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   Beatrix Belladonna in the depths of the Necronomicon    
                    -by Dr Sharaz Jek-                     
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                      New Beginnings                       
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New Beginnings
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!

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Belladonna of Sadeness
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!

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                Breaking in the Broodmares                 
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Breaking in the Broodmares
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...

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                  Shining in the Darkness                  
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Shining in the Darkness
Blinking several times until she cleared her milky eyes until they started to resurface, Flurry Heart exclaimed, “I can see again!” She wanted to hop in triumphant celebration, but was cut short when the cavern walls seemed to be closing in around her, contracting like a uterus, the soaked fleshy walls covered in blinking eyes, maws with razor-sharp teeth and forked tongues, humanoid hands which grasped at her. She yelped when they seized her wings, holding the alicorn in place.
Arms extended from the walls, writhing as they groped her all over, pinning her like she was a butterfly. They seized her limbs and spread them, molesting her soft mounds and wide buttocks, forcing innumerable digits into her mouth and leaking cunt. She moaned low and her face burned red, more petting her wings and massaging her horn. “Umph,” she cried.
She hadn't had much sexual experience. Just some masturbation sessions, that one time the Smooze shape-shifted to fulfill some rather taboo desires about what sex with the believed long dead Sombra would be like, and during the climax to the battle with a possessed Starlight, countless tentacles springing from the Necronomicon and invading her like they had all the surviving members of Shining's force. Since then only her hooves, magic, and toys kept her needs at bay.
Now the air reeked of sex. She panted and squirmed. Her eyes rolled upward, tongue rolling from her maw.
Still unsatisfied, Sombra mentally willed the surroundings to close in even further, until Flurry was enclosed in a narrow space, and stallionhoods began to emerge, swinging and dripping warm precum which splattered down on their prey. Several of the flared extensions landed on her, slapped her, smearing their pre all over her well-shaped physique.
Her nostrils flared as she breathed in the musky, salty scent, winking uncontrollably as instincts to be bred that overwhelmed all rationality kicked in, clenching-and-unclenching her balloon-like ass. Her heart-shaped clitoris was almost painfully swollen, shining with moisture which dripped down an opening slit, exposing the hot pink treasure buried inside.
A horsecock shoved deep into all her fuckholes, stretching themselves as long and wide as she could possibly take, while more took aim, showering her in gallons-worth of thick, virile splooge. The dense stallion milk drenched her coat and skin completely as they came-and-came, sliding down and from her supple form, driving her into a wiggling frenzy of shameless lust.
The ones pounding into all three of her wide-opened entrances ejaculated at once, pushing her over the edge as she came with them, squirting over herself and several of the veiny dicks which had provided her with so much pleasure.
A ways back Beatrix Belladonna watched with pursed lips, reminding herself she couldn't afford to crack. More horsecocks were rubbing all over and slapping her half-sister, as they took her repeatedly, and she too was dripping down her thighs from all the sights, sounds, and smells of sex all-around her. She tried to appear unmoved, knowing Sombra was watching them.
Before her the Smooze was rising, forming into a gelatinous sphere, wet slaps sounding when it squirmed towards her. (Bea...trix...) He too struggled to hold onto the identity she'd helped him build, while the sorcerer king threatened to unravel him. (Cannot...resist his power...sorry...) A mouth appeared on the ooze, flailing tentacles jutting out all over him.
“It's okay,” she tittered when the protrusions started to coil around her wrists and ankles. “You know I don't mind.” He lifted her up, facing towards the ceiling where she hung suspended, limbs drawn spread eagle and taut. Vaginal juices leaked from her snatch, down her asscrack and over the pink ring of her butthole. She shivered, breasts rising-and-falling rapidly with sharp breaths, as the invaders wiggled all-around her, poised to penetrate her from every angle. “Don't hold back on my account,” she taunted. Gritting her teeth with a wince when the first one slipped into her pussy, another soon pistoned into her ass.
Another wormed into her short snout, and she stared down at her sweaty, heaving mounds topped with erect nipples, seeing her belly squirm as it bulged with the snaking flesh spear which circled into her womb. Another pair slid into her palms, slathering them with slime. A pair formed cups around her mounds, suckling on them, little needles poking into her tits and injecting them with what she assumed was some form of aphrodisiac. Suddenly, milk spurted in the cups from the slits in her pink buds.
They started to milk her, suckers growing all over the slickened coils, suckling all over her including her clit. She arced her back with a moan, tongues manifesting and lashing all over her interiors, cleaning her hot pink canals all the way to her womb, determined to lick it clean. Some lashed directly over her spongy g-spot. A part of her was terrified he could tear her apart from the inside, which simpler made her even wetter, drawn to his predatory nature which she'd helped tame.
“Even if you break me...it's okay...if it's you,” she hissed between her clenched teeth. His mouth opened wide when she started to release, drinking down the messy sprays and licking the corners with a slurp. The Smooze started to produce eggs, ones that could easily fit into her fists, which it pumped directly into her foalfactory, bunching up amidst sticky, creamy vaginal juices which tethered them as they settled in. “I,” she huffed and squealed. “I always love mating with you, Smoozy~!”
Sombra chuckled. “Still not broken, I see. Well, we have all eternity. I'll simply escalate matters until you submit.” Clops sounded when the stallion marched in, tossing aside his cape and armor with a regal flourish. With his control over the realms he could be in many places at once; of course that also meant dividing his attention. Thus he needed to be cautious.
He stalked past Beatrix, taking a moment to smear his stallionhood across her face, marking her with a smudge of precum. He'd deal with her later. Instead he stalked past her to the real prize; the daughter of his hated enemies. At his command the enclosed space widened, cocks slipping free of Flurry with loud pops, and she landed with a thunk in a puddle of semen.
She stared weakly at him. Then struggled to turn her head, hearing more hooves fall behind her. “F-father...?” Shining Armor, or at least a facsimile he'd crafted, approached her from the rear. His horn lit up, and she was surrounded by an aura, floated into the air. Sliding under her, he lowered her down, straddling him as his breeding tool slid upwards into her foalmaker.
She gasped as the dark meat spread and burrowed deep into her. Sombra trotted around her, then pressed his tip to her puckered sphincter, another cry sounding when he slammed balls deep into her posterior, the pair pinning her to the point where Shining's flared tip drove into her cervix where it nestled snugly into her very moist, welcoming core.
They were making a sandwich out of her. And she was the meat! She might have found it all humorous in its absurdity, but seeing her half-sister in peril, not to mention knowing her friends were enduring the same brought her crashing back to reality. Her body shook violently each time the muscular breeders impaled her, her 'father' kissing her while the sorcerer king bit the nape of her neck, making her whine as she went limp in submission, a primal sign a mare wanted to be bred.
Heavy balls slapped against her. Her insides were spread so wide their cocks were practically rubbing together each time they bottomed out in her. Her ears fluttered and her cheeks were rosy, staring sleepily at Belladonna whose belly was now swelled balloon-like, little oval shapes bulging flesh out from all the eggs laid inside her. Not that the Smooze let up, reduced to little more than the mindless abomination it once was as it continued to rapidly skewer her from all ends.
With a final pump Sombra and Shining grunted and came as one, firing their vital seed into Flurry, who was leaking profusely down on her father. She crumpled, and they withdrew, merely to switch places, now face-to-face with the dark stallion her parents once battled. “Wh-why is...power...so important to you...?”
“Perhaps somepony so young wouldn't understand.” His eyes bored into hers, forehooves clasped over her squishy buttocks. “I want to make my mark on Equestria. No, the universe. Starlight almost mastered the Necronomicon,” he mused while helping rut her. “If I can somehow master its power, I could conquer the stars, even other universes, and be worshiped like a God!”
“Sounds tiresome,” muttered Flurry in her innocent, carefree manner. Running a whole Empire was more than enough for her. Heck, she often yearned for a more normal life, where she could laze around or go on adventures when she pleased with Beatrix. Instead here she was trying to save the world again from the latest villain!
He chuckled and stroked her cheek almost tenderly. In contrast to the more worldly Beatrix, this one was still so innocent, more bewildered than furious with him even now. But a proper tyrant couldn't afford to show mercy. Especially to the fruit of Shining's and Cadance's loins. He'd make her rue the day her parents conceived her...
*****
No matter how many times Sombra seeded his new broodmares, he refused to show how much it had started to exhaust him. Certainly he could create all the fleshy forms he wished as the realms were his to play with; however their manipulation took an iron will. Each time he altered reality it took a toll on his mind and soul, straining him in several directions.
No matter how many times he banged Starlight she simply glared at him, and so he'd turn back to Trixie and Tree Hugger, doing his best to thoroughly humiliate the pair, hoping their friend would eventually crack as she was forced to watch. If not he could always try even more vulgar methods. Despite being a selfish control freak it was obvious she wasn't heartless.
“Love and peace,” mumbled Tree Hugger whose lips contorted in a slutty manner and leaked drool. Currently embedded on his cock, her sleepy eyes met his own with a crooked smile, flashing him a double peace sign when he seeded his garden once more. He switched to her asshole, banging her senseless again, until her latest climax caused her to pass out. He continued to manhandle her supple flesh while he screwed her unconscious form, watching it rock with each angry thrust.
Trixie whined while awaiting her turn, still collared and chained to the hippie, naked and on all fours as he liked his concubines. She was almost too much of a nymphomaniac for even him to handle. But what did he expect from a unicorn so depraved she'd put on a 'donkey show' orgy before a whole town with the help of her daughter and assistants?
“I'd tell you that you're sick,” spat Starlight. “But I'm sure you already know that.”
With a grin he dropped Tree Hugger, who still dripped from her lower holes. He clicked his fingers, and windows into the other realms were visible, showing what was currently happening to Flurry and Beatrix. In another one Rarity, Pinkie, and Suri were experiencing similar treatment at the claws of a false Spike he'd conjured.
He came behind her, grabbing her by the hair and wrenching her head towards these visions, forcing her to watch. Like Beatrix she tried to appear neutral, but her poker face was much worse, betrayed by the hate still welling up inside her.
With another snap he allowed her to listen in. Rarity's eyes turned to saucers when Coco Pommel and Sassy Saddles approached them from the shadows. “I-impossible.” She'd seen them devoured before her eyes by Spike after he'd been weaponized by the cult. The main head would have swallowed her too, but she'd produced to the Ruby Heart which had given him pause. She reached for it now and to her shock it was suddenly hung by its chain on her neck. She clasped a hoof about it.
“You let us down,” accused Sassy who glared at her.
Coco sniffled and her eyes watered. “Why did you let us die...?”
Rarity took a step back. “That, that wasn't my fault...”
Letting both Pinkie and Suri slide off his ridged dragonhoods, he scooped up Sassy and Coco, claws grasped around them as he used them live living cocksleeves. They moaned as he drove into them, drooling maws poised above them as forked tongues traced over their soft forms, like he was ready to snap down and eat them alive like he had so long before.
“Please...stop...” Rarity's mascara continued to streak down her cheeks. She looked to Pinkie and Suri for support but they were barely cognizant, laying in puddles of his spunk. “I-I never wished this for anypony!”
“You stupid cow,” cried Sassy whose stomach bloated to near bursting when the drake filled her with jizz.
“I'm afraid she's right,” added Coco who was likewise ballooned from cum. “You're nothing but a dumb bovine!”
Shaking her head in attempt to deny their accusations, Rarity repeated their words aloud. “I'm a dumb cow...” Black spots started to appear all over her marshmallow coat, a few extra pounds packed on as her ass expanded, alongside her udders which swelled and hung, swaying and knocking together as elongated nipples beaded with milk.
A blush painted her cheeks and her buttocks, rubbing her heavy boobs. Her mind was blanking, as it became harder to think by the moment, her sole concern the burning pain in her inflamed chest. “I n-need to be milked. Please, I...m-mooo....”
She mooed loudly when Spike's tongue coiled around her titties, squeezing them tight, spurting what seemed like gallons of sweet milk into his mouth. This time he turned to sodomizing Coco and Sassy, taking care not to tear their asses open, while he milked the former love of his life, the Fire Ruby now swinging useless upon her lactation-smeared bosom.
Starlight closed her eyes and shed a few tears. Another of her party had fallen and it appeared Pinkie and Suri would soon join Rarity. One-by-one he was whittling them down, reducing them to sex-addled whorses. Turning his attention back on her, he shoved his flared tip into her mouth, while Trixie and a half-awake Hugs also crawled up, alternating between suckling his testicles which they pulled with their lips and licking the sides of his rod, even sharing a lustful kiss over his meat.
He laid hands on their heads, directing them, pre spurting onto their tongues. With a hiss he came once more, buring his length all the way down Glimmer's gullet with one final hum, his hands clasped hard around the back of her skull. She went cross-eyed and her cheeks expanded from excessive spunk, burning her nostrils when the white mess exploded from them.
She felt the hot, salty whiteness settled in her stomach, ashamed at how her legs were reflexively spreading, her unattended twat leaking into a puddle. She wrestled tongues with his concubines, gargling his snowball and swapping it between them like it was ambrosia. Her flesh continued to betray her and tears welled in the corners of her eyes, certain it wouldn't be long before she'd succumb too, her brilliant mind reduced to mush as she became another of his slutty, cock-gobbling bimbos.
*****
When she'd formed a symbiotic bond with the Smooze, Beatrix realized he'd been locked in a form of stasis, unable to further physically evolve. Certainly he could still alter his composition and learn, but mutations were impossible, as he'd risk swallowing her up completely, until she was absorbed into raw components like all the creatures he'd ever devoured.
However now that they were separated again? She hoped he was growing, even now. All she needed do was buy time. It didn't even matter if he broke her in the forced mating process; whatever it took to make certain her friends got out of this okay. “It's not like me to be so heroic,” she whispered. “Maybe my half-sister is rubbing off on me? Hang in there, Smoozy.”
(Bea...trix...love...you...) He managed to telepathically cast the words and the corner of her lip curled into a tender smile. But she quickly wiped it away lest Sombra became suspicious. The blob had withdraw from her crevices, but still held her aloft with its tentacles, flipping her over and yanking her tail so hard she yelped. (So hard to...resist...)
But that fact that he was communicating with her was proof enough. Trying to control so many portions of the Necronomicon at once was dividing Sombra's strength, allowing the Smooze to further mutate now that he was separate from her again, discovering new ways he might counter the tyrant's black magic. She felt a surge of triumph, despite her undignified position.
Flurry Heart squeaked. “Wh-what are you doing now?!” Feeling an odd swelling between her loins, flesh twisted until a sheathed formed between her thighs, and from it an erect stallionhood slipped loose, a needy whinny escaping her as the tapered tip glazed itself with pre, a ballsack swinging. She turned cherry red. “No! I-I don't want a penis! It's ugly!”
Worse still her body was moving on its own, trotting towards the bound Belladonna, and stopped before her exposed lower holes, sniffing at them. A mad desire to breed her half-sister senseless overwhelmed her. She needed to stick her new tool inside her! “This isn't me! I'd never!” Her wings spread to their full span as she started to mount her. “I'm sorry, sister!”
“It's okay,” said Beatrix with a pained laugh, feeling the cluster of eggs overflowing her belly roll about, swimming in her slimy uterus juices. “Whatever happens, I won't blame either of you. It's my fault, really. I endangered everypony when I brought them here. I thought it was a chance to protect Equestria, but maybe I've just been fooling myself to sate my own ego?”
Flurry cried out in horror when her forehooves clasped around the tricker's wide hips, and her stick slid easily into the overly wet funhole, unable to believe how warm and tight it felt when it closed around her. She came a little instantly with a soft cry, unused to having a dick, and Beatrix instinctively clenched around her. “It, it shouldn't feel so-”
“Good? Hey, you can't help how you feel!” Beatrix had always been the morally loose one of the pair. Perhaps it was from her mother's side? Of course, she was partially the product of the Necronomicon's power, shaped while in trixie's womb into this anthropomorphic guise, subconsciously willed by Lulamoon into the ideal mate for Shining Armor. Her voluptuous breasts and hips that jiggled in an exaggerated fashion were perfectly sculpted to suit his preferences. To his shame he hadn't been able to keep his eyes off her. She'd been conceived to be his perfect mate, to breed with him and create the ideal offspring.
But he'd resisted her temptations, and now that he had passed, she'd never be able to fulfill her purpose. Thus she felt a certain emptiness nopony could ever quite fulfill. She was a freak of nature. A walking taboo. Nopony could truly understand her which had made her lonely; until she'd met another pariah like her in the Smooze. Both were unique beings who never quite gelled with Equestria and its social mores. Rather than be ashamed of herself like some thought she should be, she'd embraced her nature!
Flurry was panting while she humped her sister, staring down at her cute little butthole, and the way her asscheeks smacked each time she was thoroughly pounded. The smooth flesh trembled and clapped. She bit her on the nape, Beatrix crying out, while the coils once again encircled her leaking tits, one snaking back into her rectum. “F-fuck,” she cried.
“I-I can't stop it,” warned Flurry who sobbed despite how nice it felt.
“There's still time,” reminded Sombra. “Those eggs haven't hatched yet. But the moment she cums they'll be fertilized, and the creatures within will hatch in that nest called your womb, famished as they eat you out from the inside to escape.”
Beatrix swallowed and trembled. “Sure, you could kill me, but what then? We'll all lose. Without my help you'll never escape.” She laughed anew, her own interiors burning towards release with each meaty stab. “Trap you in here for all eternity? Worth it,” she proclaimed with a smugness worthy of her mother. “I am Trixie's daughter, after all. We're a petty, spiteful breed!”
In truth her heart was racing and she was covered in a sheen of perspiration. She certainly didn't want to die like he'd described. Sure, she'd always wanted to go out with a big bang in all senses, but this time she couldn't rely on her bond with the Smooze to protect her. Resigning herself to the inevitable, she simply rode out her building climax, her frame tensing when she started squirting like a faucet amidst whorish wails, milking the rod and tentacle burrowed in her fleshy depths.
“C-can't,” warned Flurry one last time when she bottomed out, buried past the cervix into her uterus, as she ejaculate directly over the dozens of eggs sloshing inside. They swam and churned in the bucketfuls of semen she released, their desperate shrieks mixing, the Smooze slipping more tentacles into Flurry's vagina under the set of balls and around her boobs.
Her untended sphincter was beset by Shining Armor who pressed his weight atop her and fucked his daughter up the ass. His forehooves stroked her feather plume while he unleashed a torrent of his splooge directly into her pleasantly sore bowels.
Rolling her eyes in ecstasy and sticking out her tongue, Belladonna wondered if this was how her adventures would finally end? Her stomach ached with fullness. Each time her half-sister painted her walls she was pushed back over the edge, her orgasmic bliss further drawn out. Sombra was grabbing her mane again, driving his dick into her throat and making her gag and gurgle.
Powerful hooves closed around her neck, almost choking her out when he squeezed, until he'd left nasty bruise marks on her flesh. Her face turned purple under his chokehold, making her tighten even more, the sense of danger turning her on further.
Not that it surprised her. After all, wasn't she risking her life constantly to seek out death-defying thrills?
Her senses dulled even further when she came down from her high, settling into a pleasant afterglow while her consciousness threatened to inevitably fade away. He was releasing into her gullet with savage humps, laughing at them all...

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                 It's Good to be the King                  
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It's Good to be the King
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!

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The End
With everypony collected Beatrix Belladonna and Trixie prepared to reopen the portal back to Equestria. Not that she needed her mother's aid, but it certainly made it easier! This time they arrived in a realm which appeared to be made of candies, cookies, sugars, and all other sorts of treats, frosting squishing wherever they tread. She questioned whether it had somehow been pulled from Pinkie's subconscious or worse if this area was somehow more malevolent than it first appeared.
After all, if she were an evil monster she'd certainly try and cultivate an attractive appearance to lure her victims in! But hey, wasn't she a bit of a freak, after all? There weren't exactly other anthropomorphic mares in Equestria, and she'd bonded so thoroughly with the Smooze, they were practically of one mind and body! Due to Sombra's interference, she couldn't quite fully reestablish her bond with Smoozy, but she could feel him resting peacefully within her essence.
(I will be okay,) he assured her sensing her trepidation. (Sombra contaminated me with black magic. He tapped into the forbidden knowledge of the Necronomicon, tried to warp me back into an eldritch abomination to be used as his pawn, like the cult did. I managed to pull back, but only just. I am still weak, and a potential danger to you all.)
“I feel little weak too,” she admitted. “This adventure took a lot out of us all.” She took in her battered team, Starlight and Tree Hugger still humanized, and Rarity trapped as a cow. Hopefully it would wear off when they cross back over? If not, well, between her and Flurry it could hopefully be fixed quickly! “Ah well, no pain no gain, right? And you hurt me good!”
She winked and was certain if he could have internally blushed he would've. A number of her party were reluctant to leave, mostly because once they did Shining Armor, Coco Pommel, and Sassy Saddles would likely cease to exist.
Using her magic she and Trixie had cleaned them up the best they could. “Father, I'll miss you!” Flurry Heart was hugging the Paladin and weeping profusely. “Come on, sister, this is the last chance we'll ever see him!”
Beatrix shook her head, not having the heart to remind her he wasn't their real father. Let her live in the moment, have her fantasy! It's not like she was particularly well-adjusted either! “You big softie,” she mused striding into their embrace. With a number of their party unable to work spells they were at a severe disadvantage, and admittedly didn't want to stick about long.
“I suppose it's time,” said Rarity who noticed Beatrix kept looking about. “Our hostess seems a tad impatient.” She linked forehooves with Suri, Coco, and Sassy. “So, Suri, what shall it be? Once we cross over, you may ascend to the afterlife, or if Beatrix's spell works out perhaps you'll be able to take flesh in Equestria once again. What would you prefer?”
“I want a second chance,” admitted Suri. “However, I know most won't be able to accept me after what I've done, and I understand that. I'd have to find somewhere to lay low, m'kay? Maybe a quiet little place out in the countryside...”
“I know a place chickadee,” said Tree Hugger. “Canterlot Gardens is, like, a wild wonderland now.”
“Yes, we'd love to have you,” said Rarity. “Wouldn't we, Pinkie?”
Pinkie paused between stuffing her mouth with donuts, chewed up bits flying from her maw when she talked. “You betcha! Hmm, but why can you two talk when Spike and Shining can't?”
“Sombra pumped all his magic into making them powerful forces of nature,” explained Sassy. “While we were supposed to play mind games with his enemies. I can barely manage basic telekinesis with this horn, to be honest.”
“I pretty much can't fight at all,” admitted Coco. “I mean, we've never exactly been warriors!”
“Yes, the cult certainly scarred Equestria. I was forced to turn my talents to the art of bloodshed.” Rarity pursed her lips when she stared at the white dagger sheathed on Suri's hip. “At least Shining's force has bought us some well-earned respite.”
Trixie wiped glaze from a gingerbread house with her index finger. “What the-” The building started to crack and crumble, the deterioration spreading over the area, treats darkening as they started to harden and rot. “Yuck, it's stale!”
Before they even had a chance to take in this new development, the realm started to quake, the sky darkening. Bloated flies started to swarm through the air and fatty maggots fell from a number of massive cakes. The reek of stale garbage suffused the atmosphere. Worse still a fissure was opening up at the center, further spreading with every second.
From the depths arose a tentacled monstrosity lined with eyes, mouths, and teeth, much like the cavern they had escaped. The titan towered over the shadowed onlookers. Scythe-like blades extended from its coils. Most curious of all was what sat upon the closest thing it had to a head; the body of Sombra embedded in its twisted flesh, an ethereal crimson horn of energy arising from his temple. (You should have slain me Beatrix,) he cast into their heads. (I managed to fuse with a near-mindless abomination. I was able to work my spells despite the loss of my horn, and it failed to resist my will, granting me a rare opportunity!)
“Shit,” was all Beatrix managed when she took a step backwards. His newfound power was overwhelming; she didn't need to be Tree Hugger to feel the malevolent vibes swirling around them. “Everypony, scatter!” Her horn manifested as she fired beams from her open palms, the colorful blasts searing at his tough hide, which sizzled and smoked under the waves.
The extrusions lashed out in all directions. She barely dove out of the way, as did several others, but the monster managed to scoop up Coco and Sassy who threw themselves in the path of Rarity and Suri. “Bastard,” cried Rarity.
“It's...okay,” murmured Coco as the tentacle tightened around her. Tears rolled down her cheeks as it was forced roughly into her cunt, jamming into her womb and not stopping as it pushed against her innards.
“Live...for us,” whispered Sassy as she received similarly treatment, until the spires exited from their mouths doused in blood, fully penetrated. They were overfilled until their insides ruptured and popped, innards splattering over the protrusions. Scarlet dripped down its bulk as its tongues licked at the messy rain which slathered its exterior.
Suri yelled and raised her white knife with both forehooves, rushing with a shriek and slamming it into one of its eyes. Goo spurted and it actually recoiled, a blade scything at her neck. She was knocked over by Rarity, the pair tumbling, while Pinkie leapt to their rescue, slicing off a tendril with her blade. She ducked and weaved between attacks that sailed ever closer.
“Behind us,” ordered Trixie as she and Belladonna weaved another round of spells together. Starlight cursed as she wasn't able to work her mojo in this humanized form, she and Hugs forced to cower behind them.
“Let me help,” yelled Flurry who sailed next to them.
Shining Armor and Sombra locked eyes with shared contempt, the Paladin chopping apart the bladed tentacles rushing his way, determined to reach the sorcerer-king who beckoned him with a twisted grin. (What I create I can also destroy!)
“Mmmm,” mused Beatrix as she and her mother continued to fire off combined spells which did only superficial damage. “I have an idea. However, I'll need some help to pull it off! You ready, Smoozy?”
(Way ahead of you. Trixie,) he cast into her as well. (May I borrow your body?)
“Trixie understands.” It was a little weird when the slime dripped a portion of itself from her daughter's snatch, and crawled up her thighs, slithering into her slit and crawling into her cervix until it filled her uterus. She moaned low as it expanded her slimy interior, making her feel warm as she dripped with wetness. “My, my, Trixie feels herself overwhelmed with newfound strength!” She and her daughter moved as one, imbuing Shining's two-handed saber with an enchantment similar to the one Rarity placed upon the arsenal and armory of Shining's force. It glowed with a blinding illumination.
(We must be swift. Every moment that passes means I bond with you a little more. And unlike Beatrix, whose physiology was altered by the potions she ingested, if I try to fuse with you I shall simply swallow up your consciousness.)
“Okay, okay. Don't get too comfortable, now.” She rubbed her belly with a wry smile.
With her natural potential Flurry was able to easily add to their spell on her own. She grinned playfully and happily fluttered her wings. “Okay father, let's do this! We'll put that nasty monster down once-and-for-all!”
“Wish I could help,” mumbled Starlight hoping that their combined power would prove sufficient.
Shining's weapon sliced through the coils which sizzled and melted with ease. He freed Pinkie who'd finally been seized, and she planted a quick kiss on his cheek before she pounced away to safety. He also came to the rescue of Suri and Rarity, living up to his namesake as he drove closer-and closer to his target, Sombra simultaneously impressed and irritated by his persistence.
(You are a worthy foe,) he was forced to admit. (But your legend ends here!)
The tendrils swarmed around the Paladin, and he continued to cleave them apart, rushing at Sombra. One slammed into his chest with such force it pierced his armor, and then his breastbone, exiting the other side in a messy spray. Shining grit his teeth as red dripped down his mouth, carving the demonic stallion from its fleshy prison, severing the link between him and the beast.
The abomination wailed and its coils violently wiggled. (Damn...you all,) choked out Sombra when he landed with a thud, limbless and crumpled on his side as he tried to work a fresh spell. He increased the scope and effectiveness of the power he'd already exerted on this realm to speed its collapse, and it started to crumble further, melting into an even stickier mess.
If he couldn't dominate them then he'd simply take them with him. “Quick,” called Beatrix as she and Trixie started to draw a circle which would allow them to escape the Necronomicon. “Everypony, hurry out of here!”
The portal opened in mid-air, swirling a bright blue, but the very land around them was starting to rapidly disintegrate as Sombra worked his mojo. His curved, spiritual horn radiated. The land cracked below Rarity and Suri, who tumbled into the darkness with a shared scream, simply for Flurry to swoop down and catch them. She beat her wings and continued to circle, firing beam-after-beam of sparkling but no less deadly magical rays which continued to sear the monstrosity.
“Come on chickadees,” called Tree Hugger who ran and leapt across an opening chasm, barely making it into the portal where she immediately vanished to the other side. Starlight sucked in a breath, and quickly followed suit.
“Whoo-hoo!” Pinkie easily sailed into the escape route.
(No!) Sombra increased the intensity of his spellcraft, not caring if he annihilated himself in the process so long as they were taken down with him, only for his view to suddenly be blocked by Shining Armor who loomed over him despite the bloody wound in his ruptured breast. He howled with renewed contempt, the white blade falling back upon his neck, severing his head.
“Father...” Flurry sniffled and pursed her lips, taking in his small smile one last time before she carried her passengers with her into the azure circle. Trixie winked at him with a cocky smile, diving in too, feeling more athletic than usual thanks to the portion of the Smooze within her. Lastly was Beatrix who also hesitated, uncertain what she'd say to him if he were really here.
“Thanks. You're so noble and honorable. Just like him.” With bemused ambivalence she tipped her wide-brimmed hat. The land below them collapsed, the very realm itself shrinking, as Shining Armor tumbled into the abyss with his eyes closed.
She too would have been lost were it not for the Smooze. Her hair shot out like a series of limbs, tethering her to the oval suspended in the void and pulling her towards her. She was hurtled into it and tossed out the other side into the chamber where the Necronomicon was housed. Like the rest of them she popped from the pages of the black tome and landed on her bottom with a thud. “Ouch!” She rubbed her buttcheeks with both palms, certain she was bruised all the way to her tailbone!
Looking around the chamber, she made certain they were all okay. “It's a miracle,” yelled Suri who pinched herself. “I'm alive! Oh, thank you all so much!” Rarity was similar relieved that she'd reverted back to a unicorn, while Starlight and Tree Hugger were also returned to their mare shapes. “I want to explore a little when we're out of here, m'kay?”
“Gotcha, babe.” Tree Hugger wrapped a forehoof around her, walking her along as their hooves clopped with an echo.
“Ooh, I think Tree has something rather saucy planned!” Pinkie bounced next to Rarity. “Ready to head home?”
“Indeed. Thank you for an...interesting time, Beatrix. Admittedly, one I'd not soon repeat. Take care.” Rarity waved to them all before she followed the other surviving element-bearer out of the heavy double doors back to the stone staircase.
“I'd better check on my homeland!” Flurry Heart trotted in a circle. “Can you all close up without me?”
“Sure, sister. Say hello to Diamond Tiara and Blueblood for me!” She waved at her, uncertain if those two would ever like her. Not that she let it bother her. After all, weren't they all a bunch of oddballs? “Starlight, you want to stick around with us?”
“Sure, why not?” Starlight kept flexing her wings and lighting her horn with simple spells, relieved to be back in her old shape. Not that she disliked being a human woman again, despite the brutal circumstances, but neither did she like to feel that sort of vulnerability too long! She watched Flurry retreat. “Better redo all those locks, huh? It's a one way trip out of here, right?”
“Actually, in truth once they pass those double doors they'll be deposited back in the lowest portion under the palace. Those open doors? Just an illusion; it's really a shortcut that connects two areas, kind of like the portals between realms. From their end they'll simply see a closed and padded entrance, like usual.” She paced while she talked, heels clicking on the floor.
“The enchantments will be fine; I worked a spell ahead of time so that my allies could cross without undoing them temporarily. Normally I wouldn't take such a shortcut since I don't want to risk the Necronomicon being nabbed if it tempts somepony, but I decided to expedite matters! I mean, why waste time and do work we don't have to?” She beamed with pride.
“Risky,” reminded Trixie who swatted one of her daughter's bare asscheek. “But it sure does save us a lot of time!”
Beatrix cackled mischievously, a red hand-print left behind on the wobbly flesh. “Um, Smoozy? Will you be okay? I know Sombra hit you pretty hard...”
(Indeed. He infected me with so much black magic I was almost twisted back into a world-devouring creature. Unfortunately, certain...side effects still linger. I have an uncontrollable lust that I need somepony to sate.)
“Is that a proposal? I'd love too!” She switched to a sultrier voice. “Actually, I'd love to have you breed me senseless in our off-time. Um, if that isn't too selfish a request? There's a little something I'd love to try if you're game!”
(Still obsessing over Shining Armor, huh? Well I suppose it's a harmless fantasy now that he's passed on. Nor can I blame you too much. You were conceived to be his perfect mate, after all. Not that Trixie intended that. She has a rather...unique mind.)
Trixie cocked an eyebrow. “Ready to close the book for now?”
“I suppose. No more adventures for a time.” Beatrix Belladonna tossed back her hair, satisfied with her latest exploits. “I wonder what sort of madman wrote the Necronomicon? Whoever the author is, they sure are twisted!” She laid a palm over the flesh-woven corner and kicked up a thin cloud of dust when she slammed it shut.
Author's Note
Another tale finished! I like this series because it enables me to go crazy with free-form creativity. Thanks for reading!