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

Making the rounds in the mansion, Beatrix Belladonna visited all the current inhabitants. First on her list was Sunny, who she discovered back in the wine cellar, pouring herself another drink from a cask.

“Yo,” Sunny greeted, turning off the tap before her mug threatened to foam over. She threw down another glass and covered her mouth to hide a small burp.

“A couple of drinks for the road?” Beatrix asked, grinning before she planted her curved buttocks onto the stool. “Or have you decided to stick around for a little longer? Either way, I’m just glad to have an opportunity to relax.”

“Eh.” She shrugged. “Don't have anywhere in particular that I need to be, so why not enjoy the goods? You got a pretty swell deal here! No rent, all you can drink.... The only downside is that there aren’t any guys other than Midnight around here, and Cerise got her hooks into him. Kinda dull.”

“Oh, don’t worry, there will be other visitors. I’m sure you and I’ll find some men to play with,” assured Beatrix with a wink. “Still, I can’t thank you enough for all your help!”

“Don't mention it,” she snickered, waving away her praise. “Shadow Scythe was my responsibility, too. It wouldn’t be right having you face her by yourself.” She held up her glass to her, smiling. “Good luck on your next journey, Beatrix. And I hope you find your daughter!”

“You and me both, Sunny,” the witch nodded before moving on back up the stairs.

Next, she headed to the training room, and on the way, she cut through the massive library, where the twins were hard at work to keep it dusted.

Despite repeated attempts, Bellatrix hadn't been able to restore Wet Nurse's lost limb. But the false one Beatrix crafted through a combination of alchemy, and arcane magic served as a reasonable facsimile. The sisters were currently perched on ladders as they took feather dusters to the top shelves.

“Enjoy the view?” Foal-Bearer asked with a wiggle of her hips, the witch able to see up their skirts, frilly panties snugly nestled to their sparkly asses.

“I-it's very nice, indeed,” Beatrix giggled sheepishly. Those two sure knew how to tease her. However, she couldn't help but feel bad about what had happened, how they were forced to live the rest of their lives confined here.

“Don’t worry about us. We’ll be fine,” assured Wet Nurse, sharing her sister’s titter while they bent over further until the silky underwear rode up to their behinds.

Sometimes Beatrix swore they could practically read her mind, but deduced it was due to their connection to Bellatrix, which also enabled them to see, hear, and smell all places in the interior at once if they so chose.

They slid down the ladders and surrounded the witch, pressed soft cleavage that spilled free of their tops onto her. Beatrix savored the warmth of them, the scent of their perfume, which she inhaled, her hands drawn around their trim waists.

“If you insist on making it up to us,” Foal-Bearer whispered in one ear.

“Let us pamper you with our proud, valuable bodies as we did with Shining Armor and Cadance~!” Her sister sultry sang while licking the other ear.

“O-ohhhh~! T-that’s a tempting offer,” Beatrix shivered, however reluctantly pulling away. “But I gotta see everyone else first.” The siblings pouted while guiding her hands lower to rest on their half-naked, smooth rumps. She paused to trace their cutie marks, relished their supple, squishy skin, contained below thin coral coats.

“What a shame,” murmured Foal-Bearer hotly into her ear, which flicked in response.

“We'll be around,” whispered Wet Nurse in her other ear, and Beatrix reflexively squeezed their asses between her fingers.

Reluctantly she withdrew and moved on to her destination. Passing down more corridors, she eventually came on the barracks, where Midnight Blitzer and Cerise Silhouette were engaged in a friendly bout. The witch stayed back to observe, the two down to their underwear as they worked up a sweat, huffs, and the slap of wet flesh meeting the air with each playful strike.

It was their usual round of foreplay. Soon they were wrestling, Cerise laughing, almost able to keep up with the hyper-stallion's strength due to her bat pony nature. The dancer rolled atop him, straddled him, planted pecks all over his smooth chest.

Deciding to turn around and come back later, Cerise wiggled atop him in her neon thong and called, “Hey Beatrix! Come on in!”

“O-oh, hey!” She smiled awkwardly. “Sorry to interrupt, but, well, you two are always at it like rabbits!”

Cerise beamed and nodded. “I can't keep my hands off him! I have every intention to marry him on the spot!”

Beatrix and Midnight shared a broad eye look before Cerise cleared her throat, blushing hotly. “W-well, I mean, after we get to really know each other. Don’t wanna rush into things again, eheh~!”

Midnight chuckled, rubbing her cheek affectionately. “Right! She’s taught me so much about things I didn’t know I was missing! I’m ecstatic to meet with her parents! Although I'm a little nervous how King Sombra’s gonna react knowing that I, well, slept with his little princess...”

She playfully punched his muscular chest. “He's not that scary, trust me! I know Inky Rose will adore you, too!”

He swallowed and nodded, his massive plume wrapped around her. His hands tightened around her lower back, traced the dimples of her buttocks, body heat shared between them as their gaze met. His emerald eyes looked back to the witch. “So uh, what brings you to us?”

“I’m just letting you know that I’ll be heading out for a bit,” Beatrix explained. “Let me know when you’re both ready to head home, and I’ll take you. Your mother might be worried sick, princess.”

“Ahhh, she can wait,” assured Cerise, waving the thought away. “Inky Rose used to run around partying and going on her own adventures, so why can't I? She never would've married my daddy if she wasn't willing to take risks!”

“That's true,” said Beatrix. “But don't forget Midnight gets a say in this, too!”

He thought it over a moment. “I want to stay with Cerise. I don't have much to keep me back where I live. No family or friends…well, not including you guys.” He frowned a moment, then perked back up when he studied his lover. “Just another soldier, really. Shining Armor will wonder where I went, but probably assume I deserted or died. I want to drop in and tell him the truth, at least.”

“We’ll tell him together,” Cerise assured, nuzzling her snout to his before casting her glance to Beatrix. “Oh, and let us know if there’s anything we can do to help you find Abby!”

“Yeah, I wanna help you out! You’ll tell us, won’t you?”

“I-I will, thank you,” Beatrix nodded, smiling. “I’ll be back in a bit. Have fun, you two~” With a wink and shake of her hips, she turned around to leave the lovers be, mentally counting down to when the two of them would be at it again. After all, a hyper-stallion has his needs, and Cerise seemed more than happy to sate them regularly.

Not even reaching the bottom step and she could hear the lovers moaning for each other, the shift of undergarment removal, her face burning and her ears flicking as her imagination ran wild.

Lastly, she headed to the basement, once the abomination’s core, now tamed by her sister Bellatrix Primadonna. The chamber was spacious and straightforward, complete with a bed, table, and a small television.

“Oye, lov!” Moxxi waved, sitting on her sister’s shoulder, who had temporarily detached from the manor to wander about.

The angelic shifter, radiant and clad in flowery white lingerie, stepped forth to hug her sister tightly. “I’ll be here to look after things while you’re away. Just don’t get stuck somewhere, alright?”

“Relax, I’m noting going to be gone for too long. I’d miss you too much,” Beatrix exclaimed, returning her embrace while scooping the little imp in-between, nearly suffocating her in their pillowy flesh.

“Oh, blimey~! If this is wot 'eaven feels loike, I don’t eva wanna go back ter 'ell~” The imp snickered, doing her best to snuggle between them.

“Oh, hush you,” Beatrix sniggered, playfully flicking her nose before releasing the demon from her marshmallow prison. “What about you, Moxxi? Got any place you wanna go?”

“Nah, I fin' I'll stay 'ere for a while.” The imp stretched, floating back onto the bed. “It’s all sugar and spice ter talk wif someone 'oo doesn’t wanna donald duck me Dahn The Drains aahhht, ya feel me? Plus, there 're still quite a few places where I can go explorin’ that might be useful for your journey.”

Beatrix froze up a little before looking away.

Bellatrix noticed the sudden shift in posture. “Something the matter?”

“No, it’s just…. Everyone wants to help me find Abadonna and I…I don’t know how to react! I’m…a little overwhelmed, is all.” She sniffled, rubbing some tears away from her eyes before a soft smile spread across her lips. “But I’m really grateful!”

Just then, the tv started to light up, a strange static visible through the glass. Moxxi jumped back in alarm. “Uh, mate? Don’t ya fin' it’s a lil' Liz Hurley ter be playin’ gaff tricks on us?”

“T-this isn’t me! I’m not tethered to the manor right now,” Bellatrix reminded, her eyes narrowed in concern.

The three of them slowly looked closer as a muffled voice tried calling out through the white noise.

“...ahmzzz… zzzaahmm…. Maahmzz!”

“You heard that, right?” Beatrix asked before a tiny hand held out from within the tube, the witch yelping.

Soon, the static cleared as a monochrome unicorn filly appeared, pale white eyes staring widely at Beatrix’s shocked expression. “Abby?!”

“Mama!” Her voice echoed.

“Oh, Abby, you’re okay!!” Beatrix gasped, kneeling to her height, hands trying to push through the glass as if she could reach in and pull her daughter out. “Where are you, sweetie? Can you tell me where you are?!"

“I-I don’t know, mommy.” The little unicorn wept. “It’s like a big…library that never ends! And there’s this…creature here, looking for me…eyes full of stars!”

“A library?!” Beatrix looked to her sister, hope in her eyes while she and Moxxi stared, astonished at the child. “Don’t worry, sweetie! Mommy’s coming to get you!”

“P-please hurry…. I’m so scared…. I need you, mommy! I need you and daa--a-ahahazzz...”

The transmission started to fizzle out before Abadonna’s form dissolved back into the static, the television shutting itself back off.

At once, Beatrix stood up, a fist tightened as she turned to the angel and demon. “A library. I need to check every library there is. I’ll be back!” They nodded, watching the unicorn rush up the stairs.

But before she could head out the door, she reminded herself there was one more person she needed to visit.

Shadow Scythe had settled herself in the library, much like how she and Beatrix initially met in the manor. Once her hated enemy, she was now left in her care.

As Beatrix walked towards her, she drew her hood back, looking up from her book and smiling. Before the witch could respond, the reaper rose, rushed up, and embraced her, barely able to hold back a soft sob.

“I-I've missed you,” admitted Shadow Scythe while trembling, unable to hold back the emotions that poured out.

“Hey, don’t worry! I'll always come back! I swear it!” Ever since Sunny had awakened empathy for the first time in Shadow Scythe, she had clung to all of them, her in particular, like she was her mother. She cradled her to her bosom, heard her whimper like a frightened foal.

Would the reaper ever recover her memories? Bellatrix swore to keep watch over her at all times, just in case. She retained the same brilliance but was emotionally a child, a stark reminder of herself, who'd never been able to grow up.

“Please, don't leave!” She clung to her, worried she would abandon her, and Beatrix stroked her pale mane, looking around uncomfortably. Whatever her sins, they had done this to her. Was it crueler to let her live like this? Or was this for the better, the reaper offered a second chance at life? Her heart ached each time she peered into those now innocent, ice-blue eyes.

“I have to. But I'll be back soon, I swear it!” She needed to find her daughter, after all. And to do so, she would need to explore every new dimension and spend time in them until she could perfect her ability to warp space. And as of now, that started by checking every library.

Most of them tried to keep their distance from Shadow Scythe and were sworn not to discuss her past. She'd tried to befriend them all, and imprinted on Beatrix in particular, the irony not lost on the witch.

The reaper asked, “What about-”

“My sister will look after you while I’m gone. She can shift the whole interior at her will! There will always be something new to see! And I plan to invite more people to befriend, too! Who knows how many will crash here by the time I'm done?” There was a twinkle in her eye when she booped the tip of the reaper's snout.

Shadow Scythe frowned. “Okay.” Reluctantly she turned back to her book.

Beatrix took one last look at her. With everything in order she exited the mansion.

Outside there was sunlight now, or the illusion of such, Bellatrix's sphere of influence slowly increasing over the immediate area where tufts of grass had started to grow. Eventually, she speculated the entire barren planet might be altered to fit a vision of paradise.

But that was a long time off. At the least, it meant the twins could follow her outside. They bowed then waved her off.

She waved back, traced a circle in the air, and sliced open a shimmery bluish-white portal that hummed.

Where would this one take her? Perhaps somewhere that would guide her to where Abadonna was hiding?

With determination pumping her heart and magic flowing through her veins, Beatrix walked in without a second thought, never one to ignore the call for adventure.

But just as the portal she drew closed behind her, a new one opened right after. Bright light emerged from the swirling nexus before a tall pegasus in white robes emerged. His plume unfurled, each wing adorned with dozen of magenta eyes.

The pair on his face opened as the light diminished behind him, taking in the sight of the looming manor before him. A sinister smile spread his muzzle.

“So this is where you’ve been staying, Beatrix,” the winged immortal complimented with a chuckle.

“E͏̺̭̩̣͓̦̖̬̣x̢̨͚̱͓̥͖͓̀c̴̭̰̙̖̪e̷̬̤͈͍̹̝͘͝l͏̲͞l͍̬̝͢è̺̟̭ͅn̫͓̹t̺̺̞̙̳̩̣͈̻~͇͔̟͓̹̤͡!̢̡͔̘̳̤͔̰͖̦”