Beatrix Belladonna in the depths of the Necronomicon

Growing a little tired of his current session, the human and stallion projections of Sombra switched places, figuring if one form struggled to break in a mare perhaps the other would do. His muscular shadow fell over Starlight, who was still on her knees with Trixie and Tree Hugger at her sides, all three nude concubines chained-and-collored together to service their new king.

He rose upon his backhooves, his forehooves resting on Trix's and Hugs' scalps. His horsecock escaped its sheathed and fell atop Glimmer's head, the dark meat resting over her face, precum sliding down her face and into her lips.

Her eyes nearly crossed staring at his vein-decorated erection when he drew back. “Help break her in,” he commanded.

Almost fighting when they scrambled for the opportunity, Trixie's fierceness won out, grabbing Star by the hair and shoving her down onto the trunk-like length. She gurgled when it filled her mouth and nearly made her vomit when it bulged her throat, a giggle sounding when Lulamoon forced her all the way to the base. Hot tears stung the corner of Starlight's eyes.

Slurps and chokes sounded each time Trixie pulled Glimmer back, then brutally shoved her back down, until her eyes turned pink. His forehooves closed around Star's dome. “Take it you stupid bitch,” he cried shoving with a grunt balls deep one last time. He fired directly into her throat, overflow ballooning her cheeks and shooting from her nostrils. The salty spunk bubbled and popped from her nose, where Tree Hugger licked out dangling wads, which stuck to the hippie's teeth and gums.

“On all fours,” he ordered Tree Hugger who did so and presented her backside to him. “Trixie, on top of her.” With a smile she laid atop the hippy, draped over her with her own lower holes presented. Chuckling he worked a spell similar to one Trixie had learned, where his loins burned until he sprouted a second dong which matched the first.

He mounted the women at the same time. They moaned aloud when his girth opened their babymakers wide. His eyes burned into Starlight's when he forcibly claimed them, her face still smeared in cum, her hair a frazzled wreck and her face blanked out.

He smiled. She was almost his. Humping into his concubines faster, ramming into their wombs, their moans like a symphony while their secretions dripped down their thighs. Perhaps he'd allow his seed to take this time so they could bear his brood? It would be a delicious irony, as Shining Armor had once been tasked by Celestia, Luna, and Cadance to mate with as many chosen mares as possible to bear offspring that might prevent a future disaster to Equestria which the cult made come to pass.

But like the breeding factories run by the cult he'd claim all the mares left for his own and have them birth a loyal army raised from the moment they left their messy birth canals to serve him. Unfortunately he couldn't claim any of the long-dead Princesses for his own, but Flurry Heart and her allies would be a wonderful start!

“Bear my foals you lowly breeding stock,” he demanded biting Trixie on the nape which made her somehow mewl even louder. His stallionhoods flared and emptied themselves anew into the uteri of his broken broodmares, their bellies swelling up while he continued to meet the gaze of Starlight who dimly watched them conceive the first of innumerable spawn.

With a forehoof wave he cast another spell, making them transparent so he could see himself seed them, magnifying it so that he could watch his sperm attempt to gangrape their eggs. One lucker winner wiggled inside for each of them, and he laughed anew in triumph, his whores spattering love juices on themselves, each other, and his furry crotch until he stopped ejaculating.

And then with a final smack on their asscheeks which left a nasty red hoofprint he pulled free of their gaped vaginas. “And now it's your turn,” he said with a lick of his lips when he shoved Starlight onto her back and pressed both dicks to her sex holes...

*****

Beatrix's eyes were glazed over, her stomach churning like it needed to eject waste, the eggs moving within her hot oven as they struggled to hatch under half a bathtub's worth of cum. She wheezed with soft pants, struggling to form a coherent thought, while a crying Flurry Heart and the warped Smooze were forced to breed her to completion over-and-over.

It had been quite some time since she'd been fucked silly. It was something she normally welcomed. Even for a thrill-seeker like her there was nothing quite like the high and afterglow of such amazing sex for hours on end. Of course she had to be careful and not do it too often or else she feared her pleasure centers would be burnt out from diminishing returns!

Now the human Sombra was treating her gullet like his personal cumdumpster, firm hands helping choke her out while he worked her over with each hip slam into her jaws. Fingers left ugly welts on her neck, and she almost passed out several times. Under different circumstances she might like some hatefucking and breathplay, but her fractured mind clung onto their desperate situation, and she hoped her desperate gamble on her symbiotic partner would eventually pay dividends.

“This is what happens when an amateur meddles above her station,” he explained while he continued to skullfuck her tilted back head. “You're almost as dumb as your parents.” He clasped a palm hard around her face, then emptied himself onto her dazed expression, matting her eyes closed as sticky semen gummed the lashes together, her tongue painted white.

She smirked at him and he slapped her across the face with his still erect penis. She tittered and he smacked her about some more. Perhaps she was more addled than he believed and it was simply a nervous tick? Not that he cared much either way.

A king needed to make certain his subjects respected them, by sheer brute force if necessary. Deciding to add his seed to the soup which was now her uterus, he signaled Flurry and the Smooze to withdraw, and they obeyed. Lined up with her labia, her wrists and ankles still restrained by tentacles, he slowly penetrated her velvet folds, letting the warmth and wetness of her tight funhole wash over him. His palms rubbed her bloated belly, drenched in lactation which still leaked from her puffy nipples.

“Perhaps the eggs need a tad more warmth to hatch,” he mused when he dug into her hips and started fucking her. She whined and her titties slapped each time he stabbed into her cervix like he wanted to fuck her to death. He pressed his lips to her, biting them, staring into her hazed eyes. Lubrication leaked around his penis from her slit, slathering her puckered asshole.

She turned her head aside and saw Shining Armor was mounting Flurry Heart, switching between vaginal and anal sex at his leisure. “Think sister,” she managed while the sorcerer violated her. “Would our father really do this...?”

“N-no,” replied Flurry who strained to maintain her sliver of sanity.

Sombra grunted and closed his eyes as he bared his teeth, ejaculating into her sweet honeypot. Rapid squirts connected with her contracting interior, his foaljuice mixing with the rest as it drenched the spheres swimming inside her.

But even without the symbiotic bond she and the Smooze knew one-another so well now they could finish the other's thoughts. They'd awaited this moment when he let his guard down in a moment of particularly intense ecstasy, after the blob had further metamorphed in a subtle manner, so slowly Sombra failed to detect it. Because now the Smooze had evolved further still, until it was practically immune to even the sorcerer king's black magic, and he slowly slid traces of himself into her sphincter which crawled up her bowels. Pretty soon he'd started to recombine with her right under the tyrant's nose.

“Try to think about what father would do in this situation,” she called to Flurry.

“Be silent,” he warned still hilted in her as he smooshed her udders between his palms so violently milk spurted from between his fingers. A horn jutted from Beatrix's forehead, lit up when she called upon a spell with aid from the Smooze. Her partner had now found his way into her uterus, devouring the eggs which turned to slime as they were absorbed into his essence.

(Now,) the Smooze telepathically cast to all their allies at once with her magic. Dispelling the sorcerer-king's dark arts the best he could, he started to awaken those under the tyrant's dominance, some like Starlight bouncing back rather easily as she'd pretended he'd managed to finally break her. Others like Trixie and Tree Hugger remained rather delirious still.

In disbelief Sombra withdrew from the smirking trickster, the tentacles gently setting her down, and she dusted herself off when she faced him. Despite her impregnated stomach she carried herself with dignity. “Your turned to get fucked.”

He tried to teleport away, to bend the realm like before, but when both failed him he formed a horn of his own on his temple which lit up with the most destructive spell he could conjure. However he was spun to face Shining Armor, the construct now clad in the pristine white armor of a paladin, with a slab of alabaster metal which was his sword at the ready.

The blade bit down and cleaved off Sombra's horn. He screamed as blood spurted from the blunt wound, barely able to cancel his spell in time before it backfired and took his head off in a pulpy mess. “How did you...?!”

“You can't trick a trickster! At least, not forever.” Her smirk widened further like she was the chesire cat. “I needed to buy time until Smoozy here could overcome your witchcraft. Not easy, I'll admit. But we still make quite a team!”

Sombra attempted to run, but tendrils wrapped around him, until he was forced to his knees. He stared hatefully up at Shining Armor, who raised his sword executioner-style, and beheaded one of the warlock's shells with one swift stroke.

His head rolled at Beatrix's feet. But there was no time to celebrate. “Lead the way,” she called hopping onto Flurry Heart's back once she lowered herself. Wings spread when they sailed from the cavern, their father carving through the fleshy walls that barred them with ease. He raced ahead and did his best to direct them towards a portal which connected this area with another.

*****

Rarity's addled senses slowly swam back into focus. She laid a forehoof over the Fire Ruby, which reflected in the eyes of Spike, his tongue withdrawing off her udders when she recalled the drake she loved. “Moo...ahem...” She coughed and blushed, still trapped in this cow-like state. “Do you recall us, Spike? The noble drake I know would never harm his loved ones.”

The construct nodded, unable to form words like Shining Armor, since his creator hadn't designed them that way. However, while they were crafted to be simple creatures, they had nevertheless found a measure of free will, not that the Smooze had broken his control spell and they were reminded by those around them of the individuals these avatars represented.

“Pinkie no,” cried Rarity who came between them when the earth mare recovered her sword and nearly stabbed his underbelly from behind. Her mascara continued to dribble down her cheeks when she spread her forehooves protectively. “He's with us!”

“Oh! Hey there, Spike!” Pinkie lowered her sword which she held by the blade between her teeth and shook his spunk from her coat. Suri unsuccessfully tried to cover herself as globs of splooge were tossed all over her own well-soaked form.

Coco Pommel and Sassy Saddles were peacefully asleep, similar drenched while they laid in spunk. With repeated blinks Suri said, “Will they be okay?” She couldn't help but feel ashamed of how she'd treated their real counterparts even now.

“I believe so,” said Rarity with a pained expression when the dragon nuzzled her. “At least, until Sombra is dealt with.”

“None of his creations will exist once he's finished, huh?” Suri shook her head. “That hardly seems fair!”

“As we've all learned life is rarely fair. Spike, will you take us to our friends?” He nodded and lowered his heads. She sidled onto the main one, while Pinkie hopped onto the left with a cry of, “Whee!” With some hesitation as Suri remembered the fall of the Crystal Empire at Spike's claws, the city burnt as he'd become a tool of the cult, she reluctantly straddled the right head.

Lastly he lifted up the slumbering forms of Coco and Sassy with his tail, and carefully deposited them on his back. He used his tail to pin them in place so they wouldn't slide off, laid between the fleshy spikes upon his spine.

He ripped open the paper dollhouse, reared back his heads as his soft underbelly swelled, and set the bloodied newspaper ablaze. It crackled and darkened amidst pillars of grayish-black smoke. Cinders danced from the smoldering ruins that crumbled around them when he spread his wings and sailed them past the torn down prison of Suri's subconscious.

However the moment he broke through the barriers that connected the realms, the tear between them he'd made caused a horde of creatures to slither out. Gelatin-like amoeboids funneled loose in droves, forcing him to rear back as they slipped towards him, a slimy trail left in their wake. “I think Beatrix mentioned these things,” chirped Pinkie. “Shoggoths, maybe?”

“Perhaps,” replied Rarity as their mount smothered a number of them in an emerald inferno. “From what she could discern from the Necronomicon they were most likely created as a slave labor force for God-like entities beyond the stars?”

“Gross,” muttered Suri when she scrunched her snout in disdain at the bubble-like monsters.

While they lacked a true intelligence they were created to constantly adapt as a situation required it. Realizing that Spike was a threat they couldn't touch while he was airborne, the Shoggoths started to fuse into one mass, even while he continued to burn them. Yet for each one he successfully torched more instantly replaced it. “There's no end to this craziness,” called Pinkie.

His claws ripped another hole in the void, this one thankfully not leading to a realm overflowing with similar abominations. Behind them the mass of Shoggoths were now a hulking blob which seized his hindlegs. He used his tail to toss Coco and Sassy forward, who were caught by Rarity's aura as the wall of slime started to engulf his back end. His necks lowered as he gently placed Rarity, Pinkie, and Suri down in a white void. Using his massive body he plugged up the hole with a toothy grin.

“Wait! What about-” Rarity was cut off when the Shoggoths glowed and sent a massive electrical shock through him, lightning causing his scaled frame to quiver. “No!” It was happening all over again a third time. The love of her life dying to save her. She no longer cared if he was a mere construct; she sensed the same nobility in his heart. “Spike, hold on!”

Pinkie shook her head. “This is what your Spikey-Wikey wants! Don't let his sacrifice be in vain!”

“I'm afraid so,” added Suri who watched with pursed lips as ripples of blue electricity continued to course through a barely-conscious Spike. “He has us covered for now, but how long can he hold out? He's-” She hesitated to say not real. “He'd do whatever it took to make certain the mare he loved survived, m'kay? So let's skedaddle!”

“Hmmm...very well.” Pressing the Fire Ruby to her lips, she kissed its shimmery surface, then blew it off a forehoof towards him. He winked and then his trio of heads fell with a thud when he was shocked unconscious. She closed her eyes and turned to waddle after her companions, Coco and Sassy still carried by the faint aura she conjured with her horn's aid.

For some time the group traveled ahead in the direction Spike was taking them in the hopes this empty white void would connect with another realm. She quietly cried, overwhelmed by ambivalence. “H-hey,” whispered Coco who stirred. “It will be okay.”

Sassy stretched and yawned when she and Coco were gently set down. “Thank you, Rarity.”

Rarity pursed her lips. It would be hard to say but needed to be said. “Forgive me dears, but you two aren't, well-”

“We know,” the pair said as one. “We're not your real assistants.” The moment Sombra's control was dispelled each of his creations had developed a level of free will and self-awareness. They had similar memories to their real counterparts, and likewise were designed to act in a similar manner, however he'd twisted them to be cruel. But now that burden was lifted from them. The duo pulled her and Suri into a warm hug, the fashionistas united after a long absence.

Sobs wracked Suri too. Seeing so many ready to forgive her was too much. “I wish we could work together again.”

“Us too,” said Sassy with a nod. “You may be able to leave the Necronomicon. I'm not certain whether you'll ascend to a peaceful afterlife or simply be able to walk out from the portal and start a new life in Equestria? However-”

“We'd vanish the moment we try to leave,” said Coco with a sad smile. “Heck, it could happen at any time, now that Sombra's magic is being neutralized. We might have a few hours at best! But at least I was able to see you all!”

“I love you,” said Rarity who closed her eyes and pulled them tighter.

“Awww...group hug!” Pinkie butted into the middle of them. Somehow she'd hidden her sword, which she seemed to pull from nowhere when needed, but since it was Pinkie none of them bothered to question it. Her fluffy tail tingled. “Maybe a little help from my Pinkie Sense will point us in the right direction? Come on!” She broke off and bounced away.

Sassy heaved her shoulders. “I know better than to question her by now.”

Eventually the party came upon what appeared to be a blank wall, and Pinkie unfurled her blade, cutting a hole into the void. Taking a shortcut she sensed between the nexus of realms, she waved them inside, then hurtled in herself, drawn to an area where some of their allies were situated. They raced to help them, in case Sombra had any more nasty surprises...

*****

Wrapping her thighs around the dark stallion from below, Starlight held him in a vice-like grip while he was fully buried inside her, her nails digging into his muscular back. She'd played possum to the best of her ability for this moment, not caring much what happened to her so long as she could save her companions and punish this monster like he rightfully deserved.

His curved horn flared with a spell, but hands suddenly curled around it, as a dazed Trixie and Tree Hugger were swift to react. The length buzzed in their palms from the built-up energy. “If it backfires we'll all likely be pulverized,” he warned with a grotesque laugh. His hips continued to buck into Glimmer, playing a twisted game of chicken with them all.

“Pretty sure he totally means business,” said Tree Hugger who sensed the malevolence radiating in waves.

“Well now, Trixie isn't about to be shown up!” She tried not to shiver, the vibrations growing more intense.

Determined to break Starlight no matter what, if he couldn't do so mentally than he would physically, slamming hard as he could with his horsecock in order to tear up her insides. She winced as he battered her womb, fearing he'd cause her vagina to prolapse if he pulled out, but she clenched her teeth and blinked away small teardrops.

She too refused to let go, humping upwards back into him, both hate-fucking their partner, determined to see which one would lose it first. If she came first he'd break free and likely make short work of them all. And if he released first, he'd lose control of his spell, likely killing them all. He grinned, ready to take them all out with him if necessary in a final act of sheer spite.

Sensing her plan, Hugs shot her a crooked grin, resting her titties atop his muscular back and dragging them over his coat. Her soft buds perked up and made him further tense with arousal. Catching on, Trixie did the same, sharing a sloppy kiss above him while they fingered themselves with wet schlicks. Squishy, puffy folds leaked down lubricant that lathered their thighs.

“You dirty little...umph,” he cried when he started to lose it, his cock exploding into Glimmy. This pushed her over the edge as well, splashing upon the underside of his barrel, and now the crimson horn on his skull threatened to erupt like a volcano.

It grew so white-hot Hugs and Trixie were forced to withdraw, a sphere of swirling dark energy swirling above him, ready to erupt. Starlight stared up weakly as they were still locked in their shared climax, certain that if she only had her magic she might be able to contain it, to send it or themselves away, but that much power would likely level a mile-wide radius.

A colorful cloud of smoke filled the room. Within it were a number of silhouettes. One sprang at Sombra, a sword gleaming when it slice his horn, which hurtled away. He screamed and blood splattered over Starlight who closed her eyes when the hot redness splashed her face. Pinkie landed deftly, the blade between her teeth, but his horn continued to glow.

The Smooze wrapped a portion of itself around his horn, containing the explosion, which caused the area to shake and made slime splatter everywhere. Nonetheless it appeared all of them were unharmed.

“You're done, Sombra.” Beatrix stood with arms folded and legs parted as she stood in her full costume, her horn alight as she enveloped him in her aura and lifted him from Starlight. As the colored miasma continued to clear all her allies came into focus, surrounding him. “A shame, really. You're not a bad lay...too bad your heart is completely black!”

He continued to chuckle as blood dribbled between his eyes. “You'd be wise to end me. Because otherwise I'll find a way to return. Of course, death has never stopped me before...” He shook with laughter.

With a twirl of her index finger Beatrix opened a portal below him. “Stand back, everypony!” They did as instructed, and from the pit she opened arose a sea of fleshy tentacles, which coiled around his barrel. With a borderline psychotic smirk she released him from the aura, a hateful cry sounding when he was pulled down into the abyss which she closed over him.

“Cold-blooded, chickadee.” Hugs slowly shook her head.

Pinkie shook her head. “And I thought I used to be ruthless!”

“Tee-hee! I'm a little crazy on my mother's side,” admitted Beatrix with a wink at Trixie who cocked an eyebrow. “He'll probably experience similar treatment he dealt all of us...forever.” Not that she had any sympathy for him.

It was about time they all parted ways. She needed to return to Equestria and recuperate for a time. And after this trip, she imagined a number of them would be glad to be done with this adventure. But so far as she was concerned, the Necronomicon was her home now. At the least, she reminded herself she'd neutralized another threat, and saved a lost soul in Suri to boot!