Beatrix Belladonna in the Planet of the OCs!

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...