Beatrix Belladonna in the depths of the Necronomicon

Scurrying the furst she could against the crumpling newspaper, Suri Polomore pricked herself on the tiny pins and needles threading the dollhouse together, yelping as she smeared more blood everywhere. Her eyes turned to saucers as Pinkie Pie trotted towards her, and she repeatedly flashed back to her final moments, the sword entering her cunt and exiting her mouth, skewering her. “St-stay away,” she wailed like a banshee, sobbing uncontrollably and pissing all over herself.

Urine stains spread across the sheets below, making the ink run, the stench mixing with the musty reek in the air.

“Oh, this?” Pinkie looked to her blade hung by a strap around her barrel and tossed it aside with a clink. “Sorry, I was a little crazy back then!” She giggled nervously, also recalling painful memories when she'd been 'Pinkamena', a role she'd taken after a psychotic breakdown after slavers had repeatedly raped her while they executed her family and friends before her. It had been quite some time before she managed to bounce back, finally forced to confront those demons, a straight mane turning back to bouncy curls. “Hey, I'm really sorry! What I did to you was wrong. Even if you were doing much worse to other ponies!”

“Pinkie,” snapped Rarity. She cautiously approached, taking her shaken former rival and hugging her. She'd tried to save her but Suri's ego wouldn't allow it before. Maybe now would be different? “Circumstances have changed.”

Suri wrapped her forehooves around her, still bleeding from small cuts all over. “I-I didn't have a choice,” she whined repeatedly. “I had to run one of the breeding camps, or they would've done the same to me!”

“I know.” Rarity produced a handkerchief from her purse and wiped Suri's runny nostrils. “It will all be okay.” She remembered something Sunset Shimmer said about those who accepted their sins were able to pass onto a peaceful afterlife; it was their own denial which kept sinners trapped in the Necronomicon. “Do you wish to come with us, darling?”

She shivered in her grasp. “Y-you would do that for me...? After all I've done to you?”

“Certainly. We've all made mistakes. This could be a fresh start for us all. Please, help us escape this horror-show.”

“I'll do what I can, m'kay? Trouble is, I don't have magic or anything, nor am I a trained fighter. My skills are pretty much useless here...” She sighed in defeat, relaxing as Rarity worked to clean her stained and matted coat.

“I'm not much of a brawler myself,” admitted Rarity who dug into her handbag. “However, I did learn to enchant weapons and armor during my stint in Shining's force.” She handed her an ornate dagger with a white blade, runes carved down the double edges. “It isn't much I fear, but it should prove quite deadly if you strike a weak point. It's designed to penetrate armor.”

Suri's forehooves were shaking when she stared at it, seeing her own tired and battered reflection. “Thank you.” She tucked it into the small case provided and strapped it onto her. “It's like I've been trapped in a nightmare, and you've woken me up.”

Before she couldn't even think of escape. It seemed impossible. But now the truth dawned on her; that this prison was a creation of her own beaten-down psyche. She could manipulate it, to an extent. She led the way through a maze of papered up hallways, foal-like giggles sounding from elsewhere, the lights dimming and the tunnels narrowing deeper inside.

“Here,” pointed Suri and Pinkie diced into a wall, paper shredding as she cut a hole which led into a brighter area. “Almost there!” She dashed aside, more-and-more light swallowing up the darkness as they moved forward.

“Look out!” Pinkie hopped up, slashing through a series of strings which shot their way, but even more exploded from every angle around them. She managed to cut several more of the shiny lines, and Suri also severed a couple, before they were suddenly wrapped up and bound tight as the strands were drawn taut. “Rarity, make a run for it!”

“B-but-” Rarity flared her horn, telekinetically manipulating a knife with deft precision and trying to cut them down, just for more of the coils to jut her way. She managed to sidestep several, simply to be wrapped up in dozens more, a shriek escaping her as she was lifted off her hooves like her allies, their limbs fully spread as they were pinned in place.

“Somepony else has control of this realm,” cried Suri. “But who could possibly hijack it?!”

Something stomped their way. Their surroundings quaked under the bulk of slow movements. They could do little more than stared in disbelief when a purple, three-headed dragon, complete with leathery wings, armor-like scales, claws, and a spaded tail marched towards them with a sniff of his flared nostrils. His great mass was akin to a mountain of pure muscle.

“Spike?! No, I've seen the drake I love die twice...” Rarity had fallen in love with him, but their romance had been cut short when the cult turned him into a weapon. She'd managed to remind him of who he was eventually when she'd shown him the Fire Ruby, a shared symbol of their love, and he'd lost his life helping to stop a massive amalgamation of eldritch abominations that had formed a titan upon their escape from the Necronomicon. For a time she swore never to love again, rather than betray him.

Then there had come the other Spike from that parallel world of humans. He'd emerged here as some sort of hybrid between a dog and a drake, having ingested a number of alchemical concoctions Flurry and Beatrix fed him, and after some time they'd fallen into a relationship. However, he too had died stopping a golem in his own likeness which the cult used as an enforcer.

He padded around the troika and sniffed at them, his tail lazily waving about. Each head rose before them, and for a terrifying moment she dreaded he'd eat them. Which he did, but not like she expected! “Wh-wha-” She tensed up when the center head's tongue suddenly worming into her waiting snatch, shocking herself as she moaned whorishly and dripped into his mouth.

He offered them the same treatment, and they reacted in a similar manner, as the long-necked Spikes worked them over. His forked tongues proved impossibly long, spreading their foalcanals wide, crossing past their cervices and overlapping the pink protrusions into their wombs so many times they bellies swelled out like they'd been heavily impregnated.

“Oh Celestia...fuck me,” cried Rarity losing all sense of decency as he carefully prodded her pastel pink, puckered asshole with a claw and worked the warm fissure over as well. He did the same to Pinkie, while he used his tail tip on Suri, spearing their clenching anuses while they similar constricted gushing pussies around him while he licked them out.

“Th-this feels w-wonderful!” Pinkie beamed, unlike them not even trying to resist but just riding it out. “No wonder y-you chose Spike!” She cast back her head and came anew, squirting all over his face into directly into his razor-toothed maw.

Suri couldn't help but whimper and whinny with them, her teats swaying as she struggled pointlessly in her minds, face burning hot as she too rode out multiple climaxes that threatened to break their brains. They endured so much pleasure it almost turned painful, Spike barely taking a moment to let them rest and recover before his tongue lashed their slippery screwholes again.

By now his pink members were fully erect, one for each of them and ridged on the bottom, adrip with precum. His claws pulled the wires, drawing them closer and lining them up so they were hip-to-hip. “N-no way that'll fit,” bleated Suri in horror when she stared down the thick penis which cast a shadow over her. “Oh Goddess!” She winced when he wrapped a palm around her midsection and thrust her onto him with a wet squilch like she was a living pocket pussy existing simply to take his load.

She cried out when he slammed directly through her cervix hole and bottomed out in her uterus, an imprint of his dragoonhood bulging out her midsection, its ridges pleasantly scraping across her velvet walls which continued to drool with lust.

He penetrated rarity and Pinkie in the same manner, slammed them deeper as he could without killing them, claws wrapped around Suri and Pinkie while his tail constricted around his favorite toy Rarity, savagely stroking his cocks with their hot and moist interiors. His precum oozed over their slimy insides, growls sounding and snorts spitting ashy smoke from his nostrils while they shrieked and rolled their eyes as they continually came, to the point where they almost passed out.

It didn't take long before his balls swelled up and his tips burst, torrents of spunk flooding their cores, ballooning out their stomachs until he was forced to withdraw lest he break his new playthings. Their vaginas gaped out when he plopped loose, with what seemed like well over a gallon of spunk spurting loose, while he emptied more splooge all over them.

*****

At this point Sombra had chained Trixie's leash to a table, so that she remained on all fours, clasped by a collar, pleading with her shameless whines for him to fuck her some more. “Rarely have I encountered such a nymphomaniac,” he mused. Due to her hedonistic nature she was the easiest to break in; if her loved ones weren't in danger this would have been her ideal place.

He moved onto the second weakest link. Tree Hugger was also the indulgent type, once living a party lifestyle of drugs and casual sex with mares and stallions alike, but unlike Lulamoon she maintained a better sense of balance. He lathered up his palms with oil, rubbing it into Trixie's bare curves. “Finish up Starlight for me, will you my little slut?”

Trixie practically swiped the bottle from him and ran her hands over Glimmer's curves. Glimmy froze up, hands circling her tits, tracing down her navel and hips, over her buttocks and thighs until they were bronzed and slippery. Dissatisfied, Trixie pressed her own nude figure to her old friend, rubbing their bodies together, paying special attention to the kiss of their breasts.

In turn Sombra used the globs of oil on his hands to rub down the hippie, her udders rolling between his rough grasp. “Chill out man, why don't you? It's not like we can physically resist you, you know? But then again, that's like what gets you off, huh? Dominating and abusing ponies. Especially mares. Bet it totally makes you feel like you've got a bigger dick.” She shot him that infuriating crooked smile with her sleepy eyes,, casually letting him violent rub her up-and-down. He paid special attention to all her naughty bits, twisting her nipples hard, and likewise her clit, but if it pained her she refused to show it.

He grabbed her by the dreadlocks and hurled her on her back to the floor. Spreading her thighs open, he balled up a fist, shoving it violently into her babyfactory and slamming into her womb's entrance. That made her wince. “I could have done this the pleasurable way,” he reminded her. “It isn't wise to push me. I do not tolerate disrespect. Especially from a lowborn like you.” He twisted his hand inside her moist, warm cavern, schlicks erupting as her lubrication drenched his well-toned arm.

She closed her eyes and hummed as she tried to go into a meditative trance. Just shut him out and center herself so that he couldn't break her. But he was going to show her resistance was a terrible mistake. The Necronomicon was now his realm!

The sorcerer king invaded her psyche directly, a fractured mess despite repeated attempts to fix herself through transcendental meditation. Despite her laidback demeanor she was a thoroughly broken mare after years spent in a particularly brutal breeding camp, where stallions would gangrape her for hours on end, biting, slapping, spitting, and sometimes even pissing on her, calling her every demeaning thing they could think up and not relenting until she agreed.

He forced her to live those agonizing and terrifying moments, her orifices sore and sometimes bleeding by the end of it, the foals she didn't miscarry taken from her to be used by the cult. Silent tears ran down her face. Once she'd only used mild drugs for recreational purposes; she'd turned to much harder stuff after what she endured simply to deal with the constant flashbacks.

She'd found love and companionship with Fluttershy after her escape, spooning her while they slept, waking her up wailing from terrible nightmares often, but Shy had simply consoled her the best she could. But the cult had taken her away too, and worse used Tree Hugger to do it, a sleeper agent who'd been hypnotically triggered to betray Shining's force and steal the Necronomicon. Her forced betrayal replayed in her mind, helpless as she watched her lover ripped apart by the Orthros. Or was it some other creature? It was hard to recall, as she'd tried hard to block out that horrific memory.

“Babe...no...” She was back in the breeding pins, restrained by stocks like all the mares lined up and ready to be serviced, notches drawn onto her by markers each time they plugged one of her holes to completion. But this time it was a thousand times worse than what she'd endured. This time she saw Fluttershy in the same position across from her, being mounted from all angles by slavers, sobbing as they spanked and slapped her bruised and marked up form while they bit her nape.

“Please, not her. I'll do whatever.” But she knew it was useless to beg. They'd simply take whatever they wished from her. She had nothing else to give. And while she was lost in this nightmare, Sombra claimed her as he had Trixie, fishing his stallionhood into her core while he manhandled her. He laughed and sucked upon her tits while he groped her asscheeks, breaking her in too. She began panting like a bitch in heat as he speared her, her rippling orbs flopping with each brutal impalement.

Flipping her over, he bunch up her locks and yanked her head to face him while he railed her, staring into her stupefied expression. “Two down, one whore to go!” He grimaced and his flared tip fired directly into her long barren foalmaker, his jets pushing her over the edge as she came too, spattering his loins while he locked himself fully into her.

“Groovy man,” she mumbled with fluttery eyes, no longer even passively resisting as he collared her and connected her chain to Trixie's. He landed a possessive smack on their asses at the same time, and they whined with the audible smack.

Sombra turned his attention to his last would-be acquisition. “I think you're my favorite,” he said caressing one of Glimmer's tits, which lifted under his palm then dropped with a heavy bounce back into place. “You're like me. You like to always be in control. I'm not surprised a former wielder of the Necronomicon wouldn't be broken so easily.”

Picking her up by the thighs, he slammed her into a wall, her face twisting into a snarl with a grunt as he drove his stallionhood up into her innermost depths. His hands squeezed and parted her supple buttcheeks, biting one of her udders, a sharp cry escaping her as he left red marks on the supple mounds. She tried to punch and claw at him, but to her horror her arms and legs betrayed her, wrapping tight around his frame and drawing him in close as she possibly could as he nailed her.

“That's it. Submit. I'll make you feel more wonderful than you've ever felt.”

“N-never!” She'd never surrender. Sure, she'd been seduced by the Necronomicon, drawn to her in the belief she'd be the perfect host due to her looser morality and superb skill, but it had failed to possess her, more akin to a tool she exploited to her own ends even as it corrupted her. For once the black tome had found itself trapped by a host it couldn't truly dominate.

She lost count of the times he took her. He emptied himself into all her fissures, sexually brutalized her to exhaustion, even managed to make her come innumerable times until she feared dehydration, but even when he left her in a cum-drenched mess which rapidly heaved and laid in a heap she still looked upon him with the same hate-filled defiance.

It didn't matter how long and often he did this. She was resolved to somehow beat him and free her allies.

*****

Beatrix Belladonna's surroundings slowly came back into focus. Her stomach still turned, and she crawled unsteadily on all fours, her magic so nullified her mystically-created leotard and cape bled away, leaving the anthropomorphic unicorn naked save for her thigh-high heeled boots, fingerless gloves that came to her upper arms, and of course her trademark pointy hat. Her hanging breasts swayed and slapped together when she slowly sidled forward. She reached weakly towards the puddle of now mucus-colored Smooze which continued to spread across the caverns, bubbling and twitching with loud pops.

He tried to communicate with her, but all she felt was a buzz rattle in her skull, amidst nonsensical alien words. Whatever had neutralized their powers had broken the bond between them. She stared at her lavender coat and skin, the color dulled, a reminder that if they didn't find some way to reunite the pair of them would eventually dissolve into nothingness.

“Hold...on...we've...survived worse,” she rasped.

A choking sob sounded further in, Flurry's eyes complete milky as she'd been blinded somehow, hooves stumbling about aimlessly. “Sister? Sister, where are you?! I can't seem to work any of my spells!”

“I'm here!” Her voice strained and echoed through the cavern. “Don't panic!” But in truth she was just as scared. Perhaps she'd become too dependent on the Smooze? They were a team, loved each other dearly, but while it was true he couldn't bond with just anyone, she was also reminded that he was of far more use to her than she could ever be to him.

Without him she was just a mid-tier mage with a knack for alchemy. Just clever enough to constantly get in over her head. Pride made her always try hard in attempt to make Shining Armor and Trixie proud. But her father was dead and her mother admitted she'd surpassed her in skill. She didn't really need to prove herself anymore, did she? Especially now that Equestria was at peace. However, there would always be more abominations lurking within the shadowy abyss of the forbidden grimoire.

Maybe she simply liked the sense of danger and adventure, which made her feel alive, allowed her to show off her talents, from the magical to her ample physical charms. Equestria seemed to have little mystery left by comparison.

“We can't die! The Crystal Empire depends on me! And I'd be heartbroken forever if you were gone!” Flurry sniffled and choked back quiet sobs, unused to feeling so utterly helpless. Even her wings felt weighed down, beating pointlessly.

Laughter reverberated around them, so deep it chilled them to the bone. “I am King Sombra, rightful ruler of the Crystal Empire, until your parents stole what's mine. Celestia, Luna, and Cadance were benevolent tyrants at best. But as we've seen might makes right. It was force that allowed the cult of the nemesis to rise, and likewise that allowed Shining's force to inevitably deal with them. These things come in cycles. My time is once again nigh. And you shall help me achieve my destiny.”

Beatrix coughed. “Why...would we...?”

“Because if you don't I shall mentally shatter all your friends.” Visions of their current predicaments flashed in their minds; Rarity, Pinkie, and Suri at the mercy of a Spike construct he manipulated like a puppet, Trixie and Tree Hugger broken in with mere slivers of their minds clinging on, while he continued to rape a battered Starlight. “I know you can cross between realms, Beatrix. Unfortunately, Trixie can't accomplish that alone. Take me to Equestria...or you'll remain my playthings forever.”

Beatrix scoffed and trembled as she shakily rose to her feet. “And let you lay claim to the Necronomicon once you're outside? I'd sooner let us all die!” She laughed back at him, trying her hardest to maintain a bold front.

“I hoped you'd say something like that. I suppose I'll have to break you two in, as well...” His cackling boomed louder, to the point it drowned her out, and she reflexively took a step back, cursing herself for showing weakness. The cave seem to come alive around them, swelling with each breath, a number of eyes, mouths, and hands appearing all over its interior...