddling her, only for the pair to suddenly be tossed back by an invisible barrier. “What the-? It's like there's something similar to a magic neutralizing field around here!”
(Careful,) the Smooze cast to his host. (Someone is nearby.)
A minotaur stomped out from the enchanted maze, bare-chested and tattooed across his musculature, with a small bear upon his chin. “Just spells that try and cheat Iron Will's labyrinth!” He crossed powerful arms, an axe slung on his back by a strap.
Trixie shivered and almost tripped when she stepped back. “Iron Will?!” She bitterly recalled the brutal mercenary who'd sold out the cult, and with his horde of brutalized beasts assaulted Shining's force. “B-b-but you're...you're...”
He chuckled heartily. “Dead? Yeah, that's true, little missy. But it seems Iron Will's soul is trapped here!”
(I think I understand. This dimension serves as a sort of purgatory for evil. Those who accept their mistakes and seek to atone can ascend to heaven eventually no matter what sins they committed in life. But those who refuse to admit the errors of their ways are forced to pay penance here, for all eternity if necessary. It's why Foal-Bearer and Wet Nurse were absolved-)
“And he wasn't,” murmured Belladonna to herself. She strode to meet him with her chin raised. “So, you must be its guardian!”
“Yep, that's me, little one! Nopony's ever successfully crossed my maze and survived! But Iron Will is compelled to play fair. You can't fly above, around, or under the labyrinth, destroy or transmute through the walls, nor teleport inside, but other forms of magic are permitted! Of course, you could always turn back instead!” He bellowed with belly laughter.
“Not our style,” quipped Beatrix. “Isn't that so?”
“Trixie certainly doesn't intend to!” Mother-and-daughter spun in a dramatic fashion as one to point at him. Once Beatrix had mimicked her mother's movements, but now she often took the lead, and Lulamoon quickly followed. Starlight trotted up after them, and with an exchanged look, Fuschia amd Lavender cantered up too. “Anything else we should know?”
Iron Will stepped aside to allow them entry. Darkness loomed from the solitary entrance. “Just a tiny little detail.” His smirk widened. “I have full control over this labyrinth! I can shift the walls, direct the monsters that were foolish enough to wander in and can now never escape...I imagine they're quite hungry and horny by now, since we haven't entertained guests in some time!” He chuckled and leered at the lot of them, which made Lace and Blush timidly lower themselves like they could vanish.
(I believe this is similar to one of those ancient fairy tales you read to me,) the Smooze cast. (He probably has to play by certain rules by his nature. For instance, I doubt he can harm us directly unless we attack him. I also believe he's telling the truth. Of course, he can probably lie by omission. This is all speculation, of course, but take care, Beatrix Belladonna.)
She nodded once and formulated a plan. From the corner of her eye she looked to Starlight, and nodded to the maze. “Hey, Iron Will? There aren't many stallions left on Equestria,” murmured Beatrix in a sultry manner when she stepped forward, so close they could feel each other's body heat, and traced her fingernails over his bare chest. “Mmm, you look like quite a dish!”
“I don't think a little wench like you could handle Iron Will,” he said.
“Maybe not on my own. But with a little help from my lovely mother, perhaps?” Trixie balked at her daughter's words for a moment, but Beatrix looked over her shoulder at her with a coy wink, which made her waltz up too and also pressed on him. With a simultaneous wave of their hands, the duo banished their leotards and capes, their nude shapes draped upon the minotaur. Firm palms encircled an asscheek of each would-be lovers, his loin cloth starting to bulge in response.
While the guardian was distracted Starlight led Fuschia and Lavender into the maze's mouth. While it was dangerous to split their team, Belladonna gambled that this distraction might enable them to cross the finish line. She hooked a digit into his garment, and knelt before him while she slid it away. Suddenly a pair of impossibly large dongs slapped her face. “O-oh!”
“Yeah, most bitches react that way. Although with a bit more fear in their eyes! You see, Iron Will calls it the 'Marebreaker'! The cult of the nemesis may have been nuts, but they sure paid well! Had this little modification made with their sorcery to add this little number, and make 'em bigger and thicker, too!” He grabbed her mane, smearing the precum beaded on their tips across her flushed face. He did the same to Trixie, marking the pair as if they were just another pair of his fucktoys.
The swollen, veiny rods were flared at the tips, and he started by bunching a handful of their manes, guiding his latest pets onto him and taking them in deep with a forceful thrust of his hips. Mother-and-daughter gagged a little but took him to the base, his cocks bulging out their throats when they sunk down their gullets. Rather than fight it, they allowed themselves to audibly gurgle and stared up at him with teary, submissive eyes when he roughly bobbed their heads up and down with his firm hands.
Spurts of thick, salty precum filled their mouths and drenched their tongues. They pulled off him momentarily with a pop, strings of saliva and pre connecting them to his penises, and they turned to face one-another, locking lips while they swapped spit and his emissions in a sensuous, sloppy manner. “That's it, you filthy little whorsies.” Smacks sounded when they repeatedly drew apart, then reconnecting, continuing to swap their mouthfuls and wrestle their tongues. Now, get back to sucking my cocks!”
Their mouths wrapped back around his dicks when they started to work him over much faster. Still on their knees staring up at his powerful chest and into his almost demonic eyes, they spread their thighs reflexively, their puckered assholes clenching and their cunts winking while a steady trickle of musky lubrication pooled under them. He'd yank their heads back, then savagely drive them all the way back down, face-fucking the pair fast and hard as he could while tears beaded in their eyes.
Not...bad,” he grunted. “Iron Will is pleased! Now take it all, you worthless sluts!”
Groans escaped him when he hilted them one last time. Their eyes went wide and teardrops rolled down their cheeks. Torrents of cum flooded into them, cascading down their throats, bulging out their cheeks, and erupting from their nostrils, the wads bubbling up and popping. He continued to fill them until their bellies bloated out like they'd been impregnated.
He continued to skullfuck them with slams of his hips until he emptied the last speck of his virile splooge. Again he ripped free of their maws, slapping them across the face with his pussy-destroyers and wiping them on their soon cum-smeared faces. This time, the duo opened their mouths wide to show his seed, swishing and gurgling it. The batter stuck between their teeth, slathering their gums, ropes of it clinging from their tongues to the roofs of their mouths. They traded his excessive snowball between them, again-and-again, groping one-another's generous udders and assmeat all the while.
He jerked off both his rods while he watched, soon worked up to the point where he throbbed. A fresh load hosed them down, splashing their hair, faces which forced them to close their eyes, titties, and stomachs, the geysers of spunk rolling down their slippery curves. They swallowed down his releases, rubbing it into their titties, and then started to lick his still half-erect members clean. “Yeah, you're the best little whores Iron Will has had in quite some time! But I'm still not satisfied!”
It would take a moment to recover his stamina, so he decided to take a little break, and check on those who'd slipped by...
*****
Meanwhile walls hewn of solid stone stretched out before Starlight Glimmer, whose horn lit up with light to illuminate the darkness, Fuschia and Lavender trailing close behind. The group reasoned that with the trial solved by at least one of them the contest would be solved and they'd be able to proceed further into the Necronomicon. Their hoofs echoed in the otherwise silent tunnels that wound around with no real sense. On occasion they would shift with a groaning creak.
“At least Beatrix and Trixie are doing a decent job of keeping Iron Will distracted,” she noted. “Otherwise this would be almost impossible! Still...” She didn't want to diss these two, but they were average mages at best, more suited to support as entertainers rather than fighters. Still, they did seem to work in harmony with their missing companions from what she'd seen.
“Sure wish we had a torch,” muttered Fuschia who dragged a hoof over solid rock with a snarl.
In contrast Lavender smiled dreamily and chirped, “That would be nice! Oh, let's hurry out of this horrid place!”
“Focus, you two. We'd better stay alert.” Starlight borrowed a tube of lipstick from Lavender's saddlebags, and used it to mark a path wherever they passed, uncertain whether it would make a difference in this enchanted prison but figuring it \couldn't hurt. They wandered without any real direction ever deeper, and it didn't take long before she started to become frustrated.
“There must be some trick. Some way to cheat the system...” What would Twilight Sparkle or Sunset Shimmer do? Well, she supposed it didn't matter. Her old friends were no more. She'd have to somehow handle this on her own.
A shriek escaped lavender who hopped back when a wall started to warp. Stone morphed into the face of Iron Will who bellow, “Having some trouble? Well, no worries, Iron Will's about to make this a lot more interesting!”
“Th-that's okay,” said Lavender who hid her face under her wide-brimmed hat. “We're fine!”
“Ah, but I can't let such lovely guests down! Did I mention all the monsters stupid enough to wander into my labyrinth? Well, I decided to train a few of them myself with some of the other travelers who crossed this way...” Stone crumbled at his mental command with a shudder, kicking up clouds of dust that momentarily blinded them. When it settled piles of bones and skulls were laid bare. “I like to call it the cunt-hunt. The beasts are headed your way. They can smell fresh, raw pussy in the air!”
Lavender paled as her imagination went wild. “N-no...”
“Bring it on!” Fuschia bared her teeth at him. “We survived the Smooze! You're just some punkass bitch mercenary!”
“Come on,” demanded Glimmer and the duo followed, Lavender stopping to place her cone hat over the stone face, unnerved by how it leered at them. They hurried onward, the former silence now broken by scratches and scrapes that reverberated around them. Their ears pinned back, even able to make out sniffs when the beasts breathed in the aroma of pussies.
Suddenly a pair of crimson eyes appeared in the gloom. Growls sounded when it leapt at the trio, the monster resembling one of the hybrids the cult once employed, a fusion between a dragon's body, a griffin's head, and a flurry of tentacles erupting from its back, slimy and decorated with pulsing suckers. Nails lashed out. Starlight barely raised an invisible shield in time, deflecting a blow that would have shredded off her face, making the abomination shriek and hiss in a rabid manner.
A concentrated blast of magical energy funneled from her horntip, striking the horror in its breast. A wound flowered in its bosom which bubbled up and exploded into a shower of blood-and-guts, raining towards them and landing on the transparent barrier, the soupy scarlet mess dripping down the air. “Nasty,” said Fuschia who was nonetheless impressed by her skill.
Its body toppled with a thud. Fuschia trotted up and kicked its still twitching form. “Asshole.” She spun when a shrill scream arose from Lavender, as a similar monstrosity had sneaked up behind her, seizing her in its mass of coils. “Hold on!”
“No,” cried Lavender with teary eyes when she was pulled backwards into the blackness. “It's a trap! Leave me!” Her words trailed off when she was pulled away, and Glimmer tried to fire pin-point blasts at the beast in order to not hit the hostage, while Fuschia scurried up to aid her foalhood friend only for a wall to suddenly slam between them.
She frantically scratch her forehooves at the wall. “Lavender!” She started to light up her horn with a snarl.
Glimmer wrapped an aura around her and yanked her to her side. “Don't. Destroy that wall and we'll lose.” Fuschia huffed several times, eyes watering with rage, but her horn powered down as she forced herself to cool off. There was no choice but to proceed further. The pair simply had to hope the creature would merely figuratively and not literally eat the poor mare's pussy.
Lavender whimpered when a claw pressed her head down and a bulk settled on her back. She felt a pair of slippery cocks dig between her buttcheeks, then lined up with her fuckholes, forcefully impaling the unicorn while it mounted her. Her eyes rolled into her head and her maw widened as a cry turned to a whorish moan, pain and pleasure meshing in her burning loins.
Her face was fully flushed and she panted with her tongue lolling out while it roughly speared her. It drove so far into her sexholes it almost pierced her cervix, repeatedly stabbing into its slimy entrance with merciless strikes. Its wet extensions encircled her barrel, squeezing her tits so hard she feared they'd burst like balloons, suckers latching onto her erect nipples and suckling with wet smacks. More forced their way into her mouth and down her throat, while smaller ones slipped around its lengths, exploring the warm tunnel of her asshole, and worming into her womb, tickling her slippery walls.
Her whinnies grew more intense from the over-stimulation, almost on the level of when the Smooze had assaulted her senses before he'd become an ally, threatening to shatter her psyche with pleasure overload. And some insane part of her almost wanted to submit and surrender to a life of this bliss even if it had been forced on her. Only the reminder that she'd lose all connection with her loved ones enabled her to hold onto that sliver of sense which kept her grounded for the moment.
It humped her like its life depended on it, mind blanking as it embraced more primitive instincts fully. It beak widened and dripped hot drool that rolled down the slope of her back and down the curves of her heart-shaped ass.
Her cunt gushed when she constricted her tunnels around him, a series of rapid climaxes rocking her to the core, and the monster screeched with her, blast-after-blast hosing down her wet interiors. Her cervix was pulled wide open by the smaller tentacles, its cock firing directly into her uterus, which caused her belly to bloat out and slap on the floor. Her eggs swam in its sperm soup. More of its batter blasted her ass, shooting it s excess out from her rectum, while more salty spunk flooded her gullet. She continually came, to the point where she feared dehydration, in absolutely heaven as it fully claimed her.
*****
“Ready for round two, sluts?” Iron Will slapped mother-and-daughter hard on their asses which wobbled under the impact. His nostrils flared when he snorted in satisfaction, convinced his enslaved creatures could hunt his prey down without further intervention. “It's about time you two learn why I nicknamed my cocks the 'Marebreaker'...” He licked his chops.
“Mmm,” moaned Beatrix with a coy wink. “But let's warm you up a little more first.” With the Smooze's help she knew physically breaking her would be almost impossible. However Trixie didn't share her advantage; his oversized equipment swelled a tad more, to the point where it might carve out her insides. “Is it me, or is your tool growing?”
“You've noticed, huh, bitch. Another side-effect I requested from the cult's leader. I think she used to be a friend of Trixie's?” He laughed unaware and not really caring that the nemesis was actually the Twilight Sparkle from the parallel world filled with humans. “Anyhow, Iron Will loves stretching whores open while he fucks them, seeing how long the dirty mares last!”
“We won't disappoint,” promised Belladonna who looked to her visibly pallid mother and slyly smiled. She laid Lulamoon down on her back, and crawled atop her, their still cum-smeared breasts smooshing and their hard nipples kissing when she draped upon her. They started to sloppily make out with smacks, groping one-another's assmeat. She pulled her mom's thick thighs apart, grinding cunt-to-cunt as she scissored her, wet schlicks sounding as their labia lips locked in an impassioned kiss.
Spreading the Smooze thin was dangerous. Since he was now bonded to Beatrix Belladonna's body separating for any length of time would kill her and possibly him too. After all its the potions she'd ingested which had allowed them to combine in the first place and so he wasn't certain he could even freely bond with another host now. They lived in a symbiotic relationship.
(Do not worry about me,) he cast in her head sensing her fears. (I would gladly risk it all for you. I believe we can survive this, especially since I will still be in close proximity.) Greenish-yellow slime slithered from her moist, dripping vagina, strings of hers and Trixie's lubrication connecting their womanhoods, and unseen by Iron Will the Smooze flowed a wide portion of its essence from Beatri'x womb, traveling from one tight snatch to another while it filled up Trixie's slippery uterus.
Lulamoon's eyes were haze and half-lidded when a warmth filled her core. “O-oh,” she whined and squirted a bit on her daughter's twat, her swollen lower lips winking with need to be further filled. “W-wha,” she murmured sleepily.
“Shhh,” whispered Belladonna whose own slit flexed with the foal-tunnel that bore her. “Doesn't it feel nice?”
Trixie nodded weakly. “I-I've never felt so...complete. B-but Trixie desperately needs a huge cock in her!”
He crouched behind the pair, firm hands upon Beatrix's asscheeks, spreading them wide open to expose her tight pink asshole. He rubbed his cockheads over their watery slutholes, Belladonna grabbing her mother by the ankles, lifting her still booted legs until they were around her head, still pressed pussy-to-pussy. He swatted her posterior hard with both palms. “Beg for it!”
“I...I want your dick,” whined Trixie practically in tears with need.
“Give it to us fast and hard,” demanded Beatrix while he continued to rub precum-soaked penisheads on their snatches.
“You'll have to do better than that if you want Iron Will to service you, cocksleeves!” His muscles tensed while he kneaded their buttmeat. Veins threatened to pop on his musculature, he too desperate to breed these two but unwilling to admit weakness.
By this point mother-and-daughter were not only in sync with their movements, but their thoughts too, able to share one-another's headspace telepathically due to the Smooze sloshing inside their wombs. Their strained voices cried out in unison, “Breed us senseless! Smash our pussies! Break us!” By now they were worked up into an absolute frenzy, winking on his flared tips. Juices ran down his vein-covered meat, preparing him to fulfill their natural, biological purpose.
He slammed into their cunts with a downward thrust, immediately ramming against their cervices. They moaned loudly, continuing to rub their breasts and nipples against one-another while he savagely worked them over, pounding them into the ground with violent thrusts of his powerful hips. “How long,” he grunted between rapid thrusts. “Will you...last?!”
He willed his cocks to grow even longer and thicker, spreading out their hot pink tunnels, until his bulge was visible in their stomachs. His cocks stretched their skin so wide they practically caressed each other, the women mewling under him while he spanked, molested, and bit them. He spat on their assholes, working his thumbs into them, their rectums compressed around his digits. He'd ruptured the insides of what he deemed lesser mares, even torn them in half with his weaponized penises.
With another howl and a particularly hateful thrust he finally slammed past their cervices, spreading them wide, bottoming himself into their wombs. “Oh Celestia,” the pair cried when the Smooze started to pump aphrodisiacs into their brains, making certain any pain he tried to inflict on them was transformed into equal pleasure, but taking care not to push it so far their minds would be fractured by bliss. They distended unnaturally to accommodate him, minds numbed by euphoria.
They were the firs to cum, splattering him in their liquids, which washed over his chiseled form. They clenched him like a vise, and he groaned with a clench of his teeth, blowing his load directly in their wombs. His balls emptied, packing in an ocean of his cum, which churned inside them as their stomachs swelled to bursting. Luckily the Smooze allowed them to stretch as much as needed, letting them safely balloon out, their milk jugs swelling as well and pumped with chemicals which made their nipples drip with milk, a further bit of enticement the Smooze added at Beatrix's mental request to push Iron Will further over the edge.
“Break, damn you...break!” He continued to slam into them, their cunts milking him all the while for every last drop, Beatrix and Trixie lifting one of their udders up into the other's lips, licking the beaded milk from the areola, tugging, nipping, and suckling from the erect nipples to drink down the sweet nectar from its source. The excess stained them with milk mustaches, making them giggle, the sloppy excess running down their chins. They squeezed their free tit with the other hand, painting each other's breasts and even spraying into one-another's mouth, slurping it from their lips and meeting in a sloppy, milky kiss.
He tried to pump them to overload, draining himself in the process, and he collapsed unconscious with a thud, plopping loose of their gaping wet vaginas with a loud plop when he fell on his back. His cocks continued to shoot the last traces of his semen all over the pair, further coating their sweaty and slippery physiques. His dick continued to throb, and they knelt to lick it and his balls clean, making out while they worked him over, swapping more of his snowballs between them, still addled with pure lust.
Their uteri churned with trenches of foal-batter their eggs drowned on. Were it not for the Smooze preventing it they would have been impregnated, several times over at that were it physically possible due to his ultra-virile seed. But their plan had worked and he was rendered helpless. Yet he'd also prepared his own traps in case of such an unlikely scenario...
*****
Corners were rounded and corridors traversed while Starlight and Fuschia searched for the exit. Luckily it had become more of a straight shot now that its master was no longer in play. However the pair had started to tire, exhausting excessive amounts of their magic while they downed a number of monsters roaming the area. Blood and bodies soaked the pathways and splattered the walls. They huffed and hurried onward, knowing the sooner they escaped, the sooner they might be able to save Lavender.
“Almost...there...I think,” choked out Fuschia between pants. She'd nearly collapsed from exhaustion, her spells more based around entertainment rather than offense or defense, although she and Lavender had picked up some trciks from their leader Trixie. “What the-” She stopped short when her forehoof passed through a wall. “Hey, I think this is a shortcut!”
“Wait, it could be a-” But before Glimmer could finish her warning, Blush had started to trot through, when the wall suddenly turned solid once she was halfway through, sealing her in place. Her barrel was locked in the center, swishing her tail and kicking her hindlegs impotently, her pert hind end presented to the world. “I-I'll come back for you! I swear it!”
She hated to abandon another comrade. But she couldn't risk failure now. Nor could she simply wait around and let the horde of beasts headed her way overwhelmed her. Despite her newfound alicorn status she still had limitations. Closing her eyes, she galloped away, sensing that the exit was somewhere close by. Once she reached it, she hoped this nightmare would end.
In the meantime the monstrosities battled for dominance to mount their helpless prey on both sides of the wall, until a clear alpha emerged from the two packs, one hybrid driving its javelin-like cocks down her throat, making her gag and tear up with audible smacks when it ruthlessly nailed her face with claws wrapped around her head and sunk into her mane.
From behind a pair of dicks knotted her sphincter and vagina, spreading them open when the veiny protrusions swelled. Her dock raised her tail instinctively, nails digging into her flanks and drawing small trickles of blood while it ravished her with a psychotic need for release. She whinnied and sobbed, nonetheless flushing and soaking her loins with a primal lust.
She choked on the powerful spray of cum dumped down her gullet, swallowing some and vomiting out the excess once the beast pulled free, merely for another to immediately replace it. Likewise her stomach distended once torrents of cumshots were fired up her ass and puss, and she desperately pushed what she could out of her fuckholes before the next in line took its turn mounting and raping her, fearing her womb would rupture from the splooge which rolled noisily inside her.
She lost count of how many times she was taken. Her marehood betrayed her, it and her ass trying to suck in the penises defiling her, begging to be bred roughly as an army of sperm rushed to gangrape her eggs. Fortunately Beatrix maintained the alchemical skills she'd practiced with Flurry Heart, and so she'd whipped up an excess of contraceptive potions, knowing that an event like this was always a possibility. Every time a sperm should have successfully inseminated her it instantly self-destructed. However as a side effect her ovaries ached for more, throbbing in her for a release she couldn't quite reach.
She moaned out in a husky manner in contrast to the more feminine Lavender, the tomboy mare losing all sense of composure when she came-and-came until she threatened to lose her mind. Were it not for the unbelievable pleasure coursing through her she would've cursed her fate. As it was, she hoped her friend was doing as well or better, despite the circumstances.
Starlight steeled herself for what she had to do. Sometimes one needed to do the wrong thing for the greater good. At least, that's what she told herself. But their sacrifice might allow her to save them all. “There,” she cried seeing the light at the end of the tunnel ahead. Was it another trick? She'd have to chance it. She rushed on ahead, prepared for anything.
Something massive slinked up to block her path. She skidded to a stop before the creature, its slitted eyes staring down on her, perched upon its haunches and paws. (Welcome, little one.) The sphinx's voice was deep and feminine, telepathically cast into her head, and she purred, licking her chops at the latest tasty treat. Unlike a mare her heavy udders rested upon her bosom, topped by wide pink areola with inverted nipples. (Looking for the exit? It's right behind me.)
For a moment she considered attacking the sphinx, but according to the legends they were quite swift and strong, and she doubted even a concentrated blast would be enough to take her. At best she guessed she'd mortally wound her before she fell herself. “S-so, what must I do? Answer a riddle?” She certainly hoped not. She'd always sucked at those.
(That is the traditional method. Of course, some adventurers have attempted to slay me...none have succeeded.) She cast a long shadow over the alicorn while she looked her over with a tilt of her head. (However, there is a third option. Please me and I may allow you to pass. Of course, a scant few adventurers have ever found success in said task?) It was almost a challenge.
Glimmer weighed her options. She didn't have much time. If she failed the riddle maybe she could try and take her out? Screw it. “I...I'll take the third route,” she offered. She'd certainly never had much trouble pleasing a fickle mare like Trixie. How bad could this be? Of course the sphinx likely had thousands of years worth of sexual experience behind her!
But she couldn't back down or out now that she'd announced her intentions. She sidled up closer to the exotic creature, staring at her predatory teeth, shivering when she lowered a paw and pinned her down like she was a mouse to play with. “Uh...n-not what I had in mind,” murmured Star who blushed while hungry eyes gradually looked her up-and-down.
Gently she removed her paw. (Just a taste of what I can do, my little treasure.) She flicked her tail. (Perhaps I should make it easier on you?) She laid upon her back with limbs up, cat-like to expose her soft, fuzzy belly, rolling her head about while light streamed on her from the exit. Almost like she was taunting her to try flying over her. (See anything you like?)
Starlight couldn't deny the sphinx's eccentric yet intimidating beauty. She was a mass of curves and well-toned muscles, feminine yet powerful, covered in a soft thin fur coat. Her tail was flicked aside to expose her flower, which peeked through the slit, glistening in the dim glow, and below rested a puckered pink anus ring. Her breasts rose-and-fell almost lazily.
She approached the lustful beast and suppressed a shiver. The idea that this 'monster' could rip her apart or swallow her whole in a moment somehow only made her more enticing. She pressed her loins together, which had started to burn and water, the sweet aroma of her would-be lover's pussy assaulting her nostrils. She breathed it in, wishing to drink the nectar from it source.
Stopping before a cunt so wide it could easily envelope her whole, she lit her horn and used her aura to spread the swollen labia lips open, a trickle of lubrication spilling free from the shiny prize and washing over the asshole below. A swollen heart-shaped clitoris peeked out, moist and throbbing, which she also encircled with her magic and tweaked. (Mmm...yes...like that.)
She spread her power to the sphinx's teats, massaging the soft mounds which rolled about, teasing out nipples which soon went erect. (Ahhh...yes. You are certainly better than most I've encountered. Of course, males tend to be more concerned with their own need for release...which I granted them when they filled my belly, still alive!) She giggled at the memories.
Using telekinesis, Glimmer slowly gaped the vagina before her open, until it resembled a wide pink cave, the creamy cervix visible within, numerous strings of clear lubricant connecting the swelling, slippery pink walls, which convulsed a little each time the sphinx sucked in a breath. She inhaled, then wandered inside, gently letting a cavern that could crush her with one squeeze close around her. She knew this beast had to play by certain rules so long as Star didn't try and cheat her code.
(Umph...ooohhhh....) The guardian wiggled and cooed in a manner that could almost make one forget how deadly she was. Star made her way to the right spot, rolled so that she was on her back, and took the spongy bit of flesh that served as the beast's g-spot into her mouth, rubbing it between her forehooves while she suckled and nibbled on it. (Mmph?! Ahhhoohhhh!)
Even with many lifetimes of experimentation the sphinx had never experienced anything quite like this. Not even when she'd used a particularly insulting adventurer as a living dildo until he'd suffocated inside her pussy. Her eyes rolled and filled with tears of bliss, her face twisted in a lewd manner as her tongue fell out with pants, cupping her titties between her palms and tweaking her nipples between her digits. She clenched her asshole, but restrained the squeeze of her twat much as she could, not wanting to harm the one who'd provided her with such euphoria. (Pr-prepare yourself,) she managed to warn through strained moans.
A flood of tranquil feminine cum rushed from the pussy's pussy, washing over Glimmer and almost drowning her, until she was washed out in a pool of honey straight from the pot that now completely drenched her. Noticing her intruder had safely exited her, the sphinx constricted her vaginal muscles rapidly, riding out the most powerful orgasm she'd experienced in thousands of years. So aroused was she by the sight that Star came too, adding her own spurts to the puddle that spread around the chamber.
Suddenly the paw came back down and pinned Glimmer. (I would like to keep you,) she admitted then withdrew her arm. (But I cannot deny that you've passed.) She slinked onto her side. (I must thank you for the special treat. One that will not be forgotten.) Her slit eyes continued to study her, like she was still curious how the little morsel would taste.
Deciding it best not to stick around, plus remembering why she'd undertaken this to begin with, Starlight Glimmer dashed through the exit. She was back in the open, this time in an expressionist style chamber, flat but fancily-decorated buildings cast in monochrome. She'd long stopped trying to make sense of whatever surroundings they came upon, knowing they were pulled from the imagination of the Necronomicon's mad writer. “I did it! Can you hear me, Iron Will? I beat your labyrinth!”
*****
The Smooze cast, (Starlight has completed her mission.) In order to awaken Iron Will, not to mention sate their own needs, Beatrix and Trixie wrapped his cocks between their breasts, which squished close as they could while they ran up-and-down his lengths. They took his flared tips into their maws, suckling the precum that beaded his urethras with slurps, spurts of milk decorating one-another's teats and him while they stimulated him back to awareness. He snapped awake, creaming their faces and filling their open mouths, so overwhelmed by their constant stimulation it was almost painful to the minotaur.
“Iron Will is...beaten?” He could hardly believe it.
He pursed his lips and his eyes burned. Nevertheless, he had no choice but to obey his unspoken code. With a snap of his fingers, the duo were teleported to the other side, their stomachs still bloated with his seed, and soon Lavender and Fuschia arrived too, winded and absolutely drenched in semen. “You all did well,” said Starlight Glimmer who was dripping with feminine excretion. “Not exactly the most dignified victory...but whatever works, right?” She smiled.
Trixie looked over her sprawled out sidekicks. “Will you two be okay?”
“Y-yeah...I think,” muttered Fuschia. “Give us a little while.”
Lavender continued to rapidly heave her breast and pant. “Th-those scary monsters almost broke me,” she admitted with tears in the corners of her eyes and a silly but unnerved smile on her dainty face.
“You've made Trixie proud!” She smirked convinced it was due to her lessons. “You'll be well-rewarded later!”
“What a weird place,” observed Belladonna when she looked around. “But no more than any other place we've been, I suppose. In fact, probably less so than many! Ah, we'll need a moment, too.” She pressed down on her belly and squeezed out the cum which overran her womb, the white syrup sputtering aloud when it bubbled and popped and oozed out like she was giving birth.
Lulamoon did much the same, the pair laying back and spreading their thighs wide, their gaping foal-makers squelching while they worked to empty them. The portion of the Smooze also wiggled from Trix's twat, and crawled back into her daughter, where the slime once more bonded with the rest of itself. The party cleaned themselves the best they could with magic, rested a short while, and mentally prepared themselves for the rest of their adventure into the endless possibilities of the Necronomicon.
There were limitless possibilities here. And also an innumerable amount of monsters which had taken root here, some deep in hiding, growing more powerful over time. The possibility always remained that one of these corruptive forces of nature could escape and invade Equestria once more. Thus, Beatrix Belladonna and her team made it their mission to hunt them all down!
Author's Note
I've considered doing more stories set in the Necronomicon. Drop me a line if you're interested and I'll consider it sometime. 
