Nightmare Night in the Everfree Forest

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.