Beatrix Belladonna in the depths of the Necronomicon

During their travels ever deeper into the Necronomicon, Beatrix Belladonna and her crew uncovered a number of secrets. From what she could discern the dark tome slipped between planets and even parallel dimensions, to corrupt and ultimately consume them. Of course, a mere book was helpless on its own, despite the countless evil spirits trapped within its pages.

Instead it enforced its will upon others, played upon their weaknesses and desires, worming its way into their hearts. “It's one of the few things that can seriously threaten you,” she said aloud knowing the Smooze, who'd symbiotically bonded with her, could read her every last thought.. “If the Necronomicon corrupted you, you'd be pretty much unstoppable!”

(Indeed. So we must always take precautions.) He'd once been corrupted by the cult of the nemesis into little more than a mindless force of nature that lived to devour; but when he'd discovered a will of his own she'd taught him about Equestria. They now shared a bond closer than family or lovers; they were both lost souls who'd become soul mates.

Neither of them fit in with society. They were freaks of nature. She was somewhere between a woman and a mare, with the shape of the former but the traits of the latter, down to a short snout, a tail above her pert buttocks she could banish at will since her fusion with the Smooze allowed her to shapeshift, and a horn which would manifest on her temple whenever she cast a spell.

Her voluptuous curves were hugged by a skintight, high-cut leotard decorated in a star pattern, matched by a cone-shaped witch's hat on her pate. Heeled boots came to her thighs, and fingerless gloves to her upper arms, a short cape trailing behind her. Her skin was lavender and coated in a thin coat of matched fur, her bright eyes and mane a slightly darker shade.

Of course she could alter herself to whatever she wished, but she'd become fond of this form, no bout the result of her mother's unrequited adoration for Twilight Sparkle. As the daughter of Trixie Lulamoon and Shining Armor she had quite a reputation to uphold; not that she cared about the judgment of most, but personal pride compelled her to maximize her potential.

(We saved an entire planet,) he reminded her telepathically. (What could possible top that?)

“True. So young and already I've seemingly reached my peak.” She sighed. “Oh, don't feel bad. You couldn't have understood what you were doing at the time was wrong!” He'd eaten an entire world's worth of inhabitents, not to mention thousands more in Equestria. Driven by an unspoken guilt only she sensed, he felt determined to make up for his mistakes and learn more about his nature. It was a drive they shared. After all, she wasn't exactly the most morally sound person herself!

Currently the pair were on what appeared to be the surface of some rust-colored, barren planet dense with dustclouds, but thankfully the air was perfectly breathable. The skies were a mix of neon pinks and purples. She swore the mountain ranges visible in the distance were topsy-turvy. Compared to some areas in the Necronomicon, it was practically mundane.

Trixie stood a ways away, having been altered by the Necronomicon's power, which had warped the mare into a blue-skinned human woman. She wore the same costume as her daughter, in her own color scheme of course, and could similar summon a unicorn's horn when working a spell. “What's the hold up, you two? Trixie doesn't have all day!”

Her sidekicks/assistants trotted up. Both were earth pony mares, the first Lavender Lace, with a very mild purple coat of fur to match her eyes, a blonde mane trailing under her witch's hat. To her side was Fuschia Blush, with a wild reddish-purple short mane, her skin lavender. “We want to go home,” the duo whined as one. “It's horrible inside here!”

“You knew it would be that way when you agreed to come,” snapped Trixie who crossed her arms.

“I-it's like an endless nightmare I can wake up from,” mewled Lavender who sniffled. “You know what happened to us?”

“It was horrible,” agreed Fuschia with rapid shakes of her head. “Trapped halfway between a wall while all kinds of monsters took me from both ends...” She rubbed her backside, her holes still sore even after days had passed.

“Yeah, it's not a nice world we live in. Flurry Heart is working to fix that, but-”

Beatrix lit up at the mention of her foalhood friend. “Maybe we could go see her?” Returning the pair to Equestria would be a nice excuse to meet up. “I know Smoozy, I know. It's dangerous to travel out of the Necronomicon.” They usually reserved it for special occasions since there was always a risk something terrible could escape with them. “But if they wish to leave, well...”

The Smooze knew her intimately. Once she put her mind to something she'd stubbornly refuse to back down. (As you wish. You know I shall follow you anywhere. But please, take care.) She simply nodded, a hand firmly planted on a wide hip.

However the last member of their party hadn't returned. Starlight Glimmer had fallen under the Necronomicon's corruptive influence, claimed leadership over the cult of the nemesis, and used a relic called the cauldron to transmute herself into an alicorn. Her friends had managed to free her from the tome, but so ashamed was she of what she'd done, she'd chosen self-exile until Beatrix and her team gave her a new mission; an opportunity to ease her guilt by exploring the tome and hunting down the most dangerous eldritch abominations which lurked within a series of stitched-together dimensions.

A short time later Starlight sailed towards them with plume fully spread, red dust kicked up when she touched down. “So, ready to move on? Found a pool I could bathe in, but it seems pointless with all these dust storms around-”

“We're headed back to Equestria to drop off Lavender and Fuschia,” cut in Beatrix.

She quirked an eyebrow. “Are you sure? We can't do this often,” she reminded the pair. “I know you went through some rather unpleasant stuff in the minotaur's labyrinth, but if you back out now, we may not be able to pick you up again for sometime.”

“We don't plan to come back,” said Fuschia. “It's time we retired. Sorry.”

Lavender doffed her hat and bowed with her friend. “It was an honor to serve with you, Trixie! Thanks for all you taught us!”

With a heavy sigh Trixie said, “Okay.” She broke into a warm smile and hugged them. “Thanks for toughing it out so long. I know I've often been hard on you, but that's because Trixie has high standards, and knew you two could reach them!”

The pair were moved to tears as they returned her warm embrace. Trixie marched up alongside Beatrix, the pair swirling in a circle with their index finger pointed outward, the orb they traced cutting into reality itself as they opened a swirling portal back to Equestria. Mother-and-daughter moved in well-choreographed precision, forming a bridge between realities.

Lavender and Fuschia trotted in first, followed by Starlight. They entered last to make certain the nexus remained open, taking care to make certain nothing followed them through, knowing it could very well spell disaster for Equestria. With each abomination they slayed the Necronomicon weakened a sliver more, but they were thousands still lied trapped in its pages.

*****

Flurry Heart always had a full schedule. On her flank was a combination of Cadance's, Celestia's, and Luna's cutie marks; with the loss of all three alicorns their duties had fallen on her. Not that she ever complained no matter how sad and lonely her burden could sometimes prove. She stood on the balcony which overlooked the rebuilt Crystal Empire, concentrated, and slowly lowered the moon while she simultaneously raised the sun, the dawn breaking on her beloved crystal pony populace.

Those who became citizens in her country were converted to a crystalline sheen by the Crystal Heart; however once they left the radius of her land she discovered they turned back. But most welcomed this transformation and had willingly become her citizens in return for the boons she offered. She'd welcomed them with a warm smile and open hooves.

A knock sounded at her chamber doors. “Enter!” Her advisors entered. The first was Diamond Tiara, a little older, wiser, and nicer, but with the same snark. Her coat sparkled with a colorful shimmer. The second was Princess Blueblood, who'd been transformed into a mare when he'd refused to participate in the gangrape of other slaves, and become a victim himself at one of the breeding pits the cult used. While she'd once wanted to change back, she'd come to adore this lovely, svelte form.

“We have some guests,” said Blueblood with a flick of her mane. “Forgive the unexpected hour, but it's your folahood friend.”

Flurry perked up. “Beatrix Belladonna?!” She hopped up, barely able to contain her enthusiasm as her hooves clopped.

“Ugh, she's so annoying. Beatrix I mean,” said Diamond with a roll of her eyes. “Trixie's here too, that pair of sidekicks I can't remember the name of, and Starlight Glimmer. Oh, and the Smooze, though thankfully he doesn't show himself.” All of them agreed to keep the creature that had slain so many a secret, knowing it would only make the public needlessly panic.

Curtains swirled under the force of Flurry's wings when she sailed about a bedroom designed to resembled the one her parents once had. “Oh, it will be so wonderful to see them all!” She touched down before them with an embarrassed blush.

She followed them out the room and down the hallways. Maids bowed to her when she passed and she waved back. The trio headed down a spiral staircase, decorated with busts of Shining Armor and Cadance, while similar paintings adorned many of the pristine halls. Due to his fabled Shining's force, her deceased father was hailed as a hero across the land.

Guard ponies, stallions and mares alike, stood at attention and saluted her. Garbed in armor and helmets, each came armed with a halberd, their bright coats glittering. Their eyes had polygonal shapes visible. She marched down the carpeted throne room, took her place on a crystal-hewn throne, and her advisors settled to her sides. “Fetch our guests, will you?”

The soldier she'd looked to bowed and headed out. A while later he returned, and clicks sounded from Beatrix's heels when she entered, followed by her entourage. Flurry immediately hopped from her throne and the pair hugged, Flurry swinging her around as they giggled. “It's wonderful to see you again, Flurry.” She planted a peck on her snout tip.

“You too! And the rest of you, of course! It's so nice to see you're all well!” She gently set her friend down, then dismissed the guards, who closed the double doors behind them with a thud. “So, what may I do for you? Is this simply a social visit? I'm sure you've seen all kinds of wonders inside the Necronomicon! It's still safely tucked inside the vault, isn't it?!”

“No worries, it's safe.” Beatrix had helped Flurry and a number of other mages, including her mother, weave spell-after-spell, layering protective barriers around the reinforced chambers that housed the Necronomicon. It still had a seductive pull which could draw those in its presence to it, potentially seducing and corrupting them, until the evil spirits possessed those who would be drawn to free it. Luckily the Smooze offered her immunity to its pull, but she had to be careful about her allies.

“Whew.” Flurry wiped her brow.

“One reason we came is because my assistants wish to retire,” said Trixie who patted their hats on the brims. “They seek citizenship in your country.”

“Granted. You'll retire well off for your services,” said Flurry who beamed. Fuschia and Lavender hoof-bumped.

“Of course,” continued Belladonna. “We could use some replacements, so we'd like to scout around town. And...I wanted to ask if, maybe, you would consider coming with us for a time?” She gave her best puppy-dog eyes, fluttering her lashes.

Absolutely not,” announced Blueblood who took a step forward. “She has a nation to run!”

“Maybe she does deserve a vacation though,” considered Diamond who stroked her chin, staring upwards. “Plus, it will be a chance to handle things on our own, strut our stuff so to speak! Hmmm...” She smirked at the idea.

“Time passes differently there,” reminded Beatrix. “What feels like weeks could be nothing more than a couple days in Equestria. Surely we can 'borrow' her for a day or two? I promise to bring her back in one piece!”

“Ugh...very well,” said Blueblood who raised her snout aloft with a toss of her silky blonde mane.

“But should anything happen we'll hold you all personally responsible,” said Diamond. “That includes you.” She stared down Starlight who hid at the back, still too ashamed to face those she'd wronged under the dark tome's influence.

Flurry Heart squealed, in many ways still a foal at heart, forced to grow up too fast. Then her head fell. “Oh, but who will raise the sun and moon?! It's not the sort of thing just any unicorn is capable of!”

“Not alone,” admitted Diamond. “But with enough numbers skilled mages should be sufficient. I'll help, of course!” She raised a forehoof to her breast with pride. “It's not a long-term solution, but if it's just a few days we should be okay.”

*****

Fortunately some old friends were still on tour in the Crystal Empire to help raise morale. Vinyl Scratch, Octavia, and Lyra were currently stationed in the Empire to help boost morale, planning to move their tour onward once they'd raised a certain amount of money to aid in the rebuilding. Between sessions they'd abandon the stage, retiring to a shared dressing room. They were a sweaty and frazzled mess, having played well into the morning before they finally closed down the show.

“Almost time we shipped out,” said Vinyl who wiped her brow with a shiny forehoof.

“Mmm,” answered Octavia who toweled off her wet coat. “At least we look exquisite.” She almost hated to leave since the Crystal Heart had transformed them into even more beautiful creatures; like a troika of precious jewels.

Lyra plopped her back onto the bed with a bounce. “Whew, I'm pooped!”

“Not too worn out for the backstage portion, I hope?” Octavia smirked with half-lidded eyes and planted a teasing peck on her snout tip. After the unfortunate loss of Bon Bon, the mint mare had fallen into a relationship with the musicians.

Shooting upwards to rest on her rump, Lyra swished her tail about. “No way! I always have time for you two!”

“Good.” The DJ poked her nose. “Because Tavi knows how cranky I get when I'm not properly laid!” Her marefriend blushed a little, but she simply laughed, loving to embarrass and rile her up whenever possible. “Now, which one of you bitches wants to eat me first?!” She leaned back in a chair before a full-length mirror, spreading her thighs open and likewise the folds of her sex with a forehoof, the glistening pink orifice exposed when she pulled the moist cleft to one side.

“Vinyl,” cried Tavi in a scandalized manner. In contrast she preferred to take her time when they made love. Nor did she care much for her crassness. But in truth that sort of vulgarity had become an addiction ever since they'd started to date.

In contrast Lyra slid over to the DJ and enthusiastically dug in, sinking her snout right into her cunt. She happily breathed in her pussy musk, her nostrils flaring, Vinyl's forehoof on her head guiding her until she was embedded deep as her mouth could go into that warm canal, its wetness dripping down her throat and chin. “Aw, fuck yeah. Eat it you little slut.”

Tavi never cared much for that sort of degrading talk even when roleplaying, but Lyra seemed happy to go along with just about anything, unlike the reserved earth mare throwing caution to the wind in the constant hunt for fresh experiences.

Vinyl slid down her shades so that her sexy eyes were visible when she grinned at her partner. “Hey Tavi, want to eat my ass? Just slide under Lyra, I think there's room!” With her spare forehoof she spread open her puckered pink asshole.

Scrunching her snout, Octavia intentionally denied her, instead sliding behind the minty unicorn and lapping across her butthole and slit instead, the latter winking as her heart-shaped clit continued to swell. Vinyl chuckled some more and she couldn't help but wonder if this had been her plan the entire time. Lewd schlicks sounded from their all-you-can-eat feast.

A crunch sounded and the musicians froze. “Oh, don't mind me.” Trixie was lounging naked on another chair further into the room, holding a green apple she'd bitten into. “Just enjoying the show!” She was the first human in Equestria, an exotic creature stallions couldn't get enough of, especially since she'd taken up a nudist lifestyle when in Equestria.

After all there weren't any laws against showing off her bared flesh. She'd only taken to wearing clothes in public when she'd birthed Beatrix, but now that her daughter was older she saw little reason to anymore unless she was on a mission. Of course she'd been hesitant to influence her daughter with her perversion, but it seemed that came naturally to Belladonna!

With a shrug Vinyl commanded, “Don't stop.” Lyra continued to slurp at the insides of her nethers, paying special attention to the spongy flesh of her g-spot, more feminine nectar drenching her neck and drooling down her gullet. The DJ's horn lit up when a furiously blushing Tavi tried to pull away, seizing her with an aura and shoving her face back into Lyra's plush ass.

“That's hot,” admitted Beatrix who was further back from her mother, likewise denuded while she strutted about with jiggles of her ample udders and buttocks, her hips swaying with her exaggerated movements. “Looks like Fuschia and Lavender are loving it, too!” As a going-away present Trixie had finally taught them the spell to temporarily endow them with stallionhoods.

The sidekicks were currently going at one-another in a sixty-nine position towards the very back, taking the other's horsecock to the base while they happily suckled. It didn't take long before they simultaneously erupted, cheeks bulging out and splooge exploding from their burning nostrils from the sudden salty overflow which they struggled to slurp down.

“I warned you two their would be an excessive amount on the first blow,” mused Trixie who giggled. “Your crotches will aches pretty bad tomorrow, too. But never mind that. We've come to ask a favor. Would you like to adopt them into your band?”

Fuschia and Lavender hopped back to all fours, licking the traces of cum from their lips and putting back on their witch hats. “We have our own instruments!” The duo were practically of one mind sometimes, using their horns to float over their electric keyboards. “We saw your advertisements! We'd be happy to be your backup dancers if you'll have us!”

“We'll try them out,” said Vinyl whose face twisted in ecstasy, eyes crossing. “W-won't we, Lyra, Tavi?”

Unable to answer since she was still buried in the DJ's cunt, Lyra nodded weakly, while Octavia managed to pull back still attached by strings of pussy juice which smeared her snout when she answered, “Yes, we'd be happy to have you. But next time, knock, will you? I do value my privacy.” Seeing as she'd already went this far, she continued to lick Lyra's anus, clit, and slit.

It didn't take long before Vinyl finally came, rapid squirts filling Lyra's mouth, rushing down to fill her belly. In turn Lyra was soon pushed over the edge as she drank honey straight from the pot down, and she rapidly winked, Octavia's eyes going wide in shock and quickly closing as she was absolutely drenched by stream-after-stream which flooded from a well-tended pussy.

Octavia felt her own holes clench with need but was unable to quite find release, despite how much the leakage from her swollen vagina continued to pool beneath her. She flushed brighter at her own needy whines.

“This'll be a nice first test,” said Vinyl between pants. “Help her out, will you?” Fuschia and Lavender nodded.

“W-wait,” cried Octavia, but she was already being lifted up by the DJ's aura, Lavender sliding under the earth pony and Fuschia placing her weight atop her, as the duo speared her balls deep at the same time. “Umph,” she squealed, her shape juddering while they rocked into her, over-eager to exploit their new tools as they roughly took their first mare.

“You're so cute,” said Lavender as her tits smooshed upon Tavi's, their erect nipples caressing as she fucked her from below.

“I can't wait to cum in your ass,” breathed Fuschia hotly into her ear as she plundered her backdoor from above, biting the nape of her neck which made Tavi instinctively submit with a whinny. Unused to these new additions, the flared penises they summoned filled them with a rush of testosterone, making them feel far more aggressive and domineering than they ever had.

Whatever reservations Octavia once had were quickly swept away as her eyes rolled into her head, and her tongue lolled out comically, lost in shamefully absolute ecstasy while they violently impaled her. Her cervix was repeatedly battered, and she knew how sore she'd be come the next morning, but she hardly cared, receiving the most intense fucking of her life!

“Give it to her hard,” urged Trixie who felt a warmth and dampness grow in her own crotch. She shot a sideways glance at Beatrix who felt the same way, mother-and-daughter squeezing their thighs together, trying to subtly get themselves off too.

Stabbing into her one last time, the unicorns fully sheathed themselves in Octavia, a whorish moan escaping them all in unison when they all came. They packed her bowels and womb full of creamy goodness, while Tavi constricted around their veiny meat rods, splashes of feminine excretions cascading upon herself and those currently locked deep in her warm, wet fuckholes.

Multiple orgasms continued to rock Octavia until she passed out, Lavender and Fuschia also collapsing, still buried within her spunk-leaking, well-used orifices. “I'd call that more than a pass,” said Vinyl who nodded in approval.

“Y-yeah,” wheezed Lyra who licked her snout which had popped free with a wet slap. “I'd like to see them dance and play their instruments, though. Welcome to the team!” She tried to shakily raise to all four hooves, tail swishing about.

“Well then...” Trixie patted her former assistants affectionately on their rumps. “I suppose it's time we take our leave. Look after them, will you? Trixie has invested much in their education. I know you won't let me down!”

*****

With her return to Equestria, Starlight's heart sunk, a constant reminder of past mistakes. Unwilling to show her face in public, she'd been invited into Flurry Heart's room, where she stood beside her on the balcony to overlook the growing city of crystalline below. Pegasi, griffins, and dragons were busy in the skies, helping to construct the tallest buildings. Below earth ponies, unicorns, and donkeys did similar construction work, as races united to tirelessly rebuild a shattered land.

Sometimes the occasional bit of snow would fall on the land, tiny snowflakes which drifted in the wind. “Beautiful, isn't it?” Flurry placed a hoof on her shoulder. “We helped create all this!” She swept a wing towards the vast Empire.

“On the ashes of the cult of the nemesis. Which I headed,” lamented Starlight who bowed her head. She'd been the third and final leader of the cultists, convinced it was her own weakness that allowed her to fall under the black book's thrall.

“You're too hard on yourself! It's like what I told Cherry Jubilee! What happened wasn't her fault!”

“She was possessed by a parasite.”

“Pretty much the same thing! Parasite or evil spirits, you weren't in your right mind! Yeah, I don't expect everypony to understand that, but you're always welcome here!” She drew her closer by wrapping a wing around her. “I mean, look at me! I'm not even the real Flurry Heart! Just some creation by the cult to replace the real deal...”

She'd heard the stories about the Crystal Empire's fall, Cadance cradling her foal, feeding it poison in a double suicide rather than let them be taken by the cultists and transformed into destructive monsters or broodmares. Her father had died in a much later campaign while they took down the remnants of the cult. Fortunately, Shining's force had little place in Equestria now.

“Imagine if I'd been possessed by the Necronomicon! Or turned into one of the Four Horses of the Apocalypse! I might've ended up pretty much unstoppable! I mean, maybe you, Spike, or the Smooze would've had a slim chance, but-”

“Yeah, I suppose that's true. Thanks, Flurry. But since you'll only be a temporary member, we'll need to seek out somepony or two to fill Lavender's and Fuschia's places. Know any candidates who might be up for it?”

“I do know where Tree Hugger, Rarity, and Pinkie Pie are holed up. Not sure if they'd like to traipse about on another adventure, though! Guess we'll find out!” She blinked away with Glimmy, the pair appearing in the ruins of Canterlot Gardens, now overgrown with thickets, bushes, vines, and moss which hung from the marble columns, statues, and fountain at the very center. Pristine water continually ran with a tinkle, the sun shining on its clear surface.

The mares they sought were currently swimming in the circular pool, splashing under the cascade that constantly poured down. Hugs had removed her dew rag and fluffed her dreadlocks, while Pinkie giggled and snorted, tossing water over Rarity who similarly counterattacked, their drenched manes straight as waterdrops beaded and rolled down their physiques.

Despite their stealthy approach Tree immediately sensed the change of vibes in the atmosphere. “Hey, chickadees. Join us? Plenty of room in the bath, you know?” She floated on her back with a lazy, crooked smile.

“Certainly!” Flurry spread her plume to its full width and sailed over.

Starlight slowly cantered over, straining to meet their eyes. Was she responsible for all those who'd been hurt and killed? She'd indirectly taken Spike from rarity a second time, the one from that parallel world of humans having formed a relationship with her, only to meet his end due to a golem Glimmer had magically animated. She stepped into the sloshing liquids.

“Come on in,” chirped Pinkie. “There's always room for more!”

“Yes, let us put the past behind us, darling.” Rarity tried to force a smile, obviously still pained whenever she saw her.

“Okay.” Nonetheless Glimmer awkwardly kept her distance. She watched the others bathe and swim, Flurry scooping up water with a wing and tossing it over her coat. She resembled her mother more every day. Would any of these three be willing to undertake a journey into the Necronomicon, especially if she continued to travel with them?

Well she couldn't stop now. She had much to make amends for and this seemed her best shot!