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!