Beatrix Belladonna in the Planet of the OCs!

Chapters

Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4

Chapter 1

A bluish-white shimmer split the air, opening into an oval shape; a gateway split between reality. It hummed and glowed, its creator stepping out; Beatrix Belladonna, who skipped out into the verdant paradise before her. Heels crunched on the grass, her boots rising to her upper thighs, her arms similarly attired with fingerless gloves to her biceps. Her shapely figure was clad in a leotard, her cloak sweeping past her, clasped by her lucky charm, the eye-shaped Prima Materia.

Most curious was that all her attire resembled the coat of an Ursa Minor, swirling with cosmic patterns, her cone-shaped wide-brimmed hat framing a platinum mane with a tinge of violet that matched brighter eyes and darker skin.

“Come on, sister! This place looks safe enough!” She held onto her partner's wrist and pulled her through the portal with a mirthful laugh, cape fluttering behind her.

Behind her arrived her once rival turned adopted ally; Bellatrix Primadonna, former succubus now purified into her angelic state. Blonde hair with a slight curl trailed over skin so radiant it glowed, downy white wings pressed to her slender back, her blue eyes matching her pensive pout. “Are you certain it's safe?” She wore a scant white leotard of her own, closer to lingerie.

“Not really, but since when has that stopped me?” Beatrix shrugged it off and with a finger twirl closed the passage.

Bellatrix sighed, resigned. “Looks nice enough, I guess.” Everywhere they turned there were exotic flora, some in neon or pastels, the skies blue with the sun's rays kissing them. The breeze carried a bevy of pleasant scents.

Cutting through the brambles and thickets, a pair of figures emerged to block their path. The first thing she noticed was that the crystal pony twins were familiar; closely followed by the fact that both were stark naked, save for the lacy head dresses and garters around their thighs the maids were adorned with. “Welcome,” they said in unison with a bow, and the sun's rays made them shine, their coats like coral.

“Foal-Bearer and Wet Nurse?!” She recalled the two who served under Cadance, their curvacious forms a prism of rainbow colors that sparkled in the sun, their manes in neatly-trimmed bobcuts. “Uh, why are you-”

“It's the custom of this world,” noted Wet Nurse who was identifiable by her larger bust and shorter stature.

“More of a law really,” added Foal-Bearer. “Not strictly enforced, of course, but we do ask that everyone follows it.”

Before Beatrix could even begin to formulate an argument, they were upon her, undoing her costume piece-by-piece and discarding it upon the grass. Shrugging, she lifted her arms to help them. “Even the hat?” She pulled on its brim.

“Only if you like,” said Wet Nurse with a wink. “Accessories are allowed.”

“Good! Because I'd really feel naked without it,” quipped Beatrix who paused to stretch.

The twins turned to Bellatrix who curtly said, “No need.” With a hand wave she banished her costume into the ether and allowed her ample form to spill free. “I find clothing a nuisance most of the time, anyhow.”

“Feel free to leave your belongings here. No one shall bother them. Please, follow us.”

Daintily the twins led them further into the vast wilderness, Foal-Bearer's hips and buttocks a tad wider than her sister's, the siblings swiveling rather hypnotically in unison. Much as Beatrix admittedly enjoyed the sensuous sight, she focused most of her attention on this strange new planet; its oddness mostly in how peaceful it all appeared, a true paradise.

They were taken on a short tour further in, where the crystal mares led them through a maze of trees. After an hour passed the sisters paused and turned back to them. Foal-Bearer asked, “I take it you've become more accustomed to our world now?”

“What she means is we simply wanted to welcome you,” said Wet Nurse. “If you'd prefer to explore on your own...”

Beatrix heaved her shoulders. “Maybe I will. What about you, sister?”

“I'll stick with them for now,” answered Bellatrix. “I'm sure you could use some time alone. We'll meet up later.”

“Sounds good! See you later!” With a wink Beatrix skipped off on her lonesome, satisfied they were safe her. What few animals she'd seen so far, mostly birds, were docile and blended into the scenery. Her ears flicked at their rustling and coos, which added to the tranquil atmosphere which permeated the air itself each time she inhaled with a puff of her bosom.

Skipping with a hum into this wonderland, the area opened up, a sparkly lake in its center. Nor was she alone; swimming in the waters was a stallion with leathery bat wings, a charcoal gray to compliment his darker, thick fur coat. Spots covered his snout, his short mane and tail a dark red, his eyes a brighter hue with slit pupils. Cautiously, she edged closer to the lakeside.

“Hello!” He waved with a smile, waded closer.

She jumped, caught by surprise. “Um...hi! My name's Beatrix Belladonna-”

“Crimson Star. But my friends call me Shaggy,” he noted with a nod at his soaked fur. He clambered out beside her, to her surprise shorter than her, rivulets of water dripping down his muscles. “Hey, that's an interesting cutie mark!”

She looked over her shoulder at her mark; a swirling cosmos which denoted her ability to travel between dimensions. “You like? I'm flattered!” She fluttered her lashes with a smirk. “Hmm.” She studied his own; a red supergiant star.

He turned aside with a nervous chuckle. “Heh, well, I have an interest in astronomy.”

She tilted her head, hands clasped behind her. “An astronomer, huh?”

“Just a hobby. I'm a guard, well, I rose up to corporal actually...” He blushed. “But with how peaceful things are here I don't have to worry about my duties too much! I can't complain about all the free time, though! Keeps me in shape.”

“And what a nice shape it is,” she teased with a trace of her fingernail over his pecs. “Maybe we can watch the stars tonight?”

“Sure! I'll be here.” His eyes trailed after a butterfly that floated past. She left him to it and moved on, took a moment to watch him swim back into the waters with a subdued splash, thankful that the creatures here appeared rather friendly.

However she didn't venture far before she encountered another further into the lake in the middle of a bath; a draft stallion pegasus, blue-coated with a darker shaded mane and tail, both in a wild style. His wingspan was unusually large, his body well-toned, naked save for golden rings around his wrists and ankles. Noticing her, he wandered over onto land.

His cutie mark was a blue flame with small sparks of electricity around it. She noted he was quite well-hung, yet moved like he was oblivious to that fact, stretching as rivulets of water fell off him onto the shore. “Nice to meet you! My name's Midnight Blitzer.” She shook his hand and introduced herself, unable to stop staring; thankfully, he didn't appear to mind!

“So,” said Beatrix. “Tell me a little about yourself?”

“I'm part of the military and continue to rise through the ranks. It's peaceful here, but better to keep prepared, I say. Other than that I'm just living the best life I can, like everyone here. Some like to call me the 'Wolf'.” He popped his muscles, twisting and flexing his full plumage. “I don't really have any family left. Honestly, I try not to think about my past much.”

“That's understandable. I travel most of the time myself,” she replied with a coy wink.

“Always best to do what you can while you're young,” he noted with a warm smile. “You look like you've been through quite a bit, too.” His gaze trailed over her and she smirked, posing like he was about to sketch her naked form.

“A little, here-and-there. Nothing I can't handle! Catch you later?”

He paused and cracked his knuckles. “Hope so. I can show you some exercises, if you like. Help keep you in shape.”

With a wave Beatrix moved on. She approached the end of the lake, where another was submerged in the dark waters. This one was female, a hybrid between a merpony, hippogriff, and a kelpie. Her coat was a darker shade of blue, her mane and tail red-and-black, and her cutie mark was a stylized heart surrounding a treble clef. “You must be Beatrix Belladonna,” she said. “The twins told us you were coming. I'm Aiya Gale Runner, a Princess sent to learn under Celestia. And this here's my boyfriend-”

“Damien Runner!” From nowhere swooped down a hybrid between an earth pony, zebra, and bat pony. “Former royal guard, and in an open relationship with Aiya.” He pressed close to her, his wings flapped. His mane and tail were dark with a green tinge, and his cutie mark resembled a robot's face, blue, white, and red, with a faceplate.

The couple left the waters, and she followed alongside them. Aiya sang, and Damien continued to hover, both of them basking in the sun. “You're a cute couple,” said Beatrix. “I'm a little envious, actually! Ah, to find romance...”

“It's rather wonderful,” said Aiya with a flutter of her lashes at her partner.

He chuckled. “So you're a magician, huh Beatrix? Try a spell on me.”

“Hmm, okay. Nothing dangerous of course,” said Beatrix who attempted to wrap him in her aura with a flare of her horn...only for the magic to dissipate. Her cheeks colored. “Huh? Uh, I might be a tad rusty, but-”

Aiya tittered. “He's immune to magic.”

“Wow, that's handy! No wonder you were sought after for the Royal Guard,” said Beatrix who drank in their forms.

“Might be related to my cutie mark." He shrugged. "Ah, here we are!” They had walked through more forestry areas and emerged by a beach. Waves lapped on the sands and slapped their bare feet. Damien looked to Aiya. “How about a-”

“Walk on the beach? I'd love to!” Aiya sidled close as she could to him and beamed.

"Then let's head out," he said with another loop, leaving a blur behind before he landed.

The couple strolled away, Aiya signing and Damien doing some loops beside her. Taking a moment to watch, Beatrix paused at the seashore and watched the sun begin to set.

She squatted down by some shiny seashells, hummed and collected a few, only to realize she hardly had anywhere to store them. Shrugging, she removed her hat and tossed her treasures in with a titter.

She recalled her promise to watch the stars with one of the new friends she made and hurried back. It certainly wouldn't do to be rude, especially to someone she just met!

In the distance she could still see the couple who went about their business, passed the soldier, and made her way back to the one interested in astronomy, thankfully in time for the first stars to peek out...

Author's Note

Order of OCs was chosen by a random number generator. Don't worry, anyone who's OC didn't make it in will appear next chapter, although I can't promise when it will drop!

Thank you to everyone who submitted so far, the more info given the better so I can understand and hopefully portray your character more accurately!

Chapter 2

For Beatrix Belladonna it was a quiet, yet nevertheless eventful night. She watched the stars with Crimson Star, seated by him on a cliff side that overlooked this paradise. He pointed at the constellations, told her a little about them, and she couldn't help but think it rather romantic, her heart swelling when she saw Aiya Gale Runner and Damien Runner walk the shores below.

Afterward she met up with Midnight Blitzer and joined his exercise sessions, only to soon end up in a sweaty heap, huffing and unable to keep up with the disciplined soldier. Between pants she muttered, “I'm pooped.”

Collapsing on her back, her breasts rose-and-fell with each winded breath, her glazed over eyes staring at the pale moon which shone on them all. Her sole concern, the seashells she'd collected, had been handed to Lotus Moon for safekeeping, much to her relief.

When she finally snapped back awake her ears twitched to the sounds of birds and insects. “Oh sorry, I didn't mean to be rude, uh-” But when she sat up and looked around, Midnight was nowhere to be seen, dawn falling on this verdant world.

Shrugging, she hopped to her bare feet, wiggling her toes in the earth. Moist patches of grass surrounded her, a bevy of scents that made her nostrils flare carried on the wind. “Ugh.” She clasped her growling stomach. “Maybe he went to get food? Is hunting allowed here, or do they just subsist on all the fresh fruit? I'll have to ask when I have a chance!”

Following the first trail she spotted, her cone hat flopped on her head amidst her stroll. She heard a faint rush of water nearby, and ventured towards it, until a sparkling waterfall came into view. “Welcome,” came a soft-spoken voice.

Beatrix froze. “Uh, hello! I'm-”

“No need to announce yourself,” the feminine voice answered kindly. “We've all been told to expect you.” From behind the waters emerged an anthropomorphic ram, her curled horns a soft gray. Her curly wool resembled hair, whitish-gray in shade, her body like bluish ash. Her eyes were a dark gold, her head of wool like a pair of simple braids, connected by a silver bell.

She appeared to be in her early thirties, cheeks lined with experience that beget age and wisdom. “I am Oona Ewe. A pleasure to make your acquaintance.” She took a small bow, cascades rolling over her curves. “Please, make yourself at home.”

She settled on the bank next to the ram. “I hope you don't take offense, but I've never met a creature like you.”

Oona tittered softly. “Let me tell you of a legend. A mystic forest, said to take those who stray too far to a spirit world. As a shaman, alongside my fellow guardians of virtue, I seek to preserve the spirit realm and protect the mortal realm from the harms caused by the vice lords and their followers.” Gently she took Beatrix's hand. “I sense you carried a similar burden.”

“Yes...but I'd like to think most of that's behind me. Especially after my last adventure.” She shuddered.

Pursing her lips in sympathy Oona said, “Our destinies can never truly be escaped. Merely postponed.” With a wave of her hand the ram caused more flowers to spontaneously sprout on the bank, a colorful smorgasbord. “For instance, I am known as the Dreamweaver, blessed with knowledge of the arcane arts. I cannot deny who I am, even if I wished to.”

Beatrix gulped. “I used to try and ignore a part of me. A monster called the Demiurge that lived inside me. I sealed it up inside the Necronomicon, well, more like some friends of mine did it, but I helped out! Still, is it really gone for good?”

Oona paused a moment with a squeeze of her palm. “I had a premonition the moment
we met. Allow me to read your fortune.” She closed her eyes in concentration. “Hmm. You are far from the first vagabond I've helped. However, I'm not certain how much I should share, at least until the time is-”

An explosion of water like a massive bubble popping caught their attention. Beatrix cried, “What's that?!”

Instantly on her feet Oona said, “A wounded water spirit, lashing out in pain!” She rushed into the waters, and after a moment's hesitation, Beatrix waded in after the shaman. “Are you capable of healing magic?”

“Afraid not. Mostly misdirection and offensive spells,” admitted Beatrix who arrived beside her before the cloud of translucent liquid which struggled to take a solid shape. “Still, my mentor showed me how to unite and bolster someone's magic!”

“Good then.” Ewe took her hand and their hands and horns flared with energy.

“If only Bellatrix were here,” mumbled Beatrix between chants as an aside. “She can heal a little-”

“Focus,” warned Oona. They resumed their chanting, her palm's alight with a golden radiance. Gradually the elemental started to still itself, trying to take a humanoid, ambiguous shape. “No,” she wailed when it erupted with a splash.

Beatrix ducked on instinct, but the trails of water congealed into solid extensions. These multitudes wrapped around the pair, traced over their curves, with a soothing, sensuous touch. She couldn't help but giggle and squirm under its caresses.

“I see,” said Oona. “The poor creature needs some form of release and thinks it can provide for us in return.”

“R-reminds me of the Smooze,” noted Beatrix between mirthful laughter that Oona joined in on. They were bound all over, stroked by the watery tendrils, beads trailing down their curvacious forms which glistened in the morning sun. It was like a dozen tongues were upon them, light, delicate teases left with each pass that made them tingle all over.

Heated breaths escaped between their teeth, their faces burning scarlet, until the spirit withdrew, docile and satisfied.

Beatrix landed on her butt in pool. “That was intense.”

“Indeed. But we have calmed it. Thank you.” Oona pressed the creature to her bosom, cradled it like a newborn.

“No problem! Guess I'd better head out, though. Lot's more people to meet!” She waved at her.

“Take care of yourself. May we meet many more times in the future.”

Heart still racing after that encounter, Beatrix trekked ever onward, through the thickets and down an incline. She plucked a few berries on her way, hoped that they were safe since they looked like ones she'd eaten in similar dimensions, and chewed them into a sweet mush while she walked. All the while she dripped dry, enshrouded by a zephyr that whirled around her.

She traveled almost a mile before she heard clanks in a rhythmic fashion. With tentative steps she made her way closer, left a wet trail behind her, until her skin was almost dried out. A plume of smoke rose in the distance, originating from an enclosed, simple workshop tucked away in this remote region. A sizzle sounded, water hissing and steaming, a red-hot tool placed upon an anvil. Gloved hands held it in place, and a small hammer was raised, the metal beaten into shape by the blacksmith.

Unable to help herself, she watched him from behind, or more like leered. Somehow the apron he wore to protect himself made him appear even more naked. She noticed the minotaur was slightly smaller and less built compared to most of the muscular behemoths of his kind she'd encountered. His silver coat shimmered, messy dark brown hair down to his neck.

Despite his lean stature she noted he was quite built, especially below, where his hung member swung. “Oh, excuse me.” He set his tools aside and swung to face her. “I didn't expect you so soon. I'm Moon Hammer.” He undid his apron's knot.

Beatrix quirked a brow. “I thought covering up was forbidden here...?”

“In most cases yes. Forgive my rudeness for appearing before you clothed, you caught me unawares.” He tossed his articles of clothing aside, chiseled musculature lined in a perspiration sheen. “This is an exception to aid in my work. One of many reasons I choose solitude out here. It's also an opportunity to help prove myself to my village, and seek a potential mate.”

Beatrix blushed. “Well, you are pretty handsome-”

He chuckled with a shake of his head, crossing his arms. “No, I seek a cow who will accept me as her lover. But I doubt any will accept me until I've proven my worthiness. I'm smaller than most of my kind, but it's given me a certain advantage.”

“And that is...?”

“Allow me to demonstrate!” He charged over to her side, quicker than one of her mother's magic tricks. “I'm faster than most of my tribe. A worthwhile tradeoff, I think. Are you perhaps interested in checking out my wares?”

“I'll take a look. But I don't have any money on me,” she admitted uncertain if bits were currency here.

Moon Hammer shrugged. “Take your time. You're always welcome to return here.”

She clasped her hands behind her and bowed over, breasts hanging with a slight sway when she studied the various immaculately crafted tools. “They're really well made. But I wouldn't think they're need much in such a peaceful place?”

“You'd be surprised. They can make life easier, not to mention more comfortable.” He plucked a cloth and toweled down his body, the stench of oil and metal in the air. She couldn't help but find it rather masculine, and made him seem even cuter. “For instance, you've met Damien Runner, right? Those wings of his are actually experimental prosthetic he's testing for me.”

“Wow,” she whispered recalling a version of Flurry Heart she knew was working on a similar project.

“I could always use more testers. You ever wanted to try flying?” He picked up a pair of metal wings.

She rubbed her chin. “I might take you up on that next time I'm here.” She winked. “Hope to see you later!”

“Thank you for coming. And good luck in your travels.” With that he turned to resume his labors.

Taking a last moment to admire him, Beatrix set out once more. Several minutes past while she trekked ever deeper into the blindingly colorful forests, but eventually she came upon another simple settlement in the midst of nowhere. Carved stones were arranged in a formation, a solitary figure seated on a smooth surface, a female adorned by black-and-white striped stockings that came to her upper, slender thighs, a purple scarf that trailed behind her with a flutter, and a beret which sat upon dark hair that ended in light pink curls, same as her tail. Heeled black shoes emphasized her small, delicate feet.

Her pointy ears were cat-like, as were her large eyes, that were a shade of light purple. She lounged with a hand on her hip, raising her other and beckoning the witch over. “Mon dieu,” she said in a heavy Prench accent. “You are Beatrix, oui?”

“Yes! Hello!” She moved closer and noticed the nubile newcomer's eyes were vacant. “Um...are you, er, blind?”

“I am, mademoiselle. I am Shimmer Shade, artist extraordinaire! I may not see as others do, but a friend of mine opened my third eye, and now I can see the auras of all things; not to mention specters and other paranormal entities invisible to the naked eye. I was told to paint the world with my new brush and easel.” She wiggled her fingers, flowers growing and winding into miniature statues threaded over innumerable times. “Ah, and I perceive a certain darkness around you...?”

“Must be residual energy from the Demiurge,” she muttered recalling the abomination she'd been separated from. “That, or maybe I spent so much time around Sombra he rubbed off on me? Good thing I never dabbled in the dark arts...”

Shimmer Shade mused, “I may look unusual, mademoiselle, but I assure you I'm an earth pony.”

Beatrix snapped out of her reverie. “Huh? Oh, sorry! Spaced out for a moment.” It was almost like the artist could sense her feelings, or maybe it was due to reading her aura?

“You wish us to be more familiar, oui? In my spare time I like to meditate and listen to Octavia's lovely music. Are you familiar with her and Rarity?” Beatrix nodded and Shimmer Shade continued. “Rarity is a dear friend of mine.”

“Hmm, so Octavia and Rarity exist somewhere on this planet too,” she noted to herself.

Shimmer Shade turned towards the forests and continued to shape more sprouting flowers into beautiful, artistic creations that were almost blinding with their richness of myriad colors. “The twins remind me of another friend of mine.”

Beatrix quirked an eyebrow. “Foal-Bearer and Wet Nurse?”

“S'il vous plait. My dear friend Winter Mist is also a crystal pony maid. Unfortunately, her mind was so broken under Sombra's rule she only knows how to obey. Another friend of mine, Red Velvet, helps me look after her.”

Beatrix shuddered. Her relationship with Sombra was certainly...complicated. The version she knew had went from her bitter enemy to reluctant ally, united against a common foe, until he'd become her mentor and possible lover. Ultimately she had stepped aside rather than come between his relationship with Inky Rose, and while he'd turned over a new leaf, a certain darkness still remained in him. Nor could she simply ignore all the terrible things he'd done, despite her affection for him.

Yet could one ever truly make up for such crimes? She had decided it was better to simply put the past behind them and attempt to move forward. He could certainly do much for his world now, and she was hardly sinless either, with her connections to the Necronomicon and the eldritch abomination the Demiurge, now sealed away within its labyrinthine confines for eternity.

“You've given me a lot to think about. Thanks,” said Beatrix.

“You are welcome, mademoiselle. Visit anytime.” Shimmer Shade smiled toothily.

Deciding that thinking about such things were too heavy for the moment, Beatrix moved on and sucked in a breath of fresh air, so pungent with smells she could almost taste it. Grass crunched beneath her feet on her walk,

A rustle in the treetops gave her pause. On a limb perched a pegasus mare, legs swung over the side, a scroll and dipped feather with ink in hand. Her bright orange coat was lined in black stripes, bushy black hair framed her green eyes, her physique average aside from her flat-chest. “Excuse me, traveler between worlds. I am known as Tiger Tornado.”

“Oh, hello!” Beatrix stared at at her and took a moment to admire her quill pen over paper cutie mark.

“And a fine day to you too.” Tiger Tornado set her now dried scroll aside after she rolled it up, placed the feather in a bottle of ink, and unfurled her plume before she carefully glided down to meet her. “It's always nice to see a new face.”

“Tee-hee.” Beatrix smirked. “Say, may I ask what you were writing?”

A light blush colored Tiger's cheeks. “Poetry. Some of it is for the School of Friendship, where I am a student. For my mother, the dearest person to my heart.” She laid a slender hand over her bosom. “And to the one I adore, Queen Chrysalis.”

“I see.” Beatrix's experiences with Chrysalis had been far from pleasant, but she knew from her travels that individuals could be quite varied across dimensions. Perhaps she was far less cruel, spiteful, and vain here?

“You are rather lovely,” observed Tiger Tornado who surveyed her form.

“You too! I love the stripes! Can I...touch them?” Tiger nodded, and Beatrix traced over the dark lines which adorned her curves. She moaned low in appreciation, flexing her wingspan. “You seem rather sensitive. Fitting, since you're the artistic sort!” She continued to placed her fingertips over them, following the lines that marked her thin fur coat.

“Mmm. You have my gratitude,” she murmured with half-lidded eyes and a tail swish. “Perhaps a massage later?”

“I'd love to! Granted, I don't have much experience with that...” She clasped her hands behind her and kicked a foot.

“No worries. Foal-Bearer and Wet Nurse are instructing Bellatrix at the moment. I am sure they would be happy to teach you as well. I look forward to our next encounter,” she murmured with a flutter of her eyelashes.

Beatrix giggled and felt herself heat up all over. “So do I!” And with a spring in her step, she skipped off.

On the trail the horizon was framed by a mountain that loomed skyward. Clouds trailed in the blue skies, and birds wheeled overhead, the sun almost unbearably bright. She squinted and ducked under her hat's brim.

“Hey, newcomer.” The voice, while not aggressive, boomed with a deep baritone.

“Ah.” Beatrix paused before the anthropomorphic dragoness who lounged on a cliff.

“Call me Warwyn.” She rose to her full height of eight feet, casting a shadow over the witch. Wingless, her scales were blue, with a purple underbelly. Instead of the usual spines that adorned most dragons, hers were scaly tendrils that resembled dreadlocks. She swished her tail, which resembled a bio-luminescent spearhead. “Did you come all this way to visit me?”

“Sure did! I mean, I don't really have any idea who I'll encounter, but I've already crossed quite a few on my travels! You're different from any other dragon I've met, though!” She thought back to Spike, a friend of hers who'd often suffered a tragic fate n various dimensions...but at least he'd always made his sacrifices for those he loved. “Ember's probably the closest...?”

“Yes, Ember and I used to compete all the time.” Her nostrils flared as she breathed a small plume of purple fire, her claws reaching into a pile of shimmery jewels nearby and chomping down on them with a crunch. “Heh, delicious!”

“You're really beautiful,” said Beatrix who watched the sun's rays catch her scales.

Warwyn puffed up her chest with pride, her breasts particularly bountiful. “I do my best to keep in shape. The long swims I like to take certainly help. Not so much the food,” she admitted unable to stop chowing down on gemstones. “Say, want to see something?” She reached over and lifted up an intricate golden necklace she placed on herself. “A gift from my father.”

“It suits you.” From her experience dragons were rather prideful and competitive, and while Warwyn was no exception, she also seemed rather laid back down to her relaxed posture.

“A reminder of him. My mum is too old and senile to get by on her own, so I look after her.” She flicked her fin ears. “I also like to read, whenever I get the chance. Typically dragons don't bother with that, which is why our race is so behind. Most of them just rely on brute force. Luckily Ember, Smolder, and Spike have helped them branch out over time!”

“Good to hear dragons are doing well here. I'd think this planet would be a little uncomfortable to them?”

She puffed out her breast with a smirk. “Dragons come in all types. Some breathe stuff like ice or toxins, and we don't all have wings as you see, but hey, maybe that's why I'm smarter than most to make up for it?”

“Could be! I'm sure you must have quite the treasure trove, too?” Beatrix tilted her head aside.

“Yep, I've filled my lair with a fortune to make my mum more comfortable. We also get stronger with the more stuff we collect, but we've gotta be careful too, or else greed can make us run out of control. Happened to Spike, once.”

Beatrix nodded. “Twilight Sparkle told me that tale. Or was it Rarity? Sweetie Belle?” She scratched her head. When she'd first traveled between dimensions, sometimes she'd suffer slight memory loss as a consequence, thankfully mitigated with practice. But some of her more distant recollections still bled together. “Guess I'll catch you later?”

“Count on it,” said Warwyn who reclined on her side, a claw resting on her bare, scaly hip.

Spinning on her heel, Beatrix followed the incline, still framed by the mountainside, towards a river that flowed below. A drink sounded nice about now, and the pristine water certainly looked safe, like everything here. She noticed someone was already on the riverbank, reclining in the shade, and she padded over with the hope he wouldn't mind company.

His rich brown fur was like dark chocolate, a mass of fluff on his chest. Jet black mane and tail skirt ended in their tips with a mixture of brown, styled into dreadlocks, tied by blue hair bands. Dark stockings adorned his hands and feet. Most striking of all were a pair of wings so large they dwarfed even Celestia's, similarly marked like his hair.

Dark brown eyes that were like inky pools swung in her direction, the left one branded by three claw marks. Between that an the dragon tattoos on his shoulders, not to mention the twin swords made from mammoth teeth he kept nearby, her heart thudded and she swallowed with a step backward. “Uh, sorry! I-I can see you're busy right now, so-”

He chuckled with a grin. “Don't be afraid,” he said in a deep yet soft-spoken tone. “Stay.”

“I'm not sure...” Despite his appearance he appeared friendly. Normally she avoided confrontation whenever possible, but without her cape she could hardly drop a smoke bomb, and besides, wasn't violence forbidden here? Worst come, she could open a portal, slip away, and return for Bellatrix later. “Oh, all right. You're not the moody type, I hope?”

“Not for me to say.” He shrugged with a bull-like snort. “Hmm, you're a cute one.”

She smiled and posed for him with a hand on her hip. “You think so?”

“Yeah.” His eyes trailed over her in approval. “Although you look kinda familiar.”

“I'm Trixie Lulamoon's and Shining Armor's daughter. Well, the ones from the dimension I hail from. It's hard to explain.”

He shook his head and ran a hand through his mane, scratching it. “No, I follow. Oona Ewe also arrived from another reality. Her theory is this planet pulls in travelers from the multi-verse. Foal-Bearer and Wet Nurse claim they've lived here forever, but many of the others aren't so sure. Their memories are all foggy, almost like this place lulls us into a relaxed stupor.”

Beatrix surveyed the area. “Sinister. But hey, I wouldn't want to leave here, either! So, tell me more about yourself.”

“I'm Golden Fang Ryu Shenron Konton, known as The Red Dragon and The Beast Tamer, but most call me Goldie or Fang. I'm part pegasus...” He flexed his plume. “...part Kirin.” His extended fingers popped out claws. “I love music, animals, and mares, and wish to find a loving mate to help me form a herd with.” He stood and turned to show off his chiseled backside.

Her eyes trailed over a pair of feathered garnet, red, and yellow dragon wings tattooed on his sculpted back, down to his powerful buttocks, branded by cutie marks that were a golden saber tooth cat's head. She drooled a little, then shook it away, her tone playful and her hands cupped behind her when she asked, “Are you flirting with me?”

Slowly he turned to her. “Maybe I am.” He moved so close she felt his body heat radiate with her own.

She giggled with half-lidded eyes. “I can't stay forever, though. Sorry.”

“That's a shame.” He retried his 'costume' situated nearby, the white bandana covered in dragon scales which he tied around his neck, a black stetson with a golden feather he placed on his head alongside a black bandana wrapped into place, and black boots with fiery symbols emblazoned on them that made them appear to literally be afire, especially when he moved.

Lastly he retrieved the twin swords which he secured to his back. “Are you hungry?”

“Starved!” Her bare tummy rumbled when she rubbed it.

“Where I came from it wasn't forbidden to eat meat, but it was considered a taboo for ponies. I was a hunter who came into conflict with the caribou.” He growled and hissed at the memory, slammed his tail skirt to the ground, which unfurled into blades. “Oh, sorry. I'm not sure you've run into them. I've been told they've overrun a version of Equestria...”

Beatrix nodded. “Sounds like the Eldritch. They wiped out a few planets, chasing me across dimensions...” She closed her eyes and pressed down the dark memories. “But let's not talk about that. This is a nice place, and I hope it stays that way! And if something is amiss here, well, I'll help you all deal with it!” She gripped his shoulder and offered him a tender squeeze.

“Thank you. I want to keep the peace here, whatever it takes.” His eyes locked with hers, running a hand through her platinum tresses. “Should you change your mind, the offer stands. I'm sure you'd bear beautiful foals.”

She flushed bright and fluttered her lashes. “Tee-hee.... Pretty sure I'm not capable of that, though. Not certain if it's because of my connection to the Necronomicon, this ability to travel between worlds I inherited thanks to the Demiurge I think, or maybe I ended up sterile once that abomination was severed from me?” Her mind raced with all the possibilities, and she shrugged.

“You certainly have the body for it.” His gaze washed over her full breasts with wide nipples, slender waist, and foal-bearing hips that led into wide thighs and shapely buttocks. He finished on the cleft of her labia.

“Children would mean I'd have to settle down. No thanks! I'm nowhere near ready for that, if ever! Wouldn't mind some proper companionship, though!” She pressed her nakedness to his own, and the sky darkened a tad, as he used his wings to sweep in the rain clouds which broke into a cool shower that misted around them. “Ooh, you're a romantic one indeed.”

Her fingers linked with his own, and in truth, she hesitated to move on. The rivulets of water beaded on their flesh and rolled down his muscles and her curves. Their wet manes clung to their skin. She doffed her hat, titled her face forward, rested her forehead on his, her head tilted so her horn didn't poke him.

“I believe in respecting the ways of Mother Nature, choosing friends carefully, and keeping them close. To be kind and compassionate, to never abandon one's true loved ones.” His rich voice was practically a whisper in her ears, which flicked in response. Few she'd encountered had ever had this effect on her...with Sombra the one she remembered most.

She also noted that, with his half-erect mast pressed against her, he at least rivaled and perhaps surpassed Moon Hammer in length and girth? Tempted as she was to ask them both their size, she decided against it. “W-well...I'd better move on now,” she whispered in fear she wouldn't be able to leave if she stuck around here too long and put her hat back in place. “Don't worry, I'm sure we'll meet again!”

“Come back soon,” he murmured running his hands down her back to rest on her butt, which his palms squeezed a couple times. With a titter she kissed him on his nose tip and withdrew from his grasp. “Oh, almost forgot.” He handed her one of his rations. “Don't worry, there's no meat. Just salted bread, mostly. Should keep you going for a while.”

“Thanks, sweetie!” She winked and turned, lingered for a moment to let him linger on her backside, the way it and her hips swayed with her slow, sensuous movements. At the same time she munched on the food he'd given with a crunch.

She retreated and wandered alongside the riverbank, a salty flavor lingering on her tongue. Gray clouds followed her, the atmosphere moody yet relaxed. Raindrops patted on and around her, a miasma snaking around her bared ankles.

Another hour languished before she came upon the next creature she'd meet that day.

Swimming in the river was an Amazonian unicorn who stood at eight feet tall, with snow-white fur. Her eyes were like sapphires, her mane and tail black with white stripes. While well-toned she was noticeably feminine with a certain delicate touch to her arms, and wide, firm hips on thick thighs. Not to mention breasts so large each swelled above the size of her head.

“Well hello there,” said the Amazon who rose from the waters. Beatrix went wide-eyed, seeing the massive member swinging between her thighs. “Like what you see? I'm Zafire Heart.” She fully emerged onto the bank, posing like a statue, the drops rolling over muscles and curves. Turning slightly, she showed off her cutie mark, a sapphire heart with two swords crossed through it and a pair of white wings around it. “Mmm, I love cute little mares.” She strode closer to her.

“Th-thanks,” replied Beatrix with a nervous smile, enveloped by the Amazon's silhouette. She had to take it back...now this was easily the most built person she'd ever met! “S-so...tell me about yourself?”

Zafire grinned down on her. “Look all you want. I'm a private coach. Do you practice any sports?” Beatrix shook her head. “Shame, you could use a little tone. You look nice and soft, though. Mind if I touch?” Shaking her head that she didn't mind, Zafire cupped Belladonna's tits and firmly kneaded them, her nipples swelling erect into her palms. “Very smooth and squishy.”

“Hee-hee...” Beatrix had to admit that, while muscular women weren't really her type, she was pretty hot in her own way. Likewise she preferred a full male or female, but couldn't deny the mix was rather alluring in small doses.

“Anyhow, more about me...” Zafire continued to think it over, hands wandering over Beatrix, groping her breasts, buttocks, and thighs. “I enjoy good food and a beer, but I can't hold my alcohol much. I don't have much time for politics or certain aristocrats, like Prince Blueblood...” She scrunched up her face in annoyance.

“Blueblood and I were never too close,” admitted Beatrix. The one she'd known had been converted into a mare by the cult of the Nemesis, the same cultists who had unleashed the Necronomicon and caused her friends and family so much hell.

“I also like to spend lots of time in bars and clubs, where I can pick up cuties like you. In some places I'm known as a Goddess of sex whose even outlasted Fleur de Lis. Would you like to try me out?”Her partly swelled meat pressed upon Beatrix's mound.

“U-um...maybe some other time?” Curious as she was, Beatrix was afraid to have that monster shoved inside her!

“I don't like the cold much as I get sick easily. Rainy days are my favorite. I also like the beach. Gives me a chance to show off this body I've worked so hard on, and let everyone admire me.” She flexed her musculature with a grimace. “I used to work at Canterlot District as a judge, but since crime is pretty much unheard of here, I've pretty much spent my free time in retirement.”

Thinking it over, Beatrix wondered if they were often bored here? Then again, so far she'd only seen wilderness, and surely there was plenty of entertainment to be had in civilization? She'd already seen that books and poetry still existed here, alongside sports, drinking, and apparently clubs, but she questioned how much value money really had here? Well, she decided it hardly mattered. She stepped back from Zafire. “Whew, I'm pretty bushed by now. Maybe I should find somewhere to rest.”

“Stop by any time,” said Zafire who smacked her on the ass, making it wobble and leaving a red mark.

With a laugh Beatrix headed out. She walked for quite a while in attempt to find a suitable rest spot, drank handfuls of water on the way, and eventually the waters gave way to another beach. The drizzle had stopped and sunlight peeked out anew.

In the sands reclined a unicorn mare, fairly tall and athletic, with wide hips and smallish breasts. Her coat was sea green, her silver mane pulled into a ponytail, and her warm eyes a vivid purple. “Hey there, stranger!” She waved her over.

Beatrix beamed and ventured over. “You look like another sporty type!”

“Sure am! Name's Seabreeze, babe. Did ya come to surf with me?” Her horn lit up and she telekinetically floated over a couple of boards wrapped in her aura. “Brought a spare, just in case. Tide's almost in and I could use some competition!”

“Sorry, I've never tried that. Other than what I do for stage magic I'm not really a physical sort,” she admitted.

"No prob." Seabreeze sat up and patted the area before her where the witch settled. "Just decided to chill here for a while. You?"

"Seeing the sights, meeting some people."

Seabreeze smiled. "Cool. I think a nice way to know someone is a little competition. Wanna swim?" She nodded her head at the ocean.

"Hmm, I'll try. Doubt I can win, however..."

She waved that away. "No worries, if you have fun it's all good!" Rising and running into the tide, she dived upon reaching a deeper portion. "Whew! Come on in!"

Beatrix placed her hat behind some rocks and then followed her in. She laughed with Seabreeze, breathed in deep the salty air.

The pair swam in circles, and Beatrix pushed herself to keep pace, huffing. "You're taking it easy on me, I can tell. No way I can win!" She rested on her back and let herself drift.

"Don't beat yourself up, babe. Just chill and have a nice time." Seabreeze lit her horn anew and lifted up a cluster of seashells.

"Pretty! Like a sea of stars," mused Beatrix.

"Thanks! Telekinesis is my specialty. Rather than learn a ton of spells like some unicorns, I decided to hone this one." She made the shells dance in wild patterns." I also got a degree in physics and applied thaumaturgy to help with that. Usually, I apply it to my stunts when I'm on my snowboard, skateboard, or surfboard. I have a small reputation as an adrenaline junkie, heh. Oh, sorry. Didn't mean to ramble."

"No worries," said Beatrix who looked to Seabreeze who reclined on the waters beside her. "I want to learn all I can about everyone here! I've already made almost a dozen new friends! Say, know anywhere I can crash?"

"Sure do! I'll show you a cove I spruced up for whenever I wanna rest." She started to wade back, and Beatrix couldn't help but admire the swish of her wide flare hips, and her firm bottom that filled her with envy.

Trailing behind her, Belladonna's second day soon came to a close when Seabreeze helped her settle in. She closed her eyes and drifted to sleep on the bed she prepared, curious as to what awaited her tomorrow.

Author's Note

Think I've gotten everyone's OC introduced now! Hope I did an okay job on yours so far, always open to advice to make their portrayals better!

Didn't have a proper description for Damien Runner and Lotus Moon before. I plan to update their appearance in chapter 1 eventually, so this should explain if anything I say in upcoming chapters contradicts what I said about them.

Next time we'll see who won massages from my four OCs! Thanks for reading this far!

Chapter 3

Upon awakening in the cove, Beatrix accepted the breakfast offered by Seabreeze, said her farewells, then wandered out onto the beach. Gulls cried out and crabs skittered over sparkly sands covered in tufts of seaweed. Turning slightly to exchange a wave and a smile with the mare, she whispered, “Must admit she's rather cute! Maybe I should work out more.”

She hummed and took long, slow strides, leaving imprints in the sand. Where to now, she wondered? Head back and visit some people she'd already met, or did she dare venture even deeper?

Well, it certainly seemed safe enough for the latter, although she recalled Oona's premonitions, and the theory she'd discussed with Goldie, that perhaps this seeming paradise had drawn them all here and didn't want them to leave for some reason. “Guess I'd better discuss it with-”

“Me, sister?” Bellatrix beat her wings and landed before her. She crossed her arms with pursed lips.

“Yes, you! And hey, why not everyone else?” Beatrix shrugged.

“Help me gather them, then. Foal-Bearer and Wet Nurse have requested your presence at their home.” The angel knelt on the beach and scrawled out a simple map with her index finger. “Meet me there when you're ready.”

“Good deeds to earn that halo?” Beatrix grinned and patted her sister's head

“Stuff it sister,” replied Bellatrix who pushed her hand away with a snarl. She sighed and relaxed her posture. “You know I'm not used to the 'heroine' thing. Old habits die hard. Sure, I'm not an addict to pleasure anymore ever since my transformation, but I sometimes feel kind of empty. At least as a succubus, I always knew where I stood.” She fidgeted.

“Your place is with me! And hey, I could always take you back to Sombra if this gets too boring?”

Bellatrix sucked on her lip a moment. “No. We'll visit him when the time comes. Better to leave him to it.”

It became a playful race between them to locate all her new friends. Hours passed while they wandered all over, Beatrix retracing her steps until she'd collected more than half of them, the rest found by Bellatrix who left a cheeky tufts of feathers to announce each small victory. It was mid-afternoon by the time they arrived at a cabin tucked into the wilderness.

While it certainly couldn't compete with the Crystal Palace where the maids had worked, the quaint building appeared rather roomy, surrounded by a garden and decorated with flowers. She trotted up the stairs and headed inside.

“Welcome home,” announced the twins who bowed in unison. “We wish to teach you.”

“They've already shown me a few things,” said Bellatrix who lounged on a couch in the living room, a fire crackling in the hearth and casting a glow over her radiant skin. “I told them you'd like to become a masseuse, too.” Her face spread into a devilish smile. “I'm certain Sombra will appreciate it, as will the lucky winners of our raffle tonight!”

Beatrix gulped. “No pressure, huh? Well, why not? I'm up for it!”

“Good,” said Foal-Bearer who beckoned with a finger. “Please, follow us.”

“You know the significance of our cutie marks, right?” Wet Nurse peered over her shoulder, their shimmery coral hips and buttocks swaying with a gracious swagger into the back rooms. Branded on their plush cheeks were a pair of female symbols wedged together. “We experience the same pains and pleasures. Our parents thought us perverse and abandoned us-”

“-but we were rescued from an orphanage by Princess Cadance. We served her as maids, were taught lessons in etiquette and pleasure. And we take our business very seriously,” said Foal-Bearer. “Now, it is our pleasure to serve everyone here.”

Wet Nurse stopped beside a row of lined up massage beds. “None of us know exactly how we ended up here. Our memories are a little murky. But we've all pitched in and made small settlements agreeable to us all.” She smiled warmly.

Beatrix pondered if they were the same pair she'd known or versions from parallel world? Well, she supposed it didn't matter. She'd be happy to call them friends, too. She and Bellatrix rested on their stomachs, and the crystal pony twins fetched bottles of oil and towels, prepared to work them over and show them how they too might help relax the others.

Deft fingers dance upon Beatrix and Bellatrix, patted them down, undid knots in their muscles. Soft, sensuous moans escaped Bellatrix, who was worked over by Foal-Bearer, while Beatrix blushed each time Wet Nurse made her wiggle and squeak. She couldn't help but feel self-conscious about her shameless sensitivity, and she drew taut several times in reflex.

“Relax,” murmured Wet Nurse. “It's normal to feel stimulated.”

“O-okay,” squeaked out Beatrix amidst another lewd whimper and flick of her ear. Her toes curled, warmth spreading throughout her frame, now soaked wet between her thighs. “I-I'm not usually this sensitive...”

“We're experts,” reminded Foal-Bearer who worked Bellatrix over in a similar manner, preening the angel's wings. “We practiced on Cadance and Shining Armor until they were like putty in our hands. Soon, it will be your turn.”

After the hour was up the foursome traded places. Beatrix swallowed hard, knowing that with such a short time to practice and no experience she'd be clumsy at best, but she knew Bellatrix and her had one advantage! Her eyes once more drifted to their cutie marks, the intertwined female symbols, a reminder that their empathic mature meant their pleasure would be shared!

“Mmm...yes,” mused Foal-Bearer when Bellatrix straddled her shapely butt and unkempt her back. “Like that.”

Beatrix mounted Wet Nurse in a similar manner, then clumsily dug her fingers into the coral coat, a multitude of prisms that constantly caught the light and shifted. “Not bad,” said Wet Nurse, although Beatrix wasn't sure if that was simply to spare her feelings. “Feel free to touch us wherever you like. Do what comes naturally.”

Occasionally a soft cry escaped the maids, Bellatrix unafraid to be a little rougher in her handling. Beatrix took a more tender touch, cautious but also exploratory, hopeful that Wet Nurse didn't notice the moist spot her crotch left on her plush ass. She trailed over all of her, starting with her extremities, then down to cup her soft tits which she squished in her palms.

“They're my most sensitive portion,” admitted Wet Nurse whose pastel pink nipples swelled, droplets of milk beading on their slits and dripping down the smooth curves of her breasts. She tittered softly. “And now you know how I got my name.” She turned beneath Beatrix to meet her gaze, arced her bosom and offered it to her. “Would you like a taste?”

“Is it really okay...?” Wet Nurse nodded, and Belladonna took a tit into her lips, suckled upon it with a wet smack. The maid moaned, as did her twin, and a taste akin to sweet nectar danced on her tongue. She gulped the delicious drink down, moved from one tit to another, left them both stained in runny milk and saliva while she drank her fill.

“I'm envious,” admitted Foal-Bearer with a swish of her wider hips. “But at least I can experience it second-hand.”

“Whew,” wheezed Beatrix who huffed, lips stained with a milk mustache. “Not sure how much more I can take!”

Foal-Bearer said, “The hour is almost up. After a short rest it will be your turn to test your skills.”

“Mmm, I'm a natural. Granted, that's to be expected as a former succubus,” said Bellatrix who studied her long nails. Seduction and the awakening of pleasure came naturally to her, despite the transformation she'd undergone.

By the time they returned to the living room everyone had arrived as invited. On the couch cuddled Damien and Aiya, warming themselves by the fireplace, his experimental wings set aside with the seashell collection. The fires popped and cast a glow and shadows around them. Using a skewer, Seabreeze roasted vegetables near the flames and munched on them.

At a table a few played cards, Zafire Heart drinking a beer while she did so. Moon Hammer sat across from her and studied his hand, small stacks of shiny bits before them. The minotaur had a pile of schematics nestled nearby. To the other sides sat Golden Fang Ryu Shenron, who sharpened his blades to a fine polish between rounds, and Shadic Midnight Blitzer shuffled a fresh deck with a chuckle. He dealt to each of them, who readied themselves for the next game.

Tiger Tornado read her most beautiful poetry aloud, which Shimmer Shade brought to life, a small bed of flowers manifested from the ether with her techniques. Warwyn was lost in a book, curled up on the floor with her illuminated tail. Crimson Star pointed at constellations on an astronomy chart, locked in a philosophical discussion with Lady Oona Ewe about far off worlds.

Sucking in a deep breath, Beatrix looked between those gathered, knowing she and Bellatrix would have to pick a lucky winner each, while Foal-Bearer and Wet Nurse would choose their own. But how to pick? They were all her friends, and she didn't want to favor anyone. “Bad luck runs in the Lulamoon family,” she whispered. “Probably why Trixie gave me a different last name?”

She picked up a pair of dice, blew a kiss on them, and let them roll. “Guess you're the lucky winner!” Hers had stopped by Shadic, who she took by the hand and helped rise with a smirk. “What about you, sister?”

Bellatrix pursed her pouty lips. “That one.” She pointed to Tiger Tornado. “You're cute.”

“We've made our own selections at random,” said Foal-Bearer. “Moon Hammer, will you come with us?”

Wet Nurse strolled over to Seabreeze. “Hopefully, I'm not a consolation prize!”

Claps and cheers erupted to commemorate the moment. The chosen were led into the back, where the massage tables were cleaned up and left ready, the patrons directed to prostrate themselves on them. “We'll take care of everything,” promised Foal-Bearer. “My sister and I wouldn't dream of letting a customer leave unsatisfied.” She opened a bottle of oil.

“Let's up the ante,” said Bellatrix who rubbed oils into her palm and massaged her breasts in circles until they were shiny and slippery, glistening. She smeared more down her curves, into her hips and buttocks, over her labia.

“A full body massage? I'm down,” said Wet Nurse who'd fully let down her guard.

Foal-Bearer shook her head at her twin's lack of professionalism. They were supposed to stay in-character at all times, but her slightly younger sister had taught her that sometimes the best way to please a client was to take a more casual stance.

“Hope I won't embarrass myself too badly,” muttered the self-conscious Beatrix.

The lucky patrons reclined on their stomachs. The masseuses slathered their hands in oil, which they liberally applied to themselves as well. Muscles and curves glistened under the soft natural light. They straddled their buttocks, Foal-Bearer and Wet Nurse taking the lead. Bellatrix followed, then Beatrix, deft fingers pressed into the flesh before them.

Moon Hammer relaxed his mass of wiry muscles. “You're quite skilled,” he admitted.

“The fruits of a lifetime's work,” whispered Foal-Bearer into his ear, as her breasts rolled over his strong back.

“Ah,” cooed Seabreeze with half-lidded eyes. “This is nice.”

“Good.” Wet Nurse planted a peck on her flicking ear. “Just tell me what you'd like, and I'll do it.”

Beatrix watched the twins worked them over, and her sister do the same with the Tiger Tornado. She trembled a little, again self-conscious of her own skills in comparison, but carefully applied her dancing fingers to Shadic.

“Relax,” said Bellatrix to her. “This is hardly your first time, what with all the fun you and Sombra got up to.”

“Y-yeah...” Beatrix traced her fingertips up Shadic's wings, which stiffened to their full expansion.

“Not bad,” he said with a chuckle. “Enthusiasm can be just as good as experience!”

Beatrix grinned with a blush. “Aw, don't flatter me! I know I suck at this. But maybe...” She lit up her horn, wrapped his muscles in a thin layer of her aura, and brushed it all over him until he hissed in unmistakable appreciation.

Not to be outdone, Bellatrix rolled her partner over and smashed her oily breasts into hers. Tiger Tornado's plume expanded to, which met with the angel's, soft chest flesh kissing and rolling each time she moved, erect nipples meeting. “You're a natural,” admitted Tiger Tornado who laughed. “Are you sure you just learned to do all this today?”

“Well, I used to be a succubus. Still am at heart,” confessed Bellatrix with a lick of her lips.

Beatrix's thoughts drifted, lost in the moment while the foursome worked over their chosen partners. The subdued sounds of supple flesh-on-flesh filled the room, everyone glistening and slippery, the air suffused with a gentle warmth.

She explored wiry muscles, and meanwhile recounted all she'd learned thus far.

What if this planet really did sweep up creatures from different dimensions, then lured them to stay with all the temptations around them? If it weren't for her family and friends across dimensions, not to mention a need for discovery and adventure, would she really want to leave?

But no. She needed to find answers, and hoped all her new friends could help her.

“You seem tense Beatrix,” noted Foal-Bearer who broke her reverie.

“Just reflective. I want to arrange a meeting after this.” She figured Lady Ewe in particular might have some insight into this. And between all of them they could cover more ground much faster. Most of them certainly seemed more than capable of looking after themselves if something happened, but just in case she figured it was best to travel in groups.

“Consider it done,” said Wet Nurse with a wink.

Bellatrix shook her head with a tsk. “I knew you'd get bored soon enough.”

“Not bored, per say, but...I do love a good mystery!” Beatrix posed in a hammy fashion.

Just because Beatrix took a vacation didn't mean she couldn't have her own adventures here! Besides, too much relaxation would leave her restless, and it would provide an opportunity to know all her new friends better.

They would get to the bottom of whatever was going on here, then she'd see which ones wanted to return home, and who preferred to stay here...

Chapter 4

“We'll split into two teams to cover more ground faster,” announced Beatrix to everyone assembled in the living room. She was thankful that several of them had military experience, at least, although she remained hopeful that whatever they encountered wouldn't be violent.

No, the planet's atmosphere had lulled them all into a constant sense of security.

“I'm coming with you,” insisted Oona Ewe. “I have some knowledge of the area, as I've studied it extensively.”

Beatrix nodded and rubbed her chin. “But who will lead the second team?”

With a shrug Bellatrix said, “Leave it to me. We do have some experience with this. Plus...” Her usual dour expression turned to a subdued leer, taking in those around her. “I've grown a little...attached to these people.” She licked her chops.

“We'll stay here and look after this place,” said Foal-Bearer. “Think of this as our 'home base', so to speak.”

Wet Nurse smiled with a sparkle in her eyes. “We'll whip you all up a nice meal when you return.”

On instinct Beatrix tried to reach into her cape, where she usually kept a number of supplies in its hidden sleeves, fumbling and blushing at her foolishness. Then she removed her hat, reaching into it and with a bit of sleight-of-hand pulling out some miscellaneous junk. “Let's draw straws, okay? That'll decide who goes where!” She winked at them.

Tiger Tornado, who was preening her feathers, said, “That sounds fair.”

Shimmer Shade said, “Maybe a neutral party should do it, to avoid favoritism?”

“Leave it to us,” said Foal-Bearer. “You're all like our children to us.” She collected the straws from Beatrix, who often picked up random stuff on her travels, then shortened and mixed them up to be drawn from her balled up fist.

One-by-one everyone lined up to draw their straw. By the end of it they were gathered into two relatively even teams. They split apart upon heading out of the cabin, back into the boundless wilderness, hopeful they would be able to discern the truth and possibly return home if they wished to leave this paradise.

However, it was obvious by how carefree they were that some wished to remain. Beatrix was again tempted herself, aware that if she lived here she'd never want for anything or need worry.

Dew-covered grass crunched under her bare feet. Following the path Lady Ewe took, they wandered for miles, deeper than any had ever dared, and a ghostly miasma began to obscure the way. The vapors were moist and tickled their skin, and Beatrix's mind was further lulled into a serene complacency, like they walked through the haze of a distant dream.

Their feet squished on the moist soil. Among her crew were Crimson Star, Midnight Blitzer, Aiya Gale Runner, Damien Runner, and Lady Oona Ewe who led the way, using her connection to the earth to help suss out what they searched for. It warmed her heart to see the couple walk hand-in-hand, plus if there were any threats Damien's immunity to magic could come in handy!

They also had some swimmers and fliers which enabled them to cover ground much faster. When darkness started to fall Crimson 'Shaggy' Star pointed at a constellation. “That should help us navigate,” he explained.

“We have plenty of muscle too,” noted Midnight Blitzer who hovered above.

Damien Runner flexed his experimental wings he continued to test for Moon Hammer. “I'll watch over you,” he said to Aiya.

She returned his smile. “See you soon!” Aiya dived into the waters and went for a swim in search of answers.

Crimson Star asked, “So...what does this 'key' look like?”

“It can alter its shape,” explained Oona. “But you'll know it when you see it. Just look for anything out of place.”

Beatrix helped them search, hopeful that her sister's team might succeed if they weren't able..

*****

Bellatrix Primadonna ruffled her feathers, her lips pursed. She wasn't used to leading a team, and had never been the patient sort, but to help her sister she agreed to give it a try. Tiger Tornado, Warwyn, and Golden Fang Ryu Konton took to the skies with her, certain a bird's eye view would make this task much swifter. “Don't wander too far,” she warned.

Below her 'muscle', Moon Hammer and Zafire Heart, walked, while Shimmer Shade painted them a bridge to cross between otherwise impassable areas on foot. Seabreeze took to the waters and her surfboard. “I won't stray,” she promised.

“Normally this could take a while,” admitted Tiger Tornado. “But Lady Ewe said if we actively seek this treasure out-”

“We're more likely to find it,” finished Moon Hammer. The minotaur strained his muscles and pushed aside a boulder with a grunt. “There.” He wiped sweat from his brow. “Truth is, we haven't seen much of this world.”

“Sounds like an opportunity to me,” called Golden Fang from above.

Warwyn looped through the skies. “Quite the powerful team we've put together here!”

“Yeah,” said Zafire Heart who flexed her muscles. “No way anyone could stop us!”

“Hopefully it won't come to that,” said Tiger Tornado. “Say, that area looks kind of different...?” She pointed.

“Divide and conquer,” murmured Bellatrix in her prissy manner. She had utmost faith in her ragtag team.

Seabreeze dove off her drifting board, then after several moments resurfaced with a splash. “Think I've got somethin'.” She held aloft a crystalline bauble. “I'd say this looks pretty out of place, wouldn't you?”

Shimmer Shade nodded. “I sense it brims with magical energy, mademoiselle.”

Golden Fang grinned. “Wonder if we're the first to find one? It'll be fun to race Beatrix's team!”

Warwyn scaled a mountainside. “Plus, we'll be able to search areas they probably can't!”

They scoured the areas like clockwork, Warwyn, Zafire, and Moon Hammer easily able to clear any obstacles. Miles were traversed while each recovered a token that represented the world they came from in some way, each foreign object innocuous enough.

The party then returned home in triumph when another day finally started to break.

*****

“Good job!” Beatrix surveyed the items laid out by both teams across the table. As promised Foal-Bearer and Wet Nurse had prepared a massive feast and everyone dug in with abandon. They drank and talked and lazed about, contented.

Lady Ewe said, “This world is a shared dream.” She studied a crystal between her fingers. “Until we arrived, it was akin to a blank slate, but the innate magic responded to our subconscious desires and tried to shape a perfect world for us all.”

Tiger Tornado rocked in her seat. “Does that mean we're trapped?”

“Only if we wish to be,” finished Shimmer Shade. “All we need do is will it, and voila, we can leave anytime!”

“Seems the choice is in our hands then,” said Crimson Star. “Stay here a while, or return to our homes?”

“It has been a nice vacation,” said Aiya Gale Runner who exchanged a kiss with her lover seated next to her.

Damien Runner stroked her mane. “We will have to return sometime, though!”

“I plan to stay and study this place some more,” announced Oona Ewe.

Beatrix smirked. “Think I will, too! We don't have to decide right now, of course.”

Moon Hammer said, “There are things I want to do that aren't possible here, so I'll have to go sometime.”

Midnight Blitzer shrugged. “Might be fun to stick around for a while?”

“I'd prefer not to leave anytime soon,” admitted Bellatrix. “It's nice not to be in danger for once.”

“Whatever choice you all make,” said the crystal pony maid twins. “We'll support it. We've decided to remain here.” They would become the custodians of this world, which would act as a hub to weary travelers between dreams who ended up here.

Beatrix Belladonna reclined in her seat with a drink, thankful that it hadn't come down to violence for once. Maybe she would linger here, too? After all, much as adventure called to her, she couldn't see any harm in sticking around!

After their feast many of them collapsed and settled down to sleep. She wondered how many would return home, to their friends and family, and how many would be happier to stay. It's true she missed her own kin, at times.

But with each new adventure she learned more about herself, and made new connections with wonderful people like these!

Author's Note

Apologies that this took forever and is rather short, life has admittedly been hell these last few months. Thank you to everyone who contributed for your cool OCs!

I may sequel this eventually although can't guarantee it with how hectic things are, if I do I'll run a poll to see who wants their character carried over. :raritystarry: