Beatrix Belladonna Versus the Vampiric Planet

Having taken the flesh-woven Necronomicon into himself, Sombra was infused with its forbidden power, which now pumped through the veins which tethered him to Megiddo's hollowed-out core. The vampiric planet pulsed, flooded with the essence it continually siphoned from Equestria. It was now a race to see whether Shining's force could unite and prepare themselves in time, or if he'd master this newfound power and prove insurmountable before his hated adversaries.

Unfortunately he was still drained and shattered from bypassing the complex web of magical barriers that had housed the tome; he'd nearly destroyed himself in the process of brute-forcing his way through. If not for using Bellatrix Primadonna to take the brunt of one section, he likely would have been ripped apart entirely. But the sacrifice of her and his Heralds had been worth the prize. When he was reborn Equestria would collapse, followed by Heaven itself when he invaded and corrupted it.

He couldn't wait to face Shining Armor and Cadance again. He'd break their daughter right in front of them, introduce them to tortures they couldn't even dream up, keep them forever as his personal slaves.... His eyes glazed over with contentment.

*****

The Crystal Fair spilled across the capital. Despite the tragedy that had befallen it on the day of the massacre, the festivities continued unabated, with the dragons who'd helped rebuild the Crystal Empire and now openly allied with Shining's force were positioned at key vantage points to oversee the celebration and act as sentinels. The sound stage and connected caravan swept from area-to-area, music booming and a display of pyrotechnics from the witches flashing wherever the performers went.

A prompt meeting was called within the ruins of the arena by Flurry Heart and Smolder. “I say we attack now,” the Dragon Lord called with a sweep of the Bloodstone Scepter. “Hit Sombra where he lives before he has time to master that spell book!”

“I'm not sure we're ready, either!” Flurry perched on a pile of stones with her wings spread to their full span, hoping it made her look more majestic like she imagined her mother had. “What if he has a trap ready? We can't go in half-cocked!”

“Either way, the odds may not be in our favor.” Blueblood snorted haughtily with her snout raised.

“It's a gamble all right.” Diamond Tiara's crown-like decoration glinted in the sunlight. “But we may not have a choice!”

Blueblood pursed her lips. “Perhaps we should put it to a vote?”

“That's hardly fair,” noted Smolder who restlessly hovered about. “You're all old friends! I mean, we'll support you whatever you do, but my kin need to know they're respected! You know we dragons have our pride!”

Starlight Glimmer had mostly listened in, feeling it wasn't her place to speak, not after the mistakes she'd made. But she finally cleared her throat and they turned to her. “I...actually agree with Smolder. Given time, the Necronomicon will completely assimilate Sombra, and it will be the cult of the nemesis all over again. Who knows how many spells he's mastered already?”

Silent fell between them while they ruminated on the possibilities within the gutted coliseum. A plume of colored smoke suddenly wafted from the entrance. “Is this a private affair, or is anypony free to pitch in?” Beatrix Belladonna strutted up in her anthro guise, side-by-side with Trixie. “Sorry, didn't mean to butt in, but I'd like to think we have a say in this, too?”

“Of course sister!” Flurry beamed. “We couldn't have won the war without you two! Um, three!”

“Don't worry, Smoozy's not the type to get offended when he's left out. He does way too much thankless work,” admitted Beatrix. “Anyhow, I also think it would be riskier to wait too long. Unfortunately Rarity and her crew haven't had time to complete as many enchanted items as they'd like, what with Iron Will's attack. They're lucky to be alive!”

“Suri Polomare might not make it,” reminded Trixie darkly. “She's stable, but has yet to wake up.”

“Pinkie's beat up pretty bad, too.” Belladonna paced in circles, cape sweeping behind her, the eyes on it and her hat darting about as if they too were lost in thought. “Probably won't be fit for battle anytime soon. Rarity's physically okay, just mostly superficial wounds, but I'm not sure about her mental state. Best not put them at risk unless absolutely necessary.”

“And Tree Hugger never was much of a fighter,” said Diamond Tiara. “Wouldn't ask Cherry Jubilee to help us directly, either. I'm sure Vinyl, Octavia, and Lyra would, if we asked. What about those other two witches, um-”

“Fuschia and Lavender retired from the business,” reminded Trixie sharply. “Trixie could convince them to aid us, but that hardly seems fair, after all the sacrifices they've made! No, she will leave that decision entirely up to her former apprentices.” She stood firm with finality, as if she expected somepony to challenge her decision, then blushed when none did so.

“We have a sizable army,” assured Flurry. “Granted, I have to leave some of them here to defend the Crystal Empire, but we should have more than enough to storm this nasty Megiddo! Especially with all the new allies we've gained!”

Smolder grinned and nodded. “I could lend at least a hundred of my own. I'd like to submit more, but well, after all the infighting when Garble betrayed Ember, we were almost driven to extinction. We have so few eggs left. If things end up going badly, this could mean the extinction of our race!” Her face twisted up, uncertain whether she'd made the right decision.

“We'll only take the absolute minimum we need,” assured Tiara. “Speaking of our new allies...can we trust them all?”

“You mean the Ursa Minor and the Sphinx?” Blueblood scoffed. “The former's a wild animal. And the latter? If you ask me, she should be executed for all her crimes! Why, I've no doubt she'll abandon our turn on us at the first opportunity!”

“I think she's sincere!” Flurry met her gaze. “We have to give her at least one chance!”

“She's like a force of nature,” said Beatrix. “She operates on a different sense of morality than we do.” She'd kept the fate of Bellatrix Primadonna a secret to most. Could she ever be openly accepted into their ranks? She'd tried to help assimilate the Smooze into society, and now hoped to save her would-be sister too, because was she really so different from that monster?

(You believe that if they can be redeemed so can you,) the Smooze cast. (But it's not like you asked to be what you are. Neither did I. Or any creature, for that matter. We simply play the hand that's dealt us, so to speak.)

“I suppose so,” she murmured to herself. Removing her cone-shaped hat, she stared at it, the eyes which gazed back and the roving mouths with their jagged teeth a constant reminder of what she probably really looked like under her cute, Trixie-inspired appearance. Her mother had subconsciously shaped her into a practical clone of herself, but she hardly minded, honored to be the daughter of such a wonderful performer. “Anyhow, I think the Sphinx has no choice but to honor her agreement.”

Trixie nodded. “Certain monsters are bound by rules. But does that apply now that she's escaped her territory?”

“We'll have to chance it,” said Starlight. “She could prove a great help.”

“Or hindrance.” Blueblood shook her head. “Oh, very well, I'll place my faith in...that.”

“Lighten up, Princess!” Tiara put a foreleg around her shoulders. “We'll take care of all this crap here, the rest of you, do what you've got to do!” She laughed, knowing this would be another opportunity to prove their worth.

“We do have a problem, though.” Starlight picked a rock from a saddlebag which was colorless. “Found this on my trip to the Badlands. It looked like this phenomenon stretched a mile wide. Thankfully, not where any creature lived from what I could tell, but it won't take long before it becomes more common and sends everypony into a panic.”

“All the reason to move out soon as possible,” reminded Smolder.

“Give us until the end of the day?” Flurry couldn't hide her strained face. “I'll gather up what resources I can, invite the champions of the initial games into Shining's force, see if we can't drum up more numbers for our army?” She hated to sacrifice anypony, but knew her Empire was depending on her, and that maybe her sister was right. She'd have to stand firm and make a difficult choice. She looked to the stilled hole in the sky, knowing she could transport their forces inside when they were ready.

*****

“Of course we're with you,” said Vinyl Scratch as her band relaxed between its latest session. “Heck, maybe we can transport this whole contraption to Megiddo, too? I'd love to test this baby out!” She patted the stage affectionately. It and the caravan had paused where Tree Hugger and the Ursa Minor were situated, picking the pair up on their trip around the capital.

“We have been fighting-the-good-fight, so to speak, since the beginning.” Octavia sighed as she recalled old times. “Dear departed Fancy Pants put our little team together. Derpy, Time Turner, Bon Bon...all lost to us.”

“Bon Bon...” Lyra held a harp to her bosom. “Not to mention all the rest we lost.”

Trixie turned to her former understudies. “And what about you two? No pressure, mind you. This is your life, after all.”

Fuschia and Lavender exchanged glances. “Uh...um...”

Beatrix shook her head. “You don't have to. There's no shame in it. You've already done a ton for us!”

“We really would like to help,” admitted Lavender who stared at her forehooves.

“But I don't think we'd be that much use anyhow,” said Fuschia.

Tree Hugger rode up to meet them on the back of the Ursa Minor. “Hey, maybe it's not your karma, you know? Don't know how much help I'll be, but we'll be there, isn't that so boy?” He whined happily when she nuzzled her cheek with his.

“Fine. We'll do it.” Fuschia curled her lip. “We-”

“No.” Trixie knelt and pulled the duo close. “You stay on watch over the Crystal Empire in my place, will you? Trixie wants somepony to carry on her legacy if...if we don't make it back.” She tightened her hold around the witches.

“Are you crying?” Lavender sniffled. “You know we'd follow you anywhere!”

“Trixie knows. That's why she can't ask you to do that.” She had this terrible feeling a lot of them might not make it back.

Wiping a tear from her cheek, Beatrix slipped away, into the caravan where her half-sister waited like she'd requested. She took a deep breath. This was the moment of truth. “Follow me.” She led her into the room where Bellatrix Primadonna obediently waited. The succubus smiled and swished her tail about. “I know it might sound crazy, but...I've taken her under my wing.”

“You're kinder than you pretend, sister.” Flurry placed a forehoof on her shoulder.

“Nah.” Beatrix chuckled and patted her hoof. “I've always been self-serving. Even this is an attempt to convince myself I'm worthy of continuing to live...” She chuckled. “But hey, it's rude to talk about Bellatrix Primadonna like she's not here!”

“Uh...sorry about what I did?” Bellatrix fluttered her lashes at her. “I'll behave from now on, I promise! Sister's been real good to me...” The succubus writhed naked atop the sheets, rolling up in them. She was still more monster than persona, amoral and almost child-like in her pursuit of hedonistic pleasure, like an obedient dog who'd switched loyalties to a new master.

It certainly hadn't hurt that Sombra had betrayed and tried to sacrifice her. That act had shattered his last hold on her, the spell broken while she'd laid there near death, but it had taken her sometime to process her newfound state. Unlike her former keeper Beatrix didn't keep a tight leash on her, the sole commands she'd placed on her an inability to harm or betray their allies.

Flurry chewed on her lower lip. “It's okay. But you trashed my diary...” She removed the book from her saddlebags.

“Yeah, I know. Wish I could take that back. You're lucky, really. Don't think I ever had parents,” mused Bellatrix.

“Well, hopefully we'll all be able to get along! You're both my sisters so far as I'm concerned,” said Beatrix who hugged them both tight as she could. “Ah well, I won't take up any more of your time sis, I know you're real busy. Last night before the big battle, huh? Better take care of all unfinished business before we head out tomorrow!”

*****

Flurry Heart returned to the Crystal Palace once it was time to set the sun, She landed on the balcony, studied the silhouette of Celestia burned into the solar surface, and concentrated as she started to lower it. It was a long and arduous process, and she strained a tad to accomplish it, but the beautiful colors which stained the skies made it all worthwhile.

She looked upon her Empire and the crystal ponies she could see below. At her request a city-wide funeral would be held for all those lost in the massacre. The winners from the games were chosen, many of whom would become new additions to Shining's force, champions who would fight in the name of her dead father. She looked pensive as the yellow orb dipped below.

Next she rose the moon, similarly marked by Luna's shadow, who liked her sister was never trapped within these spheres. Stars twinkled when the sky turned black. She breathed a heavy sigh of relief once she'd completed her task.

“This a private party?” Smolder touched down when she turned, still wearing her rune-decorated white armor which adhered to her slender curves. “You know, usually we dragons would have some sort of ritual to seal our alliance!”

“Huh, we could do that.” Flurry rubbed her chin. “What did you have in mind?”

“Oh, I can think up a few things.” Smolder swaggered over with a sway of her hips. “You have any experience?”

“What sort of experience? Uh...oh.” She blushed when the dragoness caressed her cheek and bashfully turned her head aside. “N-not much, I'll admit. Especially with another female. Um, w-would it really be okay?”

“Sure, why not?” With a shrug Smolder flew up to where she'd left the Bloodstone Scepter atop the palace, including a stand she'd crafted for it, which resembled a dragon's claw. She set it down between them. “How about a little show?”

Flurry clopped her forehooves and beamed, seated on her haunches. “I'd love that,” she cried not knowing what she had in mind. With a smirk Smolder started to spin around the scepter like it was a pole, a claw and both legs wrapped around its thin length. Delicately she started to unpeel her costume, starting from the neck, exposing the breast-like shape of her bosom.

Gradually she slinked down the attire, stuck to her hide, her armor-like scales retracted to bring out the lusciousness of her curves. She wiggled the attire down her chest, over her midsection, and pried them from her hips, the suit specially cut so that her wings and tail would not impede it. She continued to twist around the pole, flipping upside-down, her thighs holding her in place while she pulled the suit from her ankles and left herself completely naked, her thin sex already wet with anticipation.

“Hey, you and Beatrix are whizzes when it comes to alchemy, right?”

“We've mixed up some potions in our time,” admitted Flurry who tried to sound humble despite the pride she took in their work.

“Could you make me look like Trixie for a while? Not literally. I mean, like a human woman, or whatever?”

“Maybe~” Flurry practically sung the words, swishing her tail curiously. “You look cute this way, though!”

“Oh, I know!” Unlike her dragons saw no reason not to flaunt their pride. “How about this? Can you give me some more human-like characteristics? How about some hair, breasts, and nipples? Can you do that?”

“I could probably do that! Shouldn't need Beatrix to help with that since it's a partial transformation!” Lighting her horn, Flurry threw open the doors to the balcony, and plucked out some flasks and raw materials she kept hidden in her closet. Usually she'd keep them in her laboratory, Blueblood and Diamond Tiara warning her the components were rather volatile, but she kept a stash hidden away anyhow. “Stand back! Let's see what I can cook up!” She immediately set to work.

Using some vials she poured the chemicals which hissed and bubbled as they mixed. Colorful smoke arose as she lit her horn and added her own magic to them. A couple minutes passed while she let it settle and it fizzed over a little. “Done!”

Smolder scooped the concoction up and her nostrils flared as she sniffed it. “Bottoms up!” She gulped it down. A warmth filled her already hot insides. “I feel kind of weird?” Suddenly the spines atop her head started to grow out, turning into a mane of silky hair, which framed her face and fell down her back. Her chest reconfigured itself into a pair of modest breasts, nipples poking out, and she greedily ran her palms over them. “Wow, these are amazing! Can I keep them?”

“Well, I don't know whether I can make them permanent, but I'll whip you up more potions whenever you like! Now, ready to seal the deal?” Flurry swallowed hard and reddened. “L-let's take this to the bedroom!” She shyly led her inside. Curtains billowed in the wind as she approached a wide bed covered in fluffy pillows and velvet sheets. She climbed atop it.

Following behind her, Smolder crawled on all fours in a playfully predatory manner, her perky, cone-like breasts hanging from her. She flexed her wings and tail, rocking her backside with graceful sways, and tackled her lover with a cackle, knocking her to her back and pinning her with a cackle as she straddled her barrel. She bent forward and pressed their snouts together.

Sliding herself lower, Smolder spread the alicorn's thighs, and mashed their moist sexes together. Gobs of stickiness connected their swollen lips, tethered by slimy strings, their heart-shaped lovebuds kissing. A shared moan escaped the duo, the dragoness pancaking her tits upon her partner, who's own lower but larger teats caressed her soft belly. Hooves and claws started to wander, kneading into backs and buttocks, yanking on tails that soon started to coil around each other as they made love.

Mouths mischievously battled for dominance, Smolder's tongue almost impossibly long, until it coiled around her lover's several times and licked about its walls and teeth. She slid a digit up Flurry's asshole, which reflexively clenched around the knuckle-deep intruder. In turn Flurry lowered her mouth, closing around a tit as she sucked and pulled upon it.

“Mmm...you're not bad,” admitted Smolder. “Sure you're an amateur?”

Flurry's face burned but she continued to happily suckle, switching between both breasts, which distended when she tugged on them, letting go with a loud pop and slapping back into place when she turned her attention to the other. A devious expression crossed her when her horn sparkled, and she encircled Smolder's butthole with her aura, tracing the pink warm ring.

“Wh-why you-” Smolder puffed up her cheeks and blushed. “N-no way I'm gonna-” But she howled and tensed as she lost their little competition, spraying the Queen and her bed in the process, her repeated squirts showering all the way to the wall.

A series of titters escaped Flurry, but such a lewd display soon made her lose it too, and her body started to quiver. Her lower orifices clenched when she showered her back, squealing while she spread her wings to their full plume. Smolder continued to shake with her, riding out multiple climaxes while Flurry molested her all over with her aura.

They twisted so hard the bed shook and ultimately collapsed with a heavy thud below them. Flurry was thankful most of the staff were away, including the ones who'd usually be on this level, so it was doubtful anypony heard them. She huffed as the pair basked in their afterglow. “H-how am I going to explain this to Blueblood and Diamond Tiara?!”