Beatrix Belladonna Versus the Vampiric Planet

Greenery covered in dew whistled under the morning zephyr. Vines wrapped around marble columns decorated in drooping moss. Somewhere in the distance Tree Hugger was bathing in a fountain, joined by Rarity, Pinkie Pie, and their latest acquisition, Suri Polomare, who'd been liberated from her imprisonment in the Necronomicon and now adjusted to her second chance at life. They lazed their days away, thankful they'd survived their last trip into the black book.

After the last debacle, Beatrix Belladonna hesitated to take anypony else with her into the Necronomicon. There were times when she was tempted to go it alone. But she knew even with the Smooze, her symbiotically-bonded partner, that would be suicide. She relied on her team, much as she sometimes hated to admit it. Her mother Trixie, Starlight Glimmer who'd become even more powerful since ascending to an alicorn.... They could certainly take care of themselves, most of the time!

But who else could match them on their adventures? Flurry Heart had the Crystal Empire to run, so she was out. And even if Rarity, Pinkie Pie, and Tree Hugger were willing to join them another time, she refused to place them at risk anymore.

Everypony else she could think of was either too busy or would similar be unsuited to such a dangerous mission. Since when had she become such a philanthropist? She shook her head with a grin that flashed her chompers.

The anthropomorphic mare sat on her ample bottom atop a tree stump, garbed in her usual high-cut leotard decorated in a sea of stars. It matched her wide-brimmed witch hat, fingerless gloves which came to her upper shoulders, and heeled boots which rose to her shapely thighs. She kicked a foot, her mane trailing over the short cape that obscured her bare back, her posterior bared save for the thong cut of her costume. “Hey Smoozy,” she began with a sigh and a pout.

(You can tell me anything,) the Smooze telepathically reminded her. (There is no need for hesitation.)

“I know. You're the only one who understands me, really. I mean, mother does, a little, and Flurry sees another part of me, but that's pretty much it.” The brim shaded her eyes from the morning sun. She adjusted on her seat, picking the thin line of fabric out of her smooshed lavender buttcheeks. “I'm part Trixie, part Shining Armor, with a little Twilight Sparkle tossed in.”

(A composite creature. Much like I am. Perhaps it was always fated we would bond.)

“Literally!” She laughed. If not for the experimental alchemical potions she and Flurry had concocted which she'd consumed, his essence would've swallowed her up that day she dove into him, just another bunch of nutrients he'd have broken down and absorbed to feed him. Their symbiotic relationship extended to their love for one-another. It transcended the familial or romantic. No, they considered the other their soul mate. “We could potentially explore the Necronomicon forever...”

(I hope it has not begun to bore you so soon. I know youth is often restless, but in a sense I am little more than a child myself.)

“Nah. Just a little pensive, I suppose. Maybe I should further perfect my craft? I'm still only a mid-tier mage, after all.” She flexed her fingers which crackled with electricity, a unicorn horn manifesting on her temple and glowing.

Did she have the potential of the three ponies she was based on? She knew her mother could be far more powerful, at least, if she simply developed her offensive spells more. It was doubtful she could reach Twilight's level no matter how hard she tried.

(You're perfectly fine as you are,) he cast sensing her insecurities.

“Yeah, I know.” The corner of her lip twisted into a tiny smirk. “Thanks for the confidence boost, I needed that! Hmm?”

The skies started to gray before her eyes, almost like the color was being drained from them, pitter-patters sounding from a cool drizzle which splashed over her thin-furred skin. Droplets beaded and rolled down her curves, making her shiver. Canterlot Gardens was known for odd weather occurrences, but she sensed something unnatural about it. “You feel the same too, huh?”

(Indeed. What it means, I do not know. There's been no trace of the cult of the nemesis since their last defeat.)

“Yep, didn't think it was them either. Hopefully we wiped out the last of those cockroaches! Sombra's dead, isn't he? I mean, there's no way he could reach outside the Necronomicon and influence Equestria...”

(Doubtful, but as we have seen, nothing is impossible.)

“I was afraid you'd say that...” She stood and stretched with a wide yawn. Casting a simple spell, she banished her costume, letting the raindrops batter her bared flesh. It was one of the most wonderful feelings in the world; a reminder that she was alive and healthy. “Hey Smoozy, why don't you come on out? Join me for a little while, take the weather in!”

(As you wish.) He slipped from between her thighs like she was giving birth, an odd sensation which made her shiver with delight, cheeks rosy as the greenish-yellow slime leaked from her slit and formed into an anthropomorphic shape. She spread her supple legs and helped push him out with a low moan, a wet squelch sounding from her gaping hot pink snatch.

Taking the shape she desired, he resembled Shining Armor if he stood on two feet like she did, enshrouded in gleaming white armor which matched his namesake. (You need not be ashamed of your feelings,) he reminded her. (You did not choose to be conceived as the perfect mate to your father. It was simply the side-effect of Trixie's subconscious desires.)

“I'm not a very good person though,” she admitted.

(You are still learning. As am I. No one reasonable expects you to be perfect.)

“I mean, I know Trixie and Flurry Heart love me dearly, but I'm not too close with the rest of them. Heck, Diamond Tiara and Blueblood outright dislike me!” She planted hands on her hips with wet smacks and huffed in indignation.

(To be fair, they are pretty irritating themselves. As for the others? Well, most of them fail to understand you, but can you blame them? We are unlike any other creature in Equestria. Nor do they share your skewed sense of morality.)

“Indeed. I know my mother was often misunderstood.” She traced his shiny breastplate, and started to unbuckle it, until the hunk of metal fell between their feet, exposing his chiseled musculature beneath. “Mmm.” She traced his pecs.

(Sombra's dark magic still lingers. It almost corrupted me.)

“You need this too,” she reminded him. “Otherwise, you'll lose control!”

(Yes.) Not that he was reluctant to regularly breed her. He enjoyed it almost as much as she did.

Sinking to her knees, she dragged his pants down with her, exposing the dark meat and swelled testicles which hung low. She licked her lips in anticipation, breathing in his musk. She traced the veins which lined his girth, and he swelled under the tender touch of her fingernail, his flared tip beading with salty precum. Gently she kissed the head with a smack, making him shudder.

Planting her palms on his thighs, she took in his stallionhood, which fully swelled and filled her gullet. Noisily she started to suck him off, bobbing her head up-and-down, his hands planted on her skull and digging into her hair which resembled Trixie's, save for it had a violet sheen that offset the platinum. Diving down balls deep, she stared up at him with half-lidded eyes lined with mascara and eyeliner, rolling her tongue around his cock each time she slid from top-to-base and back.

He leaked into her mouth, and she drank down his pre with throaty gulps, spreading her thighs wider and sticking her ass out further. Her tail raised with need, her anus puckered, and her pussy winked, dripping a thin layer of lubrication as her heart-shaped clitoris glistened and throbbed. He sensed how desperately she wanted his dick buried womb-deep inside her.

Pulling her snout from him, strings of saliva mixed with pre still connecting them, he grabbed her by the midsection with both hands and lifted her up. She cooed when he sank his penis into her, embedded cervix-deep as she wrapped her limbs around him, his palms kneading into her buttocks and spreading them wide while he started to fuck her.

His fingers tweaked her clit, drenching the digits in her pussy juice. Glazing her pouty lips by smearing the lubrication over them, she savored her own sweet taste with loud, messy smacks. His snout met hers, tongues playfully wrestling for dominance.

Realizing she still wasn't quite satisfied, he transformed this shape further so that another stallionhood materialized, and he angled her back, inserting it into her asshole which easily parted to accommodate him. “Deeper,” she cried and he drove in roughly with his next buck, bursting the barrier of her cervix and locking himself directly into her uterus. She moaned aloud without shame, small squirts spattering his crotch, his wide tip tracing the slippery walls of her hot fertile core.

She stared hazily into his eyes, face warped in guileless satisfaction. “Breed me,” she whined constricting her limbs and sexholes around him. “Fill me up with your cum, daddy!” She whinnied, clawing so hard into his back she left red marks.

Her titties bounced, topped with wide areola tipped in erect, soft pink nipples beaded in droplets. Her orbs rolled about and slapped together, her buttocks similarly jiggling, the contours of her asscheeks topped with dimples.

His member repeatedly hit her spongy g-spot, her lashes fluttering. Teeth caressed the slit tips of her engorged nipples, tugging them far as he possibly could, until the fatty tissue of her udders smacked back into place with lewd slaps.

He grunted and groaned, roughly humping into her faster, wet slaps sounding each time he speared her. She shook under each brutal thrust, surrendering to his ministrations, whinnying each time he completely impaled her. Her wet pink canals massaged his cocks, smeared with his precum. Knowing she was close, he started to shoot inside her, erupting in violent torrents.

She ballooned under what felt like gallons he unloaded into her, as she still retained portions of him, allowing her body to contort in ways that might have been fatal to a normal mare. Pushed over the edge as her stomach expanded like she'd been knocked up with a dozen foals, her eyes rolled into her head as she shrieked, gushing all over his chest and crotch. He continued cumming into her, his splooge erupting around his dicks from her worn holes, udders rising-and-falling with each huff.

“F-fuck,” she cried as her tongue lolled out and her maw fell slack in a stupefied expression. Glazed eyes stared into his, her voluptuous form wrapped tight as possible around his own. “Oh, daddy...” She laid her head to one side, basking in her afterglow. Thanks to him she could finally fulfill her biological purpose without much in the way of guilt or shame.

Of course she knew most ponies would still consider her fantasies rather perverse. Not to mention she could never be knocked up by her actual father like her womb desired. She pressed a hand on her stomach, feeling the virile cum sloshing and churning inside, her eggs swimming happily in his salty soup. Of course, he couldn't actually impregnate her unless he wished it. He could control his composition, and had carefully made certain he was shooting blanks, knowing she wasn't ready to be a mom.

(Are you satisfied?) She nodded enthusiastically. (Excellent.) Gently he withdrew from her, spunk pooling from her cunt as he set her down in the grass. The rain continued to wash over them. (What should we do now?)

Rubbing circles around her bloated belly, her tits still heaving, she stroked her chin and considered all the possibilities. The color was still bleeding, almost like the horizon was a painting that had been smeared, not unlike something she'd expect to see within the depths of the Necronomicon. “What the...?” The atmosphere around them seemed to shift and blur.

(Be on guard,) he warned taking up a battle stance. An alabaster broadsword etched in runes appeared in his forehooves.

A swirling portal manifested before them. Before she could so much as voice another warning, it sucked them in, their bodies feeling like they were breaking apart. Folding over like two-dimensional beings, they were rapidly dragged inside.

It radiated an otherworldly essence. Just as quickly the circle closed, leaving no trace of the pair.

*****

A thump resounded when the pair were deposited upon a squishy, sticky surface which seemed to stretch for miles in all directions. Groggily a battered Beatrix attempted to rise on shaky feet, emptying the contents of her still full stomach, which upchucked thick globs of viscous spunk. “Wish it tasted as good coming back up,” she mused as an acid taste filled her sore throat. “What in Tartarus is this place?” Veins thick as tree trunks lined a moist, discolored surface which seemed to breathe.

(It's alive,) he observed standing a few feet away. (It appears to be studying us. Like we are mere specimens.)

She trembled. “Well, it stops here!” Her horn emerged as she started to draw a circle in the air, intending to open a nexus back to anywhere safe in Equestria, but the aura around her horn sparked and fizzled out, nullified by an anti-magic field.

(It's far more powerful than either of us. Almost like it's encountered us before and knew how to counteract us?)

“A scary thought,” she whispered wondering if it was listening in even now. But who could be behind it? If they understood how to stymie them it had to be an old adversary, didn't it? She looked skyward, seeing a swirling void of colors akin to an oil slick.

“Well, well, what have we here?” A familiar voice echoed from seemingly everywhere. Beatrix spun and balked, seeing a perfect doppleganger of herself, hips swaying as she strutted nude her way. “If it isn't my original!”

(She appears to somehow be exactly like you down to her composition.)

Beatrix shook her head. “What are you, some kind of alchemy-concocted clone?!”

The double tittered with a hand planted on her hip. “Not quite! No, this planet birthed me.” She tapped the ground with her foot. “But this astral form won't last forever. I need more...permanent flesh.” She leered up-and-down her physique.

The Smooze stepped between them, sword at the ready. (Not so long as I stand.)

The imposter's smirk widened, and she clicked her fingers, the veins around him shooting upwards. His blade bit into those nearest to him, spattering his naked flesh in crimson flecks, but with each he cut down more were swift to replace them. (Beatrix Belladonna,) he cast as her wrist was grabbed by her copycat, who struggled to drag her away. (Stop! If we're-)

“Separated you'll die?” She tittered. “Worry not. An enchantment has been prepared which should keep you two alive...for now. Think of this whole ecosystem as a grimoire. It's filled with delicious magic the likes of which you've never seen...”

Beatrix kicked and clawed at her assailant, who appeared to be far stronger than she looked, easily overpowering her. “How-”

She was shoved backwards and landed on her bottom, staring up at her twin who towered over her. A foot pressed between her breasts, pushing her onto her back, and the double stood triumphant with legs spread over her, hands planted on her wide hips. She stared at a worm's eye view between her shapely mounds at her upturned face. “You know those little trips you took into the Necronomicon? My master's been studying you this whole time. He slowly learned to take control, puncturing a dimensional hole in the forbidden tome. Gradually he constructed this environment in place of that parallel world the Smooze devoured...”

Realization dawned on the Smooze who continued to chop apart a sea of endless veins, now soaked in sweat and blood. Reduced to a mindless abomination by the cult of the nemesis, he'd ingested that strange world of humans, until that world's Spike was the sole survivor. Beatrix and Flurry Heart had escaped a doomed land where he swathed the earth and overran the oceans.

“Now, for my first trick!” A horn sprung from her temple, and she twinkled her fingers, her snatch twisting as a thick stallionhood and testicles suddenly toppled from her crotch. “Mmm, I can't wait to fuck myself into you...”

Beatrix barely had time to cock an eyebrow in confusion before her ankles were seized, and her legs lifted so far back her feet surrounded the sides of her head. Her clone pressed the flared, erect cock to her slit, rubbing between her lips which immediately started to swell and moisten anew. Precum smeared along the partially parted folds.

“But from what I saw of your little session one won't be enough to satisfy you anymore.” A second horsecock drooped out below the first, and this one she started tracing around the soft pink ring of Belladonna's anus. “Imagine all the fun I can have with you!” She suddenly slammed full-force into both of Beatrix's lower orifices, a grunt escaping them both.

Gleefully she stabbed as hard and deep into her hot canals as she could, almost immediately breaking the barrier of her cervix, and slamming into the back of her uterus. “Not such a smug cunt now, are you, bitch?” Her body jittered each time her rival hatefucked her silly, determined to prove she was superior to her original. “Time to knock you up for real!”

The Smooze cursed as the saber was yanked from him, held in place by the veins which constricted around his wrists and ankles. (This planet leaked out from the Necronomicon. It's one of the realms trapped inside. Somehow its turned vampiric, draining the life force from Equestria to permanently take on physical substance. But who could wield such fine control over the tome?)

Sheer malevolence emitted from the surface. Beatrix squirmed, the horsecock in her cunt forming a knot to lock itself within her, soft barbs growing from the shafts which tickled her squishy interior. An aura seized her arms when she tried to move them, holding them down and rendering her completely helpless before the brutal fucking her copycat dished out with relish.

“You'll finally fulfill your biological for real,” she taunted. “A little black magic and I'll unload some sperm into you that your womb will believe is Shining Armor's. You'll produce the perfect little spawn, one I'll be fit to inhabit!”

With a final thrust she was skewered balls deep in both her fuckholes. A deluge of foalbatter flooded her chambers. She squealed and clenched as she started to spray all over her twin who was quickly drenched. Curves shined and nipples dripped with the marecum which soaked them. Cum was packed into her, a howl escaping her maw as she rode out multiple orgasms.

“It's done.” Her assailant pulled out of her gaping fissures with a loud plop. “Ready to welcome new life to the world?”

Hazed over eyes stared deliriously around her. Beatrix struggled to think. “What...am I...?”

“Think of yourself like a living cauldron. You know, like the one created by the cult?” The alchemical device had been used in a number of rituals, most notably to turn the leaders into alicorns by those sacrificed to its foul soup. “All that magical potential is wasted on you. But you'll serve well as a vessel! Already, your womb is working its magic to form new life...”

She patted Belladonna's midsection which was so distended her bellybutton had swelled up like a small button. “You see, you've been linked to the Necronomicon from birth! You're like a fragment of it, given sentience, making it stronger all the time just by living! Oh yes, my master and I have been studying the tome intently! How does it feel to know your very existence is going to help damn the world?” She laughed in her face. “No wonder your father abandoned you, you little hellspawn!”

“Shining Armor was busy...saving the world,” she managed weakly.

“Keep telling yourself that.” She patted her cheek a couple of times. “Uh-oh, here it comes!”

A moan somewhere between pain and pleasure escaped Belladonna's lips. Her thighs reflexively spread wide, and her slimy, dripping cunt gaped wide open, revealing a sticky pink tunnel connected by slimy strings of cunt juice. Her walls convulsed, and her cervix throbbed, opening wide as something that had swiftly grown inside started to claw its way out.

Well-manicured, delicate hands slowly pulled open the uterus-entrance, and a head with a platinum mane laced in a violet tinge started to slowly press outwards, swathed in a thick layer of lubrication. She shrieked in bliss while the Smooze watched helpless, her twin smirking over her, more messy squirts erupting from her urethra as she was locked in an orgasmic birth.

Agonizingly slothful, another perfect duplicate of Beatrix wormed its way free, spreading her vagina unbelievably wide in the process. She twisted and slithered free, inch-by-inch, her denuded and supple shape swallowed in a sexual sheen.

When she finally emerged, she met the lips of the one who'd fucked her into Belladonna's body. Breasts smooshed together between the identical lovers, and fingers linked with both hands, their flesh seeming to melt together.

Pretty soon the two had become one. “Wonderful, isn't it? Maintaining that temporary form took a lot out of me. But now I can easily traverse from here to Equestria unmolested! And the best part? None of your friends will know the difference!”

She cackled, ready to infiltrate the peaceful land as her master decreed. With a twinkle in her eye she summoned up Beatrix's usual ensemble, drew a circle which cut into the air, and stepped into the shimmery blue portal she'd formed with ease.

Tears silently dripped down Beatrix's cheeks. But there was no way to warn them. No way to save the Smooze who'd been rendered as helpless as she was. Whoever this mysterious mastermind was, they'd spent quite a lot of magical energy to enact this plan, but as the vampiric planet continued to suck its life force from Equestria no doubt that essence would soon be replenished.

She surmised that the leaking Necronomicon was connected by a nexus probably at the core of this planet. She wondered if it was haunted by the billions who'd been slain by the Smooze when it had fallen? She was one of the few who could ever truly accept him, knew they were both freaks of nature, but that didn't mean they didn't deserve a chance at a real life!

Yet what could she do now but lament their fate? Would her world face yet another Apocalyptic crisis...?

*****

The portal took her to the planet's core. It was hollow inside, like a nervous system, veins pulsating and connected to her master who hovered at the center. “Bellatrix Primadonna,” he rasped in a strained voice. “Come closer.” The dark stallion's eyes burned, positioned atop a mound of twisted flesh and bone he'd shaped into a throne. “My finest creation.”

Closing the warp behind her, Bellatrix touched down with a theatrical bow. Before his intervention she'd been simply another dream demon wandering the Necronomicon, a succubus to be exact, without physical form and only able to feed on other spirits; being trapped in the tome meant she'd been unable to invade dreams and feed on life essence.

He'd taken her in, named her, and bonded her with another eldritch abomination. The monster stirred within her womb, which it treated like a warm and wet nest, a mass of tentacles stirring within the slimy chamber. “Sombra, are you-”

“There's no need to be concerned. I'm losing almost as much energy maintaining this planet as I'm siphoning from Equestria. You must serve as my cat's paw.” He'd done more than alter her form; he'd manipulated her mind as well. Made her completely submissive to his will. She even adored the abuses he doled out on her at his leisure. Even the name he'd dubbed her with was little more than a joke to him. Yet she was pathetically eager to serve his every whim, making his maw twist in a wry smile.

She banished her attire. Crawled on all fours to him. Her hanging breasts swung about and knocked together, her rump swaying as she came to rest before him. Sensing his unspoken displeasure, she altered her shape, morphing into an anthropomorphic likeness of Cadance. “Better? I know you despise her almost as much as that clod Shining Armor...”

He nodded once when she leaned forward, and she brushed her cheek against his erection, the precum spilling down and coating her. ”Oh yes.” The curled tips of her mane bounced, and with a sultry stare she swallowed his horsecock, making him shudder. His powerful hooves settled atop her scalp, forcing her down until he swabbed her gullet.

Gleefully she ministered him, guided by his firm forehooves. He jerked her down, thrusting his hips into her maw, skullfucking her. She gagged around his member, letting tears fill Cadance's doe-like saucer eyes, until her makeup and hair were a ragged mess. Her thighs were soaked, wishing her master would give her the rare pleasure of finishing inside of her needy pussy.

Instead her jerked her back by the mane. “Stick out your tongue.” She did as commanded, and his shaft throbbed, spurts unloading all over her locks, painting her already sloppy face, and coating her tongue. She gargled his foal batter with a smile, swishing the sticky seed about which clung to her gums and embedded between her teeth, slurping the precious mana down.

He wiped his dick on her face, used it to pat her a couple of times. “You've done well. But now for the real test. Turn around.” She did so, and he produced a small insect-like parasite summoned from a realm he controlled in the Necronomicon, the skittering creature easy to manipulate with his dark magic. With his free foreleg he spread her pink, glistening wide open, while the other forced the tiny monstrosity into her canal. She arced her back, moaning, as it connected to the beast in her belly.

“You'll be my eyes and ears in Equestria. Serve me well, Bellatrix Primadonna, and you'll ascend to serve as my Queen. Fail me, and you will share Belladonna's fate. Now, go!” He smacked her asscheek which wobbled and reddened with a hoofprint.

“Yes, master!” She stood, reverted back to Beatrix's form complete with costume, and bowed theatrically. Then she opened another portal, this one to Equestria, which she stepped into while whistling a jaunty tune.

Without him she'd still be nothing. Just another mindless creature endlessly roaming the Necronomicon. But now she had a purpose. Somepony to love her. So what if he was selfish and cruel? Wasn't that her nature, too?

And in the meant time he would continue to master the realms inside the Necronomicon, becoming one with the forbidden grimoire. All who'd attempted in the past had been defeated, possessed, or destroyed; Starlight Glimmer had come the closest, only to be stopped due to the intervention and sacrifice of Sunset Shimmer. But most of Shining's force were dead or scattered.

Surrounded by an amalgamation of eldritch abominations, he continually fused with them, bending them to his will. At the moment he could manipulate Equestria in subtle ways thanks to a leak in the Necronomicon. But soon his grasp would extend to the afterlife. He'd puncture a hole into the heavens, pluck out the souls of Shining Armor and everyone he loved to devour...