Starlight settled her rump on the edge of the fountain, kicking her backhooves in the water. She watched Tree Hugger continue to lazily swim, while Pinkie swung upon the pillar at the center, a cascade running over her while she laughed. “So,” said Rarity who sat behind the alicorn while she styled her mane. “How have you been, darling?”

“Could be worse, I suppose. The first couple of cult leaders weren't so lucky.” But she could at least take some solace in the fact that the Twilight Sparkle from that parallel world, and Foal-Bearer who'd been a former crystal pony earth mare turned maid in Cadance's service, had passed on tpo an apparently peaceful afterlife even after the Necronomicon had possessed them. She'd thought that the former's soul had been annihilated, but fate had shown her a rare kindness in this harsh new world.

“Yes, well, best not to concentrate on the past. That way lies pain.” She still dreamt about both Spikes, the one from equestia and that human world, both who'd been her lovers for a time simply for her to lose them.

“Totally,” chimed in Hugs. “Like, just try and relax, you know? The feng shui is optimized in this sanctuary for, like, complete tranquility. All you have to do is embrace it, chickadee, and you'll be on cloud nine in no time!”

“Maybe so. I do tend to overthink stuff. Force of habit.” Glimmer sighed. “But the real reason I came here is because two members of Beatrix's team are retiring. Remember Fuschia and Lavender? Well, we could use some seasoned adventures to replace them. We don't want to just hire mercenaries. We need somepony we can trust.”

“Sorry babe, but I'm happy here. Besides, I never liked to fight. Just did so to help out because I knew ponies needed me.” Hugs stared skyward, still drifting on her back. “I'm no heroine. I'm not even brave. I just...felt like I had to do it, you know?”

“It's okay. You don't need to justify anything. You've more than done your duty. This is simply an offer. No strings.”

Rarity paused between smoothing Glimmer's locks. “I, too, have retired from the adventuring business.”

“Oh, don't be a spoilsport!” Pinkie happily chirped the words but her face had fallen in disappointment. “I mean, don't get me wrong, it's fun to hang around here with you two, but won't we get bored after a while? No? Well, I sure will!” She hopped down onto all fours before her. “I'd sure like to come, at least for a while!” She seemed to pull a sword out of nowhere.

With a groan Rarity said, “Oh very well. I suppose one last mission couldn't hurt.” She winced and hoped those words weren't tempting fate. While she didn't like to advertise it, she and Pinkie had fallen into a relationship, maybe partially down to the fact that they'd known each other the longest. They were the last of the Element bearers after all, not that it meant much anymore.

“If you're sure. It won't be easy to turn back once we're in the Necronomicon,” reminded Starlight.

“Ah, what the heck. Abandoning a friend is bad karma, you know?” Hugs hopped out then shook her coat and mane, tossing waterdrops everywhere. “Not sure how much help I'll be, but I'll do my best, man.” She'd kept a number of weapons in storage and maintained them just in case they were ever needed again. “Ready whenever you all are, chickadees!”

“It's almost like old times!” Pinkie hopped up-and-down.

“Righteous,” said Hugs who took turns hoof-bumping them. She hurried off to fetch her arsenal. A number of animals popped out and trailed after her, some which she'd adopted after Fluttershy had been lost.

Their easy comraderie reminded them of their time in Shining's force. But the way the Necronomicon's allure caused her to turn tainted those memories for Starlight, who'd turned upon former allies in a bid to save Sunburst, nearly unraveling time itself in the process. So many companions had perished in the pursuit to stop her. Would she ever feel welcome in Equestria again?

*****

Winding stone stairs led deep underneath the Crystal Empire, situated directly below the palace, and Flurry Heart led the way lighting the sconces while they passed. Clops of hooves echoed into the darkness below, bits of sediment falling into the mouth-like pit. Sure, she could teleport directly to the sealed vault nearly a mile down, but where was the fun in that?

She was followed by her entourage, including Diamond Tiara, Blueblood, and the small party who'd be joining her on this trip. Upon her back rode Beatrix Belladonna who straddled her and held onto the slight curls of her mane for support. Torchlight reflected off them in an eerie glow, shadows crawling over the cool walls wherever they trode.

“Just like old times, huh?” They had been little more than foals when she and Flurry were trapped in that world of humans. They'd been forced to grow up fast, practicing potion-making and perfecting their magic, physically becoming mares in mere days after the alchemical experiments they'd undertaken. But by then the Smooze had flooded the oceans and devoured nearly all life there; that world's Spike was the sole survivor they managed to save before they were able to cross back into Equestria.

“Yes,” answered Flurry who glanced back at her friend bobbing atop her while they marched. “Without you around it just isn't the same!” As the pair of them had never really had the chance to naturally come of age, they retained a certain juvenile nature even now, much to the chagrin of their loved ones. Thankfully, she was equally dedicated to the prosperity of her citizens.

Starlight continued to hang back, receiving sneers from Diamond Tiara, while Blueblood froze her out. Eventually the party touched down at the bottom where a pair of sealed doors stood, covered in endless phsycial locks which adorned it upon heavy chains, to say nothing of the layered spells enchanted upon it. “Well, this is our stop,” noted Glimmer.

“Unfortunately,” said Blueblood. “We can't proceed any further. But I'm sure you'll be fine on your own, Flurry.”

“Don't worry, we'll handle everything!” Both advisors were eager to prove their worth, particularly Diamond Tiara, both hoping to shed the reputations of who they used to be. They would win the respect of everypony yet!

With a slap on the flanks Diamond since the young Empress forward, and Flurry smiled with a wink at the pair, preparing to step into the portal Beatrix and Trixie were opening up with a swirl of their hands. She crossed the swirling void which caused a temporary rift in the stell doors which enable her to pass, followed by the rest of the part into the tomb-like vault.

It wasn't unlike the chambers Fancy Pants had once kept the black tome in beneath Las Pegasus, until the second cult leader Mother, AKA Foal-Bearer, had ysed them Smooze to break in. However there were no other cursed treasures here. Simply a single stand where the book rested, woven from stitched together, mummified flesh that carried a musty odor, adorned with faces twisted as if trapped in an eternal scream. Despite the tattered appearance of its innards it was supposedly indestructable.

Beatrix hopped down, heels clicking, and a handful of slime from the Smooze appeared in her palm, morphing into a skeleton key which allowed her to undo the locks around it which fell away with a snap. She opened to a page she'd mentally bookmarked so they could continue their journey. Normally such a thing shouldn't be possible since the tome's magic obscured a reader's memory of such, but the Smooze had learned to counteract the spell, enabling her to safely discern its secrets.

(Do not worry,) the Smooze cast into her head. (So long as I concentrate whenever somepony is near the Necronomicon, I can stifle its influence to a certain degree. If Flurry Heart were seduced by it, even we may not be able to neutralize her.)

“I know,” whispered Beatrix who turned thoughtful as she traced a fingernail down the pages written in dried blood. The language was alien, adorned by complicated symbols, and pictures of devils. It was more than a grimoire; it was also a demonology codex. Entire planets and perhaps universes had been corrupted and consumed by its forbidden knowledge.

It had tried to tempt her, too. Promising whatever her heart desired. That she could be the most famous and powerful wizardess Equestria had ever seen. And were it not for her constant symbiotic companion she might have been seduced.

Turning back to them with a flourish which made her short cape whip about, Beatrix smirked and said, “Let's head inside, shall we? Just place your palm on this page and repeat after me.” She practically sang the bizarre, almost unintelligible lines, and Flurry was the first to mimic her, being sucked into the page with a whoosh as her body warped and blurred.

One-by-one Trixie, Starlight, Rarity, Pinkie, and Tree did the same, until she was the last one standing. “Ready, Smoozy?”

(Always.) Like always Belladonna entered last, and was deposited within the tome's interior, a manifold of countless often bizarre dimensions that were smashed together like a keleidescope. Red sand kicked around her when she touched down behind the others, and she took a moment to dust herself off, shieldding the top of her eyes from a storm as she studied the horizon.

“Not exactly what I expected,” admitted Starlight.

“This is one of the more mundane places we've seen,” said Beatrix. “The next one could be much crazier!”

“Seems pretty wild to me,” said Tree Hugger who dragged a hoof over the rust-colored sand, glittering grains sticking to her forehoof. “Almost like we're on the surface of a barren planet? Thank Celestia we can breathe, you know?”

“Trixie would thank Celestia if she were still with us. Maybe we should pray to Flurry Heart instead?” She couldn't keep a twinge of sarcasm from her voice. “After all, she's the closest thing to a Goddess left on Equestria!”

Flurry tittered. “I wouldn't want to be worshipped, anyhow! Too much pressure!” She knelt down and let Beatrix hop onto her back. “So, which way?” She paused wide-eyed, seeing a familiar figure in the distance. “No, it couldn't be...”

“Wait,” warned Beatrix, but the alicorn already spread her plume, kicked off in a shroud of dust, and sailed away. They crossed the desert-like expanse hastily, Belladonna twisting around to see their allies become tiny dots in the storm.

“Father,” the pair exclaimed when a white unicorn came into view, the Paladin garbed in pirstine attire that matched his namesake, fit to his musculature while a blue mane flowed behind him in the wind.

(Shining Armor is dead. He was slain by Conquest in the final campaign.)

“I...I know,” mumbled Beatrix who shook her head. “It has to be some sort of trick!”

Flurry's eyes watered as she bit her lower lip. “But-”

Shining Armor shot him that goofy grin, before he turned and ran off. While they had different mothers, they treated one-another like full-blooded sisters. She continued to give chase, pushing herself to her limits, but somehow he was always just out of reach.

“This could be a trap,” warned Beatrix who sensed what the Smooze was about to relay.

“I-I simply need to know for sure,” said Flurry in a delirious tone, having never had the chance to properly say farewell to her father. She'd never been able to meet Cadance despite hearing so many wonderful things about her!

Touching down on the cliffs of a mountainside, where their father had apparently vanished into one of the maw-like caverns, Flurry darted her head about, spotting a bright light within one of them. With her spear-like horn lit up ready to fire off a spell if necessary, she was convinced of her ability to handle any situation, trotting inward while Beatrix clung to her mane.

Once they entered the cave's mouth it immediately closed in around them with a rumble, pebbles falling from above. The aura that encased Heart's horn pierced the shadows to a degree, reflecting a soft sheen off their skin, when the atmosphere suddenly grew oppressive, like a weight was bearing down on their chests. Their insides twisted from an onset of nausea.

“H-hold on,” called Flurry whose eyes blurred, dizzied when she stumbled about like she was drunk.

Beatrix rolled off her and landed on all fours with a thud, heaving and opening her snout as she vomited out the Smooze, who pooled before her in a greenish-yellow puddle. He squirmed and twisted, likewise effected by whatever odd sorcery was at work, unable to maintain his usual bond wih her as he continued to spill out. She paled and wept, struggling not to black out.

*****

Trixie scoffed and planted hands on her hips. “Well, this is already a disaster! Better stay close, I'm the most experienced one here!” But in truth she had no idea what to do either. She usually led her daughter take the lead and deferred rto her; after all, she had the Smooze to fall back upon. Starlight was the only one here who might match the Smooze in sheer power.

Of course even he'd been weakened as a result of combining with Belladonna, a necessary compromise so that she maintained her own agency, and likewise he wouldn't be reduced back to some eldritch entity ever expanding as it feasted.

“They can look after themselves...I think,” added Starlight more quietly.

“Broke out the old duds incase of some action.” Tree Hugger wore a thick bandana, a pair of ruby colored glasses, and an open vest decorated in buttons that symbolized stuff she was into, including one shaped like Fluttershy's cutie mark. Slung over her was a bandelier and an assault rifle which she cocked. “Don't like violence, but there's not much choice in this crazy place!”

“I share that sentiment, dear.” Rarity opened her purse which she'd packed with countless needles. All it would take was a bit of telekinesis and she'd be able to hurl dozens of them at rapid speeds which would disable or even kill anything living once they struck the right areas. She'd also prepared bottles of toxins that could paralyze or poison which she could dip the points in.

“Look out!” Pinkie dove at Rarity, the two tumbling as they narrowly evaded an almost silent tidal wave of sand which tried to crash over them, merely to end up mired in a whirlpool of quicksand that opened up where they landed. “Hey, no fair! You set us up!” She shook a forehoof and yelled at the desert like it was sentient. And for all any of them knew perhaps it was.

“Try not to struggle,” cried Rarity. “We'll simply sink even faster!”

Starlight took to the air, scooping up Trixie and Hugs wih her aura, the sandstorm obscuring her vision in a sea of vermillion. By the time she shook it away, all she could do was watch as Pinkie and Rarity were sucked into the hungry wastes, the wet sands bubbling while they vanished. “No!” She teleported over, then narrowly dodged another series of waves. “Damn it!”

Flying blind through the increasinly violent weather, they were forced to close their eyes, searching for anywhere that might be safe. “I'll guide you,” yelled Hugs over the onslaught of noise. “We need to sense our way through, you know? I'll follow the vibes in the air!” She closed her eyes and focused, going into a trance-like state of meditation. “Turn fourty-five degrees to your left and stay the course for a couple miles! Don't worry, I'm pretty sure I sensed Rarity and Pinkie are totally okay!”

Without any better options they decided to follow the hippie's advice. While she often seemed rather dreamy, almost airheaded, they knew from experience she was rather sharp at times, especially when it came to her premonitions.

Trixie squirmed in her skimpy costume, as she and Hugs had been deposited upon Glimmer's back, the high-cut leotard riding up her, giving her a frontal and back wedgie as the fabric bit deep into her crevices. “At this rate the Great and Powerful Trixie will have sand in her vagina! Probably up her asshole, too. How undignified!”

“Hush up so Tree Hugger can concentrate,” called Starlight.

“Yeah, yeah.” Trixie tried to pick the fabric out, but it wormed back into her numerous times, so with a sigh she resigned herself to a rather uncomfortable ride. She was tempted to magically banish her costume, but it at least provided some protection.

Eventually the trio crossed into a white miasma that suffused them. These transitions to another realm in the Necronomicon were often strange. The noise died away, the grains and sweat sticking to their furs, manes, and tails vanished, and the heavy aroma of perfumes suddenly suffused the tranquil atmosphere. “Whoa. Like, where are we?” Tree blinked several times.

They were deposited in a vast palace painted in pastels. Lush gardens were everywhere, complete with steamy baths, incense placed strategically about lush carpets, and the scenery was adorned with nude pantings and statues of human women. Sunlight poured in from windows that revealed clear blue skies. It was akin to a harem out of some fable.

Stranger still all of them were dressed in appropriate scanty attire, Starlight and Hugs having been somehow transmuted into humanized and rather shapely forms, clad in tiny bikinis and veils. They stared at themselves and each other.

“Wish Fluttershy could see me like this,” said Tree Hugger as she stared down at her fairly ample physique. “Heck, I'd totally love to see what she'd look like! She always was the most beautiful mare in Equestria, you know? Well, at least I think so!”

Starlight blushed a little, snapping at her bikini bottom which made her buttcheeks clap when to connected. Her figure was more on the average side compared to theirs but was still well-shaped. “This is too weird. But what did I expect?”

Spotting a table adorned with a veritable feast and bottles of wine, Trixie helped herself, shoving a handful of almost sickeningly sweet candied fruits into her mouth. “Mmm,” she moaned chewing on a mouthful. “Delicious! Trixie is most pleased!”

“Not sure we should eat or drink anything here,” said Starlight despite how tempting it all looked. However her friend kept stuffing her face, and with a resigned sigh she shrugged. “You'd better hope it's not drugged!”

“I don't sense any ill-intent at the moment.” Tree Hugger breathed in the incense fumes. “It's like eerily peaceful?”

“That just makes me more worried!” At least if she knew what was wrong there'd be some clue as how to tackle it. She thought it over carefully, barefeet padding on the spotless floors while she paced. “I know this sounds crazy, but what if somepony, or something, has learned to manipulate the realms inisde the Necronomicon?”

Trixie paused between nibbles, her mouth smeared in berry juices. “You don't think that's a leap? You're too paranoid!”

“Maybe. But it's like all those attacks were a deliberate ploy to divide us. Almost like somepony's toying with us. I should know...” She shook away memories of past mistakes. “All I'm saying is we should keep on our...toes?” She raised out her right foot and wiggled the curious digits. She hadn't had these in forever! “If there is some entity after us, I doubt it's benevolent!”

“You could be right, babe. Better safe than sorry, you know? Especially now that I've lost my protection!” Tree Hugger cast them a crooked smile and laughed at her own corny joke. She'd always been a rather eccentric one, but at least she was quite loyal to her friends. “Whew, is it just me or is it getting kind of hot in here?” She fanned herself with a mild blush.

“Trixie feels it too. Like something that pleasantly burns to the core.” She clasped her abdomen, and swallowed hard, trying to restrain a low moan. Not that she cared much about public decency or the like, but now simply didn't seem like the time.

Starlight pursed her lips. “It has to be this place. Like it wants to tempt us to stay forever. Well, screw that!” She tried to march out of the room, into a maze of hallways, but no matter which she took they all wound around to the same place. Stamping a foot in frustration, she attempted to teleport out, but found her magic was uselsss in this form. “Now I really feel naked!”

By this point a wet spot had formed in the crotches of their panties, an almost painful burning itch for release making their lower holes clench, erect nipples poking so hard into their tops they were visible. Unable to take anymore of this teasing, Trixie discarded her costume, veil and all, then spread her thighs as she started fingering her moist sex. Her vulva lips were swollen, as was the heart-shaped clit she rubbed between an index finger and thumb, sliding a pinkie up her asshole.

With her free hand she lifted up a heavy tit, closing her mouth around it and suckling on it with a low cry. Whatever it took to get herself off and end this blissful torment. Her eyes glazed over, her face heating up, pouty lips lewdly twisted.

Tree Hugger also discarded her clothes, always having preferred to go natural anyhow unless she had a specfic reason to dress up, and she took a couple of warm and rather phallic cucumbers from a plate, shoving the long and girthy objects deep inside her fuckholes. “Aahhh,” she whined as vaginal secretions pooled down the veggies. “C-could you play with my tits, babe?”

Starlight hesitated despite her needy whines, staring into those sleepy eyes for a time before she finally relented. “Okay, fine. But I still think this is a terrible idea.” She wasn't certain what possessed her to strip her own garments, but she discarded them into a pile, kneeling beside Tree while she massaged her soft orbs in circular motions, taking turns sucking on her titties and tugging on the wide, perky pink protrusions which topped them. The hippie panted and mouthed a silent thanks.

While she hated to admit it Glimmer was turned on like crazy too, her cunt leaking over her sweaty thighs. Why, she couldn't say. Was it really the atmosphere here? She'd certainly fooled around with Trixie many times in the past. Nothing she'd ever intended to be permanent, just casual, almost mindless sex to slake their lusts when they were needful or simply bored. It could be rather lonesome on the road after all, and a mare had needs, even if she usually liked to keep them private.

Pretty soon she too was lost in the moment, she and Hugs on all fours, pressing ass-to-ass as the pair of now thoroughly drenched cucumbers connected their clenching, warm orifices. Their supple buttocks wobbled each time they slammed together, both howling with eyes rolling into their heads while they sought out release, constantly on edge but unable to fully cum.

“Wh-why,” cried Starlight who played with one of her hanging udders as she continued to pound back into her lover.

“Just...keep going, babe.” Hugs did much the same,, molesting one of her own swinging boobs, ramming her nethers back into her partner. “This is gonna be so cool, I know it!” Her tongue lolled out and her eyes crossed as she worked herself up.

Trixie made a noise which resembled a whinny. “No fair. Trixie feels left out!”

“Perhaps I can help with that,” came a masculine voice from beyond the room. A rather dark figure dressed like a sultan entered, from elebarote ebony robes trimmed with scarlet, to thick obsidian waves partially traped under a turban. His skin was like blackened ash and his eyes burned crimson and emerald. “I take it you all recognize me...?”

“S-Sombra?!” Trixie knew maybe she should have her guard up, but like her friends she was so overwhelmed with primal lust right now, all she could do was stare at him as he started to disrobe and practically drooled. “P-please.” She spread her legs and opened her flower for him, hot pink and glistening as her love nectar dripped out and over her puckered rectum ring.

“You speak as if I'd offer you a choice,” he said in a deep baritone, his robes falling away to reveal his well-chiseled muscles, with what appeared to be a veiny, flared horsecock and swelled balls dangling between his legs. He lifted up her shapely legs by the ankles, his tip already beaded with precum, her entrances clasping with hunger to be taken. She didn't care where. Just that he helped her get off whatever it took. He traced his cock over her slit and anus, smearing them with his seed.

“D-don't tease me,” she murmured with fluttery, half-lidded eyes. “Wh-wherever you want. Just take me, please!” She practically screamed at him to fuck her, hazed-over eyes looking sideways at Starlight and Hugs who continued to mash their pussies and asses together, now smeared with an excess of lubrication which made the air reek of sex.

Sombra shoved his full length into her, sliding past the medial ring until he was balls deep and hammered against her cervix, spreading her slippery interior wide open which milked at him, more pre oozing and smearing all over her foal-factory. He gribbed her hair, forcefully kissing her, sucking and biting on her lips. His free palm roughly squeezed and slapped her sweet-tits, pinching, twisting, and pulling her nipples to their limit, as he started to violently, selfishly pound her.

But she was too overwhelmed with lust to remotely care. All she knew was that she needed to be bred hard, and now! Her udders bounced with each brutal thrust, slamming harder-and-harder until he finally penetrated even her cervix, and she yelped and winced in euphoric agony, slipping and driving himself all the way into her womb as he angled her ass upwards, in order to fully penetrate and claim her. She wrapped her limbs around him, staring into his eyes while he grinned.

She squealed and with a click of his fingers, he allowed them all release, Trixie dousing him in spurt-after-spurt of her nectar-like fluids, while Starlight and Hugs similarly erupted with wails all over themselves and one-another. They collapsed into heaps, still panting and barely conscious, while he flipped his whore over, keping himself embedded inside her while he pulled her hair back savagely, continuing to mount her doggy-style. “You like that, don't you?” He breathed hot breath into her ear when he whispered. “You like being fucked senseless like a filthy, lowly animal, don't you?!”

“Y-yes,” she cried through tears, still not satisfied as she continued to squeeze his cock, more precum dripping into the slimy walls of her uterus. She ached all the way to her ovaries. “Cum inside me! Impregnate me!” She was losing her mind with primitive desire, and he groped and smacked her asscheeks hard, leaving red handprints upon them, marking her as his property. He cursed himself as he lost control from her shameless begging, shooting thick ropes directly into her innermost portion, shooting wet walls he painted white with dense blasts of his thick, virile cumshots which struck her womb forecfully.

“Fuck,” he wheezed as he continued to shoot his last loads from his bottomed-out flared tip, gripping her tits so hard she feared they'd pop, certain to leave nasty bruises on them as his nails dug into her sklin a bit and left nasty red marks.

But she was cumming once again, reaching back and slipping some fingers into her unattended butthole, feeling it close like a vice around her digits. She sucked his still erect stallionhood in, milking out every last drop while she continued to climax.

“Y-you're doing this,” said Starlight weakly.

“Indeed.” He pulled out of Trixie with a pop, her babymaker gaping so wide from its huge intruder he could see all the way inside her birth canal, strings of her vaginal juices and his semen connecting the rising-and-falling tunnel of love. “Those who dabble in evil are often denied a peaceful afterlife. Our spirits have been called by the Necronomicon and trapped inside. Some like Iron Will or the Sphinx exploit their surroundings to prey upon those who pass through. Others are eternally tortured or devoured by the horrors which lurk within. But I? I discovered a way to manipulate the interior to suit my will.”

He clasped his hands behind him and walked around the trio. “Perhaps it was because I already researched the black arts heavily before I perished. I'd heard of the fabled Necronomicon but doubted its existence. I was tortureed for a time, my spirit almost swallowed by an eldritch abomination, but through a combination of knowledge and willpower I managed to alter reality and turn the tide. See, this place is like a dream...or perhaps more akin to a nightmare. All you need know is how to tap into it.”

He smirked and brushed a hand over Starlight's and Tree Hugger's cheek. “And the best part? I won't even have to force you to submit. You'll do it willingly once this little slice of Heaven weakens your resolve. I'll simply provide what your bodies desire.” A collar and chain appeared around Trixie's neck, which he held like a leash, yanking her to all fours and walking her like she was his personal bitch. Her eyes seemed hollow, practically braindead, on the verge of being completely broken in.

“You monster,” cried Starlight. “Let her go!”

“Why should I? You'll soon beg to join her. And if you refuse to break...well, I do have all your friends.” He showed them visions of Beatrix Belladonna, Flurry Heart, and the Smooze trapped in a cave, all on the verge of death as they were overcome with sickness, while Pinkie Pie and Rarity were still being sucked down a tunnel, uncertain where he should deposit them.

*****

With a thump Rarity and Pinkie landed on their bottoms, which they rubbed, having landed in what appeared to be a paperdoll house. It was made from newspaper, covered in rust-splotches from dried blood, the stench lingering in the air. “Disgusting,” mused the fashionista who cautiously trotted ahead. Crunches sounded under their hooves.

Pinkie quirked an eyebrow. “It is neat, though! Hey, what's that?!”

Ahead of them was a lone, familiar mare. One who'd once ran one of the breeding factories the cult of the nemesis operated until Shining's force had demolished it. “Suri Polomare?!”

She winced and scrunched up against a wall, trying to hide, remembering how Pinakamena, as she'd been known when she'd lost her mind after the slaughter of her family, had run the fashion rival through from cunt-to-mouth with the same sword she still carried. “Wait! We simply wish to talk...”

Author's Note

Chapter title is a combination of the artsy/surreal hentai Belladonna of Sadness and the Enigma song Sadeness, Sade as in the Marquis DeSade!