Beatrix Belladonna Versus the Vampiric Planet

Fireworks erupted over the city, breaking the darkness in a storm of neon colors. Bellatrix Primadonna and Trixie Lulamoon strolled out of the caravan, and wandered about, taking a moment to admire the display, which helped expose the twinkling stars above and the pale moon scarred with Luna's silhouette. “Beautiful,” the imposter mused.

“It is, isn't it?” Trixie didn't pick up on her alternate meaning, the succubus posing as her daughter taking sadistic delight from what had happened to the Princesses. “It's not like me to be so sappy, but...we fought hard to make this a reality. Especially Trixie and her lovely equal Beatrix!” She scrunched her mane playfully. “No, you might've surpassed me!

Bellatrix forced a smile. Even that admission was simply another form of boundless narcissism, Trixie convinced she was most responsible for her daughter's success. Of course, she could sense that affection was real, regardless.

They walked past crowds milling about, some stopping to stare at the unusual pair, and they paused to pose seductively for them. Eventually they made their way close enough to spot the raised stage where the band was performing, strobe lights reflecting off Vinyl, Octavia, and Lyra in the front while Fuschia and Lavender backed them up.

With a heeled boot Bellatrix kicked an empty bottle, scattered among the thrash littered about. The pounding music shook the sweaty, gyrating and cheering audience, some covered in beads and raising glowsticks. “Boring. Let's make this more exciting, shall we?” Grabbing a smoke bomb from her mother's cape, she tossed it down, vanishing in a puff of colored smoke.

“Wait!” Trixie tossed her own down and the pair materialized at the front of the stage. Vinyl and Tavi barely missed a beat, and Lyra looked bewildered before she returned to playing her harp in an odd fusion of classical and electronica.

With an evil snicker Bellatrix clicked her fingers and her leotard and cape disappeared, leaving her naked before the wildly howling onlookers. Trixie did the same, helping upstage the musicians, who rolled with their performance as they danced.

Mother-and-daughter thrashed about with wiggles of their hips, buns, and breasts, the stallions and mares entranced by these odd, exotic creatures. Brightness swathed their supple skin, as they further worked themselves into a frenzy as if possessed. After all wasn't that what witches were supposed to do? Dance naked under the moonlight, celebrating life with inhibitions?

But it was a bitter reminder Bellatrix had never lived in the traditional sense. Maybe Sombra would allow her to steal Beatrix's life forever? No, he wanted them all slain or enslaved. She felt a twinge of regret knowing this fun couldn't last.

As the current song wound down, she and Trixie celebrated by doing the splits in unison, the uproar thunderous as hooves stomped in celebration and made the area shake. They raised their arms with smug smiles in that pose and threw up their arms, their hair now a wild mess, curves dripping with perspiration. She had to admit, they made quite a team!

(You've wasted enough time,) cast Sombra. (It wouldn't do for you to grow too attached.)

“Of...of course not,” whispered Bellatrix. “Just getting in character.” Thankfully nopony could hear her with all the noise around them. She touched her chest, feeling a hole in her heart, and reminding herself that Sombra would fill it.

Deciding there was no sense in summoning back costumes that would only cling to their sweaty forms, they stood, linked hands, and took a bow before they hopped off the stage. “Whew! Trixie is pooped.” She fanned herself with her hat.

“Let's go somewhere private, get away from all this noise.” Bellatrix took her hand and led her along. They passed ponies who were lounging about on the streets, some drunk and passed out. Occasionally couples were making out and in one case shamelessly fucking like animals in an alley. She stopped to watch the crystal stallion lifting and railing his drooling mare against the bricks. “Damn, I'm horny. Hey, mom? Could you do me a teensy-weensy little favor?”

Trixie cocked an eyebrow. “Really?” It's not like they'd never fucked before, but that was first because the Smooze had taken control of them, and later to entertain an audience or distract the enemy. This somehow seemed more...intimate to her. “Sure, why not?” She'd already crossed the incest barrier a long time ago. “What, you want to do it right in the open?”

“Nah. Much as I'd appreciate an audience, I want you to be the first to witness my latest trick!” Glancing around until they found a deserted alleyway, Bellatrix sat and open her legs. “Hungry?” She used a couple digits to part her tight slit.

Trixie answered with a slow, sensuous lick of her lips. She rested her palms on what she believed were her daughter's violet thighs, swirling her tongue around the slimy cunt expanding and contracting with each heavy breath. “Mmm,” she moaned with her as goo leaked from her core. She lapped it up with greedy smacks, seeking the full release denied her earlier. Heck, Beatrix owed her! She took her pussy lips between her teeth, pulling and sucking on them with gleeful abandon.

Casting back her head, Bellatrix planted her hands atop her scalp, digging into it and pushing her deeper inside. Wet squelches sounded as spatters of sweetness erupted straight from her honeypot. It was time for another of Sombra's experiments. Beatrix was an embodiment of the Necronomicon; a portion of the book given flesh. And when she'd raped her Bellatrix had bound herself to her in an unholy ritual. Now she'd used the forbidden powers Beatrix never even realized she had!

Her horn emerged from her temple as she came, splashing all over Trixie's face and hair, thoroughly soaking her as she weaved the spell Sombra relaid into her mind. She chanted the alien words, her cunt gaping unbelievably wide, and she started to force her inside in a mock reverse birth process. “Mmmph?!” Trixie's words were lost as she wiggled her hips, her birth canal like a black hole that was sucking her in. A messy flood pooled around her, Lulamoon squirming the entire time as she was gradually sucked into her foalfactory. In turn Primadonna writhed in ecstasy, feeling her be devoured into her womb.

A pop sounded when she was completely sucked into her uterus. Trixie was wriggling in her now bloated up belly, compressed into a fetal position. But she didn't intend to kill her. She activated the second part of her spell, her core temporarily woven into a dimensional nexus. “Bon appetit, Beatrix Belladonna!” She cackled, the first of her would-be victims claimed!

Better still, she felt more 'Great and Powerful' than ever. Standing and rubbing her belly, she set off to seek out new prey.

*****

A gurgle sounded in the human Beatrix Belladonna's stomach which started to expand further, already bloated from all the cum which had been relentlessly pumped into it and oozed out when the tentacles ravishing her withdrew. She landed on the planet's surface, laying on her back and reflexively parting her gams, her foalhole widening on its own in a slimy mess.

She grit her teeth and closed her eyes as she strained. “Aaahhh,” she cried as something started to worm its way out of her stretchy vagina. Clumsily the body twisted out head first, and she watched in a mixture of wonder and horror, birthing the same woman who'd brought her into Equestria. A whine escaped Trixie, slathered in sticky snatch slime as she rolled loose.

“F-fuck,” she intoned staring at her mother lying in a ball, lying in a puddle of her feminine excretions and splooge.

Sombra's laughter boomed. (Another success. Trixie isn't very valuable, but she'll do. Now bear witness.) He looked between the human and unicorn Belladonnas, before the earth yawned open again, and tendrils dragged Trixie down into the depths. She was deposited into a chasm that it up, revealing a mass of all kinds of twisted eldritch horrors, masses of tentacles, pincers, antenna all melded into a fleshy and shelled mess. Trixie screamed, the monstrosity seeming to melt over her.

Pretty soon they were groping her from every direction, licking and pulling on her, violating her with all kinds of twisted penises, some covered in hairs, spines, barbs, others knotting her and stirring up all her sore and stretched sexholes.

She was constantly passed between the monsters, practically tearing at one-another to violate the piece of meat which had been tossed to the ravenous, almost mindless beasts. She sobbed and screamed and twisted as they violently took her.

“St-stop,” cried unicorn Beatrix who wailed. She'd beg and throw herself on his mercy if she thought it would do any good. Despair threatened to overwhelm her, knowing her imposter was out there continuing to ruin her life even now.

(Trixie is now akin to a living battery. Her continual violation will help strengthen my black magic. But she is simply the first.) All her friends would fall. But he prized the capture of Flurry Heart above all. (This entire planet is now an extension of me. After the Smooze devoured it, and escaped through portals it punctured back to Equestria, masses of its protoplasm were abandoned. Left floating in space when the planet crumbled, I've embedded the realms I control into the leftovers. At first myself and the monsters were little more than astral forms, but sucking the essence from Equestria gives them substance.)

After a time unicorn Beatrix's eyes dulled as she tuned out his villainous monologue. She'd certainly heard a few in her time, facing off with the cult of the nemesis. Were the realms still malleable by anypony's will? However, she doubted hers alone would prove anywhere sufficient, especially since he was well-versed in the Necronomicon's secrets by now, not to mention well-practiced. She looked to her human counterpart, hoping she'd be able to help, only to realize she was practically broken now.

The Smooze had been reduced to a puddle that bubbled, hardly aware at the moment. She told herself he could rebuild his form easily, given the right circumstances, but presently he appeared to be even more helpless than her.

*****

Sorting through the fruit bowl, Starlight offered an apple to her guest. She munched on one herself, seated next to the Princess on a rug decorated to resemble the cosmos on the floor. In the cozy little caravan most of the revelry outside was blocked out, but they could hear the faint sound of music, fireworks, and occasional deafening cheers from the mobs. “Hey, Flurry?”

Swallowing a mouthful of gnashed fruit, Flurry Heart smiled at her. “What's up?”

“It's about your father. Sunset Shimmer too, I suppose. Not to mention everypony in his army that sacrificed themselves to stop me.” She stared at her half-eaten meal which no longer seemed to delicious. “It's my fault for falling prey to my weakness.”

“I don't think so. It's all the Necronomicon's fault. Father never would've stopped fighting until Equestria was safe. Sunset was the closest thing I had to a mother, since I never really got to know Cadance.” She stared ahead, forlorn. “I know they'd be proud of me!” She placed a forehoof over her bosom, feeling and hearing the thump of the Crystal Heart, now embedded inside her. Sunset Shimmer had carried it for a time, a champion who'd saved Starlight before she'd been fully possessed by the tome.

“They should be proud of you. You're wonderful.” She drew her close with her forehooves and wings, hugging her. An eye trained on the gray-scale fruit. “Something weird is going on, though. And I've got to get to the bottom of it!”

“Count me in! This is my home, after all!” She wrapped the dead pear in her aura and floated it over. “Yuck!”

Starlight chuckled as her guest scrunched her nose. She was still so innocent, as her father had tried to protect her from the uglier sides of the world, and accidentally stifled her growth in the process. But in another sense she'd been forced to grow up too soon, surrounded by death and war almost from the moment she'd been thrust into this world.

By contrast Trixie had proven a good-bad mother to Beatrix, teaching her secrets of the trade, street smarts, and giving her a healthy dose of cynicism; but she'd also inherited some of her arrogance, selfishness, and thoughtlessness, albeit thankfully toned down. Not to mention her perverted side. Even so the half-sisters had instantly become close friends.

There would be time to reminisce more later. They decided to study the fruit, passing it between them, and subjecting it to a variety of simple spells that wouldn't damage it. All her instincts screamed it was like the Necronomicon, like it had come from the labyrinth of realms trapped within its infinite pages, an object that shouldn't be able to exist in Equestria.

“It's been drained of magic. Seems obvious,” noted Starlight.

“I think so, too! I've seen something similar when Beatrix and I were first mixing up potions. Like the chemicals we'd mixed up had somehow been drained of their nutrients or something! Sister dismissed it as unimportant, but-”

“Hopefully they'll be back soon. I'd like some more opinions, and there aren't too many great mages left in Equestria.” She sighed. “If only Sunset were still with us. Or Twilight. Beatrix and Trixie are probably the best we've got, aside from us.”

Flurry listened to the Crystal Heart's steady thump. “It feels like Sunset's always with me, watching over me.”

“Maybe she is. Maybe she's watching over all of us!” Starlight certainly wished to believe that. With the climax of Shining force's last campaign, they'd seen undeniable evidence of the afterlife, the ghosts of their comrades who'd been summoned down by Sunset to aid them in their hour of need. But she doubted she'd see such a miracle again, and hoped it wouldn't be necessary.

*****

There were so many potential targets. However Bellatrix wouldn't settle on any random pony. She needed to seek out and neutralize their enemies. But who to start with? She stroked her chin, considering the band. Or the advisors in the Crystal Palace. But her thoughts drifted to Canterlot Gardens, where some old 'friends' were likely still lazing about, isolated. Perfect!

Drawing a circle which cut into reality, she walked through the shimmery nexus, and reappeared in the overgrown ruins of Canterlot Gardens. The black-and-white portion of the sky lied still, and it had slowly spread, the owls about avoiding it. Crickets chirped as she approached the fountain, where Tree Hugger sat on the edge smoking a hookah. “Hey, what's up?”

“Just in the area,” said Bellatrix who grinned at the hippie who's eyes were bloodshot. “I like to go where I please.”

“That's cool. It's a nice night, you know? Like, I could be celebrating at the Crystal Empire...” She waved a forehoof lazily up at the stars and the moon. “But I'd rather chill here with a few close friends. Rarity and Pinkie are still helping Suri settle in.”

“That's understandable.” She studied a few stray animals collected around Hugs. She'd deciding to target this bunch partially because they were isolated, not to mention they'd helped foil her master, but all these critters this mare had inherited from Fluttershy could be a problem. Would they alert somepony? They made her skin crawl, watching her as if the creatures sensed she was somehow off from the Beatrix they knew. “Want to take a stroll with me, maybe smoke a blunt?”

“Groovy. You stay here, okay?” She patted a wolf near her. It padded over to Bellatrix, sniffing the air, and suddenly bared its fangs, snapping and drooling as its fur stood on end, preparing to lunge at her throat. “Hey, what's gotten into you? Cool it!”

Reflexively taking a step back, Bellatrix had a mere moment to debate whether to weave a simple spell to stun it, before Tree Hugger suddenly pounced between them. She gazed at the beast with her face twisted in a rare stern expression, doing her best to apply the Stare as Flutters had taught her. “Heel!” Despite not being nearly as skilled after years of practice, he settled onto his haunches, his growls fading. After an extensive staredown he turned and strutted away, still watching the imposter.

Dreadlocks were tossed about as Hugs shook her head. “I swear, I'm not sure what's gotten into him? Don't be jealous, little guy. Momma'll be back soon.” She picked up a heavy satchel and strolled alongside Bellatrix onto a path which led into the wilderness. “I have to admit, though, maybe it's just because I'm baked, but your vibes seem a little off tonight?” She sniffed the air. “Uh, not to get too personal, but are you on your period? Maybe that's what's got him riled up.”

“Yeah, that's it.” Bellatrix giggled, thickets rustling as they wandered deeper into the untamed wilds. “It's weird, being trapped somewhere between a woman and a mare. Sometimes, I don't even know who I am!”

“Sounds totally bogus. I could help, if you like?” She reached a hoof to take her hand but Primadonna snatched it away. “Oh, sorry. Didn't mean to pry, you know? It's just in my nature to help out a friend whenever I can. Good for one's karma, too.”

“Mm-hm.” Bellatrix found her more tedious by the moment. Next she'd probably start casually preaching about health benefits, protecting the environment, and other pointless nonsense. She made certain they walked some distance, luring her far from any outside interference, but unfortunately there were still random animals scattered about everywhere.

Reaching a clearing, she summoned a spark on her fingertip, lighting up a blunt and taking a drag. Her lungs burned a little and she breathed out smoke. “Not bad,” admitted Bellatrix. The pair sat in the lotus position across from each other, smoking. “Want to share?” The hippie nodded slowly, spacing out and humming as she gently rocked on her plush bottom.

Wiggling her fingers when Hugs was distracted, Bellatrix worked a subtle spell, making the drugs more potent. It was innocent enough on the surface, even if she were caught. “Righteous,” mumbled an already sleepy Hugs who took another drag. She woozily toppled onto her back, straining to keep her half-lidded eyes open, staring above. “I can, like, see the universe.”

With a click Bellatrix made her leotard disappear. She crawled atop her high 'friend' and grinned. “You, like, gonna seduce me?” She squirmed below her in anticipation, so fried at the moment she'd be up for almost anything.

“Something like that.” Primadonna turned and lowered her plump rump down onto Tree's face. Hugs stared up at her wet slit and puckered asshole, the soft buttcheeks spreading over her snout when she sat down, enveloping her.

“Mmph,” moaned Tree who tasted droplets of her sweetness drip into her mouth and stain her fur. “Umph?!” Her vaginal canal was suddenly spreading around her head, swallowing it and sucking her in. Shew wiggled and tried to slip free, smacked the side of Bellatrix's hip, who simply laughed and gradually dragged her contorting body into her bloating womb as she worked her spell. Within moments she was rolled up into a ball, slathered in cunt juice while trapped in her uterus.

Transporting her latest acquisition to the vampire planet, the witch set off back to Canterlot Gardens...

*****

Rarity cooed, laying flat on her barrel across a spread blanket out in the open. The oil rubbed into her pristine coat glistened under the faint glow of moonlight, a series of hooves patting her curves down and massaging them. She was reminded of when Coco and Sassy had done the same for her, and that blissful smile curled into a frown. She drew out a sigh.

Something wrong?” Pinkie Pie paused and tilted her head to one side.

“No darling, simply reminiscing.” Thanks to Sombra's machinations she'd been able to see Coco Pommel, Sassy Saddles, and Spike one last time; or at least a form of them, constructs he'd created in the Necronomicon to manipulate the adventurers. But they and the false Shining Armor had achieved awareness thanks to their interference, and sacrificed themselves to save them.

At least they'd been able to save Suri Polomare from her imprisonment inside the book and been able to offer her a second chance. “Don't fret now, m'kay?” Suri continued to playfully roll Rarity's shapely buttocks in circles.

Rarity arced her back in appreciation, swishing her tail and twitching her ear. “A little lower.”

“You naughty minx!” Pinkie giggled and snorted. She slid a forehoof over her friend-turned-lover's pastel pink slit.

“How do you like it here, Suri?” Rarity looked sideways at her.

“It's nice. I mean, it's not like I could go anywhere else, not after what I did.” A faraway look was in Suri's eyes while she kneaded her buttocks. She was shaking a little, remembering the breeding camp she'd run, the screams of her fellow mares. Out of sheer terror she'd sold out to protect herself, then deluded herself with justifications once she ended up stuck in her position.

Pinkie felt a similar sense of shame. When she'd lost her mind and been dubbed 'Pinkamena', she'd been a crazy force to be reckoned with, torturing and slaughtering the cult and its allies with hysterical glee. She'd impaled Suri with a blade shoved from cunt-to-throat, ending her to save Rarity. She'd never expected that Suri, like so many other lost souls including monsters, would have her soul swallowed up by the Necronomicon in attempt to further empower itself through the malevolence within.

We've all messed up. But so long as we're still alive, we can fix it!” Bouncing on her bottom, she beamed wide, always trying to see the bright side of everything even after all she'd lost. “Say, think we should meet back up with Tree Hugger?”

“No need.” A crunch sounded when Bellatrix approached, twigs snapping under a heel. “She decided to turn in early. Well, to be more accurate I think she smoked a bit too much!” She raised a hand to her mouth and laughed rather boisterously.

“Typical.” Rarity made a small smile. “So nice of you to join us, dear. Is Trixie here, too?”

“Afraid not. Mom's spending some time with Glim-Glam.” She winked. “Speaking of which, would any of you like to take a stroll with me? Pinkie?” She singled the party pony out, convinced she was by far the most dangerous. Rarity wasn't too much of a fighter, Suri even less so, and with each mare claimed by her womb she felt stronger than ever.

“Sure!” Pinkie hopped up. “Why don't we all go? It'll be so much fun!”

That would certainly put her plans at risk. “Actually, I was thinking-” She yelped and jumped when something suddenly bit her on the butt. Yanking away from the growling wolf which snapped at her, she was suddenly beset by a swarm of birds which sprang from the treetops, crying out while they dove at her, pecking, clawing, and angrily dropping white dung all over her.

“Help,” she screamed trying to stay in-character as she flailed her arms, tossing down a smoke bomb from her cape and teleporting a short distance away. Covered in scratches and teary-eyed, she stumbled into a tree, knocking so hard into the trunk she jostled a beehive. The swarm angrily buzzed to life, forming a cloud as they started to sting her all over.

“Stop this at once,” called Rarity who gently enveloped the insects in her aura and pulled them away in small clumps.

Suri's eyes went wide. “What the-” She saw flashes of something else in Bellatrix's place, a nude humanoid figure, with crimson naked curves, small horns, and a spaded tail, leather wings clinging to her slender back. “A succubus?!”

“Damn!” Bellatrix's glamour fell away as she was forced to take her original shape as they saw through her guise. Silken ebony hair trailed behind her, eyes slit-like and golden, her fangs bared when she curled her pouty lips and extended claw-like nails.

The time for subterfuge was over, at least for now. (Capture them,) commanded Sombra. (Slay them if you must.) With a demonic grin the abomination attached to her uterus stirred, and she posed with thighs parted, writhing tentacles exploding forth from her gaped lady swamp. Pinkie weaved away from the coil, and Rarity barely raised an invisible barrier in time which deflected the rubbery appendage, but the unfortunate Suri was snapped up with ease.

A curved white sword etched in runes was suddenly in Pinkie's forehooves, an enchanted weapon crafted by Rarity, and she spun about, flying through the air like a whirling dervish as she chopped up the limbs. Bellatrix shrieked as they were cut, the stumps thrashing and squirting clear fluids which reeked. The severed pieces likewise thrashed about in the grass.

With a trembling hoof Suri grabbed the sheathed knife the fashionista had given her, which she kept hidden in her mane at all times, still paranoid when it came to this deadly new world. When she neared the succubus she stabbed the alabaster knife into her midsection. Primadonna bellowed and gushed blood mixed with amniotic fluids all over her captive, the blade white-hot as the runes etched into its surface radiated with the holy power Rarity had enchanted into it. “Damned cunt!”

Her blood boiled to the point where Bellatrix almost slaughtered her outright. But no, she needed to suffer horribly! She triple-penetrated the bitch, violently spreading her orifices. “Suri,” cried Rarity who was sweating and straining, her horn aglow as she pulled up a small dome-shaped barrier around her to fend off more would-be invaders.

“I'm coming!” Continuing to swirl about, Pinkie's shining saber chopped up more tendrils, yet like a hydra more erupted from the devil's folds. They leaked obscenely down Bellatrix's thighs, as she drew in Suri, swallowing her up with a lewd squelch.

“I'm...weakening,” admitted Rarity who'd never developed her offensive or defensive magic much, instead concentrating on spells that would support her loved ones. She hated fighting almost as much as Tree Hugger, wishing to put it all behind her.

Pinkie snarled and redoubled her efforts, almost grabbed by a stray appendage. No!” She watched the shield burst like glass.

“R-run. Warn...others...” Rarity's forehooves dug into the dirt, pulling up clumps as she was dragged back.

For a moment Pinkie was indecisive, brimming with tears. “I'll get help!” She reluctantly turned and fled.

(Kill her by any means,) demanded Sombra as Rarity was eaten by the vagina dentata. Bellatrix had already transported Suri away, and a fist flared with crackling black energy as she called upon the dark arts, hurling a smoking, screaming sphere twisted with grotesque faces at the fleeing mare. A deafening boom sounded, leaving a burning, ashen crater.

She cursed seeing the pink blip vanish into the night. Quickly working the mojo to banish Rarity as well back to the vampiric planet, she unfurled her wings and rose skywards, taking rapid flight and scanning the thick forests below for her prey.

She desperately searched for well over an hour. She considered teleporting ahead to cut her off, thinking she could murder her on the path, but she could be anywhere by now. No, better to simply head back to the Crystal Empire, finish what business she could while there was still time. Her master didn't take failure well, but if she succeeded maybe she'd win back his favor...

*****

A whimper escaped human Beatrix when she deposited the latest acquisitions. Her insides churned, fluids pooling from her canal, as she first birthed out Suri who was quickly swallowed up like so much garbage and left to be violated alongside Trixie and the also buried Tree Hugger. The process repeated with Rarity, Sombra watching with smoky eyes as his latest revenge scheme played out. Already, he'd captured nearly half of Shining Armor's surviving companions.

It hardly satisfied. With his servant's efforts he'd become far more potent, and he decided to test the most extreme spell he'd uncovered inside the Necronomicon so far, convinced with time and effort he'd master its secrets where even Starlight failed.

The jagged vermillion horn on his dome flared. He constructed a claw-like hand, so titanic it was like a sizable hill, obsidian with gnarled crimson claws. It raised skyward before the awed human and unicorn forms of Beatrix, ripping open a hole in reality above, where a stream of pure white light spewed forth. It reached into Heaven itself and plucked out its prizes.

The twin maids struggled between its digits, the entryway closing behind them. Their shapely physiques were a myriad of shifting hues, gemstone-like, their manes in bobcuts. Dressed in their prim uniforms complete with head dresses, their cutie marks were visible whenever their skirts swished about, a pair of female symbols linked together in opposite places upon each sister. The crystal ponies had polygonal eyes, earth mares differentiated by the plumper hips and rump of one, the larger breasts of the other. A curse escaped Sombra as his creation fizzled out as he weakened, dropping the duo on the surface.

(Damnation.) He cursed, the spell robbing much of the vigor he'd newly acquired, mostly due to slicing a hole between realities into the afterlife. (I hoped to obtain Shining Armor and Cadance directly, or at least somepony closer to them, but all I managed was this trash. Mere servants in the employ of the Princess of Love.) He snorted and exposed his razor-like teeth.

“Foal-Bearer?” Belladonna recognized the second leader of the nemesis cult, alias Mother, who'd lost her grip on sanity after her twin's loss and her own death, only to return as a revenant and scheme her way to the top. She'd released the Smooze from the ocean, finally dying at Fleur de Lis' spear, yet had found redemption upon death as she accepted the weight of her sins.

“And you must be Wet Nurse.” They'd never met, but the prismatic maid had befriended Starlight Glimmer after breaking free of the first cult leader's conditioning, and had died aiding Shining's force, remembered by a few as a heroine.

“What happened?” Wet Nurse's eyes darted about. “We were at peace, then-”

“It's him.” Foal-Bearer reflexively stepped back, a primal fear instilled in the crystal ponies who'd endured his reign. And while they were little more than foals at the time, having been taken from an orphanage when the Crystal Empire was reclaimed, that existential sense of dread impacted them while they were in his presence even now. “King Sombra.”

“I-impossible! He's dead! Many times over!” Wet Nurse hugged her sister for support.

Foal-Bearer shook her head and returned her embrace, sharing her warmth. “Death is hardly an obstacle for the profane.”

“Wha-what should we do?” Wet Nurse struggled not to loose her bladder, the siblings marked by their unique talent, able to share one-another's pleasure and pain. A talent they'd discovered as foals, making their parents condemn them as profane, and abandoning them. It was simply the kindness of Cadance which rescued them from a no doubt harsh life.

Foal-Bearer stared into the pit where those captured were entombed. “I'm not sure we can do anything.”

A menagerie of monstrosities were fused below, wrapping around the trapped Trixie, Tree Hugger, Suri, and Rarity, ravaging them with their alien physiology. Pincers tugged upon nipples and clits, antennas brushed over mounds and buttocks, suckers pumped around them. Not to mention a variety of penises infiltrating them, some knotted, spiny, bloated, fuzzy, or worm-like. Exploited by the abominations in Sombra's latest dark ritual, they further invigorated him.

“It's all my fault,” whispered human Beatrix who stared at her reflection in a semen puddle and sobbed into it. “If only I hadn't ventured into the Necronomicon, none of this would've happened. I just wanted to be special...”

“Get a hold of yourself,” called unicorn Beatrix. “We can't give up, not now! This realm is still malleable!” She shouted loud as she could, the words echoing down the hole. “Right now Sombra's will is stronger, but maybe if we all-” But his eyes flared across her face, hypnotic in nature, twisting her heart and making it churn with doubts and guilt and shame.

Maybe I was just born bad. Maybe I shouldn't exist. I'm a shame to my parents. I should end it all.

Such dark thoughts looped in both Beatrix's minds, self-perpetuating, no matter how valiantly she struggled to resist them. She looked upon the steaming, bubbling puddle of the Smooze, who could no longer respond to her. Right now her own safety seemed unimportant. She needed to find some way to annihilate the Necronomicon, even if it meant terminating herself too.