Daddy's Little Darling

After a number of adventures across different dimensions, Beatrix Belladonna decided it was time she returned to that version of Equestria. She'd show her father how far she'd come, perhaps meet the counterpart of her mother, and maybe Cadance too who she'd heard so much about. In preparation she'd concocted a variety of potions she kept in small tubes that lined the interior of her cape in little hidden pouches. The colorful liquids bubbled below the stoppers, but thankfully none of them were volatile.

Drawing her index finger in a circle she pierced the air itself and cut a hole between the fabric of reality. The portal shimmered like a sky with a few fluffy clouds, and she crossed the nexus, arriving at her destination where she deftly touched down on her heeled boots. Unfortunately, a similar bout of amnesia overwhelmed her, almost like this plane of existence wished to hide the truth. Currently in her anthropomorphic form, she stalked along the outskirts of the gleaming Crystal Empire.

The area outside was a barren wasteland. Occasionally a stray snowflake would drift in the wind. Howls sounded elsewhere.

“I came here for a reason.” She rubbed the back of her head. “That's right. To meet with somepony named Shining Armor. He's a friend, isn't he?” Her cheeks heated. She remember how handsome he was, that they'd made love a few times.

Clasping her gloved hands behind her, she hummed and skipped along. The entities that lived within her costume were awake, almond-shaped eyes darting about, thin lips snapping with razor-sharp teeth. But she knew that wouldn't do; no need to freak anypony out the moment she met them. With a casual wave of her hand, she shifted the decorations all over her attire.

Stars materialized on her cone-shaped witch's hat, her fingerless gloves, thigh-high boots, cape, and her high-cut leotard, backless with its bottom half cut into a thong-shape that clung to her peach-shaped bottom. Within the fabric seemed to swirl the cosmos, and the image of an Ursa Minor popped into her mind, no doubt the inspiration for her new look. “Magnificent!”

She was tempted to march right on into the crystalline capital, with its angular buildings, and a shimmering palace which rose to the heavens. However a wagon parked outside caught her eye, painted with immaculate details that made it seem like it belonged to a carnival. She sucked in a deep breath. It wasn't like her to be nervous! “Well, here goes nothing...”

She approached the door and knocked a couple times. Something audibly shifted inside. “Well, well, what have we here?” The light blue unicorn who answered stared at her, starting with her feet and slowly traveling upwards. “You're weird, you know that? However, Trixie approves of your fashion sense!” She doffed her own wide-brimmed hat at her.

“Trixie Lulamoon, is it? My name is Beatrix Belladonna!” She offered a hand which Trixie suspiciously stared at before she took it. Something about her was so familiar, yet her travels had once again scrambled her memories.

“Charmed. Trixie sees her reputation proceeds her!” She smacked her bosom with a forehoof. “Now, why have you summoned me at such an early hour? An autograph, perhaps? Be warned, Trixie does not sell her services cheaply!”

Beatrix chuckled. “I'd expect no less! I wanted to meet you! And...” Her smile deepened when she spotted Shining Armor further in the caravan, alongside an alicorn with her mane tied up in a bow, who she assumed to be Cadance.

“Why not let our guest in?” Cadance raised a hoof to her mouth and tittered.

“Beatrix?! Um, I mean...” Shining Armor's cheeks reddened, unable to take his eyes off her unmentionables.

Cadance looked between them. “Oh! You must be...” She pursed her lips.

“S-sure. We had a one-night stand,” admitted Shining Armor who awkwardly stared at a hoof he dragged over the floor.

“Now it's getting juicy.” Trixie pulled the newcomer in and shut the door behind her. “Please, do continue!”

Taking a moment to study her new surroundings, Beatrix saw a wide bed, a heavy treasure chest, and a number of props scattered about. No doubt materials used in the magician's shows. “What a nice place you have here. Anyhow, sorry to disappoint, but I can't recall all the lurid details myself. In truth, my memories are all jumbled up at the moment.”

“Amnesia. Convenient.” Trixie's horn glowed as she seized a cup with her aura and tossed some coffee down her throat. She used her magic to place her hat and cape on a rack. “Next you'll claim you're Trixie's long-lost daughter.”

“Now, let's not be rude. I'm certain she has a good reason.” Cadance forced a smile. “S-so...how can I put this delicately?” She sighed. “What exactly are you? I've never heard of any creature like you in all of Equestria.”

“Well, I'm somewhere between a human and a mare. That's the best way I can explain it.” She paced in a circle while she spoke. “Believe it or not, I come from another dimension. I travel from one plane to the next, seeking to uncover my purpose in life.”

“I see. Well, I can certainly understand why my future husband chose you!” Cadance laughed to break the tension.

“Yeah. It kinda just happened.” Shining Armor wrapped a foreleg around his marefriend. “I was worried we might never get back together, and Beatrix kind of helped me through it.” Bouts of nervous laughter overcame him.

“No need to worry. I'm not the jealous type. You should know that by now. I was simply concerned,” admitted Cadance. “You're so exotic, Beatrix. It may seem absurd coming from an alicorn, but I'm sometimes overwhelmed by insecurities, too.”

“That's natural. I've always felt out of place,” said Beatrix who settled her squishy buttocks onto a chair.

“Well, you've certainly made yourself at home.” Trixie poured her a cup of steaming coffee from a pot then passed it her way. “Just in the neighborhood to visit? Or did you come to sow your wild oats?” She grinned almost maliciously as the couple blushed. “Oh, come off it, you two. After all, you invited the Great and Powerful Trixie into your bedroom!”

“True, although I'd rather not advertise that. I am a Princess, after all. Imagine the scandal! Besides, I wanted to spice up our relationship before we finally settled down. And since Shiny admitted he always had the hots for you-”

Taking this new information in while they chatted, Beatrix could tell this timeline had divulged in certain ways. Was it due to her interference? After all, weren't they supposed to marry before seizing the Crystal Empire? And what had happened to Sombra? Defeated no doubt, but how? Well, she supposed it wasn't important. They were together and happy. That's all she cared about!

“Why not invite her into the fold?” They all turned to her when Trixie suggested it. “She's plenty attractive, after all!”

“W-well,” began Shining Armor who swallowed hard.

“I'm not opposed to the idea.” Cadance looked her over. “But we've no wish to pressure you either, Beatrix.”

“Sounds wonderful to me!” Her head ached whenever she tried to remember the details about her past with Shining Armor, or why Trixie seemed to familiar to her. She shrugged it off in a lackadaisical fashion. She'd worry about that later. In truth, she certainly wouldn't mind a romp in bed with all three of them. They all had their charms, she was quick to note.

After their cups were drained Cadance waved them over to the bed. Its silky blue sheets were decorated by bright yellow stars. She removed her bow and let her mane fall loose with a sensuous toss, while Trixie plucked off her hat and cape, which she placed on a rack. They draped themselves on their sides, shooting them bedroom eyes with sly smiles.

A dopey smile crossed Shining Armor when he studied them. “I don't know, this feels wrong somehow.” He rubbed his own forehead which wrinkled as if he too tried to recall something that refused to resurface.

“What could be so wrong about it? We had a pleasant time, didn't we?” Beatrix placed her hat on his head. “Don't worry, we can take it a little slower this time, if you like?” She traced his broad shoulders, down his muscular back, and rested her palms on his haunches. He inhaled sharply, his coat soft and warm, as she playfully rubbed her fingers through it.

“Ah, that feels nice. It kind of tickles!” He chuckled and pressed into her touch.

“Aren't they cute? It almost makes Trixie want to vomit.”

“Oh, you always change your tune when we're underway.” Cadance brushed a hoof through the magician's mane. “Speaking of which, don't leave us waiting too long, okay Shiny? We have needs, too!” She batted her lashes at him.

“Coming, dear!” He cantered over followed closely by Belladonna. “So, where should I start?”

“Don't overthink it. Let it come naturally. I won't be upset if you choose to start with either of them. In fact, I'll consider it a warm up!” Cadance tucked in her feathery wings and rolled over. She reflexively spread her thighs when Trixie pressed her snout between them, and started to lap at her slit, until her heart-shaped lovebud swelled out from the top of her folds.

“Mmm. That's it.” She pressed a hoof atop Trixie's head and directed her slow licks.

Spurred by the display before him, Shining Armor hooked his teeth into the bottom of Beatrix's outfit, and started to pull it away. She giggled when it slid aside to reveal her puss, his nostrils flaring as he breathed in its saccharine aroma. “Don't stop,” she urged dividing her legs as he pressed his wet nose against her cunt. His horn shined as he cast a simple spell, his aura wrapping around the top of her garments, which he ripped open to allow her pendulous tits to spill free with a bounce.

Somehow clothes made her even hotter. He could barely restrain the urge to rip them away immediately. A tear sounded while he continued to strip her, until he'd reduced the fabric to shreds, which floated about as they drifted to the carpet. She tossed off her cape with a flourish and raised her arms as she started to dance, hips gyrating and her supple breasts swishing about.

The hat fell off when he buried his maw in her parted foalhole. Juices splayed about in droplets when he muzzle-fucked her. “Oh yeah.” She dug her nails into his mane, pushing him in deep as she could, his horn jutting into her tingly midsection. She stared down at him, over her sweaty tits, which heaved with her low panting. “Hope you treat Cadance this well!”

“That and better sometimes,” assured Cadance who writhed as Trixie pulled on her vaginal lips.

Beatrix's eyes rolled into her head and her mouth opened with an inarticulate cry once she came directly in his mouth. He drank down the sweet-and-salty sprays, the excess running down his stained chin. She dug into his skull, holding him there, hips quivering as she humped into his face. “F-fuck,” she whimpered. “Umph...ah...” She winked around him as her climax slowed.

Withdrawing amidst strings of her feminine cum and his saliva still attaching them, his forehooves hooked under her meaty thighs, as he lifted her up and stood, pressing his rock-hard stallionhood to her foalhole. He easily slid into her wet orifice which comforted to him perfectly. She wrapped all her limbs around him as he carried her and pressed her back to a wall.

Grunts escaped him once he slammed in-and-out of her. She shook with the surface under the force of the impact. Her teeth nipped his shoulder, riding out another miniature climax, milking his fucktool in the process. She stared at Cadance, who'd titled her head back, watching the show with obvious entrance while Trixie continued to service her like the Princess she was.

His temple throbbed while he claimed her. Something was so familiar about this. Her looks, her scent, it reminded him a bit of Trixie and...Twilight Sparkle?! That's when it hit him. Memories flooded back and he paled. “What's wrong? Why did you stop?” She blinked a couple of times, trying to draw him in even closer, mashing her titties upon his well-chiseled musculature.

“It's...I'm your father,” he murmured, his face strained. “What have I-”

“Ah yes. I remember now.” Her cheeks were rosy. “But so what? We've come this far, and we've done it before, so why stop now? Just let me take care of you, daddy. Cadance and Trixie don't have to know. It'll be our little secret...”

His brow furrowed with indecision for a few moments before he shrugged in defeat. “Hey, why not? Truth is, I'm enjoying this just as much as you. Maybe more?” His forehooves pressed into her spread assmeat, and he quickened his pace, chompers grit while he impaled her with renewed ferocity. She squealed and met his snout, tongues dancing while they made out.

“I have...a-all kinds of potions!” She tilted her head at her cape. “I can fulfill almost any fantasy you want!”

“Your call, darling. Not certain I'll last too much longer at this rate!” She summoned her horn, galvanized it, and used her aura to pluck out her chosen vial from its secret compartment. She uncorked it and tossed the bitter contents down, making a face.

“Try sucking on my tits!” He massaged one with a hoof, and the titflesh engorged in his grasp, the pair swelling to bulbous hanging orbs which leaked lactation from the slits in her widening nipples. Staring wide-eyed for a moment, his mouth closed around an areola, suckling the sweetness from it with lewd slurps while his tongue rolled in a circle and his teeth nibbled.

“Oh daddy,” she whispered with soft coos. He switched between her boobs with soft pops, his lips stained by a milk mustache which made her and Cadance titter. “You're the best, Shining Armor. She's incredibly lucky to have you.”

He smiled and continued to happily drink while he speared her. She lifted another vial and popped its top. “This one's for you.” With a heave he unlatched from her milk-sodden tit and drank it down. His testicles swelled with need, and pretty soon was slamming so hard into her cracks rippled across the wall, chunks breaking away until the air filled with dust.

“Hey! Trixie expects you to compensate her for that!”

“I can think of a few ways,” said Cadance. “Like...this!” She bit her lower lip and squirted on her lover's face and down her throat. Legs kicked and her bottom was soaked wet, clinging to the sheets below them. Her wings jutted to their full plume.

Shining Armor howled when his dick seemed to explode. He flooded his daughter with virile spunk, unloading a seemingly impossible amount, no doubt enhanced by whatever drug she'd fed him. Whinnying and whining under a series of multiple climaxes, he rode them out for well over a couple minutes, hilted balls deep in her while she orgasmed too.

“No fair. Everypony but Trixie is left satisfied.” She openly pouted.

“Just...hold on a sec,” wheezed Beatrix. “He'll be ready for more soon, trust me.”

It's true he already lusted for more. But for the moment he was content to revel in their afterglow, still locked within the slippery confines of his daughter, who'd proven equally talented as she was delectable. He kissed her one last time before he withdrew. Gently he set her down, a mixture of their excretions dripping down her soaked inner thighs. He slowly turned to Trixie.

The Prince picked her up by the barrel and tossed her over the bedside, face-down and ass up. “Unf,” she cried when he landed a swat on her wobbly ass. Wasting no time he pressed his weight atop Trixie and mounted her. She leaked with need, even before he savaged her velvety folds, carving open her sex. She squirmed and chewed on a pillow, shaking her rump and tail.

“Give it to her daddy,” murmured Beatrix in her sultriest tone with a hot breath into his twitching ear. “Put me inside of her!”

Maybe that was why she'd felt compelled to come here? To make certain she existed in this universe, too? Spurred on by her words, he hammered into her mouth, who openly squealed her appreciation. He yanked her mane and tail, pistoning away. Beatrix bit, sucked, and tugged on her mother's puckered asshole, flexing her tongue into the warm fissure.

Not wanting to leave anypony out, Belladonna turned her attention to Cadance, who mashed a hoof into her glistening twat. “Surely you have some fantasy I can help you fulfill, too? Hmm...” She considered everything in her proverbial bag of tricks. Through repeated experiments with Flurry Heart they'd concocted all kinds of potions in her dimension. She could temporarily switch genders or races, clone herself, alter her size, or shape-shift; whatever it took to make certain her partner was thoroughly satisfied. With a deft flick of the wrist she produced one of her many concoctions. “Ta-da!”

Cadance saw her own reflection in the tube which fizzled a neon pink. “What is it?”

“Just a little trick I learned.” Beatrix chugged it down, sigh as her taste buds tickled, and raised a hand to her mouth to cover a small burp. The effect was almost instantaneous once the warm contents settled in her belly, her flesh warping as she was paired in two halves. One part of the division was a human woman with violet skin, the other a unicorn who shared a platinum mane.

“Two of you? I certainly see how that could prove useful.” She relaxed while Beatrix opened the treasure chest, her instincts on point as she uncovered Trixie's stash of porn and sex toys all piled inside, including a wide variety of strap ons and lube.

“Mo...er, Trixie has some kinky tastes!” Her human half selected one with a dragon's barbed cock.

Cadance stared at the intimidating tool and swallowed hard. “Um, take it easy, okay? I bruise easily!” She shivered when the unicorn picked one with a knot and a barbed tip. “Mmph,” she cried when the pair pinned her between them, sandwiched by false cocks slathered in lubrication designed to smell of sexual musk. The bed creaked between all the lovers as they fucked.

The best part of being split in two? Beatrix had learned both halves shared the same sensations, her pleasures effectively doubled. A fact she now ruthlessly exploited for their benefit. “I can see why you're titled the Princess of Love,” the duo muttered in unison while they drove into her canals. Going limp with sheer bliss, Cadance rocked between them with repeated mewls, one false penis caressing her interior with its ridges, while the other one knotted her ass.

Unable to hold back anymore, Shining Armor loosed himself inside Trixie, slathering the eggs which rolled from her ovaries and down her fellopian tubes with spunk. They swam in a sea of wiggling sperm, fertile and welcoming, no doubt inseminated after the loads he packed so thoroughly into her womb it swelled almost to bursting. She sobbed tears of joy, cumming with him.

“Mommy,” whispered Beatrix to herself. Hopefully father could convince these mares to let him keep the foal that would no doubt soon fill Trixie's uterus. She continually nailed Cadance, groping and nibbling the Princess, as her father's bucks slowed into her mother. It was a surreal experience to witness her own creation, her nethers burning and inflamed with moisture.

She creamed herself hard. Lubrication erupted from the duo's twats and absolutely drenched the trapped Love Princess. Woman and unicorn alike squeezed and smacked her bouncy buttocks, leaving red prints upon her cutie marks. To help finish Cadance off the human took her horn into her lips, bobbing her head as she sucked it off with messy slurps.

Shining Armor and Trixie hurried over to help, the latter leaving a sticky trail behind her which stained the carpet. Hooves stroked her plumage as they laid little kisses and bites all over her. Soft coos escaped Cadance who wiggled about and swished her tail. “I-I love you,” she cried shutting her eyes tight when her fuckholes clenched and she found her own stream of release.

“Still erect?” Cadance stared at his thickness while her lovers withdrew from her. “You're insatiable!”

“Not his fault.” The human Beatrix dropped onto the sheets with a bounce and smirked. She tossed the still wet toys back into the treasure chest, figuring her mom could worry about clean up later. “How'd you like to finish on me?”

He looked to his love for guidance, and when she smiled he turned back and nodded. The unicorn Beatrix directed him to stand on his hindlegs, and she sunk down, nibbling, pulling, and sucking on his testicles and penis. Within moments Cadance and Trixie joined in, gazing into his eyes while they sucked him off, his future wife closing her lips around his cockhead.

His forehooves rested atop the domes of the other two and directed their laps. Their saliva mixed with his precum, cascading down the veiny surface. Sometimes the mother-and-daughter pair would caress tongues across his girth, sharing little playful kisses. At the same time the woman before him spread her legs and her flower open with a couple fingers, rubbing her clit.

Puss nectar slid from her gaped crevice and wetted her butthole. With her free hand Beatrix lifted a heavy milkjug to her mouth, closing her lips around it and suckling with loud slurps. The excess lactation dribbled down her udder.

At the same time the trio serving him masturbated too, wet schlicks sounding and beads of clear puss juice tossed everywhere. “I-Im close,” he hissed between clenched teeth, unable to hold back at the perverted sights before him. The woman's horn poked out and shimmered. Using her aura she aggressively fondled his prostate. He whinnied and blanked out.

Barely able to withdraw in time, Cadance was the first to be struck by a rope of cum which exploded all over her face, quickly shutting her eyes and keeping her tongue extended so that it was coated white. Trixie and unicorn Beatrix pressed their cheeks close to the Princess, taking similar facials which drenched their lolling tongues as well.

The human Belladonna didn't let up her anal assault. He aimed upon his daughter, starting with her face which he stained white, and moving down, more strings of jizz slapped upon her titties, her navel, and upon her foalhole and exit hole. She massaged his release into her sweaty, stained skin, more milk squirting from her nipples as she groped herself.

But mother had taught her being second-best wouldn't do. She needed to prove what a wonderful lay she was! She extended her aura's caresses to her counterpart, her mother, and the Princess, toying with their lower holes too in tandem. It didn't take long before they were all riding out fresh orgasms, their slimy sprays erupting all over her shiny, smooth flesh.

As Shining Armor squeezed out the last droplets he smiled in a dopey manner. Before him they were gargling his seed, trading it between them kissing and licking it off each other, before swallowing his load. How could something so 'wrong' feel so right...?

The group collapsed into a pile once they finally came down from their shared high. Cuddling upon the ruined bed, they relished the moment, a part of Belladonna wishing it could last forever. But she reminded herself this wasn't her Shining Armor, who she'd sadly lost, nor her Trixie who she hoped to visit again someday. Not to mention her dear half-sister, Flurry Heart!

A tired smile crossed Cadance. “Tell me you can visit again sometime..?”

“Maybe. It's complicated,” admitted human Beatrix. “But I'd certainly love to!” She touched her double and the pair fused back into her anthro shape. “Whew! That takes a lot out of me. My crotch'll probably be sore for a week, but it was worth it!”

“Liquid pride,” mumbled Shining Armor who sniffled and brushed aside a tear.

Trixie tilted her head and studied her carefully as if on the cusp of discovery. “Who are you, really? Groupie? Copycat? Evil clone from an alternate dimension?”

She poked her mother's snout which scrunched up. “Close! I'll tell you...someday. If dear Shiny here doesn't first!” He shot them a sheepish look. The temptation to confess the truth almost overwhelmed her; all she'd ever wanted to do was make her parents proud. But that would only make things awkward. No, better to wait until she got to know them better.

Father affectionately patted and squeezed her soft bottom a few times. She winked with a sly grin and pecked his lips.

“Well, it's about time I moved on again.” She dared not share the truths dawning on her; that she was a living manifestation of a key to the Necronomicon. A being that shouldn't exist, or so she'd once believed about herself, convinced she brought tragedies down on her loved ones. It was one of the reasons she'd decided to venture out into other realities.

Yet she dared not stay too long unless such horrors followed her elsewhere. No, she'd have to content herself with small visits. But if another Beatrix Belladonna was born in this Equestria, in a natural fashion, perhaps she wouldn't suffer the same curse?

She rose, plucked a towel from a rack, and cleaned herself off. Then she summoned back her ensemble, which materialized upon her. Wherever she went, there was no choice but to travel alone, never allowing herself to settle down in one area for too long. “I love you all.” She smiled wryly, turned to hide her teary eyes, and stabbed into the air with her pointer, slicing reality open and stepping into the low humming oval. Her cape and mane trailed behind her when she vanished from this dimension.