Forbidden Manor At The End Of Time : A Beatrix Belladonna Tale

Having returned to her laboratory tucked away in the dungeon, Shadow Scythe drank down a cup of bitter tea, the steamy liquid settling in her belly. The latest beast she'd opened up was slumped over a gurney, dripping onto a sheet the maids had laid out, tongues hanging out the hound's mouths. Empty dead eyes stared at the gray, battered walls. She paced about, her latest setback playing over-and-over in her head, her plan ruined thanks to the imp’s true form.

Soft coos echoed behind her as Foal-Bearer and Wet Nurse placed Midnight on a bed of clean blankets, stripping him down. They pressed their supple nakedness to the unconscious stallion, who stirred fitfully in his sleep, leg kicking out.

“N’aaaaw, He’s so adorable,” murmured Wet Nurse, who traced his downy feathers. “Such a sweet little pet he’ll make!”

“Careful not to spoil him, sister,” chided Foal-Bearer, tracing her fingers down his muscles to feel up his chiseled stomach. “A true stud can't afford to be soft, or his herd will lose respect for him. I hope we can add sweet little Cerise to our wonderful family.”

“Enough fooling around, you two,” Shadow Scythe seethed, tossing her cup away, the shatter startling the twins. “Break him in.”

“With all due respect, mistress,” began Foal-Bearer. “We shouldn't rush this! He should be allowed to reach his full potential. Certainly, he will make a powerful soldier in his current state, but merely that. We can mold him into the stud he was meant to be.”

“We can groom him into a proper stud,” Wet Nurse added, giddy with glee. “Help him become the hyper-stallion he is meant to be! Do you not know what that means?!”

“It just means he’s particularly virile,” Shadow Scythe scoffed. “What does any of that have to do with my plans, you lowly sluts?”

“Hyper-stallions can end up feral,” explained Foal-Bearer, careful not to sound condescending and to put on her most reserved, polite voice. “They can grow larger than average, as evidence by his wings…and other appendages~” She clinically traced his penis and testicles, swollen larger than before, even in his unaroused state after he'd started to sexually awaken.

“That means he will have more strength, speed, and agility than normal!” Giggles escaped Wet Nurse, who blushed bright and shook, unable to contain herself.

“And what about intelligence? Is that not enhanced?”

Wet Nurse said, “W-well, Scholars speculated hyper-stallions are a throwback to our primitive ancestors, so...”

“Phah! That would explain why he’s so dumb,” the reaper chuckled.

“Perhaps,” admitted Foal-Bearer, continuing to fondle his junk, causing Midnight to stir more as it swelled in her relaxed grasp. “However, it also makes him an ideal mate, able to pass on his genes to large herds at a time and ensure his offspring will turn out exceptional. We'll draw his domineering instincts to the surface, making him an excellent tool for you to exploit.”

Thinking it over, Shadow Scythe wondered if the older twin, in particular, was far more crafty than she pretended.

Was she trying to manipulate her because the sisters wanted to keep the endowed fool for themselves? Bah, It didn't matter.

More alien babble reverberated in her skull, and she understood with a nod. “Very well. For now, you have my permission to work him over as you like.”

“YES! Erm, I mean! Thank you!” Wet Nurse cheered sheepishly, bowing her head alongside her twin.

“We will no doubt surpass your expectations, mistress,” added Foal-Bearer, continuing to trace his groin with her sister. A low growl emerged from his snout, wingspan flexing, his stallionhood swelling out of its sheathe to fullness. “Oh my! Any poor, untrained mare would struggle to take such a monster into her! Thankfully, we have lots of experience handling studs like Shining Armor~!”

Wet Nurse burned all over, eager to take him into her, but a sharp look from her twin reminded her they shouldn't go all the way yet. They needed to work him up to that if they wished to see him become a powerful stud unlike any that had ever lived.

Perhaps the manor would even allow them to capture mares across dimensions and add those vixens to his herd? They believed a mare couldn't be happier than when she sexually submitted to a dominant stallion in their current state, slave to their vices.

Shaking her head in silent disdain, Shadow Scythe returned to her operation, gleaming what secrets she still could from the dissected hound. Her ears flicked at the sound of the twins running their tongues gradually up-and-down Midnight's shaft, its tip now runny as they lapped up his thin release and shared it between them, noisily making out around his swelled cock.

Curious, she paused to watch as his hands shot up and firmly seized the twins by their manes. They mewled in satisfaction, mouths forced down on his shaft one at a time, as he alternated between them.

Messily they sucked his thick vein-lined meat, taken to the base, strings of saliva and precum still attaching their glazed lips to his gargantuan horsecock that throbbed.

They were careful to keep him in a drugged state, somewhere between sleeping and awake, where his conscious mind was pushed down and a lusty, feral beast suppressed beneath that innocence was allowed to rise. A hungry, domineering creature who mares would thank to be broken by his pillar of masculinity.

His hands tightened in their hair, making them surrender. Howling, his cock and bursts of incredibly thick cum repeatedly fired over their blushing faces. Slapped by dense rope-after-rope, they stuck out their tongues, coated in layers of gooey slime that dribbled and swung off their chins.

Forced to close their eyes at the relentless onslaught that practically drowned them, more smacking over their bare tits in droves.

“Oh wow,” slurred Wet Nurse through a mouthful of spunk that clung to her teeth and gums. She and her sister were unbelievably drenched between their inner thighs, their pussies winking, and their assholes clenching to be filled.

Yet they reminded themselves they couldn't allow his dick inside them, no matter how desperately they wished otherwise. They settled on making out instead, passing the slimy discharge between them, the shared pleasure between them doubled.

“Ah sis,” murmured Wet Nurse, who massaged her sis's cutie mark of intertwined female symbols. “I feel...different?”

Reaching between Wet Nurse's thighs and sinking fingers into them, Foal-Bearer withdrew the stick digits, still connected by a drooling trail of twat nectar. “You're wetter than normal. More like…me!” She watched her sister swallow each digit all the way, sucking them clean, her cunt still oozing without ceasing. “We've been...switched?”

Testing her theory, Foal-Bearer squeezed her own tits, slivers of milk leaking out her perky nipples. That settled it. She traced her own stitched scar, uncertain what to feel as she massaged her now overly sensitive breasts in slow circles.

“How did the mistress mess up reassembling us so carelessly?!” whispered Wet Nurse.

A stern look from Foal-Bearer silenced her sister. She couldn't help but worry that questioning their mistress could have severe consequences. From the corner of her eye, she surveyed the offal that now filled the ghoulish bathtub.

“Let's continue,” said the older twin, afraid their mistress would show her impatience.

Watching the twins lick his loins clean, Shadow Scythe rolled up her sleeves and snapped on disposable gloves, sliding into the open chest cavity of her specimen and digging around. Her eyes flashed white, small flashes of where the creature had been, and the fragmented memories of what it consumed zipped like subliminal messages through her headspace.

Sadly, wretched animals could only teach her so much. It was why she had first turned to sapient subjects, even though it was strictly forbidden. Mostly ones who wouldn't be missed as she delved into their hearts and minds, her greed for knowledge insatiable.

“One must have a certain level of self-awareness for their soul to be claimed. A shame most choose to indulge themselves with lesser things…like procreation,” she lamented with a bitter sigh.

After her operation was finished, she peeled off her gloves, tossed them into a bin, and wrapped her aura around the hound, its corpse deposited on a pile atop the other torn up carcasses. The stench was overpowering, but the maids would no doubt feed the remains into the hearth soon. Probably the moment they finished their distasteful 'fun' with Midnight.

Intrigued by what Midnight would be like in a more primal state, she imaged that he would be converted to an undead warrior without peer. A tool that would run rampant over her adversaries. And who knows?

Maybe he would even let him add her defeated foes to his herd! She snickered cruelly, a twinge of excitement over the thought of that irritating Beatrix being reduced to a lowly fucktoy for all eternity.

*****

Returning to what Beatrix had dubbed the 'love motel' room, she plopped back down on the bed. Thankfully, it was roomy and spacious enough to support all of them to lay down together. Cerise sat herself atop it, dismay written all over her face.

“Look, I know you’re fired up to go and rescue Midnight,” Beatrix offered to comfort the daughter of darkness. “But we're simply not up to it! Not when Bellatrix and Moxxi are in their current state, half-dead. We all could use a little rest, for once.”

“I-I know,” replied Cerise with clutched fists. “I just don’t wanna feel hopeless anymore! I wanted to come out of this stronger and more reliable. And yet, I couldn’t stop them...”

A bemused Bellatrix tucked the imp into the silk sheets, who yawned cutely while snuggling up in the covers. “Painful as it's been to realize, there's a limit to how much one can accomplish on their own. The fact that Shadow Scythe hasn't realized this folly is why she's destined to lose.” After stretching her sore limbs, she slid her battered, radiant body next to the worn-out imp, gazing at her thoughtfully. “Rest easy, short one. Then, I’ll teach you what I can.”

“Swell~” Moxxi cooed softly before coiling her tail around the she-devil’s ankle. Bellatrix shook her head before laying her head down on the heart-shaped pink pillow.

“Someone should stay up in case the house changes, or Shadow Scythe approaches,” Beatrix suggested, standing up. “I'll take point for now. Someone can take over later.”

Sunny poured herself another drink before taking a side of the bed. “Didn’t you just say we all need our beauty sleep?”

“Y-yeah, but I’ll be fine,” Beatrix insisted with a swish of her mane. “I'm used to long, sleepless nights on the road alongside my mom. We used to travel worldwide through war-torn areas and sites, all to inspire happiness to others… for the right price~.”

Taking a sip, Sunny shrugged and said, “Suit yourself. Just don't try to carry the burden alone, okay?”

“Pft. Please, I’m not my father. You’ve got nothing to worry about,” the witch laughed.

A born trickster didn't concern themselves with ideals like honor, and she was undoubtedly her mother's daughter. No, she assured herself that as a leader, this was simply the most practical option.

Once more, her mind wandered back to Abadonna. Was she okay? Was she missing the best parts of her life? The higher plane she was supposedly trapped in meant she would barely age.

But how would that affect her psyche? In a sense, Beatrix and her half-sister Flurry Heart had missed their own childhoods in their war with the Cult of the Nemesis, as a potion they developed between them had allowed them to age up quickly.

And as a result, neither has fully emotionally matured by the time of adulthood.

The violet mare sighed. It seemed so long ago. A more carefree life despite the circumstances. When she believed Shining Armor and Trixie Lulamoon invincible. Her father's brutal loss at the war's climax had been one of the first real steps to maturity.

And now she felt the weight of responsibility rest on her shoulders, her maternal instincts driving her to keep searching.

“I’ll find you, Abby. Just.… Gotta be strong.” Her eyes watered, clasping the Prima Materia that held her cape for comfort.

Gradually, her companions settled down to sleep. The lights were dimmed, and the witch removed her hat, staring at it. She couldn't afford to mess around too much, not when so many counted on her.

Removing a glass, she poured herself a mild drink also, her eyes trailing over the bed where they slept, Moxxi noisily snoring while hogging most of the covers for herself.

“Seems I'm not the only childish one,” she murmured quietly with a giggle, reminded of her own misspent youth on the road. Boy, did that child-like cockiness of hers lead to lots of instant karma, back in the day!

Once she found her glass empty and set it aside, she looked over to the jacuzzi and figured she could take a dip, having not gotten the chance to before.

Turning on the jets, she slipped out of her leotard, gloves, and boots. She slid her legs, then her body inside, sighing out heavenly over the warmth and rolling bubbles. Wiggling her fingertips, Beatrix decided to work on a few spells. Simple ones, as she couldn’t afford to burn herself out.

The witch tried to trace a circle in the air, hopeful that the manor was weak enough for her to cut a rift in a last-ditch effort to escape should they need it. Beatrix frowned in disappointment as nothing happened, and after a couple more minor spells, she resigned to just relax in the hot tub.

With her daughter still fresh on her mind, she started to dose off before a splash sound alerted her. “Bwaaah!!” She yelped.

“Whoops! Sorry there, girlie!” Moxxi apologized cheekily as she resurfaced from the steamy waters, smiling coyly. “Didn’t mean ta make ya wetter~.”

“Nggh.... Moxxi, you should be asleep,” Beatrix groaned, rubbing her face.

“Nah, that’s my line, lov,” The imp giggled, comfortably stretching her arms over the rims of the tub. “But since we both can’t get some shuteye, why don’t we have our Lil’ one on one? I think we’ve held off long enough.”

“You mean you’ve held off long enough. But, yeah, we’re way overdue for some answers. So.… Tell me about yourself; let’s start there.”

“Well, as ya can see, I’mma sucker for gossip…and lollies.… And meaty co-”

“I’m serious, Moxxi!” Beatrix cut off in annoyance. “Can you not have your mind in the gutter for one damn second?!”

“Sure, I could! But where da fun in dat?” She snickered before clearing her throat, a more subdued expression on her broad face. “But, for starters...my name’s not Moxxi, mate. That’s more of a pet name I’ve acquired. My real name’s Anarchia.”

“Anarchia.… Like ‘anarchy’?”

“Eeyup. Rebellious to da bone, I am~” Moxxi confirmed, her tail swishing about in the jacuzzi waters. “Just call me Moxxi, though. Much easier on da tongue, along with some other things I can put on there~.”

“...you’re never going to take things seriously, are you?”

“I do, Lov! Honest! It’s just my way of lightin’ da mood around this dreary place. Nothing harmful about a few dirty jokes and innuendos, amirght?”

“No, I guess not,” Beatrix sighed, holding her bust under crossed arms. “I’d rather be talking with you for real than under fake sympathy.”

“Oh, Please, Beatrix! De only thing fake around here are those fat tits of yers~” She teased, her tail quickly whipping over to smack one.

“Gahh! H-hey!” The witch hissed, folding her arms over her breasts with a flustered expression. “They’re not fake!”

Moxxi raised an eyebrow, clearly not buying it.

“...okay, so I may have used a few alchemy-derived ‘enhancements’ to make myself a tad bustier,” she admitted in a conspiratorial whisper. “But only a smidge! People would've noticed. What’s the shame in giving your girls a tad more bounce?”

“Pft. I’m not complain’! Boobs are boobs. As long as I can grab ‘em, smack ‘em, rough ‘em up, I’m a happy scamper~” Moxxi smiled, much to the witch’s embarrassment.

“Okay, no more getting off track,” Beatrix urged. “I want to know what your relationship is to Ze-”

“AAAAAAUUP!!” The imp rushed out to shove the spade of her tail into the mare’s mouth, muffling her speech further. Her eyes darted to the rest of their friends, still sound asleep despite the noises.

“This tub is a safe haven, lov,” Moxxi instructed, now acting seriously. “We don’t use dat name from now on, got it? Because I have my own questions about you and ‘he-who-shall-not-be-named-as-of-further-noticed’ eva since dat dream of yers. Now, I’m gonna remove my tail and explain my side, but I expect to hear yers. Savvy?”

Beatrix nodded, shocked to see this side of the imp as she pulled out with a wet ‘pop’ before rubbing the taste off her lips. Moxxi gathered a deep breath, exhaling the nervousness out of her system before looking back into the unicorn’s eyes.

“He’s…my brother.”

“Your WHA-”

Once more, her mouth was sealed shut, this time with an X marking over her muzzle. “SHHHHHHH! They’re still sleepin’ lov!. For tit’s sake, shut yer mouth for once!” Moxxi insisted with a hiss. The witch glared hard at the imp but nodded nonetheless.

“Yes, we’re siblings,” she continued. “In our universe, there was a god known only as the Divine Father; One of those ‘celestial creator’ types. They created the primordials or ‘first ones.’ Me and my brother that is. We were meant to be opposites. Him, a son of order and righteousness to sing the Divine’s holy praises. Me, a daughter of chaos to keep balance with my shenanigans. We traveled to many planets, full of lifeforms and creatures to ensure our creator’s will.”

Beatrix listened intently, Moxxi’s tale reminding her very much of how her own mother would take her to many places. She would never guessed that she and this infuriating imp shared something in common! This was intriguing, especially as it revealed more about the father to her child.

“We did a lot together! Had our little squabbles and petty arguments, but we were tighter than bondage knots. But.… Things changed when the Divine Father discovered a forgotten world. A world he didn’t create! We were shocked, so naturally, we wanted to explore it. And there, we found mortals, beings with their own lives, thoughts, and spirits we hadn’t a clue about!”

“My brother and I became so enamored, wanting to learn as much about them as they did us! Discovering what got people off, hostin’ da first orgies to go down in record books. Oh, those were wonderful times!” Moxxi sighed, eyes closed to recall the memory for all its warmth and nostalgia. But her smile faded as she looked away.

“But the Divine Father was furious; the gall for a world outside their control to exist. We were ordered to eradicate the planet. Your’s truly, naturally, went against this. I wasn’t gonna commit genocide on a bunch of good people. Enraged with my defiance, they sought to smite me, even though they made me this way. And I would have died…if not for my brother. He had come to love mortals and, together, we used all our ancient magic to fend off the Divine Father. Eventually, we defeated them, but at a cost. They cursed me with this short n’ chubby body, incapable of usin’ my full power and charm. And my brother? Well.… He left him a purpose.”

‘Oh no…’ Beatrix’s eyes slowly widened in realization.

“Heh…. Jugdin’ by dat look, ya know precisely what happens next,” Moxxi chuckled dryly. “The Divine Father turned his love against him, as he soon learned how horrible and cruel mortals can be. Dat love became the catalyst to his descent into madness, insisting that their souls must be free of wicked deeds and thoughts. That order must be established. That everyone must be purified.” The imp shuddered at the words, the implications clear to the muted witch.

“It was heartbreakin’, Lov. Seein’ yer own flesh and blood turn zealous to purge the mortals he adored into husks without emotions or consciousness. I didn’t know what to do.… Until yer friend, Oona came into da picture. She and her father planned to seal him inside a tome that would become the Necronomicon. Course, he was heckin’ powerful, and they would have perished had I not used what little power I could to disable him long enough to lock him away.”

The imp fought hard to keep the sobs from escaping her lips, her claws wiping some drips from her eyes, sniffling. “It’s not easy goin’ against yer family, lov. I loved my brother to death, and it hurt seein’ what he became. But we had no choice…”

At the snap of her fingers, she removed the X mark off Beatrix’s mouth, much to the witch’s relief through deep pants.

Once she caught her breath, she looked over how ridden with guilt the small demoness was. “Moxxi…” She murmured, the imp shaking her head as she concluded.

“Lady Ewe tasked me with disposing of the Necronomicon so that no one could use it at risk of freein’ my brother. But, along the way…I kinda lost it. Though I think I was in Sunny’s world when I misplaced the book.”

Beatrix blinked a couple of times. “Wait.... What?! You mean to tell me you’re responsible for all the hell my universe endured?!”

“H-hey, now, it was an accident!” Moxxi protested, arms held up defensively. “I-I tend to get distracted when I’ve got dick on the brain. But it’s not like it matters where the Necronomicon ended up. That black book would have doomed whatever planet discovered it. Besides, it’s not like ye’re ta blame for inviting the Eldritch to one version of Equestria, right? Or do ya secretly agree with Shadow Scythe on dat one?”

Silence hung in the air between them before Beatrix reigned with a groan.

“...okay, you’re right. That was unfair, and I was hypocritical. Sorry…”

“Tsk. Nothin’ personal, lov,” Moxxi accepted with a smile. “Y’know, in hindsight, ya would have been an ordinary unicorn if not for the Necronomicon.”

“Yeah, I still have mixed feelings about that…”

“And what sort of feelings do ya harbor for my brother?” Moxxi asked with a curious brow. “I mean, there must have been somethin’ if ya willingly slept with a primordial!”

Beatrix pursed her lips, the image of her nightmare of him still fresh on her mind. “I don’t know. When I first meet…he-who-shall-not-be-named-until-further-notice, he was kind of.... Charming, sweet, and considerate before I found out he was a lunatic. He’s adaptive, unpredictable, cunning, and ruthless…but I think there is a softness somewhere. He clearly loves Abby, but…I fear what would happen if he got to her first...”

Moxxi leaned a claw to tenderly rub her shoulder, eying the unicorn mother sympathetically. “You and I both, lov. Though ya gotta admit, takin’ an angel’s first time must be quite da accomplishment~!”

“Wait…. He was a virgin?!”

“Oh, he read da books, knew the birds n’ bees, but he never dared try to toss anyone ‘hail marys’~! Often said it was beneath him, but I think he was just shy.”

“...huh,” Beatrix pondered. That did make her feel somewhat robust. Not many could claim to have bagged an angel. She shook her head before clearing her throat. “W-well, that’s beside the point! I’ll have plenty to ask Lady Ewe the next time she and I cross paths. But until then, we need to focus on the task at hand.”

“Aye, yer right. We’ll celebrate with a big smashin’ party once we bust outta here,” Moxxi agreed, pouring some champagne into a glass to take some sips.

Beatrix watched before a coy smirk appeared on her snout. “Though I will admit, I do hold fond memories of the second time he and I got intimate~.”

The imp’s eyes bulged out of her head, spitting out her drink.

“Ya fucked him TWICE?!”

*****

“Mmnaagh…really gotta stop waking up like this,” yawned Midnight, stretching out his tired limbs. As his eyes fluttered open, he found himself naked atop a pile of blankets. Cuddling him on both sides were the nude twins, whose dulled prismatic, crystalline curves were a gorgeous contrast to the dingy dungeon that surrounded them.

He attempted to rise and seek a weapon, only for his feet to give way as he crumpled back down immediately.

“Don’t bother trying to fight,” Shadow Scythe said, addressing the stallion like he was a child. She remained seated by her lab equipment, sipping tea. “They've pumped you full of enough drugs to slow down a yak. Face the facts, kid. You’re our slave now.”

He slumped back between the maids, basked in their coolness, unable to deny how lovely it was to be held onto like this. The sisters stirred, tracing his chest, stomach, and buttocks, his broad wings continually twitching. He grimaced upon seeing the carved up meat that filled a tub overflowing with blood. “How did you become so cruel? Did you have an abusive childhood, or-”

“Hah! Hardly. My childhood was wonderful, if a tad dull. I could have been a famous scholar, were it not for my cutie mark. That was the moment I realized my destiny. And that to seize it, I couldn't allow anyone to restrain me. You self-righteous hero types would proclaim me born a monster. But in reality, I simply operate on a level far beyond the reach of common fools.”

Midnight struggled. He never wanted to believe anyone could be naturally evil, but Shadow Scythe made a convincing case.

“Relax,” cooed Foal-Bearer as she and her sister started to pepper his muscles in tiny pecks, bare skin pressed on him.

“We'll take good care of you, stud,” promised Wet Nurse with a wink. Before he could ask what that meant again, she quickly brought up an explanation. “A stud is a stallion who knows how to please a mare in the ways of sexual intercourse. Studs also typically pick up lots of mares to form a herd where they’ll all bear his offspring. Don’t worry, you'll have your pick once your herd properly forms!”

“And we’ll be here to help you achieve that,” Foal-Bearer sultry whispered, playing with his sheath to raise his meat pole into her cool palm.

He furrowed his brow. “You mean like what Cerise did?”

“Yes, quite lik--w-wait what?! That coal-coated bimbo got to you first?” Wet Nurse's face fell.

“How far did you take it with her,” asked Foal-Bearer distraught. “Did she make love to you?”

“Uhm.… I-I kinda just went on instinct. I think she gave me what was called a blowjob, and then I ate her out?” He stated with a shrug of his broad shoulders.

“Oh! Whew,” Wet Nurse sighed in relief before punching the air. “Good, so you’ve still got virginity!”

“Patience, sister. We still need to take this nice and slow,” reminded the older twin. She and her sibling's delicate fingers traced up his length, and he shivered, unable to restrain a muffled moan as they tickled the dense patch of nerves.

Mind foggy after all the drugs pumped into them, the lust they stirred up also started to bring buried instincts back to the surface. Possessively, he pulled the maids to him, groping a breast and buttock in his rough hands. They mewled and squirmed, inhaled his musk, wiggling their lower halves in frustration that they couldn't be bred appropriately yet.

“Gugh…. For all the years of civilization, you prove to be a fine example of how people are no better than animals,” Shadow Scythe sneered while setting aside her empty cup.

However, he barely heard her, lost in a haze of lust that made it even more challenging to think. They needed him, didn't they? Beatrix...Cerise...Sunny...Moxxi.... He repeated their names like a mantra, afraid they would slip entirely from his mind.

At the same time, he continued to play with the twins, felt supple flesh squish and roll between his hands, his groin now afire.

His eyes glazed over time until small growls arose from his belly. Every time he tried to line his cock up with their pussies, they playfully slapped his hand away, instead stroking him off together to quench his needs. He groaned and blew another massive series of loads that shot into the air, showering all over their faces and bodies, running down their gem-like curves.

“So tasty,” purred Wet Nurse, who scooped his cum off her and her twin, then lapped it up.

“Well done, pet,” murmured Foal-Bearer into his ear and nipped it.

Sleepily, he slumped back into the blankets. The sisters licked each other clean, then cuddled back into his fluffy fur; his half-lidded eyes blurred as he tried to focus on the maids and their mistress.

Gradually, sleep claimed him.

The soldier dreamed he was a wolf on the hunt. That he pounced on his former allies and made them his own. They were resistant at first but soon submitted to him, indoctrinated into his herd.

Begging their stud to breed them, he filled each of them with his offspring, and he stirred in his sleep, growling as wet dreams made him stain his blanket and lovers...

*****

“The first lesson is about having control,” Bellatrix began, standing boldly before her audience, dressed in white lingerie so thin and clingy it barely concealed her unmentionables. “One can't allow their power to master them. From what I've heard, that's how Shadow Scythe ended up in her current position. Far as I'm concerned, she's no better than a garden variety addict.”

“Well, guess I’m screwed in dat department,” Moxxi scoffed, impatiently swishing her tail. “I mean, how does one even maintain a sense of restraint. Willpower?”

“Partially,” nodded the angel. “It’s hard to put into words. On one end of the spectrum, Shadow Scythe has too much faith in her abilities and prowess. But on the other end, my poor sister thought she was destined to remain a puppet to hers, and the results were almost ugly indeed.”

“What?! Oh, c’mon, I would have…. Yeeeaah, okay, that’s true,” admitted Beatrix, who slumped her head. “I used to be terrified of who I was. Can you really blame me, though? I had an eldritch abomination inside me, wearing me like a skin suit!” She shuddered at the creepy idea.

“Right, right, so gotta find a balance. Got it,” said the feisty ball of deviousness, bouncing on her heels. “If I wanted a lesson in self-discovery, I’d just visit that ol’ goat Oona.”

“Hey, it’s something I need to learn too,” Cerise chimed in with a smile, hoping to alleviate some of the tension.

“I’mma pass on that lesson since I learned that the hard way,” Sunny said, arms folded.

“Hmm, then perhaps a demonstration is in order? Try to copy a simple spell,” Bellatrix instructed, crafting a sphere of energy in her palm. “That's it. Charge it. Shape it.” She let the orb break apart in wisps and reform as it traveled from one hand to the next.

Her class did their best to mimic her; Beatrix quickly followed, thanks to the lessons she'd learned under her numerous teachers. Sunny wasn’t that far behind, while Moxxi strained to keep her power in check.

Eventually, the imp's ball exploded into a colorful display of sparkles and light, showering the room and comrades. “Whoops!” She chuckled sheepishly. “Looks like I popped too early~.”

“Don't concern yourself. You're chaotic by nature,” reminded Bellatrix. “We'll have to turn that into controlled chaos.”

“That’s…quite the oxymoron there, mate.”

“I can't work magic,” pouted Cerise, feeling left out once more. But unwilling to let that keep her down, she instead stripped so her clothes wouldn't be torn and bloodied, stood in the jacuzzi, and groaned as she practiced the strangely painful and pleasant task of summoning her bat-like wings, trying to control the process tightly.

“Don't force it, either! Let it come naturally,” Bellatrix reassured while juggling a pair of spheres. After a while, she added a third ball, barely able to stifle a yawn. “This should help a little, but you can't expect amazing results overnight. I am an expert, after all.”

Her attention went back to Moxxi, who was handling her single orb much better than before, balancing it on the tip of her tail. The she-devil wondered if the imp was born from the Necronomicon as well. A piece of mere fiction willed to life like the succubus had been, created by some mad author like all sex demons to satisfy baser needs?

Bellatrix was stumped over the possible dimensions this odd little creature might hail from. Though the presence of another being like her was somewhat comforting.

“You know, I used to think imps were mere pests,” admitted Bellatrix, who watched Sunny bounce flames between her palms, the crackle and glow of the intense heat filling the room before she snuffed it. “But based on what you’re capable of.… You’re not so bad.”

“Aww, thanks, lov! Nice to know someone appreciates us shortstacks~” The imp replied with a wink.

“Touche, small one,” the shifter smiled thinly, patting the imp on her head. Her attention returned to Cerise. “Perhaps I can't teach you magic…but I can teach you how to fight. You're already a dancer. So limber, you're at contortionist levels, from what I've heard.”

Cerise perked up. “That's true!” To demonstrate, she started with a cartwheel into a handstand, then once she twisted back, she broke into side-splits, lowered all the way to the floor, a cheeky smile on her snout. “Not bad, don't you think?”

“Mmm. We can work with this,” she replied and licked her chops.

Was this what Bellatrix had been missing in her life? Having a child held no appeal. However, she couldn't help but feel giddy over teaching a class. The imp, in particular, was a creature she could empathize with on a deeper level than the rest of them.

They were both outsiders. Whatever her differences, Beatrix at least appeared normal at first glance and could fit into society, should she choose to.

Yet like the imp, she was a monster. The difference between her and Shadow Scythe was that she chose not to embrace that role. Instead, Bellatrix integrated that part of her nature into herself, to aid those few who were close to her.

She alternated between lessons with the mages and the dancer, determined to help whip them in shape under the short time they had. They needed every advantage if Shadow Scythe was indeed the nigh unstoppable force of nature she'd heard.

*****

“Ooh...ah...” The same murmurs arose from the twins, Midnight's snout wet as he buried his nose into their snatches and licked them out. They squirmed under their would-be stud, who couldn't keep his hands off their sparkly suppleness.

By this point, Shadow Scythe rolled her eyes, thoroughly bored by their antics, despite her acceptance of their supposed necessity.

His mind blanked, driven purely by instinct. Watching in fascination while they cooed and squirmed beneath him, breasts and buttocks molded between his firm squeezes, he growled in further frustration, determined to be buried inside them.

“Hey sister,” murmured Foal-Bearer into her twin's ear once their mistress was distracted by her latest experiment.

“Mmmngh~! Yes?” Wet Nurse's face burned all over, eyes glazed, tongue out as she drooled.

“You know, the mistress will turn our pet into nothing more than an empty shell,” she said and continued playing with her twin's tits.

“Yes, but--gnnah~! What can we do about it? We're supposed to serve her,” she whined. After the necromancer revived them, they were supposed to be shells of their former selves, no more than dolls.

Something was amiss that made their souls burn so brightly, keeping them buried deep inside while affording an autonomy they kept secret from their mistress.

A titter arose from Foal-Bearer, who smiled. “Our pet might be the key! He's already well on his way. Perhaps we can 'convice' him to serve only us~?”

Wet Nurse murmured lost in thought before slowly nodding. “It could work. The mistress will most likely dispose of us after we've outlived our usefulness.”

“Exactly. Who knows? Perhaps our stud will want Shadow Scythe for his herd, too. She may be somewhat flat-chested by comparison, but she's otherwise a pinnacle of beauty, underneath those cold features. Such a fate would suit her after how she's treated us.” Another titter escaped, and she exchanged a drawn-out kiss with her sibling, who was still messily being eaten out.

Giddy with glee, Wet Nurse clamped her ample thighs around the face of their well-trained lover. They didn't want some cold, mindless beast who would carry out Shadow Scythe's orders without question. They wanted the absolute, savage beast of a stud they knew the hyper-stallion could be, the hotblooded stud unable to be satisfied no matter how many mares he conquered.

Memories of his friends continually slipped away, buried under a shroud of lust. His blue fur fluffed out, and he enveloped them in his massive wingspan, their palms stroking his swollen penis and testicles.

Nipping their necks, he curiously traced their cutie marks, a symbol of a destiny that had caused their parents to abandon them, calling them perverse...and the start of an eternal shared bond between them. They had always promised to take the same lover and surrendered their birth names.

His heart sank after they shared the story of their childhood. It had been a reminder of his own family, lost to him. They had been taken in by Cadance, and he by Shining Armor, their sworn loyalty to the Crystal Empire and particularly its royalty.

Would he soon lose that part of himself, too? Or would the maids be kind enough to preserve that tender part of him...?

*****

The two opposing parties trained in their own ways, unaware that the mansion itself was observing them. It could barely maintain its presence in this realm.

Each time it shifted to a parallel world, it had devoured another hapless prey, each victim it gathered having signature energy that reminded it of the real target it sought; Beatrix Belladonna.

Her soul and Shadow Scythe's would enable the ancient abomination to fully manifest into an unstoppable juggernaut of destruction, as the sentient universe swallowed other, innumerable realms.

Moxxi had warped a room that not only proved impenetrable to the beast, but nor could it quite pin down the location, as its location constantly shifted throughout its interior, out of phase like the creature was.

Dying much faster than before after the removal of Bellatrix once trapped at its heart, it was forced to pin its hopes on Shadow Scythe to preserve itself.

Its multitude of eyes manifested all over its innards focused on the dungeon and the love motel simultaneously. “There,” cried Bellatrix, who blocked a high kick aimed at her face. “Don't hold back, child.”

“I'm not a child,” retorted Cerise, who panted, soaked in perspiration as she launched another volley. She hissed, pulled back lips exposing her fangs, weaving about on her clawed feet as the bat pony worked her new moves into her dance routine.

“That's it. Stay unpredictable. Keep your opponent off-balance,” demanded the she-devil, arms sore after the series of wild blows she'd deflected. The wench was unfocused, but her raw power was undeniable under each angry strike. The imp shadowboxed, copying the dancer's movements, which allowed her to land a kick to Bellatrix's cheek.

“Oops! I-I'm sorry,” called Cerise, who rushed to the side of the fallen she-devil.

Bellatrix grinned at her, eyes shining. “Don't apologize. That was fantastic,” she admitted and spat out blood.

A challenge made her feel alive, a reminder that, while her loved ones had civilized her, she was still a huntress at heart.

Sunny nibbled on a cheese sandwich she found in the fridge. “You've come a long way. Color me impressed, too.”

Beatrix's tummy rumbled, and she gripped it. “Is that food even safe...? It's not monster guts, is it?” Her snout scrunched.

“Ah, relax, lov,” replied Moxxi. “The manor’s lost a bit of power, so I was able to pull grub from other places in space. I expect plenty of ass kissin’~” Thanks to the small bit of training and replenishment, the imp’s arcane magic had strengthened enough to warped reality in small doses.

And if she could tap into her true self again, she should be able to last long enough to bend a few more rules, if not break them entirely! “C’mon, dig in! Just try not ta let it go to yer butt, BB!” She planted another loud smack across her plush rump to send the witch forward.

Almost stumbling over herself, Beatrix opened the fridge and helped herself to the plate of sandwiches. She grinned between noisy munches, also proud of how far Cerise had come in a short time, certain the dancer's parents would be proud.

She'd always tried to win her mother's favor, and no doubt Abadonna wanted to do the same. It was in their blood, even though Trixie had denied Beatrix the Lulamoon name in fear it would make her unlucky! Not that it had seemed to help much!

The creature's focus shifted back to the laboratory. The sweat-soaked maids huddled around the fluffy soldier, who was bewildered and heaved in exhaustion, forced to entertain his lovers for hours until they were delighted. They traced his muscles covered in blue tufts, murmured more promises of all the mares that awaited their stud in return for his submission.

Lastly, it settled on Shadow Scythe. She cupped her throbbing head, filled with unbearable pressure. Groaning, the cup slipped from her shaking hand and shattered near her feet. “Yes, I know. Believe me; I'd rather be done with this, too. But if what they say about hyper-stallions is true, we can't afford to waste this opportunity!” Gradually, the alien voice relented its pull.

She rose and paced around a table lined in equipment. She could speed the process and flood Midnight in her dark energy...but not only would that drain another small portion of her own powers, but it would also crystallize him in his current state.

Much as she hated to admit it, she needed the twins if she wanted to see what a hyper-stallion unleashed could truly become.

Yet like her master, her patience was finite. Were the maids unable to deliver within a few days, she would take matters into her own hands, like she always had.

She met her reflection in the sickle. Let Beatrix and her friends think themselves secure! That would make their imminent, brutal deaths all the sweeter...