Dearly Beloved

It was the happiest day of Cerise Silhouette's life so far.

She wouldn’t say ever, not when she was still so young. But the dancer-turned-bride was ecstatic to have this day happen so soon!

She kept her neon hot pink mane styled in pigtails, held by stylized star baubles. Her shapeliness squeezed into a form-fitted scarlet dress her mother had sewn for her, somewhere between classy yet scandalous. Her charcoal-furred cleavage nearly spilled from her top, her slender back bared, the dimples of her pert bottom emphasized.

Cerise beamed wide, her neon pink eyes large and bright, aware that all eyes would be on her wherever she strode about.

The gothic manor served as the backdrop, replete with gargoyles perched above. Not merely decorations either, as the eldritch abomination that made up the structure could make them spring to life on command, if necessary. The double doors were open, and guests were able to wander in-and-out to mingle. This area was enshrouded in the illusion of sunlight, a clear blue sky with a gentle breeze. But if one moved beyond the grounds, they would see the barren planet shrouded by the cosmos that was its reality.

Thankfully the air was entirely breathable, and the grass below filled the atmosphere with earthy scents she inhaled sharply.

Cerise wandered through a small maze of tables lined in succulent feasts and desserts. Plucking up a cherry smothered in glaze by the stem, she munched on the candied delicacy, moaning in approval. Since both the manor and its owner, Beatrix Belladonna, were able to travel between dimensions freely, they had been able to invite old friends scattered across the multiverse.

In fact, it was this very mansion where she'd encountered her groom, Midnight Blitzer. She studied her stud, adorned in a navy blue tuxedo, bright blue dress shirt, and a white cortege pinned near his breast.

While she admired how handsome the stallion looked, part of her was disappointed that his chiseled chest was concealed, her leathery wings ruffling behind her.

Cerise used to be an ordinary earth mare, until a portion of her had awakened during a conflict in the mansion, transmuted into a thestral which she could now shift to at will.

A better match for a pegasus like him, she thought. His wingspan was more comprehensive than average since he was a draft stallion, his spiky dark blue mane in contrast to his more standard blue coat.

Midnight returned her smile, his emerald eyes still wide and innocent. He was a soldier from a young age and, more importantly to her, a loyal and fantastic lover.

He, too, had made a discovery about himself in the manor. He was a 'hyper-stallion,’ a sporadic mutation that was a throwback to more primitive ponies, far stronger and more virile than most common colts.

She blushed brightly, a tingling sensation throughout her plush body, trying not to focus on his prowess. Sure, they could sneak off and have some fun, but Cerise knew there would be ample time later.

Still, she wandered over to him with a titter, pressed a palm to a bare portion of his chest, and directed one of his hands to rest on the slope of an ample buttock. Gently he squeezed the soft flesh with a wolfish smirk.

“Oh, Midnight my love,” she cooed playfully, delicate fingers tracing over his broad shoulders. “This is so wonderful!”

“Yeah, this is looking great!” Her stud agreed, his grip tightening. “I’m happy that I got to see your world and meet all these friends. Though I can’t say the same for some folks...”

A trip by Beatrix allowed him to see his mentor, Shining Armor, and explain why he wouldn't be returning now that he'd settled down with her. Though, as Midnight figured, the captain was indifferent by his decision, figuring he’d gotten himself killed long ago.

Cerise frowned at her lover’s change in tone. “Are you sure you’re not beaten up by that?”

“Trust me, I’m fine,” Midnight assured, his head pressing against hers. “There wasn't much for me there, anyway. No war to fight, no family, no real direction. I wouldn’t go back, not when I’m at home with you, Cerise.”

“Good!” The dancer gave a more suggestive wink while her eyes lowered into a seductive gaze. “Because need I remind you that you’ll be married to a princess! One who will do anything to please her sweet prince~!”

“Oh yeah?” He laughed, squeezing her half-bared cleavage of her ass before the two smacked each other’s lips in growing heat.

“Ahem…”

A dry cough interrupted the lover’s latest session to pull attention towards King Sombra, standing between the two with a stern expression. Over his expensive tuxedo were silver ceremonial pauldrons, complete with a crown and scarlet cape tinged in a white hem. He studied his daughter and son-in-law, his saturnine features drawn.

Awkwardly, Midnight lightened his hold on his bride and snapped to attention. “O-ohh! H-hey, sir! I didn’t see you come in.”

“Still can’t keep your hands off my daughter, I see,” Sombra spoke darkly, raising an eyebrow. “The ceremony has yet to begin, and already you plan to ravish her like some wild animal? Surely, you were taught proper manners training under Shining Armor?”

“Daaaaaad! Enough with the tough guy routine! This is my big day,” the daughter of darkness said and rolled her eyes.

“Let them be, Sombra.” Inky Rose snickered to the side of her husband, adorned by a button-up, gothic black dress with white frills, flashy-yet-conservative, her feet housed in laced-up heeled boots. “Need I remind you of a similar stallion who was just as ravenous before we were married...?”

A low chuckle left his throat as Sombra softened his facial features. “Oh, what fun memories of that day.” The dark stallion drew his wife closer, brushing his hand over her plush breast, making her quiver.

“C’mon, don’t embarrass me,” Cerise complained playfully while Midnight felt his cheeks flourish, still not use to how sexually driven so many people were.

Sombra placed a comforting hand on his shoulder. “I jest, of course. You’re a fine catch for my daughter. Someone she can depend on. I wouldn’t have it any other way.”

“T-thank you, sir.” He smiled bashfully.

“Ohh, you're such a cute couple!” Inky squeed, observing the two lovers. Her pastel purple coat appeared closer to gray, complemented by a darker purple mane with lighter streaks, and pulled into double braids that fell at the sides of her head.

Sombra cast his glance towards Cerise, a proud smile spreading his snout. “Oh, sweetheart. She’s almost a spitting image of her during that day,” he whispered to Inky, who nodded as they studied her.

Cerise was the partial reincarnation of Inky's old friend, Pacific Glow, a tragic loss in a war that devastated her world before birth. Sombra’s dark magic had attached Pacific's soul to her own, melded it into a single entity. She remembered being lovers with her parents as Pacific, a taboo attraction between the three still there, left unspoken.

Sombra cleared his throat before looking back to him. “Midnight, I trust you will do everything possible to make Cerise happy?”

“O-of course, sir!” Midnight insisted, possessively drawing his bride close to him. “I’ll take good care of her. I swear it!”

“Good. If there’s anything I value in a son, it’s dependability,” he concluded, patting his shoulder. “To be a prince and inherit one of my territories, I must make certain you’ll be worthy. And while you’re swordsmanship is quite stunning, I feel there’s more you can learn. Perhaps I'll instruct you directly?”

Midnight gulped, recalling how antagonistic Sombra was the first time they met. He had to prove he was worthy of his daughter’s hand, dueling the king by blade. Midnight refused to give up with each blow and knockdown, earning the former tyrant’s respect, concluding the match with a standstill, and gave his blessing. But Sombra warned Midnight that for him to be his successor, they would locked blades again. And this time, he wouldn’t hold back.

“Honey,” chided Inky, removing Sombra’s hand from her ample bosom. “Now is not the time to discuss business. This is a happy day, for all of us! The future can wait.”

Sombra sheepishly folded his hands back behind him, nodding. “Yes, you’re right. This is my daughter’s day. Therefore, if there’s anything she wants, she will have it.”

Cerise pulled free of her lover momentarily to embrace her parents. “It's been wonderful so far! Almost exactly how I pictured it! It's too bad my other brother couldn't be here. At least White Shadow Penumbra came!”

“Yes, ah-- Where is he, anyhow?” Inky asked conspiratorially, before sighing. “Don’t tell me he snuck off to have ‘fun’ with Lily…”

“He is my son, after all,” Sombra added cheekily, earning a quick jab by Inky’s elbow.

“Oh, I'm sure he'll turn up soon,” Cerise giggled, turning to kiss her lover. “I need to make sure the other guests are here. Can you keep my parents company?”

“Yeah, sure thing,” Midnight smiled, taking another drawn out kiss before audibly smacking her supple rump, earning more raised brows from Sombra and Inky.

“Oh, he’s a bold one,” Sombra murmured.

“I suppose this is part of that ‘hyper-stallion’ gene,” Inky agreed with a bemused smirk.

“I'll see you later, love,” Cerise parted, taking one more kiss while wiggling her way out of his hands to wander around the manor.

“Have fun!” He waved, arching with her parents to continue their conversation.

Further in the musicians proved more audible, an entire orchestra prepared for the ceremony. Beatrix had even tracked down Sixth Measure, that boy band she was enamored with, to perform a couple of songs during the party, her parents having paid them a handsome sum. The Clef brothers were currently on stage, drinking water for their next song, before spotting the blushing bride and flashing her some poses. Cerise giggled, finding the real versions of Tenor, Bass, and Alto better than in her dreams.

She noted several familiar faces who danced in the open. First was White Shadow Penumbra, the pale pegasus wearing a turban and cape over his Nehru jacket, his attire white and trimmed in gold.

Her brother danced with Lily Longsocks, an amazonian earth mare, her coat a light pink, and her mane pulled into short purple pigtails. She laughed with him, her bright green eyes meeting his warm gaze.

“There you are,” Cerise exclaimed, shimmying over to groove with the pair.

“Sister! Welcome,” Penumbra greeted.

“You look lovely,” Lily complimented, shyly looking her over, a finger raised to her lips.

“You too!” She couldn't help but admire Lily's amazon, yet feminine frame. The pair were married in a similar ceremony back home, a way to celebrate their victory over a foe that nearly brought their planet to its knees.

“I must say, Cerise,” Penumbra said. “You picked one hell of a soldier in Midnight. I hope he wouldn’t mind a few rounds with me, after father ’s finished with him.”

“I’m sure he won’t.… But just to spar, okay? Nothing serious.” Cerise insisted.

“I won’t. I've rarely have bad blood with anyone. I just want to know the stallion who will wed my sister,” he promised.

“I’ll make sure he doesn’t cut a hair off his body,” Lily added with a wink. “Gotta make sure you two are set for a wonderful honeymoon~! I don’t think I told you how Penumbra carried me to our room, then slammed me into the bed before we-”

“Yes, you have!” Penumbra interrupted before his wife could say anything further about their intense honeymoon, his pale cheeks colored. “Ahem! Yes, I'm certain a…'hyper-stallion' will provide you many foals, should you wish it.”

“Oh, that’s right! Do you plan on having any children?” Lily asked, patting her own belly. “Penny and I have been trying a while now~!”

The often stoic General made a face at the mention of his pet name.

Cerise took a step back, rubbing her neck sheepishly. “O-oh.... Um, maybe someday. We want to have lots more fun first!”

“Don’t hink tay hard oan it, Cerise,” a smooth voice called forth, calling the mare’s attention to the speaker. Lady Ewe walked towards them, dressed in a bright green formal dress with a seethrough blue scarf draped around her shoulders. The fabric clung to her figure, plump breasts more pronounced, the silky skirt hanging over her motherly hips. Her warm honey eyes and a gentle smile graced her elegant features. “Th' time will come.”

“Oona!” The bride approached, taking her hands. “I’m so glad you could make it!”

“‘Tis a pleasure, princess.” The goat woman bowed her head in respect.

“Heehee! No need for that, we’re equals! Where's Beatrix, by the way?" Her eyes darted about. "Usually, she's with you!”

“She was, though she went tae fin' mair guests. Nae a surprise since mony ay her friends are scattered athwart dimensions. Ah heard that th' mansion must feest each time it travels, sae 'at option, Ah fear, is impractical. She shood be returnin’ suin.”

“Aw, that's too bad. I hate to see anyone on their own!” She pouted with a petulant frown, hands planted on her wide hips.

The dream faun laughed politely. “Haha, fash yerself nae. Thaur ur plenty ay new fowk Ah can meet. Plus, it won’t be lang until mah brither joins me shortly.”

“Your brother is coming?!” She had heard Beatrix mention another goat, a proud warrior from where Lady Ewe hailed. “Wow, so many heroes and soldiers are attending!”

Oona nodded. “Normally, Dion woods still be fightin' ur trainin'. But recently, he’s foond time tae spend wi' me. ‘A celebration ay life is nae somethin’ Ah plan tae miss,’ he tauld me. He an' Ah plan tae perf'rm a traditional hymn tae mark th' occasion.”

“Ooooh, that sounds wonderful! I can hardly wait~!” The dancer beamed wide, bouncing on her heels while clapping her hands.

“Don’t lit me keep ye,” Lady Ewe suggested, pulling away. “There’s still plenty ay friends tae greet.” With that, she decided to converse with Penumbra and Lily, not having had a real chance to speak with them.

Cerise nodded, making her way towards the bar, where the shelves were lined with various exotic drinks. Some were taken from different worlds. Her shapely bottom settled onto a stool, and her eyes scanned the menu. She wiggled in her seat, excitement pumping through her veins. Though the bride-in-question was aware she couldn't afford to make an ass of herself, so she needed to keep it light for the moment.

“Hi there,” the bartender greeted with a wink. The unicorn mare had a sea-green coat, silver mane in a hairband, and vivid purple eyes. Tall and athletic, her bust was modest, but she made up for that with wide hips. “Whatever you want, I can mix it.” To demonstrate, she concentrated and used telekinesis to lift several bottles wrapped in her aura. “So, babe, what's your pleasure?”

“Ohhh, fancy! Seabreeze, right?" She sucked on her lip. "Why don't you pick for me?”

“As you wish. Hmm.… I think you’re lookin’ for something sweet.” She popped a cork and poured the contents into a glass.

“Thanks!” She beamed back at her laid back smile and took a drink. Warmth settled into her stomach. “Not bad!” She licked her chops, savored the nectar-like substance that settled on her tickled taste buds. “You're a friend of Midnight's and Beatrix's, right?”

“Yeah, we were drawn into a paradise world that overflowed under colorful flora. That, and clothes were forbidden there~.”

“A nudist planet? Kinky! I wouldn't mind a nude wedding ceremony myself, but not sure how many here would go for it!” She tried not to lech over the bartender, yet couldn't deny she was curious how she would look naked. Draped in a simple dress that accentuated a toned form, it appeared she'd be more comfortable in sporty attire.

“You never know,” replied Seabreeze with another wink. She nodded at another pair slumped near the bar. "Pals of yours?"

Pressed to the furniture were a stallion and mare, the latter familiar. They were plopped side-by-side, half-finished drinks in hand and emptied bottles discarded beside them.

“Yo,” called Sunny, who offered a small wave. Garbed in black lace and heavy makeup, she was Sunset Shimmer's counterpart from the human world, shaped into an anthropomorphic unicorn in this dimension.

She waved back. “Good to see you here, Sunny! And who's your cute friend?”

“Arcanum Folklore.” He took her hand and kissed it. “You must be the princess. Sorry, didn't intend to crash your party.” The unicorn had a greyish-blue coat, amber eyes, and a black mane, his chin lined in stubble. He also dressed more casually than most in his dusty woolen overcoat, a fedora in his lap like a detective from an old pulp novel.

“Oh, no problem! So, you a friend of Beatrix's?” She tilted her head.

“Never met her. Or anyone here, honest. I was on a routine investigation and stumbled into a wormhole, I guess. At least, that's the best I could figure it. It seems like the 'mansion' accidentally scooped me up on a trip. I could tell it's some sort of monstrosity, but curiously, it seems tamed.” Arcanum downed another drink, sighing in satisfaction. “Care to offer me a lift home?”

“Whoa there,” Sunny clasped his hand and pressed her shapeliness closer to him. “Why the rush, cutie? Why not stay and celebrate! I could always use another drinking buddy.”

“Oh.… Hmm, I don’t see why not. Though haven't you had enough to drink, doll?” He noted how she draped herself on him.

“Pft! Trust me, sweetcheeks, I know my limit,” Sunny practically slurred her words and failed to stifle a small burp. Clumsily she all but straddled him, her face a bright crimson, her eyes hazy. “Heeey boy.... You're kind of cute, in a scruffy sort of way~.”

Cerise pulled her off. “Okay, Sunny, you need to cool down!” She held the unicorn who swayed in her slender arms, barely conscious. “Sorry about that, Arcanum! Don't worry, I'll make sure Beatrix gets you back home! Enjoy the party until then, okay?”

“Thanks, I will.” He flicked a lighter taken from his coat, lit up a cigarette, and took an extensive puff as he watched them leave.

Having to practically drag her stumbling partner along, Cerise headed up the short stairs, into the threshold of the mansion itself. While the interior dimensions could shift at will and the rooms shuffled as needed, the she-demon who possessed it rarely made such massive alterations, since those who dwelt in it sought domestic comforts. Currently, it wasn't unlike the first time she arrived, the foyer spacious, complete with a chandelier, suits of shining armor lined up, and a pair of staircases.

The interior was decorated with nude statues and busts of debonair mares and stallions. The paintings and murals depicted scenes from various adventures the 'owner,’ Beatrix Belladonna, had undertaken across multiple dimensions. Some worlds were primitive, post-Apocalyptic, or paradises, but one in particular where people embedded themselves in machinery caught her eye.

Cerise paused and called, “Hey, Bellatrix Primadonna? Is your sister back yet?”

A concrete wall parted like flesh, and the she-devil-turned-angel strolled out from the hole, currently in the latter guise, golden hair in curls draped down skin so radiant it glowed. Feathered wings adorned her back, a supple form clad in lacy white lingerie that was covered in rose designs, her azure eyes piercing over lips drawn in a pout. “There's no need to shout. I can hear you anywhere.”

“Oh, uh, sorry about that!” She recalled the shapeshifter could see, hear, smell, perhaps even feel whatever happened inside the grounds, ever since she had fused with the eldritch abomination disguised as a house, and become its undisputed mistress.

Bellatrix waved her apology aside, her mouth drawn into a thin line. “To answer you, I’m afraid Beatrix is still away.” Of course, the pair weren't sisters by blood, but the witch had taken the succubus in and helped her ascend to her current state. “Is there anything else I can do for you, princess?”

“Um, take care of Sunny, will you?” She held the unicorn slumped and snoring softly on her shoulder, snout open and lined in drool.

Shaking her head, a wry smile split Bellatrix's lips. “Already passed out, huh? Honestly, I feel like I’ve become a nanny with how many people I tend to.” The manor's true nature was momentarily visible as fleshy tendrils rose from below, tenderly lifted Sunny up, and deposited her on a fluffy bed in an open room. Gently she closed the door.

“Thanks! You're great!” She approached to embrace her, then remembered the she-devil usually didn't do hugs and stopped.

“I-It’s nothing really.” Bellatrix's slightly sour features softened, allowing herself to return the warm embrace she offered. They held each other a moment, and the angel rocked her in slender arms, a halo bright above her dome. “You also helped save me, after all.”

“M-me? I didn't do anything, not really-”

Bellatrix pushed an index finger over her lips. “Nonsense. You, Midnight, the twins, Sunny, Moxxi, my sister.... Hell, shamed as I am to admit it, even Shadow Scythe had a part in the salvation of my soul! Uniting with this creature provided the purpose I lacked.”

“Good." She held her for several moments. "Oh, speaking of which, where is Moxxi and Shadow Scythe? I haven’t seen them yet!”

“They're about.” Bellatrix frowned. “Those two are rather secretive and evasive. The truth is, I can never keep track of them. With the imp, I’m not surprised. She's a creature of chaos by nature who bends reality itself. The reaper, however…” She looked to the floor, concern written all over her face. “I still find it dangerous to keep her with us, especially with a bunch of people here.”

“Yeah… You don’t think Shadow Scythe will ever remember or old self, do you?”

“I hope not. Though if she does, Beatrix is prepared to confront her.” She shook her head. “Let’s not discuss this on your special day. I fear the twins are incredibly busy like always, but fortunately, they've decided to prepare a suitable surprise for you.”

Cerise tilted her head. “Surprise?”

“Yes. A moment, please.” Closing her eyes, Bellatrix silently communicated with the manor and individual inhabitants.

A few moments later, another portion of the wall audible slid open with a fleshy suckle, and from it daintily emerged two sets of the Crystal Pony twins, one pair who had been pulled into this manor and were permanently tethered here, the other sisters from the dancer's own homeworld.

Dressed in their usual maid uniforms, complete with headdresses, stockings, and heels, their light pink coral coats glittered under the soft light above. Even their eyes were gem-like, manes styled in bob cuts. Midnight had innocently described them as 'works of art that looked like they belonged in a museum,’ and she couldn't help but agree, admiring their beauty in a stare.

“Welcome home, princess,” the foursome said in unison and curtsied.

“Wow, this is so cool! Really thankful you decided to come!" She pursed her lips. "Um, but won't this get kind of confusing...?”

“I wouldn't worry about that,” said one of the sisters named Foal-Bearer, due to her slightly wider hips. Or at least that had been the case until Shadow Scythe had lopped the heads of the siblings off, then traded them onto the wrong bodies, after she had turned them into her zombie slaves through necromancy.

At least she could tell those two apart by stitch scars around the width of their necks.

Her other half, Wet Nurse, usually had the fuller bust, until they were switched. “We're all practically one here!” To demonstrate, they all lifted a portion of their pleated skirts, exposed shapely thighs adorned by their cutie marks, two female symbols intertwined. The symbols glowed in resonance, the empathic foursome now linked, able to share pain and pleasure.

“Very convenient for more…amorous purposes,” explained the other Foal-Bearer, who remained prim-and-proper to a fault.

“A shame we don't have any time to slack off,” added the other Wet Nurse. “This is your special day, and we have to respect that!”

Cerise shook her head. “I don't want that! It doesn't seem fair that you four have to work so hard, while everyone else relaxes!”

“Do not worry,” said the first Foal-Bearer who bowed. “We're used to it. In fact, to serve those we love is our reason.”

“It's what we were called to do!” The second Wet Nurse traced the cutie mark on her bared thigh, unable to hide her grin.

Bellatrix cut in, “That reminds me. Another surprise we prepared.” Another section of the wall shifted open with a rumble, and led a stone staircase that spiraled to what used to be a dungeon below; a grisly place back then, where Shadow Scythe had carried out her brutal experiments on the twins and the numerous beasts once trapped in the manor. “Don't worry, it's perfectly safe.”

To ease the princess, Bellatrix and the quadruplets led the way down the steps. Cerise followed, and they descended lower and lower until they reached the bottom. While the area was still cool and lined in stone, the clank of a hammer on an anvil sounded. Sparks danced, and torches on sconces lit the corridor. Their steps echoed while they headed to meet the blacksmith.

“You've arrived,” came the warm, masculine voice. The minotaur was mildly shorter and leaner than most of his kind, though still impressive in his muscular stature. His coat was silver, and messy dark brown hair came down to his neck. Sweat poured down his chiseled body once he paused, mid-stroke, and relaxed his taut posture. “I've prepared what you asked.” He opened a meaty hand.

In his palm rested a pair of engraved rings, one gold for the groom, silver for the bride.

“Thank you, Moon Hammer,” said Bellatrix, who accepted the tokens of love and passed them to the princess. "Fine work as always."

Garbed in little more than a leather apron, he used a sheet to wipe his brow and tossed it aside. His hammer sizzled and steamed. “No problem. It's the least I can do to repay Beatrix, after she helped me return home.”

“Wait.… Beatrix commissioned these for me?” Cerise sniffled and rubbed her eyes.

“I did it for free,” he explained, his smile warm. “Sure, she offered me a small fortune, but that's not what I want.”

Cerise took his hands and stared up at him. “And what do you want...?”

“To finally prove myself to my village. And a cow to call my own,” he admitted in reference to the female of his species.

The quadruplets shared a look and nodded.

The second Wet Nurse approached. “Is this close enough?” She took his hand, directed it to her bust, where she helped him slide down her top, and bare her plump breasts. Her pink nipples were wide and inverted, swallowed a sizable portion of her tits, and under the pressure of his caress, warm milk spurted out from the nubs that peeked out.

The foursome cooed in shared appreciation at his touch. “We share everything. Lovers included,” explained the second Foal-Bearer whose cheeks colored. “We have little choice, honestly, due to our unique nature. Not that we would ever wish to be separated.”

The second Wet Nurse offered, “Take a chance on us, Moon Hammer? Please?”

“We can't ever leave this manor since it sustains us,” explained the first Foal-Bearer. “But we can spend the night with you, too.”

“A dream come true for you,” added the first Wet Nurse, who smiled and tittered.

Moon Hammer nodded, unable to hide the delighted grin. “I accept your offer.” He looked them over before nodding in approval. The maids struck a playfully saucy pose for him in unison, determined to make this a night the minotaur would never forget, once the sisters were finally able to relax.

They surrounded him, traced his muscles, wet down a cloth in warm water, and wiped the beaded sweat from his skin. Massaging him like they were back on that nudist paradise planet, they undid the knots in his taut musculature, and a low guttural moan rose from the minotaur who was directed to a filled basin. Cerise couldn't help but note he was well-hung once they stripped him.

Cerise studied the rune-inscribed rings, satisfied, and handed them back to Bellatrix for safekeeping until it was time. Silver was her family's color, while gold matched it and suited her lover. He was the light to her shadow, the completion of what she lacked.

At first appearance, she appeared bright and cheery, which was true most of the time. But hers was a dark beginning, cut from Pacific Glow's womb by Inky Rose to save her, born prematurely and uncertain whether she would soon join her deceased mother after her end by Chrysalis. Then there were her father's years of meddling in the dark arts, which passed a portion of his curse onto her.

Thankfully it had its upsides, too. She licked her upper teeth, felt the tiny fangs that arose at her whim, and the shift of flesh at her back, where leather bat wings could retract. A reminder that for all her innocence, she too was a creature shrouded in darkness.

Cerise said, “I'm kind of similar to Beatrix, in a weird way. We're all touched by the dark.”

“Yes…. Though few of us wished we didn’t reach for the light,” Bellatrix shuddered.

“Don’t remind me,” Cerise closed her eyes, remembering those traumatizing times. They had barely survived an encounter with a creature that claimed to be a messiah.

“Cerise, I…I am sorry I called you a silly wench. That I treated you so poorly simply to maintain my cover,” the shapeshifter said, referring to the recent war back in Cerise's world. Bellatrix had infiltrated the enemy's camp and sworn fealty to their messianic nemesis. “I hope you did not take that to heart. You know I did not truly mean it.”

“I know,” murmured Cerise. “But that's behind us. We’ve both matured quite a lot after that.” She was suddenly embraced from behind, radiant hands-on her midsection, and she relaxed into the angel's warm touch, thankful they could further bond.

Deciding she should freshen up after she'd danced herself into a sweat earlier, Bellatrix seemed to read her intentions and opened up a wall. She strolled into it, felt the flesh close around her, soft and warm like she was back in the womb, serene. It pushed her body along like she was being born anew, down the winding canals, until she was gently deposited in a spacious bathroom.

Waltzing to the tub, she turned the knobs, then shed her clothes and undergarments, now placed on a rack. She studied her reflection in the rising waters, let her pigtails down held by star shapes down, often told she was one of the most beautiful mares.

Dipping her toes in, she settled into the steamy water and shut it off. Her hand wandered to a bottle, emptied a portion of the contents, and made herself a bubble bath. Bright colors filled the confines, and she giggled between splashes, lounging back.

“Ah,” she moaned and closed her neon pink eyes, her legs spread and resting over the sides. Her arms were similar draped, although she would routinely raise a bar of soap with one hand that lathered up her supple flesh and charcoal coat. “Oh, yes~!”

Another splash sounded in front of her. “Baaah!” Cerise yelped, shooting up only to come face-to-face with the imp. “Moxxi!”

“That’s me name, Lov. Don’t wear it out~” She winked. Moxxi was a short and shapely minor demon, adorned by small bat wings. A face was visible on her tail’s spade, her cutesy features humanoid, with spikey purple hair that contrasted to her gray skin.

“What are you doing here?! A little privacy, please!” Cerise whined, sinking lower into the tub, thankful she hadn't masturbated.

“Oh, ya kna me. Just wanted ter get a good butcher's at the blushin’ bride before she’s been wedded off.” She said, flicking her tail. “Thought ya gotta admit, would be sugar and spice ter let loose and explore the buffet table, if ya kna wot I mean~” She wiggled her eyebrows. “That minotaur looked loike 'e could choke me gullet wif 'is rim rod!”

Cerise sighed. “I-I can’t help it that so many good looking people are here. I won’t cheat on Midnight, not on our wedding night!”

“I dunna. Sounds kinky~!”

She frowned and bounced the soap bar off her. “I’m serious!”

“So am I! Look, lov. There’s nuffin' Pete Tong wif wantin’ ter Bo-Peep 'round the block wif people yer not married too,” the imp offered. “Tits bound wif rings ain’t as fan as tits bound in rope. I’m sure Midnight would be on board. And I kna a Hoppin' Pot full of ladies who’d love ter board the ‘Midnight Express.’ Choo choo~!”

Cerise grumbled, unable to deny the idea of pursuing other sexual partners did excite her. She knew her father and mother often invited others, usually handmaidens who served the queen, to their bedchambers.

Did she want the same with Midnight? There weren’t any real downsides, outside of jealousy. But would he accept that...?

“I-I guess you make a point.” She concluded, smiling at the little scamp before resuming her lazy bath. “So, are you settled in?”

“Yep! Still got plenty ter learn from Bellatrix on maintainin' me true form! Plus, she makes certain there's always new stuff ter clock and explore.” She playfully wrestled with her, the pair laughing and colorful, bubbly waters splashing over the sides.

Soon they spilled out onto the white tiled floor themselves, sopping nude bodies dotted in suds pressed on each other. “You think you’ll be able to stay as Anarchia?”

“Wishful thinkin’, lov. I burn a lot of energy tryin’ ter stay Anarchia, even after Bellatrix 'elped me learn ter control it. Would it swell ter 'ave full tits and 'ips again? Sure! But this current body isn’t wifaht its perks and benefits~” She rolled off Cerise's wet suppleness and onto her clawed feet. Then she seized a towel, wiggling her wide hips and butt, hummed and toweled herself off.

Cerise also dried herself, reminded she needed to get back to her own party. A click of the imp's fingers and their clothes materialized over them. “Whoa, nifty!”

“Nicked that wahn from Beatrix,” she winked cheekily. The imp had a shimmering yellow dress over her curved body, a fancy furry scarf wrapped around her neck. The dress had a single slit to better show off her left leg. “Na, c’mon. Moriarty 'appenin’ down the stairs! Strut your stuff, twist n twirl!”

Cerise nodded, the two swaying their way back down to the party. Pretty soon, the imp scurried onto the dance floor, where Seabreeze also attended, the bar duties taken over by Sunny, who had sobered up fast. Cerise speculated Arcanum Folklore had somehow helped out, the stallion seated at a stool and served fresh drinks by Sunny who shook them with a smirk. She even lit her horn and set a few drinks aflame in a hiss.

Reminded that this was her celebration and she could do what she wanted, Cerise hopped onto the bar, followed by Moxxi. Glasses clattered under the impact but didn't spill, and they raised their arms, breaking into a spontaneous dance. The musicians caught on and began to play faster, wilder. Arcanum and Sunny raised a toast to the princess, clinked their cups, and drank.

Penumbra raised an eyebrow. “She’s dancing a little too wildly, don’t you think?”

“Oh, knock it off. This is her moment,” reminded Lily, her arm linked with his as she leaned on him. "Let her revel in it!”

Gathered crowds soon surrounded the small bar. Claps and cheers sounded. Feet stomped. Watched by almost everyone present, her parents included, she dared take it a little further, and started to disrobe.

Soon she was down to her scanty dance costume, little more than a neon pink top that exposed most of her cleavage, including ample underboob and a matched highcut thong bottom, all of them decorated in tiny bells that jingled with each sensuous movement that the minor demon copied.

Inky caught the scarlet dress she tossed her way. “Ah, to be a maiden once more.”

“We can always remember the old days,” reminded Sombra, who wolfishly grinned and fondled one of her heavy tits.

“Mmm, I’d like that, but later.” She swooned, holding her husband’s arms over her to sway in his embrace, draped over him. “This is her time to shine. Oh, I’m so proud of her!”

“As am I. I think Midnight was a good choice. I saw it in the boy’s eyes. He’ll do anything to keep her safe.” He kissed his wife's neck as his hands continued to wander all over her.

In the distance, reality itself swirled, and a bluish-white oval opened up. It shimmered and hummed, and from it stepped its weaver, Beatrix Belladonna, the shapely unicorn physically almost a clone of her mother Trixie Lulamoon, save for her violet color scheme that also tinged her platinum mane. A cape clasped by an eye trailed after her when she stepped out in her Ursa Minor-decorated leotard and hat, a cosmos swirl cutie mark adorned on her supple flanks.

“Phew! Made it! Looks like the party started without me.” She shrugged, waving at the air. “Come on out already, don't be shy!”

From the rift stepped another mare, a thestral with purple hair, grayish-purple skin, and striking yellow, predatory eyes. She dressed in casual attire, which included a shirt and pants, like she didn't want to draw attention to herself. The witch closed the nexus behind her with a hand wave.

“Midnight!” The thestal called, snout drawn into a line once she turned to face him.

“Moonlight?! I was worried you wouldn't be able to make it,” Midnight exclaimed, who smiled at his old comrade-in-arms.

“Yeah, well, I...” She swallowed the words rather than continue. “Anyway, you look nice.” They maneuvered to meet up between the mobs, barely able to talk over the chatter, whoops, hollers, and music around them, then awkwardly stood face-to-face.

For a moment, neither of them spoke, both once child soldiers in Midnight's homeworld who had trained under Shining Armor. Peacekeepers, since the war had never come. “Sorry, I…I didn't mean to leave you behind.” He scratched the back of his neck.

“No problem, really. So that's the bride, huh?” She craned her head at the dancer atop the bar. “She is pretty damn sexy.”

“Yes, she’s gorgeous!” He beamed warmly at his future bride, who winked back and shook her luscious breasts, hips, and bottom.

“And here I thought you were just asexual,” mumbled Moonlight. “You never responded to my advances, no matter what I tried.”

He rested a hand on her stiff shoulder. “I didn't know, myself. Not until some friends of mine helped, um, 'awaken' that side of me. It's hard to explain. I found out I'm a 'hyper-stallion,’ and from what I've been told, it's a primitive throwback to our ancestors.”

She perked up. “Really?” She looked his toned body over. ”Wow, that's pretty impressive, actually.” She folded her arms and whistled. “That means you have far more stamina and 'volume' than typical stallions, huh? That means you've already-”

“Y-yeah.” He blushed a tad. “Sorry. I now realize you wanted to be my first-”

“Don't worry about it.” She waved his apology aside. “Not like we ever so much as dated. Too bad you're taken now.”

“You're still my oldest friend,” he reminded her. “To be honest, I was worried you wouldn't want to come, what with-”

“Oh, come on now. I wouldn't miss this.” She playfully punched the bare portion of his chest. “Still, that Cerise is one lucky bitch.”

Beatrix interrupted when she came between them and said, “I think that's everyone?” Her eyes wandered about while she attempted a headcount, which wasn't easy after the crowd was so riled up. “I can see most of them! Who all is currently inside the manor?”

From the double doors arrived Bellatrix, who rattled off several names. “That should be everyone, minus Oona’s brother. Shadow Scythe's locked herself in the library, like usual. She’s been asking for you a lot, dear sister. You should head in and see her.”

“Yeah, that’s probably a good idea.” She sighed, turning to Cerise with a casual wave. “Wanna come see Shadow Scythe, too?”

“Sure,” answered Cerise, sliding off the counter to the audible disappointment of many. “Don't worry, we can continue this later! Lead the way, Bea!” She fell into step beside the witch, skipped on the way, and climbed the small stairs into the mansion.

In truth, the dancer wasn't certain how to feel about Shadow Scythe. The reaper of souls had tried to murder all of those once trapped in the manor before it had fused with Bellatrix, and only the intervention of Sunny, who used her empathic abilities to 'burn out the sins' of their enemy, had purified the unicorn mare, who resisted to the bitter end and had emotionally been rendered a child as a result once cleansed.

True, she had another chance at life. Cerise told herself Shadow Scythe wasn't the same person anymore. But neither could she simply overlook all she'd done to them.

Much like Midnight, Sunny, and Moxxi, she usually tried to avoid the former reaper. Beatrix was the main exception since she felt responsible for what had happened. After all, she had teamed up with her to begin with, to try and redeem the narcissistic villain.

They ascended the second-floor steps, marched down the dimly-lit halls, and arrived at the sealed library. Beatrix sucked in a deep breath, hesitated a moment, then knocked a couple times. “Shadow Scythe? It's Beatrix. I have Cerise with me-”

There was a rattle of multiple locks, and the door was thrown open. Shadow Scythe tackled the witch and nearly knocked her down, the tall unicorn dressed in a white hooded robe trimmed in black. Her mane was a pallid white, her coat a pale blue, her eyes like ice. Her slender form trembled.

“Beatrix,” she cried out in a downpour of pent up emotions. “I've missed you so bad!”

“Y-you too,” replied Beatrix, who awkwardly evaded her stare. “Have you been okay?”

“Yes! I've also made a new friend!” She nodded at another mare seated further in between rows of shelves lined in books.

The unicorn artist wore a beret, a purple scarf that trailed down her dress, and black-and-white striped stockings. Her dark hair ended in light pink curls, the same as her tail. Her ears were sharp like a cat's, her eyes large and a soft shade of purple “Mon dieu.”

“Shimmer Shade! Nice to see you,” said Beatrix, letting the reaper in her arms down. “But hey, how did you end up here?”

Shadow Scythe spoke before she could answer and said, “I've experimented with the mansion's interiors. Turns out certain sections of the house are connected to other parallel dimensions. You simply need the knowledge of how to open them! Neat, huh?”

“What?! How did you-- No, Shadow Scythe! You shouldn’t do that!” Beatrix snapped without thinking.

“I-I'm sorry,” replied Shadow Scythe, who pouted and lowered her snout. “A-all I wanted was for you to be proud of me...”

Beatrix softened her face. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to yell. It’s just that it’s dangerous. You don’t know what you’ll bring in here. We don’t want anyone getting hurt, okay?”

“Okay,” whispered the reaper, who clutched at the hems of her snowy robes.

“That aside, it is nice to see you again, Shimmer Shade. It's been quite a while since I visited that paradise world,” said Beatrix.

“Oui! Indeed it has mademoiselle,” answered Shimmer Shade in her prench accent. Blind eyes stared ahead, a soft smile on her refined lips. “I was told a friend of yours is to be wed, and wish to paint the couple in question, if they're okay with that?”

Cerise flashed her teeth. “I'd love that! I'm sure Midnight would, too!”

“Excellent! Consider it repayment since Beatrix was able to transport us all home.” She clapped her hands together. “I already offered to sketch a portrait of Lady Shadow Scythe here, but I fear she is rather shy.”

Shadow Scythe shook her head. “Not really,” she muttered childishly, staring down at thick sleeves that hid her hands.

“Should you change your mind, simply ask.” Shimmer Shade's smile widened. “Remember how I told you my third eye had been opened, mademoiselle? I can see the truth of the mansion, the spirits that wander the air and suffuse the walls. Most fascinating! They cast an aura I can perceive,” she admitted and waved a hand through the atmosphere around her.

“Wow,” replied a wide-eyed Beatrix who cocked a hip. “That's pretty handy!”

“My thanks,” answered Shimmer Shade. “I sense you are all touched by the darkness.”

“That's true,” admitted Cerise, who crossed her arms under her breasts. “You already know about Beatrix's connection to the Necronomicon. My soul was melded to my mother Pacific Glow, who was partially reincarnated into me, and Shadow Scythe, well...” She hesitated and stole a subdued look at her. “She is a potential reaper of souls, so that's to be expected, huh?”

“Ah, I see. Tres bien!” The artist nodded, pacified despite the tacit knowledge they needed to keep the reaper's secrets.

"Let's take a walk, okay?" Beatrix took Shadow Scythe's hand and led her out, a subtle wink cast to Cerise, certain she would soon want to put the artist's skills to work.

"Okay," said Shadow Scythe. "See you later!"

Cerise tracked down her love a short time later, pulled him back to where Shimmer Shade waited in a museum chamber, then stripped him down piece-by-piece. Soon he stood naked in the light, breathtaking as the first time she laid eyes upon him. He was taller than other stallions, down to his wingspan and package, which she couldn't help but stare at hanging between his legs.

And while he was a perfect gentleman, she knew the more feral side induced by his lust could easily be released, once aroused!

Uncertain whether he preferred to disrobe her himself, she raised her arms and started to weave her hips. Sensuously she swayed, let her breasts and buttocks swish until they threatened to spill out of her scanty costume. Little jingles sounded, and she undid her top, let it slip away to bear her succlent breasts. Next, she slid down the bottom portion, then stepped out of it.

She stretched and called on her hidden nature. Flesh twisted at her back, her silhouette crawled over the walls, and her bat wings arose to their full span. Fangs popped in her snout, and her eyes burned brighter. The couple pressed their nude bodies on each other, embraced, locked a shared stare filled with adoration. “Like this, okay? Capture this moment,” stated Cerise.

Shimmer Shade nodded once, able to perceive their shapes. Despite a brush in her slender hand she didn't paint traditionally.

Instead her tool somehow warped reality itself. She crafted a perfect replica of the pair, the nude statues of the intertwined lovers so colorful and lifelike it could easily be mistaken for the couple themselves.

Cerise and Midnight momentarily broke apart after a kiss to inspect her work, walked around the masterpiece, which immaculately captured their most intimate details.

“It's warm,” murmured Cerise, who stroked his likeness and blushed as she traced its penis, disappointed it couldn't harden.

“Lovely work,” he agreed and traced Cerise's statue, over her luscious breasts, stomach, and hips, his cheeks also well-colored.

“Don't be shy,” said Cerise, who half-lidded her eyes and tittered. “Touch it wherever you like!” She directed his hand between the statue's thighs, let his hand rest on its vagina, and his other hand on her mound to compare their smooth texture. “Looks like you captured every inch of us to perfection!”

Shimmer Shade smiled. “Thank Shadow Scythe. I wonder what she's up to...?”

Aware they would soon be missed, the lovers reluctantly redressed and headed back.

In less than an hour, the ceremony would officially start. Her heart suddenly fluttered more than she could ever remember. Would she truly make a suitable wife...?

Not to mention motherhood! But she reminded herself that was hopefully still a ways off! Until then, the day was hers!

Cerise reclaimed her dress from Inky Rose, set it aside, and hopped back on the bar. She shouted, “One last dance!” The crowds cheered and raised another toast. She winked at her love, and he nodded, her intentions unspoken but evident to him.

This time she took it even further. What better way to celebrate life, she figured?

“This is for you, my love,” she called over the musicians and mobs. First came her top, the strings undone as her tits toppled free from their prison under an exaggerated wobble, the piece was tossed to her love. Whistles sounded around him while he caught it.

“That’s it, ya basin of gravy! Kathy Burke it! Flaunt it~!” Moxxi cheered on the barstool.

Next Cerise turned with a wink, bent over, and wiggled her hips as she peeled down the bottom and showed her heart-shaped ass. She shook this too to more cheers, felt the heated splash of wine over her curves tossed by Sunny, who hooted beside the bride.

Nudity wasn't taboo where she came from, nor were such open displays of lascivious desire. Midnight had been shocked upon entering her country, where most of the women went bare-breasted, and wore transparent slips that further tantalized more than anything. Even the queen, Inky Rose, and her handmaidens had been garbed in such attire that drew the eye.

She'd told her love about their unusual customs, a throwback to ancient times, much like the pyramid that served as their home.

At her beckoning, he flew up to her side, and he also stripped to more cheers, letting himself loose as he danced alongside her.

“Almost time to seal our union,” she reminded, taking his hands and winking as she met his muzzle in a drawn-out kiss.