Beatrix Belladonna Versus the Vampiric Planet

Within a short time Cherry Jubilee had organized the mares who volunteered into a well-oiled machine, her team working to produce the designs Rarity and Suri Polomare dreamed up. They tirelessly worked in the spacious back rooms of the saloon-styled building, then enchanted with refined magics that strengthened them yet made them impossibly pliable. The garments were usually white in the style of the Shining's force banners, lined with blessed runes that were meticulously applied.

A private workshop outside had its interior lined with schematics. “They're right to hate and fear me.” Suri sighed.

Rarity paused, needle and thread wrapped within her pale aura. “No, no, no! I mean, it is understandable, however...this is your chance to start anew. Imagine how many lives might be saved through our work, darling. I once threw myself into this, dealing with Spike's loss...” She let the words hang, hopeful this mission might provide Suri with the purpose and closure she needed.

An uncomfortable silence settled between them. They were seated at a table, surrounded by mannequins where costumes and accessories were draped. They didn't have the necessary tools to forge weapons here, not to mention making such things from scratch were beyond their skill-set, but they were able to empower the armaments that the occasional pony brought to them.

Suri flicked an ear. “You hear something?”

Rarity started to turn from the subtle crunch of snowflakes that had pooled by the outskirts, when the door suddenly caved in with a crash, kicked in by dark hooves. The grizzled minotaur covered only in a loin cloth stomped inside, a bloodied and dripping axe hefted over a bare muscular shoulder, his other fist curled around a pair of chains. Collared to the rattling steel were a pair of crystal mares, the twin maids reduced to almost colorless slaves, Foal-Bearer and Wet Nurse hollow-eyed.

“Well, what do we have here?” His bellows echoed through the room. “A couple of mares to add to my collection? Iron Will can only use these thrown away cocksleeves so many times!” He dragged one of the twins near him with a yank, and smacked her wide rump, leaving a red mark on the pale, wobbly flesh. “Maybe you can sate the God of War?”

Suri whimpered and trembled, faced with the same terrible fate she'd desperately tried to escape. “D-don't-”

Summoning a telekinetic storm, Rarity lifted up all the deadly improvised weapons she could from around the room, her face twisted as she hurtled needles and scissors amongst other junk at the intruder. He dropped the chain and hefted his axe, attempting to stop the objects hurtled at rapid speeds. He knocked a few from the air with a swipe, but far more sliced into his skin, embedded there. He snorted as trickles of red dribbled down his naked chest. “Feisty, huh? Iron Will can respect that!”

He yelled when she used her magic to jam the blades in further. “Okay, just for that I'll introduce you two to my Mare-Breakers!” He ripped off his loin cloth, exposing a pair of well-hung penises, one an alteration he'd gotten in his mercenary days in return for her services to the nemesis cult. Before he'd arrived in Equestria today, he'd tested them on Foal-Bearer and Wet Nurse at the same time, ramming the cocks through their cunts until they exited their mouths. They were toys offered to him by Sombra, who promised him all the sport he could ever want in return for his servitude. He was a simply minotaur, after all!

There was nowhere for them to run, as he wavered at the sole exit. “Run for it! Move!” Rarity tried to snap her friend out of here frozen state, desperately lifted up the table with her lit horn and hurling it at him. His axe smashed the wood into splinters, and his fist seized around the fashionista's neck, while Suri cried and tried to slink past the sturdy warrior.

“Damned whorses!” He launched a kick, and the sound of ribs snapping was audible, Suri's body going limp as she was launched and slammed into a wall so hard it shook. “Shame, wanted to break her another way...”

“Suri!” Tears filled Rarity eyes as she writhed in his grasp, and he chuckled, shaking her about and wringing her neck. He squeezed until her face started to turn a shade of purple that almost matched her mane, mascara leaking down her bloated cheeks. She kicked at him as he lowered her down to his erections, prepared to split her open from the inside.

A red mist splattered over her. His fist slackened as he stared down at the blade which had ripped through his ballsack. Forced to drop his would-be prize, he started to spin towards his assailant, when the blade twisted and continued to hack upwards. His free fist threw a wild punch, connecting with Pinkie's snout, which crunched and bloodied under the impact.

Barely conscious, Pinkie Pie's gaze was hazed over when the axe started to crash down on her. He nearly tripped, thrown off-balance, as the zombies suddenly seized his legs with what little strength they had, like some glimmer of who they once were still remained ingrained in their instincts. Pinkie barely rolled out of the way of the axe which embedded itself with a thunk.

“No one defies Iron Will! You try to block, you taste my cock!” But it was obvious his bravado was forced as his guts started to fall from his torn abdomen, and Pinkie kicked up the saber further, helped by Rarity who's aura encircled the sword and drove it up into his chest. His bellows shook the area around him. “Damn you all! You...” The metal continued to twist inside him.

He sputtered and choked on his own blood, until he finally landed headfirst on his axe's blade, skull split open and brain matter falling in chunks as he finally went still. His intestines rolled out. For a moment, none of the survivors dared move.

Pinkie's mane and parts of her fur were stained red. “I'm okay,” she called. “Just a broken snout!” She winced and tried to play it off with a laugh, but she was shaken too, almost wishing she were Pinkamena again as she was better equipped to handle this.

“Suri...please be okay.” Rarity knelt beside the mare and checked her pulse. “I think she'll live, if she receives swift medical attention. I'm sorry.” Gently she brushed Suri's mane and cheek. “I've never been much of a fighter...”

“You handled yourself well!” Pinkie swiped up a silk cloth and pressed it to her bloodied nose. Every movement made her ache, but she shook flecks of red off her, hopped over to Suri, and carefully scooped her up. “Allow me, I'm faster!”

“Wait, it's not safe to travel alone!” Rarity strained to hobbled next to her. She looked upon the twins with a frown, knowing there was nothing she could do for them. Even if there were some way to revive them they were practically brain dead. Little more than tragic parodies of their past selves. She could hardly bear to look upon them. “Forgive me.” She hurried out.

“Wait!” Cherry Jubilee ran out from her retreat to meet them. She'd heard the commotion and readied her pistol, prepared to defend her patients and likewise thankful she hadn't had to. “I have a hospital set up inside! Follow me!”

*****

Surrounded on all sides, the Sphinx snarled and swiped, lashing out with paws that could rip a building apart with their claws. Her wings beat with such force it knocked the pegasi that attempted to near her about, while the dragons faired better, scorching her with pillars of fire she struggled to evade with her monstrous size. “You dare strike royalty?!”

“Hey, I'm a Queen!” Smolder planted a hand on a hip when she hovered nearby, pointing the Bloodstone Scepter at her. “Come to think of it, so is she!” She nodded over her shoulder at Flurry Heart who sailed with companions on her back in the distance. “Face it, there's no way you'll ever win this one! We've taken care of your buddies! You ready to be a martyr?”

“They're no friends of mine, little one.” The Sphinx sighed as the dragoness waved her scepter to halt the army. “Indeed, it is a battle I cannot win. But I still have my pride. Surely a dragon can understand that? It is not in my nature to submit.”

Flurry blinked up close to her. “A truce, then! Why not join Shining's force?”

For a moment the Sphinx stared bewildered, almost as flabbergasted as the onlookers, and then the creature broke into powerful laughter. “You are bold and have spirit! Mmm, the truth is I care naught for Sombra. I endure solely for the pleasures this existence can afford me. I am a huntress by trade. In truth, I may not be able to die by natural causes?”

But in truth she couldn't help but be bemused and a little inspired by the alicorn's naked innocence. There was no deceit in those bright eyes. Simply a desire to lend a hoof wherever she could to an almost sickeningly sweet degree.

With a chuckle she closed her eyes. “Very well, I shall lend you my aid. I'm no team player, but it may make for an...intriguing change of pace?” She moved rather lazily now, as her muscles relaxed, and her leonine-like tail swished about.

“Whew!” Flurry wiped her brow. “Welcome to the team!”

“Is there anything these ponies can't solve with friendship?” Smolder laughed with several of her companions.

Trixie quirked an eyebrow. “You certain about this? She did kill quite a number of soldiers, not to mention civilians...”

“Second chances are what we're supposed to be about, aren't we?” Beatrix continued to stroke Bellatrix's silky black hair. “At least that's one crisis over! Now, to pick up the pieces before we deal with the real problem...”

A concert broke out below to celebrate their hard-won victory. Flurry landed on the stage, where Trixie and Beatrix hopped off, the witch starting to put on a magic show filled with pyrotechnics like she'd planned while the band played in harmony. Belladonna wanted to join in, but carried the succubus to a dressing room, hopeful she could still save her.

“I know...a succubus feeds on sexual energies, doesn't she?” She placed the she-devil in a bed and the cheers and music and fireworks outside were dulled by the walls. “Then maybe...” She banished her clothes, and traced a palm over Primadonna's brunt flesh, which made the demon shudder. “This will probably hurt terribly, at first. But if it works...?”

She crawled into the bed with her. Spreading Bellatrix's thighs, she pressed their sexes together, lower lips now wetted with desire. A low moan trapped somewhere between agony and ecstasy escaped Primadonna, when their crotches ground together, folds inflamed as trickles of love juices stuck between them. Her eyes slowly blinked open. “Beatrix...?”

“Call me sister. A sister with benefits!” She winked. “You need to feed in order to survive.” She continued to press their slimy flowers in a slow, steady rhythm. “It's okay. Take from me.” She sat the succubus up, mashed their breasts, and met her lips. Primadonna reacted instinctively, and with a passionate kiss she started to siphon the life force from within her.

Gradually her wounds started to heal as they made love. Belladonna felt her muscles slacken, struggling to keep pace, as the succubus dug her claw-like nails into her lover's back and seized control. Not that she minded. Such a monster could easily sap all the life from their prey, but now that she was bound to her such a thing wasn't possible, was it? She thrilled at the sense of danger, reduced to a plaything in the she-demon's hands, who groped her while she rubbed their clams with increased fierceness. The spaded tail wrapped around the witch, pressed against the entrance to her ass, and spread the hole wide.

Now almost fully recovered, Bellatrix withdrew her mouth and pressed her claws into the witch's cupped cheeks. “I could easily kill you,” she reminded in a husky whisper, her wings wrapped around her as she fucked her.

“But I know you won't,” replied Beatrix with half-lidded eyes and a cocky smirk. “Because I can fuck you better than Sombra.”

Bellatrix tittered. “I'll hold you to that...sister.” Unable to deny her curiosity, the succubus kissed her again, returning some of the essence she'd taken so her partner wouldn't be so tired out. Pretty soon the sisters were engaged in a wrestling match, rolling and molesting one-another in a playful fight for dominance. They would take turns topping, slamming the other into the blankets, which were now soaked with their mixed lubrication. “Ooh, you are good!” She forced a few fingers into her mouth.

She sucked on Primadonna's digits, then removed her snout from them with a pop, stuck to her by strings of saliva. “Use your glamour, will you? I'd kind of like to make love to myself...” With a giggle Bellatrix twinkled her fingers and shifted herself, becoming a perfect duplicate of her. “Nice!” She always wondered if this streak of narcissism came from her mother?

Almost like she'd summoned her with a thought, Trixie made her way back there between music sessions, bemused while she watched the witches rustle about. “Is this a private party?” With a click Trixie removed her entire costume. She strutted over with hands upon her hips, letting her ample breasts and buttocks sway with each exaggerated movement.

Sidling in between them, she stared into Bellatrix's eyes and cupped her chin. “You're her, aren't you? Trixie isn't certain how much she should hold you responsible for what happened to the other Beatrix...”

“I miss her too,” admitted Beatrix. “But in a sense she's always with me.” She summoned the Prima Materia into her palm then dismissed it. “Besides, it was Sombra that killed her. If I know myself, which I should, she'd want her to have a second chance!”

“Very well. Trixie shall accept you into the clan.” She softened and caressed the demon's arm. “However, she will not forget what you've done. Forgiveness must be earned. Now, more importantly...how will you make it up to Trixie?”

“I have a few ideas...” It was practically a purr when Bellatrix crawled on all fours to her, breasts suspended.

“What about you, Smoozy? You still hibernating? Wouldn't want you to miss out on all the fun!”

The Smooze stirred in her core, warm and making her shudder pleasantly. (Yes. I do what I can to preserve my strength. Fortunately, I seem to have partially recovered, although I hesitate to strain myself more than necessary yet. However, I am admittedly curious.) She opened her thighs reflexively and let the goop slithered out from her entrance with a soft coo.

Beatrix petted the blob. “And how you do intend to entertain us today?”

(I could always fulfill an unspoken fantasy. Such as yours.) He focused on Trixie, and reshaped himself into a female humanoid form, until its features molded and filled out to perfectly resemble her. (How is this? More to your liking?)

A smile split Trixie's face. She'd become a little more self-aware of her narcissism over the years, having subconsciously helped shaped her daughter's appearance with the Necronomicon's power while she carried the child, wanting her offspring to be almost exactly like her. She was her pride and joy, after all. “Yes, this will more than do. Trixie is quite pleased!”

The Smooze laughed in her voice. “And I haven't even performed yet!”

“Hey mom, he's practically got you down to a science!” Beatrix chuckled at her mother's glare. “But seriously, what about you, Smoozy? Are you really okay with this? I feel bad, making you work so hard to sate my needs if yours aren't met!”

“You needn't worry about that,” said the Smooze in her mother's exaggerated voice, a hand pressed to a shapely bosom. “You've always pleased me!” The creature grinned and winked. In truth he didn't have a real identity, nor a gender, he'd simply taken on what others had projected on him from the beginning. Even his old friend Discord had never truly understood him.

“You certain? Well, if there's always been something you've wanted to try, I'll be down.” Beatrix squeezed the offered hand.

Trixie looked between the three of them, and crept next to her daughter. She leaned in and nibbled on her ear as an excuse to whisper, “You really sure about Bellatrix? What if she flips out and betrays us to Sombra?”

“Don't worry,” answered Belladonna below her breath. “I've tamed her. I think. We made a pact. She can't screw me over without serious consequences. And deep down, her needs are simple. She wants to have fun, feel important, and needs companionship. Basic stuff, really. I can relate.” Mother-and-daughter wrapped their arms about the other, and their lips met.

After all this time Beatrix still felt most comfortable in her anthro shape. With the Prima Materia she could shift between human and unicorn forms, almost like her dead 'sister' was always with her. Was she taking pity on Bellatrix because she saw herself as a monster, too? She was merely a key to the Necronomicon who happened to have a lovely form. Maybe it was also what had drawn her to the Smooze, convinced that a number of creatures were simply misunderstood. She'd tried to only focus on exterminating the seemingly mindless ones on her ventures into the Necronomicon, forces of nature that reeked of malevolence.

She almost lost track of herself as the foursome become a sea of bodies. Hands groped over supple flesh, lips met, and soft moans sounded. She abandoned rational thought in a haze of shared lust, the bed drenched with their excretions. She chewed on a lock of her hair, curves now soaked in perspiration. What better way to celebrate the fact that they were alive?

*****

“Guess the Crystal Fair is canceled after all,” lamented Diamond Tiara who kicked a chunk of crystal with a hoof. “Oh well, at least some ponies are still able to celebrate!” While some of the citizens had returned to their revelries, welcoming the rebirth of Shining's force, others were devastated by the recent losses, as the return of a standing army meant that they still lived in a world that needed such. Worse still the mere sight of Sombra had never reduced some crystal ponies to a catatonic state.

“It doesn't have to be,” said Blueblood who trotted alongside her through the ruins while pops sounded with colorful flashes overhead and music blared. “Perhaps we can reconfigure it to better suit our purposes? Say, the winners of the games can become champions in our army? We'll need all the help we can get to stop Sombra, after all.”

“Oh, you are devious!” She raised a forehoof to her mouth with a titter. “Trouble is, we don't have much time. A few days at most, if what Starlight said is true. Hope she found somewhere safe to dispose of Garble's remains!”

“She's a resourceful one. I'm sure she'll simply teleport the corpse somewhere barren after the poisons contained within are rendered inactive.” They made the rounds, waving to those they passed, aware that any attempts to placate the masses would be insufficient. Such an attack was a reminder even the Crystal Empire wasn't a sanctuary these days.

Starlight blinked into existence before the pair. “Whoops, sorry!” She laughed at Blueblood's squeak when she reared up. “More importantly, I disposed of Garble. Smolder suggested the Badlands, so I dumped him in a volcano there. It's where he'd probably want to be buried, anyhow!” She followed alongside them as they continued their tour.

By now Flurry had started to lower the sun. The evening set in, a mess of blurred, beautiful colors. Passing the mobile sound stage linked with the caravan, they paused to watch the band play, Fuschia and Lavender performing a number of magic tricks when they weren't needed as they put on a variety show. Mobs were piled up to watch, singing and swaying to the beat.

Positioned behind the wagon was the Ursa Minor, who lazed happily out of sight, head rested atop his paws while Tree Hugger straddled his furry back and patted him down. She seemed to have a knack of reading one's mood and soothing their pains.

“Too bad we can't, like, shrink you. I mean, I'm all about everypony being themselves, unless they're a butthole, but you're pretty intimidating, you know? Don't worry, I'll take you to Canterlot Gardens sometime. You'll totally love it there!”

“Hmm, maybe I can shrink him?” Starlight wandered up. “It's not a difficult spell. Well, not for me.”

Hugs shot her a crooked smile. “That's be radical! You okay with that, boy?” He nodded. “Cool! Go for it!”

Glimmer's horn sparked as she channeled her magic, wrapping the azure bear in it, the constellations seeming to swirl through his bulk. She took it slow as not to hurt him, his form gradually shrinking, until he was reduced to Mr. Bear's size, Tree still riding atop him. She patted his side affectionately as Starlight's horn stopped glowing. “There. Should last until I undo it.”

“Thanks, I owe you.” Hugs hopped down and nuzzled with the Ursa Minor.

“Don't worry about it. If anything, after all I've done I owe all of you...” Starlight watched the sun slowly dip down the horizon.

Further the trio traveled to check on Cherry Jubilee's retreat. Within the saloon-like interior mares were hard at work to craft costume-like armor which would later be enchanted. “Howdy.” Cherry curtsied with her dress. “Would you like some refreshments? I don't keep any alcohol around here, but I can still mix up somethin' tasty, if you like.”

“Sure, mix me up something sweet as you!” Diamond Tiara batted her lashes flirtatiously.

“The closest mix to something strong you can manage,” said Blueblood.

“I'm good,” said Starlight. “How are Rarity, Suri, and Pinkie doing?”

“They're in the medical wing.” Jubilee's skirts swept as she led them down a hallway. “We would've been slaughtered by Iron Will without their intervention. I can take care of myself...” She hiked her dress slightly, exposing a garter around a hindleg, plucked a small pistol from a holster, and somehow spun it on a forehoof. “But I doubt a few bullets would put him down!”

They arrived in a spacious room lined with beds. Pinkie had a cast around her snout, she and Rarity seated on stools next to a cot where Suri dozed. She was battered and bruised, wrapped up in bandages and looking like she was on the verge of death. There were a number of other patients here, including a pair of twin crystal ponies who idled in a corner.

“Oh Suri,” whispered Rarity who would routinely dab her eyes with a silk napkin.

Pinkie tried to smile at them, winced, and waved a forehoof instead.

“As ya'll can see we're in a bad state,” admitted Cherry in a hushed whisper. “We're not sure Suri will make it. Pinkie should be okay, but it'll take time. Rarity sustained some bad bruises, mostly around her neck, but nothing that should be permanent.” With a sigh she tilted her head at Foal-Bearer and Wet Nurse. “As for them, they were brought here by Iron Will. They're practically brain dead, but are still suffering in this state. I don't believe in suicide, no matter how many times I've been tempted, but this isn't really a life, is it? Would it be wrong for me to...to mercy kill them? A bullet and hopefully it would be over...”

“We'll support whatever choice you make,” said Tiara. “I wouldn't want to go on like that!”

“Me either.” Blueblood shuddered. “Sorry, I don't mean to be insensitive, but it is...unnatural.”

“I'll handled it if you can't.” Starlight knew she'd already stained her soul with thousands of sins. What was one more?

Jubilee chewed her lower lip. “Give me time. They've just arrived. I need to let my feelings settle in.” The pair looked so defeated, not unlike a number of mares she'd taken in and tried to heal. “If only Nurse Redheart were still around...” But like so many she'd been lost during one of their missions, and they feared many more would follow in the days to come.