Beatrix Belladonna Versus the Vampiric Planet

Flurry Heart stood on the balcony of her palace, overlooking the Crystal Empire. Stray snowflakes pirouetted in the air, falling upon her peaceful country. Her flank was emblazoned by the cutie marks of Celestia's, Luna's, and Cadance's all circling one-another; with their losses their duties had to fall to somepony and she'd inherited that burden. Not that she was the type to complain, almost saccharine in her chirpy, young-at-heart demeanor when she smiled upon her work.

She'd risen the sun which was emblazoned with a symbol that resembled the likeness of Celestia who'd been entombed inside it by the cult of the nemesis, in the same manner Luna's silhouette was burned into the pale moon. Even the most powerful mages in Equestria had never discovered a spell to free them. As for her mother, she'd been reduced to so much ash when her nation fell, one which Flurry had worked many years later to painstakingly rebuild with help from the other surviving major races.

Hoofsteps echoed behind her and the silk curtains parted to allow her advisors to enter. Diamond Tiara, garbed in a regal silver gown that matched her jewelry, was the first to speak. “Should I have breakfast delivered here? It's started to get cold.”

“Yes, that's fine! Sorry, you know how I lose track of time!” She fluttered her full wingspan.

“Indeed,” said Princess Blueblood with a swish of a silky blonde mane; she'd been converted by the cult into a female when he'd refused to participate in the forced breeding of mares, like all males captured by the cultists who disobeyed were. And while there were likely spells that could permanently return her to a masculine shape, over time she'd come to accept and even like this lovely new guise. “A Queen should be punctual!” She snorted haughtily.

“You both worry too much! Look!” She pointed at the concert taking place within the capital, headed by Vinyl Scratch, Octavia, and Lyra, with their latest band members Lavender Lace and Fuschia Blush. Their stage was set up and ponies crowded from all over, including refugees and tourist which now packed the area. She'd actually encouraged newcomers, needing to build up their relatively small populace. Thanks to the magic infused in the land, all who entered temporarily became a crystal pony.

“Well,” said Diamond whose coat sparkled like her namesake, a polygonal shape vaguely visible in her iris. “We'll leave you to it, if that's okay. We have our own work to do!” She smirked with naked pride.

Flurry beamed and dismissed them with a wave of her forehoof. They bowed and retreated with a clop of hooves. Sitting on her haunches, her horn lit up to manipulate a fork and knife she seized with her aura, cutting into a buttery pancake and shoving it into her mouth. “Yummy! Honestly, I know they mean well, but it's like having two fretful mothers sometimes!”

Despite that she couldn't help but feel rather lonely. She didn't really have any peers. “I wish Beatrix were here...”

On cue a familiar anthro mare slipped from atop the palace and touched down before her. “You called?” Belllatrix Primadonna rose with the biggest smirk she could muster, the imposter looking upon Beatrix's half-sister with barely contained bemusement.

“Beatrix?!” Flurry cantered to her and practically bowled her over with a flying hug. “Sister, it is you!”

“Of course!” She snickered as if laughing at some private joke. “Taking a short break from my little adventures into the Necronomicon and decided it was time to catch up.” She fluffled her mane, leaning in and meeting her lips.

Blinking several times Flurry drew back and turned aside. “Sister, that's inappropriate! I love you dearly, but not like that!”

“Ahem. Sorry. Just too excited, I suppose!” Bellatrix licked her chops in a slow, sensuous manner. As she was actually a succubus her libido was at a constant, insane high, and the modifications Sombra forced on her made it even worse. Her loins were burning, the crotch of her leotard soaked, which fortunately was rather difficult to see. Her nipples poked into her top.

(Control yourself,) reminded Sombra in her head. (You mustn't make them suspicious.)

Flurry shrugged it off. “It's okay. Want some pancake? Or maybe a glass of orange juice?”

“Nah, I'm good. Hey, mind if we go for a ride? I'd love to have a looksie around the city, maybe see my mom!” She was eager to meet up with Trixie, the first and only human in Equestria, who'd been transmuted into that shape by the Necronomicon.

“Of course! Hop on!” Flurry lowered herself, and Bellatrix swung a leg over her back, thighs wrapped around her. In order to help her hold on, she grabbed her mane much harder than necessary and pulled, making her yelp a little. But rather than complain she kicked off the balcony and took flight, sailing with a gleeful cheer over her beloved homeland.

Bellatrix slapped her on the flank, leaving a red palm print over a cutie mark. “Faster, faster! Giddy up!” She giggled, unable to hide a psychotic glimmer in her wide eyes, her hair and cape trailing behind her. She shivered with delight, goosebumps prickling her supple flesh, as her ride made loops hive above the ongoing concert. The attendees below cheered and waved.

“They love me,” said Flurry who was misty-eyed. “That makes it all worthwhile.

Bellatrix rolled her eyes. “Don't get all sappy, now. I mean...” She quickly tried to correct herself. “Sure, they're still celebrating what Shining's force managed, but what about after the honeymoon wears off?”

“You're so cynical, sister. Ponies are good at heart. So are all the other races, once you get to know them!”

Unfortunately the succubus had never known that kind of guileless optimism. Where she came from monsters would do things like eat, torture, or rape you on a whim; sometimes all three in whatever order they felt like. Not that she blamed them. Morals obviously made creatures weak and so they desperately clung to their herds in order to protect themselves.

“You don't seem entirely like yourself today, sister!” Flurry's words snapped Bellatrix back to attention. “You under the weather? We could always head back home, have the maids whip up some hot cocoa-”

“I'm fine,” she snapped with more acid in her voice than intended. They rode in silence, Flurry's eyes watering as she quietly wept. “Damn, you're sensitive. How do you expect to rule anything if you can't deal with the small shit?”

Primadonna strained to hide a disgusted curl of her lip, seeing the revelers drink, eat, sing, dance, and hold one-another as neon lights flashed and music boomed. Well, it didn't matter. They'd all suffer and die horribly when Sombra finishing fusing with his vampiric planet. And then he'd claim her as his Queen, giving her the love and purpose she so desperately craved.

Ponies were idiots, she decided. They all deserved to die. Better that they kept these vermin from breeding further.

Why not take her now, she wondered? Surely it wouldn't be difficult to lure Flurry somewhere private, open a portal, and abduct her? (Because,) he cast. (She will immediately be missed and will throw our enemies into a panic far too soon. No, we must start a little lower on the food chain, and work our way up. Trixie must be somewhere in the Crystal Empire. Track her down.)

“Let's visit mom, shall we sis? That'll put me in a better mood!”

Flurry nodded. She flew up higher, overlooking her homeland, until she spotted the familiar wagon parked near the outskirts. “There! I'm sorry sister,” she said convinced their argument was somehow her fault. “I'll make it up to you when I've got the chance! Trixie and I don't get to chat too often, but she's like an aunt to me, so I can't wait to see her either!”

*****

Warmth surrounded Beatrix Belladonna, who'd been swallowed up when a portion of the fleshy earth yawned open and swallowed her. Fully emerged in a sea of semen, it filled her mouth and nostrils, drowning her repeatedly. But before the sweet release of death could fully claim her she'd somehow regain consciousness and her torments would repeat.

Maybe it was hopeless, but she refused to give up, her limbs tiring as she struggled to swim. On occasion she'd break the surface, emerging in the dark filled pit, coughing up cum which oozed from her nostrils and matted her mane. What hurt most was knowing she was responsible for this, that her ventures into the Necronomicon had made the fissure even bigger. Perhaps she really didn't belong anywhere and would be better off dead. But that could wait. Somehow she had to set this right!

Somehow after what seemed like hours of struggle, she saw a stray vein, seized it, and climbed the slippery appendage, breaking the boil-like film of flesh and clambering back to the surface. Had her enemy made a mistake? Overlooked something? Or was offering her a sliver of hope simply a way to draw out her torture and humiliation even further?

She laughed despite herself, huffing on all fours, completely drenched in foalbatter which drizzled from her. But where was the Smooze? She studied her surroundings, not daring to call out to him. This mysterious 'master' could be watching even now!

She shook herself off the best she could. Her horn materialized as she wished, but sparked and sputtered uselessly, likewise the spells she attempted to work by hand. “Damn.” She picked a direction at random and set off.

After a short trip her ears perked. A slosh sounded and she spotted the Smooze, now back in a gelatinous yellow-green form, slithering her way and leaving a slimy trail behind him. Cautiously she approached. “Smoozy?”

He managed to form a melted mouth. “St-stay away,” he warbled. “Can't control-” His shape suddenly twisted, a mass of tentacles springing from his depths, which shot out and immediately seized her by the wrists and ankles. “Beatrix,” he cried writhing as his shape betrayed him. “It's...just like...” Sombra's dark magic, both of them realized.

“It's okay,” she called as he lifted her up. “I know you'd never intentionally hurt me.” She mentally prepared herself for the worst, used to fairly rough treatment, which she sometimes encouraged when she was in the mood when they made love.

He dragged her closer, lifted her above his congealed stickiness, and thus his tentacles into her three sex orifices at once with such violent force her frame shuddered. Plunging into her with perverse-sounding squishes, casting about bits of saliva and vaginal fluids, her eyes rolled into her head as he packed himself into her. She could feel her insides twisting and distending, like they were still symbiotically bound, allowing her interior to contort in ways that should have been fatal.

When the one in her mouth withdrew she managed to cry, “You're going to break me!” The tip widened, opened, and spurted, further spattering her face and tongue in foalbatter. She failed to close one of her eyes in time, which stung as spunk settled into it. Yet despite the horror of her situation, the idea of being his sexual plaything forever was the most erotic thing she could imagine. The appendage drove back into her maw, probing her gullet while the others fished in her bowels and womb.

Again she lost count of how many times he was forced to violate her, spraying torrents of semen into her, his composition changing as needed to produce the sperm. Her eyes dulled alternating between a pleasure which burned her to the core and numbness, realizing he was desperately trying to hold back fearing he'd shatter her psyche from a sheer overload of pleasure.

More coils wrapped around her, pulling her tail and mane so taut a few stray strands were ripped out. One coiled around her swollen bud-like clit, tugging and tweaking it, while more encircled her tits, smooshing them so hard she feared they'd pop like wet balloons. These extensions turned into needle-like tips, stabbing the thin slivers into the slits that tipped her erect nipples.

With repeated pumps they injected some chemical into her, her physique blazing even hotter with need. She'd lost track of how often she'd come, still splashing as her nethers convulsed around their intruders. The pricks withdrew, her nipples spurting small sprays of lactation,, and the needles now formed into transparent suckers, the mouth-like cups attaching to her udders and sucking out the sweet milk which squirted with each powerful suction. Her eyes rolled fully into her skull, overwhelmed.

(No,) rasped a voice in her head. (You cannot be allowed to break yet.) The penetrating tentacles withdrew with loud pops, leaving her fuckholes gaping and oozing, but they continued to molest her in a teasing manner, hefting her up with legs wide open while they continued to milk her like she was a mere cow. Her snatch dripped over a coil that teased at her sex and anus.

“Y-you.... I feared as much.” She winced as a coil wrapped around her throat and squeezed.

The planet's surface opened and from the flesh-like film arose the sorcerer-king Sombra, the stallion attached by pulsing veins to his vampiric planet, partially composed from a composite of eldritch abominations he'd managed to take control of in the Necronomicon. (You've caused me no end of pain. But you're merely the prelude to my true prize.)

“Flurry Heart,” she realized. “Why are you so obsessed with Shining Armor and his family? Because they foiled you once?”

(The untimely death of Shining Armor and Cadance denied me the vengeance that is so rightfully mine. Celestia and Luna are beyond my reach, trapped in purgatory as they're forever entombed in the sun and moon. But I hope Flurry's parents are watching from Heaven even now as I enact my vendetta upon their loved ones. To see their daughter broken...) He shook his head, almost overwhelmed by bitter hatred and snapping back to awareness. (But your mother was Trixie, wasn't she?)

Beatrix said nothing and tried to maintain a neutral expression. Truth be told she'd never been more terrified in her life. Whatever happened to her, she could deal with it...maybe. But to see her friends and family punished for her mistakes...

He chuckled. (Your stilled tongue says it all. Trixie is nothing to me, just some amateurish piece of trash, but to hurt you...)

“Magic is for more than manipulating and destroying. It can inspire,” she wheezed as the coils continue to grope her like she was a piece of meat. “Not that I'd expect you to ever understand that!” Maybe it was delirium or hysteria, but she cackled, wondering if her half-sister's corny but endearing sense of wonder had finally rubbed off on her too late.

(Cute. I hate cute.) He decided to attempt one of the many forbidden spells he'd unlocked while trapped in the Necronomicon. He'd tapped into a number of its secrets and decided she would make a suitable test subject. (Your twin, Bellatrix Primadonna, is busy undoing your life as we speak. But that's the least of your concerns at the moment.)

The Smooze dropped her. (B-Beatrix...) Her closest companion wiggled, reduced to little more than helpless sludge.

“I love you Smoozy,” she whispered with watery eyes while ignoring Sombra.

Sombra's demonic, curved horn flared with a dark pulse. Smoke pooled and poured from his snake-like eyes. He chanted alien words, licking his chops, and a banshee-like wail escaped Belladonna as once again it felt like she was being torn in different directions. Cracks sounded like her bones were breaking, rips sounding like her flesh was being shredded apart.

Somehow she was split in two, the unicorn part emerging intact on one side, toppling with a crash. While on the other side she emerged as a humanized version of herself, both portions sharing her usual color scheme. Stranger still they seemed to share the same consciousness. Both stared at their reflection in a pool of cum and sputtered in unison, “What in Tartarus?!”

(Ha! It seems to have worked. What did Luna used to say? The fun has been doubled?) With a mental command he directed one of the Smooze's tentacles, which slammed into the humanized Beatrix's midsection, passing out the other side in a shower of blood. Both halves shared a scream and sobbed, feeling the same searing agony which almost made her go into shock.

(Bastard,) cast the Smooze.

“Hold on,” wheezed the unicorn Beatrix who woozily blinked.

“Sure...why not?” Her human personification giggled in delirium, clutching the still bleeding wound. A portion of the Smooze broke off, and closed over the gash, hardening to seal it. "Tee-hee..."

"Don't close your eyes," cried unicorn Beatrix in fear she'd never be able to open them again.

(Interesting. Both halves of her are starting to develop independent personalities,) observed Sombra. (I've heard some ponies indulge in tantric sex rituals to empower themselves. But I've learned to take a different path. The pain and death of others will further strengthen me. The Necronomicon hungers, and must be fed. Your torture will help me tap into it.)

The Smooze bellowed in an otherworldly manner, forced anew to beset both Belladonnas. Blood leaked from the corner of the human Beatrix's mouth but despite how sleepy she felt death refused to come. The extensions wrapped around them both, exploring their fissures, turning the pair's uteri into a nest of writhing tentacles that suckled at their womb walls with suckers.

Confusion threatened to overwhelm a barely conscious unicorn Beatrix. She and her duplicate shared a similar mindset, but were coming to slightly different conclusions, perhaps due to the difference in their physiology. Of course right now it was hard to focus on anything but the pain, fear, and humiliation, mixed with unwanted lust and pleasure which was their current state.

Gassed repeatedly by pink clouds emitted by the Smooze, spores trailing around them, Sombra's playthings were overwhelmed by aphrodisiacs and pheromones, logic surrendering to submissive instincts. Their bodies were soon moving on their own, like they were fleshy dolls, bobbing their heads to suckle their violators, stroking them with hands, hooves, and feet.

Pleasantly sore, their glassy eyes dulled further, currently reduced to nothing more than playthings their new master used in his dark rituals...

*****

A shiny pink cunt was spread by delicate fingers, housed between a shapely pair of light blue human thighs. Starlight Glimmer took a moment admire its finer details, the swelled clit, the urethra, soft gooey walls between parted velvet folds. Her nostrils twitched as she breathed in the sweet musk of her occasional lover's pussy which leaked over its owner's pastel rectum.

“Much as Trixie loves to be admired, she'd like to be eaten sometime tonight!” She patted her friend's head. She'd stripped off everything but her starry cone hat, her fingerless gloves, and heeled boots, her soft plush ass spread upon their shared bed.

Starlight licked around her lover's mound, careful not to actually touch it, deliberately teasing her. She squirmed in retaliation, growing even wetter, Lulamoon playing with her large tits in order to seek further stimulation. The horntip penetrated Trixie's tiny peehole, and she squeaked, overcome by a stinging pain mixed with a burning pleasure.

“Careful,” warned Trixie who wrapped her thighs around the sides of Glimmer's head. “Or that skull will be popped like a grape!” It was a mere jest of course, despite her well-known reputation as a sadomasochist.

“Kinky.” She buried her tongue into Trixie's sex, making her squeal. By this point she'd been so worked up she came almost instantly, spewing her love fluids all over Star's snout. She continued licking out her clamping walls, digging all the way to her cervix entrance, savoring the goo which coated her tongue and made her taste buds dance in delight.

A gentle knock sounded at the door. “Who in Tartarus?!” Trixie hopped up and bowled her friend over. With a click she summoned up her usual costume, gritting her teeth as an orgasm that should have been drawn out was cut short. “This better be important...” Her heels clicked as she stomped towards the entryway, her short cape billowing from her star-dotted leotard.

“Could be a salespony,” mused Starlight whose nethers ached for her own denied release. “Or somepony who wants to convert us?” A number of small religions had popped up ever since Celestia, Luna, Discord, and all other entities that might be taken as deities by some were no more. The alicorn shook her head, thankful at least the cult of the nemesis was eradicated.

“Oh!” Trixie immediately brightened when she saw Flurry and who she believed was her daughter Beatrix. “Come in!” She wrapped an arm around Bellatrix's waist, pulling her close and showing her off, the resemblance uncanny since Trixie had subconsciously shaped her daughter in the womb with aid from the Necronomicon to resemble her, only with elements of her crush Twilight Sparkle's color scheme mixed in. “Oh, Trixie's missed you so! Isn't she wonderful?!”

“She's certainly something!” Starlight chuckled. In truth she'd become rather fond of her, too.

(This isn't good,) cast Sombra into Bellatrix's head. (Starlight's one of the few that surpasses me in power and experience. And unlike Flurry Heart she wouldn't hesitate to pry into your soul if she suspects you. She's always had a loose grasp of morality.) He could almost admire the self-made mare. Which would make claiming her entirely even more delicious.

(Just be cautious. I can raise shields to block her if necessary, but that will certainly arouse her suspicions, and in my current state she could likely brute force them without too much trouble.)

Bellatrix Primadonna sucked on her lower lip. “Nice to see you, Starry!” She waved. “We were in the area and decided to pay my mom a visit!” She crossed her arms and took in the knick-knacks scattered about, along with a treasure chest she assumed was filled with props. Trixie was known not only to waltz around nude since there were no laws against it and stallions would stare at the exotic creature, but she would also invite the most handsome ones backstage to rut her senseless. “Classy.”

Flurry flicked an ear. “What is it, sister?”

“Oh, nothing.” Bellatrix knew she had to stop speaking aloud and acting so impulsively. But the succubus was so unused to society and all its petty rules. Not to mention having a permanent physical form. It sure sucked being horny all the time!

Of course she couldn't judge Trixie too much. So what if she was a super slut? Why shouldn't a woman simply take what she wanted just like a man would? Damnation, she'd actually make a great succubus...but she didn't need the competition!

Flurry sat on her haunches and clopped her forehooves together in a chipper manner. “It's nice to meet up without the Necronomicon involved! Or any business, for that matter! I sure miss our younger days, having misadventures and brewing potions...” She wistfully recalled their campaigns in Shining's force, her eyes starry.

Bellatrix raised a hand to her mouth and laughed. “Were we ever that innocent, really? We were at war, remember?”

“True. Count on you to see the downsides,” mumbled Flurry who lowered her head.

Trixie rapidlly looked between them. “Come on, this a time of celebration!” She flicked Bellatrix's nose, and took her hand, twirling her to show her off. “The Great and Powerful Trixie trained her herself!”

“I can tell,” noted Starlight with a grin as the mother-and-daughter team mimicked one-another's flamboyant flourishes. They pirouetted and posed, capes whipping about, taking a dramatic stance and pointing out in front of them. “Corny as ever!”

“Oh, hush.” Trixie mock pouted with hands on her hips and Bellatrix followed suit.

“So...” Bellatrix studied them. “You plan to reopen the Crystal Fair, right? Or something similar to raise funds?” The Queen nodded enthusiastically. “Maybe we should participate in the games, mom. We'll put on a magic show they'll never forget!”

Trixie threw her arms wide open. “That sounds wonderful! They'll fall over themselves in adoration when we grace them with our presence!” She hummed, already imagining it. “Starlight, would you like to join our little tour?”

“No way. I can't. Not after what I've done.” No matter how many times she was told the Necronomicon could've possessed anypony, she knew the world at large would always resent her. She had little choice but to remain in hiding.

“It wouldn't have to be directly. Perhaps behind the scenes?” Trixie winked.

“I'll think about it.” Starlight smiled at Flurry who was preening her wings. She stretched her own, both proud and ashamed of them, a reminder that she'd been the final head of the cult of the nemesis, her body altered to alicorn-status by the cauldron's unholy perversion. “Huh. That's odd.” She picked up a pear from a bowl on a table, noticing it was gray-scale.

Despite her reservations he took an experimental nibble, and spit the chunks of pear out, realizing it not only lacked scent but taste as well. While she couldn't put her hoof on why, it somehow reminded her of the Necronomicon?

Bellatrix snapped and she broke from her reverie. “Mind if my mom and I take a stroll, maybe catch up?”

“Sure. I'd like to spend some time with Flurry anyhow,” admitted Glimmer. Wasn't she partially responsible for Shining Armor's death? She'd never properly confronted Flurry. Never apologized directly for that, just generally for all the horrors she'd caused while linked to the grimoire.

No matter how many abominations she helped round up and exterminate, it wouldn't undo her past.