Nightmare Night in the Everfree Forestby Dr Sharaz JekChaptersChapter 1: Flutterbat (Vampire)Chapter 2: Tree Hugger (Dryad)Chapter 3: Somnambula (Mummy)FinaleChapter 1: Flutterbat (Vampire)Rumors once warned everyone to stay far away from the Everfree Forest. But those were merely superstitions, were they not? At least, that's what Beatrix Belladonna hoped on her jaunt into the dense forestation that wildly teemed across Equestria. A breeze tickled her violet skin, scantily clad in a high-cut leotard that ended in a thong, fingerless gloves that came to her upper arms, heeled boots to her shapely thighs, a cape clasped at the neck with a stylized eye bauble, and a wide-brimmed witch hat. Her entire costume was done up like the coat of an Ursa Minor, only shaded in a darker shade of purple, her eyes bright and her long mane platinum. Her heels crunched on the grass, trees so thick they shaded the area and blotted out the night sky. Around her came the muted sounds of animals and instincts, and she shivered, feeling like she was watched from every direction. Shaking off such thoughts, she continued her aimless walk further into the maze-like path between the trunks. “You'd better have lured me here for a good reason,” she muttered to her Prima Materia, the eye-shaped reminder of her connection to the Necronomicon. She clutched a fist around the cool piece of metal, and it hummed and glowed in resonance to something she assumed was further in, since it had gone off more and more since she set out on this trek. She was tempted to turn around and march her cute butt back home to Trixie's wagon. Her mother could no doubt use the company, and they could chat the hours away over some hot cocoa. “But no, I have to be freezing my buns off out here!” Okay, she wasn't really that chilly. Plus she'd chosen to keep with this scanty costume, a nod to her mother's own garb, and she was admittedly always up for another adventure! After all, she'd learned quite a lot about herself through such ordeals. She stared into the shadows and caught a glimpse of crimson eyes. “H-hello...?” “Oh my. Who's the tasty treat that wandered into my lair?” The voice was sultry, feminine. “The name's Beatrix Belladonna,” she announced with a flourish of her hair and cape, taking up stance like she was on stage. “Mmm. You certainly look like her. But I wonder how you taste?” A flutter sounded in the rattled bushes, eyes fading into the black. Beatrix's gaze darted around, and she turned, ears flicking in attempt to discern where the stranger hid. “Wait, you're...Fluttershy?” In her travels between parallel worlds Beatrix had met many versions of her, but before she could think on that the she-demon pounced on her from above. She yelped, tackled to the cool soil, her hat knocked away. Not only was Fluttershy's body impossibly voluptuous, but she went around stark naked, a distraction that would have made it difficult for the witch to resist her even if Shy hadn't proven much faster and physically stronger. In desperation Beatrix's horn lit up to charge a wild spell, only for wet lips to press on her neck, fangs sinking in amidst a slim dribble of blood. “Ah...oh...” Beatrix whimpered and blushed, paralyzed under the twin bite. Greedy hands wandered all over her supple curves, molesting every inch of her, particular interest place on breasts that nearly spilled out of her top. The offending garment was shredded open, her tits spilling loose with a bounce, her nipples perky in the cold nip of the late night. Huffing, Shy withdrew her fangs, still connected via strings of saliva mixed with traces of blood. She slowly licked her chops, her palms continuing to knead bared supple tits, pressed close to Beatrix's back and breathing into her ear. “My, you are delicious.” She sniffed. “Mmm, and is that your musk I smell?” She traced Beatrix's wet inner thighs. “You sure are naughty!” Beatrix's head swam, barely able to form a coherent thought. Her breasts rose and fell with each pant, her nipples pinched, twisted, and pulled to their absolute limit. Her cloak was unclasped and tossed aside, Shy's fingers dancing up her thighs, slipping under the bottom of her costume and tracing over her moist, inflamed slit, which winked with need. “Please,” begged Beatrix with teary, glazed over eyes and a fully flushed face, her swollen heart-shaped clitoris pulsing. Giggling, Shy finished tearing open the witch's costume down the middle, stripping her succulent shapeliness naked save for her gloves and boots. Beatrix found herself surrendering to her, unable to resist the vampire's primal pull. She found herself on her back, legs parted, staring directly into Shy's partially spread asscheeks, her hot pink puckered asshole and pussy presented to her. She wasted no time grabbing Shy's ass and digging her muzzle in, while the vamp did the same to her marehood. “You're a good little slut,” cooed Flutters between sensuous licks, her finger parting wide the delicious pussy under her. Beatrix's came a little over the vamp's face from the praise, bucking up her hips and pressing her cunt to her slick muzzle. She traced circles around Shy's pulsing rectum, sucked on the slicked yellow donut hole, pulling on it and pushing her tongue deep as she could inside. At the same time she groped a plush asscheek and toyed with her clit, traced and teased it. Then she sank her snout directly into Shy's twat, spread it wide, plunging it in amidst squelches. She drove it in-and-out, ruthlessly muzzle-fucking her, fingers still slathered in pussy juice digging into Shy's asshole which squeezed around her digits. She was quickly rewarded by moans into her snatch, and a gusher of the vamp's release directly down her throat. Each squirt made Shy's foalhole and asshole clench tight, milking her, shooting out more of her sweet nectar that dribbled down Beatrix's wet chin, puffed up her cheeks, and exploded out her nostrils, her face soon a thoroughly drenched mess. Overjoyed that she'd satisfied her new mistress, Belladonna bucked her hips more and came too. Shy was completely coated all over her face in a deluge, forced to withdraw in a gasp lest she drown trying to drink it all down, more washing and dripping down her pendulous tits that swung and knocked together whenever she moved. “Oh wow. You areone horny little bitch!” The Prima Materia glowed and hummed. Beatrix shook her head, awareness returning to her as she blinked. Fluttershy took no notice, rising off her slave and rubbing circles around her breasts, lips smacking as she drank up more of her lover's release that stained her all over. “Now, what to do with...huh?” She was suddenly wrapped up in a bright aura, forced onto all fours in the dirt like an animal, her plush rump presented to the witch. “How dare you-” She yelped, struck on the ass by a palm with an audible smack. “I'm in charge now,” cried Beatrix whose horn shimmered. “And that means your ass is mine!” She tittered and delivered more spanks to Shy, whose face fully flushed over. “Why you-!” Yet Shy's twat winked like never before, unused to feeling so powerless ever since she'd become a creature of the night. Rivulets of pussy nectar drooled from her hot pink, glistening snatch, begging to be invaded. “I can satisfy you,” offered Beatrix who didn't add she'd also be able to 'exorcise' the curse on her. “But only if you want it.” Shy growled and clenched her teeth, her loins burning, wishing their was a powerful stud of a stallion there to rut her absolutely senseless. Tears filled her eyes. “Yes! Please! I'll be your toy! Anything! Just fuck me already, you damn bitch!” “Now, now!” Beatrix delivered another smack to her buttery bottom. “Such language doesn't sound like the Fluttershy I know! We'll have to do something about that! Fortunately, I'll do whatever it takes to tame you...” She realized this was why the Prima Materia called her here. To free the vampire of her curse. She could sate her lusts and burn it out. But in order to do so she needed to take command, and hoped that after this was over she wouldn't mind. Releasing her aura's hold on Shy, who no longer resisted, Belladonna wiggled her fingers and flared her horn to work a complicated spell she rarely used. One no doubt her mother Trixie had used many times on Starlight Glimmer, a thought that made her blush deepen. Her groin burned, flesh twisted, and bones cracked, grunts escaping her as she wove her magic. From her crotch the skin expanded, forming into a pair of twin horsecocks, certain her lover would want to be double-stuffed and creampied. The rigid shafts were lined in veins, pulsed and oozed out precum, balls churning with a need to be emptied below. She struggled to restrain herself, flooded with fresh hormones, desperate to fuck her into submission. She winced and hoped that males didn't feel like this all the time! Thankfully other than some extras she remained all female after the temporary transformation, down to her snatch behind her new equipment, wet with its own need. Pulling Shy's hair and mounting her with a newly discovered aggression, Beatrix slowly pushed into her lover, giving her a chance to acclimate while she spread her sweet fuckholes wide. Shy tensed up with a long, whorish moan, digging her nails into the dirt, lowering her face and sticking her ass up higher, making it easier for Beatrix to angle her cocks deep inside her. Gradually she picked up her pace and started to pound her in a steady rhythm. Shy's cheeks clapped and wobbled each time she was impaled, her tongue drooped out, and her hanging tits swayed. She yelped more each time her ass was smacked. Groans sounded from Beatrix who strained not to loose herself too quickly. Her prey was impossibly tight and wet, pink canals sucking her horsecocks, determined to take her load as much as she wished to unload it. Yanking Shy by the mane to face her, she met her lips, nibbled on them, continually skewered her with reckless abandon all the while. “Faster,” whined out Fluttershy. “Harder!” Doing her best to meet the demands, Belladonna railed the hell out of her, determined to break her in. She pulled Shy's mane like it was her reigns, smacked about her swaying tits and bouncy buttocks, the buttery cheeks now marked with red hand prints. “You're all mine,” reminded Beatrix who tittered, unable to deny the thrill that came with being in control for once. “Yes,” cried Shy who milked her even harder. With a final thrust Beatrix pushed herself balls deep, and her flare pushed past the cervix, directly into her bitch's slippery womb, thankful the flood of hormones assured any pain Shy might experience was turned to sheer pleasure. The flares expanded, pulsed, and fired repeated spurts directly up Shy's ass and into her slimy womb, painting them all over. Fluttershy's eyes rolled into her head, her stomach bloated out from the excessive load, and the pressure in her core made her dam finally break too. She squirted all over Belladonna's crotch, and the witch found her own twat spurting out pussy juice as she continually emptied her balls, now soaked in her runny twat honey. She collapsed atop her, still locked inside her. They settled onto their sides, Beatrix spooning her from behind, hands clasped over Shy's tummy. Once dawn broke the vampire curse would surely be vanquished. However a soft hum from her Prima Materia informed her she was far from done. “Huh?” She noticed Fluttershy had already fallen asleep, her breaths shallow. “She seems fine, so I'm guessing there are more creatures I need to help in the Everfree Forest? Well, why not?” Beatrix smirked and petted the mare's silky locks. Chapter 2: Tree Hugger (Dryad)Using her aura, Beatrix Belladonna hefted up Fluttershy's naked form and slumped it over a shoulder. She patted her ass affectionately with a giggle, and her Prima Materia once again hummed and glowed to provide her direction...ever deeper into the Everfree Forest. Seeing little alternative, she followed a faded path into forestation that grew ever denser. She hummed to herself, satisfied with her work so far and moved with confident strides. She had returned her body's state to normal, her 'extra' banished with a hand wave that simultaneously called her costume back onto her form. Not even the eyes that seemed to watch her from everywhere bothered her anymore. She was on another adventure! “Shame I don't have anyone to share it with...until you wake up,” she whispered and squeezed one of Shy's buttcheeks. Several minutes later she paused in her trek after the Prima Materia settled down. It had led her to a massive tree trunk, ancient, weathered, and proud. Her palm traced its thick surface, curious what she was meant to do here? Vines rose behind her, slithered her way. “Wha...?” One slipped around her ankle, yanked her upside-down, and she yelped. More of the roots formed a nest that caught Shy's body as she slipped from her grasp. “Looks like a couple of gnarly babes have wandered into my neck of the woods,” came a lazy feminine voice. “Including one I'm totally intimate with already, you know?” The sound, which Beatrix realized arose from the tree itself, was put to a person when a dryad's nude shape arose from the trunk, shapely with half-lidded eyes and a crooked grin. Root-like hair was done up in thick reddish-brown dreadlocks, her earthy skin greenish in shade. “The name's Tree Hugger. Who are you?” “Beatrix Belladonna. Do you plan to let me down?” She batted her lashes with a mischievous smirk. “I dunno...” Hugs licked her lips. “Seems a bit rude to like, drop in unannounced and not offer me a boon? I'm kinda a nature spirit that looks after the area, and anyone who wanders my way usually gives me an offering in return.” The vines drew her prey closer, and she ran a hand over her captive's supple form, who couldn't help but murmur under her touch. “I've heard wood nymphs are lusty creatures,” mumbled Beatrix. “Okay, it sounds like a fair trade!” “Radical, babe. Let me take care of you. Oh, hey there, Shy.” She watched her lover stir from the corner of her eye. At the same time her vines crawled over the pair, started to explore them as they slipped under the witch's costume. Fluttershy managed a low hiss. “We used to be enemies,” she admitted. “But we found a workaround...” “You can't get enough of me. Admit it,” teased Hugs whose vines wrapped around Shy's pendulous tits. She drew them closer, forced Shy's thighs open, and pressed their sopping, inflamed pussies together with a squish, their juices running down their assholes amidst schlicks when they started to hump each other. They embraced, lips mashed together and tongues wrestling. Again Beatrix's costume was ripped away which made her thankful she could easily recreate and summon it at will, as it was practically an extension of her thanks to the Prima Materia's power. Vines wrapped around her tits, lashed her buttocks, slipped into her moist pussy, stretched her pink asshole, filled her mouth. She relaxed herself in preparation to enjoy the ride. Stranger still, the extensions pumped a sticky nectar directly into her. Eyes began to glaze over as she realized it was a potent aphrodisiac, the air rich with a sweet pink perfumed she inhaled, the dryad's sexual musk that filled her nostrils. She clenched down her holes hard and came on the spot, squirted over the vine that filled her cunt, the first of many climaxes. Her eyes rolled into her head, vines pumping in-and-out of her, slow at first but soon with rapidity. They pumped her womb full, made her belly blossom out like she was heavily impregnated, and the nectar sloshed in her overstuffed uterus. She sucked off the vine in her mouth, stroked off a couple more with her hands, felt more of the precious honey drip over them. It had made her an addict within minutes but she hardly cared, mind dulled to anything but a lust for more pleasure. “She's a natural,” said Shy who withdrew her kiss momentarily, tethered to her lover by strings of saliva. “We're all righteous sluts deep down, after we surrender to our instincts. It's like, totally natural, babe.” Hugs groped her tits and ass while they continued to scissor, their puffy pussy lips similarly attached by strings of pussy juice. Their fingers linked, and they too picked up their pace, lost in moans of desperation for their own release. Thankfully it soon came, and they creamed upon each other, trembled and soaked their supple flesh in messy squirts that dripped down them. Beatrix squealed, more-and-more pumped into her to overflow, the excess oozing out her holes and from her nostrils. She slumped and kicked her quivering legs, gasping and coughing up nectar she practically vomited out, more fired all over her face and across her sticky, glistening shape. She was dropped into a pool of honey, huffing as her tits rose and fell in rhythm. “You pass,” called Hugs. “Feel free to like, venture further in when you're ready, babe.” In truth Beatrix, who basked in her afterglow, wasn't certain she ever wanted to leave. Her thoughts were still numbed by pleasure overload, but she knew there were likely still others in the Everfree that still needed her, and couldn't afford to let them down. But for the moment she was content to simply recline their, slathered in the dryad's precious honey. She felt Hugs and Shy slip between her thighs, who lapped at her twat and asshole, licked out the nectar that still oozed out her well-worn fuckholes. She writhed and mewled, still overly sensitive, thankful the Prima Materia had led her on this little detour. However she sensed more awaited her before this night finally came to its end... Chapter 3: Somnambula (Mummy)Author's Note Apologies this took forever to update, between my vacation repeatedly being pushed back, focus on other projects, getting sick, and my original idea for this chapter being scrapped this took much longer than anticipated! tl;dr, hope you enjoy! Chapter 3: Somnambula (Mummy) Resuming her trip, Beatrix Belladonna left her companion in the vines of her latest encounter. The glow of her Prima Materia led her further still into the Everfree Forest, where she strolled alongside a riverbank, feeling more eyes from all directions undressing the traveling witch. Not that she minded, if the last two run-ins were any indication of what lied in store! Eventually she spotted the familiar sight of Trixie's wagon tucked into the distance. “Now what is my mom doing here?” She questioned if it were an illusion, aware of the kinds of tricks her enemies could pull after so many adventures. Not that it didn't stop her from being careless on occasion, especially whenever her libido got involved. Cautiously, she approached. The lights were on, at least. She approached the door, balled up a fist, and knocked. “Hello? It's me, Beatrix!” A rustle sounded inside and the door creaked open. “Welcome home, my little hellspawn!” Trixie's mane was a ragged mess, her star-decorated nightgown bearing cleavage that threatened to spill out, ample breasts lined in perspiration. Giggles escaped Beatrix who smirked back. “You're with Starlight Glimmer, aren't you?” “Guilty as charged,” came Starlight's voice, in a similar state of undress. No doubt they had been losing themselves in another night of 'epic lovemaking' before she had unintentionally interrupted. “Well, you're here so why not come inside?” Nodding, she followed them into the cozy wagon, which her mother had expanded. They settled around a table, Trixie humming while she brewed a pot of tea. Steam rose and sweet aromas filled her nostrils. “Sorry, didn't mean to crash at a bad time.” “Nonsense! You're always welcome here.” Trixie hummed and wagged her wide bottom while she worked. They couldn't help but stare, the thin silk leaving little to the imagination. “So, do you intend to stay the night? It is rather late.” “Probably not.” Her Prima Materia had stopped humming and glowing the moment she arrived, but why? What possible reason could it have called her here? “Just wanted to check up on you, make certain everything's okay.” “All hunky-dory! You worry too much, little hellspawn! The Great and Powerful Trixie is more than capable of looking after herself!” She struck a pose that jutted out a hip, pitcher in hand. “Oh, and Starlight helps out, too.” “More like cleans up after you,” muttered Starlight who nonetheless smiled between shakes of her head. Ever since Beatrix could remember, these two were inseparable, yet neither seemed to ever officially wish to settle down. Within moments cups were poured for each of them and their hostess took her own seat at the head of the table. She asked them about their day, and made the usual smalltalk, Beatrix unwilling to admit she could use the rest as she didn't want to interfere with their fun. Just a quick meet up until her drink was finished, then she'd be on her merry way! As the hour passed, Beatrix blinked her blurry eyes, stumbling to her feet to a clatter of dishes. “Whoa, looks like this night took more out of me than I thought! Maybe I'll take you up on that offer, after all.” Trixie clapped her hands together. “Splendid!” Starlight said, “So I take it one of us will be sleeping on the floor? All we have are a couple of hammocks.” Trixie shook her head. “I've been saving this for a special occasion!” With a flourish and touch of magic that lit her horn, the middle of her wagon shifted, turning over and revealing a spacious bed hidden below. “Ta-da!” “You've had this here the entire time and didn't let us use it?!” Starlight grumbled between clenched teeth. “Like I said, reserved for special occasions! Now come.” The hostess plopped down on the sheets with a bounce. Beatrix sidled in next to her mother who fluffed the pillows, and after a roll of her eyes and a sigh Starlight slipped in, too. The lights clicked off, the switch flipped by Trixie's aura. She drifted to sleep almost immediately, snoring with her mouth wide open, arms and legs sprawled out. Starlight groaned some more, thankful the bed was more than roomy enough for the three of them. She soon settled in on her side, a pillow clasped close to her. Outside, the muted hoot of owls sounded. Beatrix realized that despite how tired she was, she struggled to actually sleep. A wave of her hand, and her costume was traded for a bra and pair of lacy panties, a dark purple silk that clung to her ample curves. Normally she wouldn't have bothered to wear anything to bed, but she reminded herself she was a guest here, and while her mom might not care she didn't know about Starlight. She stirred, and the bedsheets rustled, hopeful that whatever reason she was called here could wait. Another hour passed. Her eyes were shut tight as slumber started to claim her weary bones. ***** A sarcophagus that washed down a stream collided into rocks and thumped. The lid popped open, an ancient stench filling the air. A creak sounded as the mummified figure rose, a feminine shape swathed head-to-toe in wrapped bandages. She began to walk, heavy, clumsy thuds, the layers slowly peeling away with each step taken towards the wagon in the distance. The Princess strained to recall her name. Somnambula. The sleepwalker. First her dusky face and turquoise hair clipped above her slender shoulders was bared. The strands peeled away from her neck, unveiled lithe and perky breasts topped by pierced dark nipples, unwound from her toned belly. Finally the tatters toppled off her hips and pert buttocks, the tight cleft of her womanhood presented, topped by neatly trim pubic hair. Striding up to the door that barred her entry, her flesh momentarily turned translucent, allowing her to pass through solid matter unimpeded. Inside the dimness, she spotted three women tucked inside the sheets, ready to be claimed. She didn't want to harm them. Just drain a little bit of life force from each to sustain her flesh. And in return for their sacrifice, she promised to give the trio the most euphoric delights of their entire, mortal lives! Focusing, invisible tendrils of energy reached out, first removing the sheet to leave the trio exposed. Fortunately, she need not concern herself with them waking up, her presence alone enough to keep them lulled in a deep trance. All three of them were beauties without compare. She noted one of Trixie's supple tits had already fallen out of her gown while she tossed and turned in her sleep, the wide nipple that topped it erect in the cool air. The mummy wrapped her lips around it, suckling and nibbling, distending it as she pulled which left the spellbound witch moaning and writhing. Wisps of energy she stirred up rose from Trixie's mouth and flowed into her own. Somnambula swallowed it and licked her lips, feeling warmth return to her fading flesh, but only for a moment. She would need far more to complete herself! Greedily she yanked Trixie's top open, watching her tits bounce free. She slid the gown lower, revealed her stomach, then the tight cleft of her pussy, until she peeled her clothes away completely and tossed the offensive garments aside. Impatient, she also tore the garments from Starlight, who was similarly stacked, followed by Beatrix until she completely denuded the trio, their curves gleaming under the streams of moonlight that peeked in from the windows. It would take too long to handle them all by her lonesome, so instead she chanted and worked her magic, an ankh appearing on her belly. Inside her slippery womb something stirred, a nest of snakes that crawled along her slimy walls, summoned into her. She gasped and moaned as they writhed and twisted, the first one starting to wiggle its serpentine head out of her cunt. Juices dripped off the snake that peeked out her slit, and she cast back her head and whined, the first of many orgasms striking her as it slid over her g-spot during her orgasmic birth. It slid halfway out of her, started to intertwine up Trixie's ankle. The first snake popped out in a spatter of pussy juice that made her squeal. It climbed its way up Trixie's thighs, coiling, and the slumbering witch whined as its head pushed against her twat, pushing its way in and spreading her open as it moved deeper. Somnambula continued to pump out the nest of her womb, and the snakes hissed as they curled around her prey, circled around their tits and squished them, burrowed into all the pussies, assholes, and mouths left open to them. The mummy emptied the last snake and crawled atop the bed. She spread her thighs and pressed her twat to Trixie's, scissoring her, their filled slits not connected by a single thick snake that thrust in wet squishes in-and-out between them. As she worked them over, more energy flowed out of their sweaty forms, that thrashed and moaned and were nibbled on by the serpents that latched onto their tits, bit and licked at their nipples between hisses. By now the sheets were thoroughly soaked in their messy orgasms, the threesome squirting like her on occasion, jutting up their breasts as they arced their backs. She practically bathed in their release, eyes closed and head cast back, more rejuvenated by the moment as more wisps flowed around the snakes that filled their mouths. Their cheeks burned, as did hers, massaging circles around her dusky tits as they filled with warmth. She could feel Trixie shaking below her, still attached twat-to-twat, swathed in a sticky trail. Basking in the warmth they radiated, she stretched and yawned. At her command the serpents dissipated, constructs born of her ancient magic. She studied the rise and fall of their breasts, the way they were splayed about, their hair a ragged mess. She took it they were satisfied. She certainly was. Planting a kiss on each of their lips, she withdrew a final blot of life force, but dared not siphon anymore, worried they would dry up and turn to dust before her eyes. They would probably wake up with lots of questions, but that wasn't her problem as she made her exit out the door, hopeful she could remain solid for at least a week. ***** Raising an eyebrow Trixie asked, “Did you wet the bed my little hellspawn? It's okay, it happens to everyone!” “I'm not a child anymore,” Beatrix complained back and blushed. “Looks like we all had a really wet dream.” “Well, these bedsheets are ruined!” Starlight shook her head, the mattress thoroughly soaked and a musky smell still lingering. They all silently agreed it was better not to ask questions, unwilling to speak of the erotic dreams they'd had. And all the while, over a bath and breakfast, Beatrix wondered if her Nightmare Night was truly over...? As if in answer her Prima Materia hummed and glowed in resonance... FinaleSomething has gone wrong. We don't seem to have an archived copy of that chapter.
Chapter 1: Flutterbat (Vampire)Rumors once warned everyone to stay far away from the Everfree Forest. But those were merely superstitions, were they not? At least, that's what Beatrix Belladonna hoped on her jaunt into the dense forestation that wildly teemed across Equestria. A breeze tickled her violet skin, scantily clad in a high-cut leotard that ended in a thong, fingerless gloves that came to her upper arms, heeled boots to her shapely thighs, a cape clasped at the neck with a stylized eye bauble, and a wide-brimmed witch hat. Her entire costume was done up like the coat of an Ursa Minor, only shaded in a darker shade of purple, her eyes bright and her long mane platinum. Her heels crunched on the grass, trees so thick they shaded the area and blotted out the night sky. Around her came the muted sounds of animals and instincts, and she shivered, feeling like she was watched from every direction. Shaking off such thoughts, she continued her aimless walk further into the maze-like path between the trunks. “You'd better have lured me here for a good reason,” she muttered to her Prima Materia, the eye-shaped reminder of her connection to the Necronomicon. She clutched a fist around the cool piece of metal, and it hummed and glowed in resonance to something she assumed was further in, since it had gone off more and more since she set out on this trek. She was tempted to turn around and march her cute butt back home to Trixie's wagon. Her mother could no doubt use the company, and they could chat the hours away over some hot cocoa. “But no, I have to be freezing my buns off out here!” Okay, she wasn't really that chilly. Plus she'd chosen to keep with this scanty costume, a nod to her mother's own garb, and she was admittedly always up for another adventure! After all, she'd learned quite a lot about herself through such ordeals. She stared into the shadows and caught a glimpse of crimson eyes. “H-hello...?” “Oh my. Who's the tasty treat that wandered into my lair?” The voice was sultry, feminine. “The name's Beatrix Belladonna,” she announced with a flourish of her hair and cape, taking up stance like she was on stage. “Mmm. You certainly look like her. But I wonder how you taste?” A flutter sounded in the rattled bushes, eyes fading into the black. Beatrix's gaze darted around, and she turned, ears flicking in attempt to discern where the stranger hid. “Wait, you're...Fluttershy?” In her travels between parallel worlds Beatrix had met many versions of her, but before she could think on that the she-demon pounced on her from above. She yelped, tackled to the cool soil, her hat knocked away. Not only was Fluttershy's body impossibly voluptuous, but she went around stark naked, a distraction that would have made it difficult for the witch to resist her even if Shy hadn't proven much faster and physically stronger. In desperation Beatrix's horn lit up to charge a wild spell, only for wet lips to press on her neck, fangs sinking in amidst a slim dribble of blood. “Ah...oh...” Beatrix whimpered and blushed, paralyzed under the twin bite. Greedy hands wandered all over her supple curves, molesting every inch of her, particular interest place on breasts that nearly spilled out of her top. The offending garment was shredded open, her tits spilling loose with a bounce, her nipples perky in the cold nip of the late night. Huffing, Shy withdrew her fangs, still connected via strings of saliva mixed with traces of blood. She slowly licked her chops, her palms continuing to knead bared supple tits, pressed close to Beatrix's back and breathing into her ear. “My, you are delicious.” She sniffed. “Mmm, and is that your musk I smell?” She traced Beatrix's wet inner thighs. “You sure are naughty!” Beatrix's head swam, barely able to form a coherent thought. Her breasts rose and fell with each pant, her nipples pinched, twisted, and pulled to their absolute limit. Her cloak was unclasped and tossed aside, Shy's fingers dancing up her thighs, slipping under the bottom of her costume and tracing over her moist, inflamed slit, which winked with need. “Please,” begged Beatrix with teary, glazed over eyes and a fully flushed face, her swollen heart-shaped clitoris pulsing. Giggling, Shy finished tearing open the witch's costume down the middle, stripping her succulent shapeliness naked save for her gloves and boots. Beatrix found herself surrendering to her, unable to resist the vampire's primal pull. She found herself on her back, legs parted, staring directly into Shy's partially spread asscheeks, her hot pink puckered asshole and pussy presented to her. She wasted no time grabbing Shy's ass and digging her muzzle in, while the vamp did the same to her marehood. “You're a good little slut,” cooed Flutters between sensuous licks, her finger parting wide the delicious pussy under her. Beatrix's came a little over the vamp's face from the praise, bucking up her hips and pressing her cunt to her slick muzzle. She traced circles around Shy's pulsing rectum, sucked on the slicked yellow donut hole, pulling on it and pushing her tongue deep as she could inside. At the same time she groped a plush asscheek and toyed with her clit, traced and teased it. Then she sank her snout directly into Shy's twat, spread it wide, plunging it in amidst squelches. She drove it in-and-out, ruthlessly muzzle-fucking her, fingers still slathered in pussy juice digging into Shy's asshole which squeezed around her digits. She was quickly rewarded by moans into her snatch, and a gusher of the vamp's release directly down her throat. Each squirt made Shy's foalhole and asshole clench tight, milking her, shooting out more of her sweet nectar that dribbled down Beatrix's wet chin, puffed up her cheeks, and exploded out her nostrils, her face soon a thoroughly drenched mess. Overjoyed that she'd satisfied her new mistress, Belladonna bucked her hips more and came too. Shy was completely coated all over her face in a deluge, forced to withdraw in a gasp lest she drown trying to drink it all down, more washing and dripping down her pendulous tits that swung and knocked together whenever she moved. “Oh wow. You areone horny little bitch!” The Prima Materia glowed and hummed. Beatrix shook her head, awareness returning to her as she blinked. Fluttershy took no notice, rising off her slave and rubbing circles around her breasts, lips smacking as she drank up more of her lover's release that stained her all over. “Now, what to do with...huh?” She was suddenly wrapped up in a bright aura, forced onto all fours in the dirt like an animal, her plush rump presented to the witch. “How dare you-” She yelped, struck on the ass by a palm with an audible smack. “I'm in charge now,” cried Beatrix whose horn shimmered. “And that means your ass is mine!” She tittered and delivered more spanks to Shy, whose face fully flushed over. “Why you-!” Yet Shy's twat winked like never before, unused to feeling so powerless ever since she'd become a creature of the night. Rivulets of pussy nectar drooled from her hot pink, glistening snatch, begging to be invaded. “I can satisfy you,” offered Beatrix who didn't add she'd also be able to 'exorcise' the curse on her. “But only if you want it.” Shy growled and clenched her teeth, her loins burning, wishing their was a powerful stud of a stallion there to rut her absolutely senseless. Tears filled her eyes. “Yes! Please! I'll be your toy! Anything! Just fuck me already, you damn bitch!” “Now, now!” Beatrix delivered another smack to her buttery bottom. “Such language doesn't sound like the Fluttershy I know! We'll have to do something about that! Fortunately, I'll do whatever it takes to tame you...” She realized this was why the Prima Materia called her here. To free the vampire of her curse. She could sate her lusts and burn it out. But in order to do so she needed to take command, and hoped that after this was over she wouldn't mind. Releasing her aura's hold on Shy, who no longer resisted, Belladonna wiggled her fingers and flared her horn to work a complicated spell she rarely used. One no doubt her mother Trixie had used many times on Starlight Glimmer, a thought that made her blush deepen. Her groin burned, flesh twisted, and bones cracked, grunts escaping her as she wove her magic. From her crotch the skin expanded, forming into a pair of twin horsecocks, certain her lover would want to be double-stuffed and creampied. The rigid shafts were lined in veins, pulsed and oozed out precum, balls churning with a need to be emptied below. She struggled to restrain herself, flooded with fresh hormones, desperate to fuck her into submission. She winced and hoped that males didn't feel like this all the time! Thankfully other than some extras she remained all female after the temporary transformation, down to her snatch behind her new equipment, wet with its own need. Pulling Shy's hair and mounting her with a newly discovered aggression, Beatrix slowly pushed into her lover, giving her a chance to acclimate while she spread her sweet fuckholes wide. Shy tensed up with a long, whorish moan, digging her nails into the dirt, lowering her face and sticking her ass up higher, making it easier for Beatrix to angle her cocks deep inside her. Gradually she picked up her pace and started to pound her in a steady rhythm. Shy's cheeks clapped and wobbled each time she was impaled, her tongue drooped out, and her hanging tits swayed. She yelped more each time her ass was smacked. Groans sounded from Beatrix who strained not to loose herself too quickly. Her prey was impossibly tight and wet, pink canals sucking her horsecocks, determined to take her load as much as she wished to unload it. Yanking Shy by the mane to face her, she met her lips, nibbled on them, continually skewered her with reckless abandon all the while. “Faster,” whined out Fluttershy. “Harder!” Doing her best to meet the demands, Belladonna railed the hell out of her, determined to break her in. She pulled Shy's mane like it was her reigns, smacked about her swaying tits and bouncy buttocks, the buttery cheeks now marked with red hand prints. “You're all mine,” reminded Beatrix who tittered, unable to deny the thrill that came with being in control for once. “Yes,” cried Shy who milked her even harder. With a final thrust Beatrix pushed herself balls deep, and her flare pushed past the cervix, directly into her bitch's slippery womb, thankful the flood of hormones assured any pain Shy might experience was turned to sheer pleasure. The flares expanded, pulsed, and fired repeated spurts directly up Shy's ass and into her slimy womb, painting them all over. Fluttershy's eyes rolled into her head, her stomach bloated out from the excessive load, and the pressure in her core made her dam finally break too. She squirted all over Belladonna's crotch, and the witch found her own twat spurting out pussy juice as she continually emptied her balls, now soaked in her runny twat honey. She collapsed atop her, still locked inside her. They settled onto their sides, Beatrix spooning her from behind, hands clasped over Shy's tummy. Once dawn broke the vampire curse would surely be vanquished. However a soft hum from her Prima Materia informed her she was far from done. “Huh?” She noticed Fluttershy had already fallen asleep, her breaths shallow. “She seems fine, so I'm guessing there are more creatures I need to help in the Everfree Forest? Well, why not?” Beatrix smirked and petted the mare's silky locks.
Chapter 2: Tree Hugger (Dryad)Using her aura, Beatrix Belladonna hefted up Fluttershy's naked form and slumped it over a shoulder. She patted her ass affectionately with a giggle, and her Prima Materia once again hummed and glowed to provide her direction...ever deeper into the Everfree Forest. Seeing little alternative, she followed a faded path into forestation that grew ever denser. She hummed to herself, satisfied with her work so far and moved with confident strides. She had returned her body's state to normal, her 'extra' banished with a hand wave that simultaneously called her costume back onto her form. Not even the eyes that seemed to watch her from everywhere bothered her anymore. She was on another adventure! “Shame I don't have anyone to share it with...until you wake up,” she whispered and squeezed one of Shy's buttcheeks. Several minutes later she paused in her trek after the Prima Materia settled down. It had led her to a massive tree trunk, ancient, weathered, and proud. Her palm traced its thick surface, curious what she was meant to do here? Vines rose behind her, slithered her way. “Wha...?” One slipped around her ankle, yanked her upside-down, and she yelped. More of the roots formed a nest that caught Shy's body as she slipped from her grasp. “Looks like a couple of gnarly babes have wandered into my neck of the woods,” came a lazy feminine voice. “Including one I'm totally intimate with already, you know?” The sound, which Beatrix realized arose from the tree itself, was put to a person when a dryad's nude shape arose from the trunk, shapely with half-lidded eyes and a crooked grin. Root-like hair was done up in thick reddish-brown dreadlocks, her earthy skin greenish in shade. “The name's Tree Hugger. Who are you?” “Beatrix Belladonna. Do you plan to let me down?” She batted her lashes with a mischievous smirk. “I dunno...” Hugs licked her lips. “Seems a bit rude to like, drop in unannounced and not offer me a boon? I'm kinda a nature spirit that looks after the area, and anyone who wanders my way usually gives me an offering in return.” The vines drew her prey closer, and she ran a hand over her captive's supple form, who couldn't help but murmur under her touch. “I've heard wood nymphs are lusty creatures,” mumbled Beatrix. “Okay, it sounds like a fair trade!” “Radical, babe. Let me take care of you. Oh, hey there, Shy.” She watched her lover stir from the corner of her eye. At the same time her vines crawled over the pair, started to explore them as they slipped under the witch's costume. Fluttershy managed a low hiss. “We used to be enemies,” she admitted. “But we found a workaround...” “You can't get enough of me. Admit it,” teased Hugs whose vines wrapped around Shy's pendulous tits. She drew them closer, forced Shy's thighs open, and pressed their sopping, inflamed pussies together with a squish, their juices running down their assholes amidst schlicks when they started to hump each other. They embraced, lips mashed together and tongues wrestling. Again Beatrix's costume was ripped away which made her thankful she could easily recreate and summon it at will, as it was practically an extension of her thanks to the Prima Materia's power. Vines wrapped around her tits, lashed her buttocks, slipped into her moist pussy, stretched her pink asshole, filled her mouth. She relaxed herself in preparation to enjoy the ride. Stranger still, the extensions pumped a sticky nectar directly into her. Eyes began to glaze over as she realized it was a potent aphrodisiac, the air rich with a sweet pink perfumed she inhaled, the dryad's sexual musk that filled her nostrils. She clenched down her holes hard and came on the spot, squirted over the vine that filled her cunt, the first of many climaxes. Her eyes rolled into her head, vines pumping in-and-out of her, slow at first but soon with rapidity. They pumped her womb full, made her belly blossom out like she was heavily impregnated, and the nectar sloshed in her overstuffed uterus. She sucked off the vine in her mouth, stroked off a couple more with her hands, felt more of the precious honey drip over them. It had made her an addict within minutes but she hardly cared, mind dulled to anything but a lust for more pleasure. “She's a natural,” said Shy who withdrew her kiss momentarily, tethered to her lover by strings of saliva. “We're all righteous sluts deep down, after we surrender to our instincts. It's like, totally natural, babe.” Hugs groped her tits and ass while they continued to scissor, their puffy pussy lips similarly attached by strings of pussy juice. Their fingers linked, and they too picked up their pace, lost in moans of desperation for their own release. Thankfully it soon came, and they creamed upon each other, trembled and soaked their supple flesh in messy squirts that dripped down them. Beatrix squealed, more-and-more pumped into her to overflow, the excess oozing out her holes and from her nostrils. She slumped and kicked her quivering legs, gasping and coughing up nectar she practically vomited out, more fired all over her face and across her sticky, glistening shape. She was dropped into a pool of honey, huffing as her tits rose and fell in rhythm. “You pass,” called Hugs. “Feel free to like, venture further in when you're ready, babe.” In truth Beatrix, who basked in her afterglow, wasn't certain she ever wanted to leave. Her thoughts were still numbed by pleasure overload, but she knew there were likely still others in the Everfree that still needed her, and couldn't afford to let them down. But for the moment she was content to simply recline their, slathered in the dryad's precious honey. She felt Hugs and Shy slip between her thighs, who lapped at her twat and asshole, licked out the nectar that still oozed out her well-worn fuckholes. She writhed and mewled, still overly sensitive, thankful the Prima Materia had led her on this little detour. However she sensed more awaited her before this night finally came to its end...
Chapter 3: Somnambula (Mummy)Author's Note Apologies this took forever to update, between my vacation repeatedly being pushed back, focus on other projects, getting sick, and my original idea for this chapter being scrapped this took much longer than anticipated! tl;dr, hope you enjoy! Chapter 3: Somnambula (Mummy) Resuming her trip, Beatrix Belladonna left her companion in the vines of her latest encounter. The glow of her Prima Materia led her further still into the Everfree Forest, where she strolled alongside a riverbank, feeling more eyes from all directions undressing the traveling witch. Not that she minded, if the last two run-ins were any indication of what lied in store! Eventually she spotted the familiar sight of Trixie's wagon tucked into the distance. “Now what is my mom doing here?” She questioned if it were an illusion, aware of the kinds of tricks her enemies could pull after so many adventures. Not that it didn't stop her from being careless on occasion, especially whenever her libido got involved. Cautiously, she approached. The lights were on, at least. She approached the door, balled up a fist, and knocked. “Hello? It's me, Beatrix!” A rustle sounded inside and the door creaked open. “Welcome home, my little hellspawn!” Trixie's mane was a ragged mess, her star-decorated nightgown bearing cleavage that threatened to spill out, ample breasts lined in perspiration. Giggles escaped Beatrix who smirked back. “You're with Starlight Glimmer, aren't you?” “Guilty as charged,” came Starlight's voice, in a similar state of undress. No doubt they had been losing themselves in another night of 'epic lovemaking' before she had unintentionally interrupted. “Well, you're here so why not come inside?” Nodding, she followed them into the cozy wagon, which her mother had expanded. They settled around a table, Trixie humming while she brewed a pot of tea. Steam rose and sweet aromas filled her nostrils. “Sorry, didn't mean to crash at a bad time.” “Nonsense! You're always welcome here.” Trixie hummed and wagged her wide bottom while she worked. They couldn't help but stare, the thin silk leaving little to the imagination. “So, do you intend to stay the night? It is rather late.” “Probably not.” Her Prima Materia had stopped humming and glowing the moment she arrived, but why? What possible reason could it have called her here? “Just wanted to check up on you, make certain everything's okay.” “All hunky-dory! You worry too much, little hellspawn! The Great and Powerful Trixie is more than capable of looking after herself!” She struck a pose that jutted out a hip, pitcher in hand. “Oh, and Starlight helps out, too.” “More like cleans up after you,” muttered Starlight who nonetheless smiled between shakes of her head. Ever since Beatrix could remember, these two were inseparable, yet neither seemed to ever officially wish to settle down. Within moments cups were poured for each of them and their hostess took her own seat at the head of the table. She asked them about their day, and made the usual smalltalk, Beatrix unwilling to admit she could use the rest as she didn't want to interfere with their fun. Just a quick meet up until her drink was finished, then she'd be on her merry way! As the hour passed, Beatrix blinked her blurry eyes, stumbling to her feet to a clatter of dishes. “Whoa, looks like this night took more out of me than I thought! Maybe I'll take you up on that offer, after all.” Trixie clapped her hands together. “Splendid!” Starlight said, “So I take it one of us will be sleeping on the floor? All we have are a couple of hammocks.” Trixie shook her head. “I've been saving this for a special occasion!” With a flourish and touch of magic that lit her horn, the middle of her wagon shifted, turning over and revealing a spacious bed hidden below. “Ta-da!” “You've had this here the entire time and didn't let us use it?!” Starlight grumbled between clenched teeth. “Like I said, reserved for special occasions! Now come.” The hostess plopped down on the sheets with a bounce. Beatrix sidled in next to her mother who fluffed the pillows, and after a roll of her eyes and a sigh Starlight slipped in, too. The lights clicked off, the switch flipped by Trixie's aura. She drifted to sleep almost immediately, snoring with her mouth wide open, arms and legs sprawled out. Starlight groaned some more, thankful the bed was more than roomy enough for the three of them. She soon settled in on her side, a pillow clasped close to her. Outside, the muted hoot of owls sounded. Beatrix realized that despite how tired she was, she struggled to actually sleep. A wave of her hand, and her costume was traded for a bra and pair of lacy panties, a dark purple silk that clung to her ample curves. Normally she wouldn't have bothered to wear anything to bed, but she reminded herself she was a guest here, and while her mom might not care she didn't know about Starlight. She stirred, and the bedsheets rustled, hopeful that whatever reason she was called here could wait. Another hour passed. Her eyes were shut tight as slumber started to claim her weary bones. ***** A sarcophagus that washed down a stream collided into rocks and thumped. The lid popped open, an ancient stench filling the air. A creak sounded as the mummified figure rose, a feminine shape swathed head-to-toe in wrapped bandages. She began to walk, heavy, clumsy thuds, the layers slowly peeling away with each step taken towards the wagon in the distance. The Princess strained to recall her name. Somnambula. The sleepwalker. First her dusky face and turquoise hair clipped above her slender shoulders was bared. The strands peeled away from her neck, unveiled lithe and perky breasts topped by pierced dark nipples, unwound from her toned belly. Finally the tatters toppled off her hips and pert buttocks, the tight cleft of her womanhood presented, topped by neatly trim pubic hair. Striding up to the door that barred her entry, her flesh momentarily turned translucent, allowing her to pass through solid matter unimpeded. Inside the dimness, she spotted three women tucked inside the sheets, ready to be claimed. She didn't want to harm them. Just drain a little bit of life force from each to sustain her flesh. And in return for their sacrifice, she promised to give the trio the most euphoric delights of their entire, mortal lives! Focusing, invisible tendrils of energy reached out, first removing the sheet to leave the trio exposed. Fortunately, she need not concern herself with them waking up, her presence alone enough to keep them lulled in a deep trance. All three of them were beauties without compare. She noted one of Trixie's supple tits had already fallen out of her gown while she tossed and turned in her sleep, the wide nipple that topped it erect in the cool air. The mummy wrapped her lips around it, suckling and nibbling, distending it as she pulled which left the spellbound witch moaning and writhing. Wisps of energy she stirred up rose from Trixie's mouth and flowed into her own. Somnambula swallowed it and licked her lips, feeling warmth return to her fading flesh, but only for a moment. She would need far more to complete herself! Greedily she yanked Trixie's top open, watching her tits bounce free. She slid the gown lower, revealed her stomach, then the tight cleft of her pussy, until she peeled her clothes away completely and tossed the offensive garments aside. Impatient, she also tore the garments from Starlight, who was similarly stacked, followed by Beatrix until she completely denuded the trio, their curves gleaming under the streams of moonlight that peeked in from the windows. It would take too long to handle them all by her lonesome, so instead she chanted and worked her magic, an ankh appearing on her belly. Inside her slippery womb something stirred, a nest of snakes that crawled along her slimy walls, summoned into her. She gasped and moaned as they writhed and twisted, the first one starting to wiggle its serpentine head out of her cunt. Juices dripped off the snake that peeked out her slit, and she cast back her head and whined, the first of many orgasms striking her as it slid over her g-spot during her orgasmic birth. It slid halfway out of her, started to intertwine up Trixie's ankle. The first snake popped out in a spatter of pussy juice that made her squeal. It climbed its way up Trixie's thighs, coiling, and the slumbering witch whined as its head pushed against her twat, pushing its way in and spreading her open as it moved deeper. Somnambula continued to pump out the nest of her womb, and the snakes hissed as they curled around her prey, circled around their tits and squished them, burrowed into all the pussies, assholes, and mouths left open to them. The mummy emptied the last snake and crawled atop the bed. She spread her thighs and pressed her twat to Trixie's, scissoring her, their filled slits not connected by a single thick snake that thrust in wet squishes in-and-out between them. As she worked them over, more energy flowed out of their sweaty forms, that thrashed and moaned and were nibbled on by the serpents that latched onto their tits, bit and licked at their nipples between hisses. By now the sheets were thoroughly soaked in their messy orgasms, the threesome squirting like her on occasion, jutting up their breasts as they arced their backs. She practically bathed in their release, eyes closed and head cast back, more rejuvenated by the moment as more wisps flowed around the snakes that filled their mouths. Their cheeks burned, as did hers, massaging circles around her dusky tits as they filled with warmth. She could feel Trixie shaking below her, still attached twat-to-twat, swathed in a sticky trail. Basking in the warmth they radiated, she stretched and yawned. At her command the serpents dissipated, constructs born of her ancient magic. She studied the rise and fall of their breasts, the way they were splayed about, their hair a ragged mess. She took it they were satisfied. She certainly was. Planting a kiss on each of their lips, she withdrew a final blot of life force, but dared not siphon anymore, worried they would dry up and turn to dust before her eyes. They would probably wake up with lots of questions, but that wasn't her problem as she made her exit out the door, hopeful she could remain solid for at least a week. ***** Raising an eyebrow Trixie asked, “Did you wet the bed my little hellspawn? It's okay, it happens to everyone!” “I'm not a child anymore,” Beatrix complained back and blushed. “Looks like we all had a really wet dream.” “Well, these bedsheets are ruined!” Starlight shook her head, the mattress thoroughly soaked and a musky smell still lingering. They all silently agreed it was better not to ask questions, unwilling to speak of the erotic dreams they'd had. And all the while, over a bath and breakfast, Beatrix wondered if her Nightmare Night was truly over...? As if in answer her Prima Materia hummed and glowed in resonance...
