Beatrix Belladonna Versus the Vampiric Planet

A dizziness threatened to overwhelm Flurry Heart, who was sailing high above the Crystal Empire alongside Starlight Glimmer, fireworks screaming in colorful explosions below them. She beat her wings as needed, dipping several times, her head feeling like it was about to split. It was like somepony was trying to telepathically communicate with her.

“You okay?” Glimmer looked upon her with concern, ready to catch her should she fall.

“Think so, but I'll need to land.” They touched down on the highest building they could find close by. Her maw fell open and her eyes suddenly went completely white. A series of images rapidly flashed through her mind. Fragments that were hard to parse, no matter how hard she concentrated. She couldn't see or hear her pal shaking and calling to her.

She saw the Horses of the Apocalypse; Death, War, Pestilence, Famine, and the final addition Conquest. But they were all dead! However their hosts had taken new forms, ones she couldn't quite make out, as they rained destruction across Equestria.

It was like the fall of the Crystal Empire all over again, when Spike had been captured by the nemesis cult and converted into a three-headed monstrosity, heading a group of treacherous dragons as he nuked her mother and their citizens...

Another flash and she the chamber beneath the Crystal Palace where the Necronomicon was housed. Somepony was headed towards it. Her half-sister Beatrix Belladonna? But there was a malevolent smirk on her face, a dark glint in her eyes.

The witch started to undo the magical barriers that entombed the tome. Had she somehow been enchanted by the Necronomicon's seductive pull, despite the Smooze's ability to neutralize its pull? “Sister, don't do it!”

Suddenly Flurry was in a study, where candle wax melted under a small flame. A much younger Sombra was turning the pages of a book he'd pulled from a large stack. He was seated at a desk, hunched over in his chair, shadows cast over his strained face. “No. It's not enough.” He glanced at his notes, written in ink from a quill he'd dipped into a small bottle. His scarlet cape trimmed in white was tossed over the back of his seat, his crown laid upon the tabletop.

Flurry sucked in a breath, but he didn't seem to notice her. He was youthful as her, perhaps even more-so. For a moment she debated between fleeing out the door, but curiosity made her pause, the burning candle reflecting light off her.

“These spells take too much time. To support my Empire I'll need something better. Celestia and Luna are mistaken. There's no such thing as 'evil' magic. It simply depends on how one chooses to use it.” He dusted off a forbidden tome written in foreign runes. “I doubt the Necronomicon is even real, so I suppose these will have to do. In some places a pony would be imprisoned or even executed simply for reading, let-alone owning them. But I suppose we still live in barbaric times.”

He fitted his crown, and tossed on his cape, which swished behind him when he turned and headed out with his head held high. While he might have looked arrogant, she knew a ruler needed to look dignified at all times. Diamond Tiara and Blueblood were always reminding her that she needed to act more like a Queen, rather than so carefree all the time!

She joined him when he made his way out, smiling at the butlers, maids, and guards he passed, the Crystal Ponies bowing and waving at their beloved leader. She walked alongside him unnoticed by anypony, hooves clopping on the reflective crystalline surfaces that made up the gleaming corridors where torches were set upon sconces.

Eventually the pair arrived upon a balcony where her parents would later stand. Or once stood. Time-travel was so confusing! Well, she reminded herself this was more of a bizarre dream, shaking her head. They looked upon a more primitive Crystal Empire, her awe matching his pride, snowflakes drifting while he overlooked his hard-working citizens.

“I will make the Crystal Empire greater than any country in Equestria. No matter what it takes. No pony will go hungry. None without shelter or health. And the dark arts will make it all possible...” He smiled at the tome tucked under one foreleg.

“Don't do it,” she whispered with a cold tear running down her cheek. But he couldn't hear her. And even if she could somehow change the past, would it be for the best? Would those she loved like Beatrix be born then? Would she herself...?

It was a reminder he'd once been young and innocent, too. Would she someday become a tyrant due to some misguided...? No! She'd make Shining Armor and Cadance proud, she knew she would!

When Flurry snapped back to reality she was sobbing and screaming. “Whoa,” called Glimmer who held her in her forehooves and wings. “It's okay!” She stroked her mane, slowly claiming her. “What happened?”

“Just all these strange visions! What could it all mean? A warning?” She relayed what she'd seen the best she could, and Starlight nodded attentively, taking it all in. “Do you think Sombra's behind all this?”

“That seems reasonable, given what you saw. Not sure where those visions came from, but we'll worry about that later. We'd better hurry to your home, make certain the Necronomicon's safe. You able to fly?” Flurry nodded, and they kicked off the roof, hurrying back to the Crystal Palace. If Beatrix had gone rogue for whatever reason, they needed to stop her!

*****

Bellatrix Primadonna landed on the balcony. Her glamour would still be effective on those who didn't know the truth, and so she used a simple spell to disable the enchantment that locked the doors at night, letting herself into the Queen's room. She walked on air, fearing her heels would echo in the quiet palace, most of the staff dismissed to enjoy the celebrations.

However a skeleton crew had no doubt volunteered to look after things. Removing a diary hidden under the bed, and easily cracking the seal with a crude spell, she rifled through it. “Tsk, tsk. She's practically still a foal!” There were poorly drawn pictures of Flurry's parents in the margins, along with all kinds of sappy memories of her days. Tossing the book over her shoulder into a waste basket with a thunk, she unlocked the door and headed out into the gloomy halls.

But the succubus easily adjusted her eyes to the darkness, feeling at home within it. She had to admit hanging around Equestria, indulging in its idle pleasures was pretty fun, almost soothing. Nonetheless, she'd never achieve fulfillment until she was one with her master, and she placed a hand over her heart, scheming up all the ways she could win his favor.

Slinking through a maze of corridors, she came upon a lit room, and peered inside. Diamond Tiara and Princess Blueblood were seated across from each other, drinking bubbling wines from fancy cups. “Don't overdo it now,” teased Tiara.

Blueblood hiccuped, her snout masked in pink and her eyes heavy. “J-just leave me be!”

“Don't worry!” Diamond winked. “I'll make the next sweep of the place! Not that anypony would be stupid enough to attack the Crystal Empire now...right?” Her face fell a bit, staring into her drink. “A shame Silver Spoon and Babs Seed can't celebrate with us...” She looked back at her Cutie Mark Crusaders cape tossed over her chair, a reminder she was the last standing.

“Tut, tut.” Blueblood raised her nose. “It's thanks to sacrifices of ponies like them that...that...” She swayed dizzily, trying to focus while she swayed in her seat. “Eh?” She spotted a shadow and Bellatrix stepped back.

Diamond patted her forehoof. “Stay here, I'll check it out!” She swept her cape into place, her head framed by a silver tiara which glittered under the candlelight. She lit her horn and ignited a lamp, carrying it by her maw while she headed out.

Retreating to the shadows, Bellatrix was little more than a crawling silhouette while she shadowed her. Soft clops sounded while Tiara surveyed the uppermost levels. Wherever the light pierced the bleakness, she saw her visage reflected in the crystalline columns, and took a moment to fluff her mane as she admired herself. She hummed, bouncing a lock in a forehoof.

“Look out!” Pinkie sprang from seemingly nowhere, brandishing a saber that flashed white.

Before the strike connected Diamond Tiara was swept up, the lantern rolling from her grasp. Gasping as the bladetip stopped short of her heart, a clawed hand tightened around her throat, lifting her up. “Naughty, naughty!”

“Beatrix?! What in Tartarus is-” But when she looked back at the anthro unicorn she was all wrong. Primadonna's glamour started to wear off in Pie's presence, somewhere between her disguise and her true demonic self, shifting and blending together.

“It's an imposter!” Pinkie readied herself for another strike, stopping when clawtips sliced into Tiara's throat, drawing red.

“Nuh-uh-uh! You don't want her to end up like dear Silver Spoon did, do you?” She cackled, drawing a mock line across Tiara's neck. “Take me to the Necronomicon. Unless you want this little rich bitch to see if she can buy her way into Heaven!”

“Tch!” Pinkie snarled, circling near the succubus while she backed up, hostage in tow. At moments like these she almost wished she was still Pinkamena, who'd no doubt rip this demon a new asshole and save Diamond Tiara in the process.

Silent tears dribbled down Diamond's cheeks. “D-do what you have to! We can't let anypony have that book, no matter what!”

Bellatrix laughed heartily. “How noble! But it doesn't become a selfish brat like you! Now...” With her free hand, she traced between her captive's inner thighs, running over her vulva and pinching her clit. “Oh my, what's this?” Slickness started to lubricate Tiara's legs when she wormed a few digits into her sex. “Don't tell me you're enjoying this?”

“Just a physical reaction,” blanched Diamond who tensed while her canal was explored. “Haven't gotten laid in sometime, I'll admit! Hey,” she cried as the moist tentacles that slithered out of Bellatrix's twat started to encircle her.

Hooves sounded when Blueblood dashed their way, drunkenly stumbling about. “I came as soon as...oh my!” She almost skidded out when she slid to a stop, screeches sounding as her slide scuffed up the crystal floors. The imposter had taken a demonic aspect to her that belied the witch, horns, claws, and fangs visible, her eyes a deep crimson.

Schlicks sounded as fingers worked over a wiggling Tiara, her limbs splayed open as tendrils drew them apart. She panted with open shame that burned her face, forming a puddle beneath her as a spaded tail suddenly poked at her anus. “Eek,” she cried once it spread her bowls, fishing inside her. Pinkie continued to seek an opening, twirling the sword in her forehoof.

“What about you?” Bellatrix studied the newcomer. “Will you lead me to the Necronomicon, or let her perish?”

“Don't do it,” warned Tiara who glared with all the fury she could muster in her hapless state.

Primadonna twisted her clit so hard she shrieked. “Better hurry, or I'll rip this off and feed it to her!”

Overwhelmed by indecision, Blueblood hesitated still, trying to block out Tiara's cries while her captor continued to violate her. “F-fine! It's buried in the secret chambers Sombra used to keep under the Crystal Palace! It's not like you can just waltz through all those barriers anyhow, right?!” She breathed a sigh of relief, hoping the monster would simply head on.

Instead Bellatrix laughed, and dragged Tiara into her spread thighs, the tentacles helping suck her in. Coiled into a ball, the unicorn vanished into her warm uterus, where the second half of her spell was activated, sending her acquisition away. Pinkie was already busy slashing apart a sea of coils, splashing the air with liquids, while the succubus hovered backwards in retreat.

“Blast it,” yelled Pinkie when the freshly invigorated devil used a newfound spell to slip through the floor with ease. “We'll never beat her there now! And if she does manage to get a hold of the Necronomicon, Equestria's pretty much doomed!”

“I-I'm sorry, but I couldn't-”

Pinkie wiped her tears. “Aw, it's okay! We'll think of something.” She sheathed the sword in her curls, and the blade vanished to seemingly nowhere until needed again. “Let's find the others, and get Shining's force back together!”

“Wait for me!” Blueblood whined while she strained to keep pace with the bouncy mare.

In the meantime Bellatrix continued her descent through the floors. Would she be strong enough to undo the complicated barriers set up around the tome? Could she find a way to bypass it like the mare she impersonated did? It seemed so obvious. Why hadn't her master told her before? Surely he must have considered the possibility?

(What are you doing?) His voice rang in her head. (I haven't authorized this.)

“Taking initiative!” She sailed down into the pit, where a spiral staircase hewn from cool stone awaited, the hidden torture chambers he'd once constructed now converted into a treasury. “No worries, I'll bring it right to you!”

(Don't be a fool. You don't have the Smooze to protect you from the grimoire, unlike Beatrix!)

“You worry too much, master! I'd never betray you!” She impulsively continued her quest to seek out the tome, convinced it was all of her own free will, already seduced by the faint pull of the book when she neared the chambers it was imprisoned in.

She'd enjoyed most of her time in Equestria. It offered her a sense of independence she shouldn't crave, one which he'd tried to completely crush in the once aimless demon, and some part of her almost thought it would be fun to befriend her enemies for a while. To toy with them some more even while she relished their company. But she reminded herself she had a mission to complete! She landed at the bottom, touching down with a soft patter which echoed around her.

“Now,” yelled a mare. A horn's light pierced the darkness, casting Starlight Glimmer in shadows. The succubus attempted a hasty retreat, only to realize Flurry Heart had teleported behind her, helping work a combined spell. She tried to slip into an astral state with her newfound ability, only to crash into an invisible barrier the pair were weaving.

Growling in frustration, she beat her fists upon the surface which momentarily appeared with each strike, a magic dome which shimmered with their colors. “Damn you!” By now her disguise had fallen away almost completely, and her hands flared with pools of blackness, resembling the same dark arts Sombra called upon. She projected screeching beams of energy, which struck the bubble, bounced off it, and careened back at such rapid speeds she barely evaded the deflection in time.

Again-and-again the laser-like spell pinged about, growing smaller each time as she continued to desperately dance about. She screamed when it finally struck home, lacerating her breast which cooked and sizzled. She collapsed to her knees, huffing and snarling and crying, yellow eyes venomously darting about at those who surrounded her.

“Not used to pain, huh?” Starlight stared her down. “Or being helpless, either!”

Their horns resonated with a mild buzz in unison while Flurry edged closer. “What did you do with Beatrix?!”

“I imagine she's being raped to death by Sombra about now!” She laughed, and the Queen's eyes watered, her snout twisting with a rage unlike any Starlight could ever recall her displaying. “Probably a bunch of your other friends, too! Trixie, Tree-”

Flurry slammed down a hoof. “They'd all better still be alive!”

A snicker escaped her at the Queen's impotent rage. “Or what, little one?”

“Or I'll...I'll...” A surge of magic flooded through Flurry, taking control of Starlight's contribution, as she started to compress the transparent sphere. Within moments the succubus was being compressed into a shrinking space, eyes widening when she was driven into a fetal position. She started wailing like a banshee, the crack of a few bones sounding as she was crushed.

“Flurry, stop!” But if Starlight's words penetrated she chose to ignore them. She tried to take control of the spell, but the alicorn surpassed even her in raw power, lacking in only her skill from experience. “Your parents wouldn't want this!”

Flurry paused. The bubble started to expand outward again, the prisoner lying in a crumpled heap, while the Queen bawled. Covering her face with both forehooves, she nonetheless continued to enact the spell so their quarry couldn't escape.

“It's okay.” Starlight wanted to fly over and hug the Queen, but instead kept a careful eye on the demon, all too aware what could happen were the Necronomicon loosed on Equestria. “You're going to take us to Sombra, whoever you are!”

“Bellatrix Primadonna,” she announced with a mock bow.

Starlight quirked her brow. “What kind of name is that? Some sort of mockery of Beatrix Belladonna's name?” She shook her head. “Never mind that. Where exactly are our friends?”

“Mmm, you know that parallel world with humans? The one devoured by the Smooze? A leak in the Necronomicon has allowed my master to take the congealed remains of the Smooze he left behind and give the lairs contained within the Necronomicon he controls substance. But in order to do so, the planet has become like a vampire, sucking the essence from Equestria!”

“So it feeds on magic.” Starlight stroked her chin, intrigued. “Can you take us there?”

“Not while I'm trapped in this field,” admitted Bellatrix who found that her magic was unable to leave the enclosed area. “And besides, why should I? I'd never betray my master. Without him, I'd just be another wandering, almost mindless beast!” Once it would have been enough to invade dreams and feed on the sexual energies of the ignorant. But now she hungered for more!

“And that's what you'll be again once he's done with you. If you're lucky.” Starlight pursed her lips.

“My master would never do that!” Yet doubts swelled in her heart. She'd disobeyed him, and worse, failed him in the process. What if he was so powerful now she was no longer necessary? She called to him in her head, but if he was listening he refused to answer. Defeated, she rested on her hands and knees, barely listening while Glimmer interrogated her further.

*****

For what felt like hours the unicorn Beatrix Belladonna had watched the bubbling remnants of the Smooze melt away into the fleshy earth itself. He can't die...can he? She tried not to concentrate on the worst possible scenario. He'd find a way to constitute himself and get them out of this mess...somehow. And it was when she felt a familiar warmth slide into her marehood.

It was merely a tiny portion that filled her womb. (I am...still quite weak. Especially since I divided myself many times over.)

She worried that Sombra would listen in, but he was busy being tended to by the crystal pony twins, his mass fused with that throne of skin and bone, while the sisters kissed, licked, and suckled upon his dripping stallionhood. They had removed their panties like he'd ordered, docks raising their tails and hiking up skirts which left their hindquarters exposed like they were presenting themselves, bent low before the sorcerer-king who roughly squeezed their manes and guided their bobbing heads.

Sometimes he'd choke them upon his cock until their ceramic-like coats discolored. Able to share one-another's pleasures and pains, they'd both pass out at the same time, only for him to repeatedly dickslap them back awake. His seed smeared across their faces and between their sleepy eyes, the brutal recipients of a denied vengeance. He'd desperately wanted to pull Shining Armor and Cadance themselves down from Heaven, and had to settle for what could have been any random citizens in his old Empire.

(You have the right idea. Our combined will may be able to overwhelm Sombra's, at least temporarily. But in order to do so I must be rather invasive and fill them. I cannot risk going into their stomachs; I may take on the composition of their stomach acid and burn a hole right through them. I only hope they can forgive me, given the circumstances.)

Do it. If they're mad at you after we're out of here, well...I'll tell them it was my idea!

Small slivers of the blob slipped between cracks in the surface, careful not to alert Sombra, slinking towards those entombed in the bleak pit below. Another pair wormed towards Foal-Bearer and Wet Nurse, while a chunk had already wormed into Beatrix's human counterpart. Soon he filled all their uteri, allowing them to telepathically commune.

But would they still be lucid enough to understand? She prayed their psyches hadn't been shattered by what they'd endured.

A warmth filled the cores of Trixie, Tree Hugger, Rarity, Suri, and the twins, their minds temporarily united with both Belladonnas by the Smooze. (Focus! Resist Sombra's will! Show him that together no individual may stand for long!)

For a moment doubt crept into unicorn Beatrix's thoughts. But one-after-another, she felt the pull of once disparate wills flowing into a soon harmonious whole. The twins worked Sombra faster, distracting him while they sucked and pulled on his veiny meat, and he unloaded onto their faces and into their mouths, for a split-second losing almost all control.

Knowing a better opportunity would never arise, the crystal ponies acted as one, sinking cum-stained teeth into his cockflesh. He screamed when they ripped apart skin, spattering their faces in flecks of blood. The eldritch abominations imprisoning those below squirmed, and both versions of Beatrix leapt into action, horns flaring as they worked an array of magical beams that fried the monstrosities and forced them apart. Flesh charred and smoked, the witchcraft in their current state more painful than actually deadly, but it had the intended effect of forcing the creatures apart and allowing them to free the captives.

Sombra writhed and roared. Overcome with fury, he failed to notice Beatrix drawing a circle in the air which allowed her to create a bridge back to Equestria, his smoldering eyes locked upon the crystal ponies who once again stood defiant before him. They trembled but held forehooves and refused to back down, despite knowing they were helpless before his onslaught.

“I-I love you, sister.” Wet Nurse sniffled and shook.

Foal-Bearer stroked her mane with a sad smile. “Me, too.” After all, they were practically psychically linked since they'd discovered their cutie marks. Maybe she deserved this, after all her sins. But why did her sibling have to suffer too?

He summoned another clawed fist like the one that had pierced the heavens, this one smaller but no less deadly, as it bared down on them. They embraced one-another closer, seeing the human Beatrix from the corner of their eyes, the witch struck by indecision about whether to stage an attempted rescued. But they mouthed no as one, willing her to ferry her friends away, to not let their sacrifice be in vain. They'd done everything together; it was fitting they died together.

Gnarled claws stabbed up into the twins from their canals, impaling them as the nails exited their maws. Blood leaked from their lips, their eyes turning glassy as the life dulled from them, and he siphoned out the essence of their souls to sate himself. Their bodies went slack. Too late he realized his error.

(No!) Seeing that nearly all of them had slipped through the slice between worlds, he launched the fist at them. Trixie and both Belladonnas were the last ones there, herding the others out while maintaining the nexus. A giant finger stabbed forward. Human Beatrix pushed her comrades in, twisting as a nail skewered her old wound and punctured out the other side in a fresh spray of blood. She pirouetted almost gracefully, tumbling after them, the portal closing behind her once she fell in.

*****

Fireworks erupted mixed with the sounds of cheers. But when unicorn Beatrix emerged her heart ached, sitting next to her crying mother as the pair caught her fallen humanized half. Gathered around them were those they'd managed to save; Tree Hugger, who removed her bandana and squeezed it in her forehooves with her snout bowed. Similarly, Diamond Tiara held her crown, her scarlet cape tattered, while Rarity tightened her grip on the Fire Ruby hung upon her necklace.

Suri Polomare sucked on her lower lip. “Anything we can do?”

“Don't think so,” admitted unicorn Beatrix whose warm tears continued to splatter her double's face while she and her mother held her. The Smooze had slithered over her wounds to stop the bleeding, but could do little for her internal injuries.

(If only I could alter my composition to replicate Sunburst's healing elixir.) Yet the formula made from rare and almost extinct ingredients proved too complicated for him to duplicate despite numerous tries. He tried fusing back with her, hoping to speed her body's natural healing processes to overdrive, but discovered he remained far too weak to enact his gamble.

“It's okay,” murmured unicorn Beatrix. “I know you tried your best.”

Silence descended over the group for a moment, broken by occasional jeers and more colored explosions.

Human Beatrix strained to keep her half-lidded eyes open. “The twins...?” Her double shook her head. “Damn. Guess their souls were probably destroyed...” She tried to imagine what oblivion was like, wondered if she'd soon join them. She was a product of the Necronomicon after all, wasn't she? Would she end up in Tartarus? Or simply cease to exist? “Tee-hee...”

Trixie shook her delirious daughter a couple of times. “Hang on! Trixie'll make it all better!” But even as she spoke the body slackened in her arms, a soft sigh escaping this half of Belladonna while she breathed her last. She bawled her eyes out, soon finding her arms holding air, as the corpse was enveloped by a flash of light and transformed into a small piece of jewelry.

It landed with a clink on the streets. “What's this?” Beatrix scooped up the eye-like gemstone set in metal. It resonated with her, and she seemed to understand it on some primal level, a part of her now missing. “It's a key to the Necronomicon.”

“What good'll that do?!” Trixie sniffled and wiped her snout. “It won't bring her back!”

“Maybe it can help us set this right, at least.” Beatrix pressed the stone to her breast. She summoned up her hat and cape, replacing the jewel which locked the cloak with her newfound treasure. Immediately it resonated with its holder, and her attire warped, shifting haphazard eyes and mouths with razor teeth appearing on the cone of her hat, likewise on her cloak.

For a moment she pondered if this were an aspect of her true form, if her journeys into the Necronomicon had been ones of self-discovery, a subconscious desire to know her true nature? So what if she was really an eldritch abomination who'd been lucky enough to be 'blessed' with an attractive form? She could still do good, couldn't she?

“My baby,” continuously wailed Trixie, who felt like a part of her died with her daughter's loss.

Wiping her eyes, Beatrix rose and stared ahead at the snow-dotted Crystal Empire, cast in bright colors with each new eruption. It had been surreal watching herself die. Had she lost half of her soul in the process? No, that was ridiculous. It did feel like she'd lost a sister, at least. But she'd have to mourn later. “Time to reunite Shining's force!”

*****

Sombra stewed over his latest setback. True, he'd taken quite a bit of energy from the defilement of his captives, but they'd escaped him, and Bellatrix had foolishly allowed herself to be apprehended. He'd need more powerful servants to do his bidding. It would weaken him terribly to imbue them with his dark power, but they would be his swords loosed upon Equestria.

Using the freakish beings that made up his world, he sacrificed a few of them to their component parts, repairing his ruined crotch. It still throbbed and stung, and he left the maids impaled like grotesque decorations, a reminder of all who defied him. Once the Crystal Empire was his again all crystal ponies that resisted would suffer a similar fate.

In time he'd break into Heaven itself, to corrupt and devour its contents at his leisure. He dubbed his vampiric planet Megiddo.

He called upon a number of beings he'd seen trapped within the Necronomicon, some condemned by their evil nature, others simply unfortunate enough to have their souls swallowed up by the book upon death. They arose to the surface like the dead crawling out from their graves and came before him. (You must fight for your survival. The winners will be well-rewarded. As for the losers, their souls will be consigned to oblivion, left to feed the planet with their essence.)

The horde studied one-another for a moment. Teeth and claws were bared when they beset each other. Some raced into the air, breathed fire, burrowed underground and launched sneak attacks. A foolish few attempted to flee, or even assaulted him, but his monstrous throne sprang to life at his mental command, a series of tentacles he lined with scythes slicing apart his foes who were reduced to gooey messes that splattered him. He slurped up their remains with a long, slow lick, entertained by his little drama.

He lounged on his seat, now an extension of him, still not satisfied. His curved horn radiated, and he filled the crystal twins with a sliver of his black magic, just enough to reanimate their colds corpses. They slid themselves off the stake-like fixtures that impaled them after some effort, their colors dulled and their eyes now milky and empty, stumbling to prostrate themselves.

Normally he'd have Bellatrix sate his needs, but these zombie cumdumpsters would have to do. He shifted his mass made from the fused together parts of abominations, until he found a pair of penises to replace his wounded member, picking the nastiest ones he could locate; one a fat knot that looked like it could rip a mare in half from the inside, which he shoved without ceremony into Foal-Bearer when his forehooves lifted her up and lowered her down onto his groin with a wet squelch.

The second was spear-like and covered in barbs, which he stabbed into Wet Nurse. Even without their souls they were still capable of feeling unbelievable agony, still shared in such, and despite knowing they were now beyond his continued vengeance he did everything he could to humiliate, defile, and debase the former concubines of his most hated foes.

Their maid attire was reduced to tatters, their forms translucent, allowing him to see his weaponized cocks buried in them. Gurgles escaped their slack-jawed maws, which leaked drool, irises so pale they were almost invisible turned upwards, making them look like they'd been fucked stupid. He mashed and spanked their udders and buttocks so hard they were bruised.

He lost track of how many times he fucked and cummed inside their every hole. They were his stress balls while he watched his would-be warriors whittle their numbers down. Severed limbs, wings, mandibles, and the like were strewn across a blood-soaked battlefield. (Stop,) he commanded when a small number remained. He prepared more black magic to imbue them with.

His champions shuddered when the darkness filled them. Bellatrix had failed him, made his presence and intentions clear. The time for subtlety was past. After his unholy boon settled into them, he would strike. They would be his Horses of the Apocalypse, culling the herd. And he would be Death as he led them across Equestria and brought about Armageddon...