Everywhere and Nowhere

Before they reached the door, the twins, Foal-Bearer and Wet Nurse latched onto Midnight and Dion. Each mare planted wet kisses all over their respective stud’s muscular chest, brushing their bosoms against their chiseled abdominals and stroking their pulsating egos with skilled hands. The ram eagerly accepted each smooch, roughly groping Wet-Nurse’s jiggling coral pink rump with firm hands. Midnight was doing his best to remain restrained. But the primal urge of his genetics, plus Foal-Bearer smacking her bouncing, ample udders while double handling his flared cock, slowly got the better of him.

With stuff grunts, he humped into the maid’s hands, much to her delight seeing that milky pre ooze out his flat tip over delicate fingers. “That’s it, big boy. Let’s get you nice and worked up~!” She cooed as she worked up a bit of saliva to spit onto his vein-lined stallionhood.

“Mmmaawh~!” Wet Nurse sighed happily, her arms wrapped around Dion’s broad shoulders while rubbing her bikini-clad, heated, and moist mound into her lover’s thickened spear. “I’ve missed you so much, Sir Dion~!”

“As have Ah,” the warrior ram whispered back, his hands molding her rump like playdough while his cock pulsates between their bellies. “Not a day goes by where I don’t think about you and your sister.”

“Then let us make up for loss time!” Wet Nurse insisted, running her fingers along his sculpted chest, traveling down towards her side to untie the string keeping her bathing suit around her gracious hips. Smiling, Dion held onto the crystal mare’s legs to hoist her up and ease her down onto his shaft. The maid cried out in happiness, reveling in being stuffed once again.

Midnight made similar noises as Foal-Bearer bobbed her head along his fat horse cock, the sloppy suckling sounds she gurgled drawing out his hyper-stallion instincts. Her amethyst-like eyes never turned away, loving the reaction she received whenever hefty males experienced her lack of a gag reflex. She quickly swallowed the pegasus’ schlong whole, her snout practically buried into his soft, swollen scrotum.

Combined with the shared feeling of her sister's pussy getting bludgeoned out by Dion’s thick tool, thanks to their psychic link, Foal-Bearer was on cloud nine. And this only further escalated when Midnight grabbed her head and started thrusting his hips back, using her throat like a cock sleeve.

“Mmmgh~! Huumph~!!”

The blue pegasus stared down at her, salivating at the sight of his cock disappearing past the crystal maid’s precum-glazed lips. It was the twins who first awakened his sexual prowess back in the manor. Even when he’d bathed with his fellow cadet, Moonlight River, who had teased him in subtle ways and even wrestled with him in the nude, he’d never thought of her as anything more than a dear friend back then, raised beside the bat mare. He missed her just as much as he was missing his love, Cerise.

But it was hard to linger on regret when you were on the verge of climax. Snorting, Midnight face-fucked Foal-Bearer, the impact of his thrusts causing her heavy breasts to wobble between her arms, spit dribbling down her cleavage.

“Haah! T-that’s it, laddie! Don’t hold back,” Dion managed to encourage while Wet Nurse met his prominent thrusts with short bounds, hanging onto her stud while her heart-shaped ass smacked into his fat, swollen orbs. “Remember, if ye want tae help yer wife-”

“Gaagh! I-I know!” cried out Midnight as he kept her face locked and unleashed a torrents worth of cum down Foal-Bearer's throat. Her eyes widened with tears, yet she dutifully swallowed his load with thick gulps, refusing to let any of the stud’s virile seed go to waste. Once his stream ended, Midnight popped his cock out to give the crystal mare some time to breathe, which she spent by placing more hungry kisses on the veiny ridges. The soldier gingerly petted her mane, feeling some of the strain wash away. But he knew they weren't finished yet as his massive stallionhood remaining hard.

“Huurg! When Ah become chief, first thing A'm doin' is layin' you an' Amethyst down,” he huskily whispered in Wet-Nurse's ear, one-half of the twin's actual names that they shared with him. He gave short yet powerful thrusts into her uterus, focusing all his attention on bringing her to a glorious orgasm. “An' when Ah take ye.. m-mmn~! Ah don’t plan on stoppin' till ye’re both properly bred with mah children~!”

“Y-yes! Oh, please! Yeesss~,” the crystal maid whined needily, her pussy squirting all over his length as it continued to impale her cunt.

He palmed her bared tits. “F-fuck! C’mon, tell me how many foals you want~!!”

“All of them~! Give me many sons and daughters! Make me a happy mother, my stud~!!” She wiggled her ass atop him best as she could.

All the romantic breeding talk pushed the lovers over the edge. The ram grunted once his oversized balls pushed all the accumulated cum directly into the crystal mare’s foal factory. Foal-Bearer shuddered, feeling the phantom wave of her own dripping slit suddenly stuffed with thick ropes of white, rubbing her wet petals.

“Mmmnh~! He filled her up with so much!” She quipped, taking a couple more kisses off Midnight’s hefty breeder bag, his throbbing cock coated in love nectar as she nuzzled its entire length. “Mmm, bet you’ve got plenty of fresh swimmers packed and ready for me, yeah~?”

“Hooohh yeah,” Midnight groaned, his dick leaking leftovers to stain the cute maid’s bob cut.

“Well, don’t keep th' poor lassie waitin',” Dion encouraged, gently laying the other twin down, her fingers digging around her gushing cunt to lick off the residue. Then, getting behind Foal-Bearer, the alabaster ram helped her up, hooking each leg under his arm before bringing his hands behind her head. The mare quivered excitedly once her lover executed her favorite position.

The tip of Dion’s cock poised at her backdoor, leaving her drooling marehood on display for his comrade, who licked at his chops before slapping the maid’s exposed hole with his girthy dick. Then, on the count of three, both males pushed their cocks into Foal-bearer’s orifices, pinning the mewling, stretched female between their muscular bulk.

“H-haah! Wow,” gasped the pegasus, his tool bulging against her stomach before they started pumping into the double-stuffed crystal maid.

“Yes, yes, yes! That’s it, boys! F-Fuck me until I can’t walk~,” chanted Foal-Bearer, whose twin sister moaned alongside her through their bond, both their cutie marks humming.

Aware of how pliable she was, Dion and Midnight hammered away, forcing her hot pink holes to open wider each time she got speared. Their balls slapped against her bare skin as they nibbled and sucked on her neck and tits, landing spanks and groping at her meaty ass and thighs.

Her pussy audibly, lewdly sucked on the horse cock like it was a second mouth. Her asshole clutched around the ram’s shaft as if competing for space next to her slippery womb. Nonetheless, Foal-bearer worked her boys up with cries and praises, her elastic holes drooling down her legs and over their moist groins.

“F-fuck! Here it comes~!” Midnight bellowed as he and Dion gave one last shove inside and pumped her full. Foal-Bearer squealed to the rooftops, her belly rounding out from all the excessive cum flooding her birth canal and bowels, mixed with her womanly sliminess.

The pegasus and ram withdrew, pulling out their schlick schlongs out of her gaping ass and pussy, their seed practically pouring out like a waterfall. The foursome caught a breath before the twins tended to Midnight, polishing the layer of cum off his veiny shaft with long licks. Finally, they made out with his sensitive flat tip between their pouty lips, working more gentle moans out of the soldier.

“Heh! Ah guess ye should consider this part ov yer trainin' as well,” the warrior ram teased through heavy pants. “A’m sure your herd mates will appreciate these techniques~!”

“M-mmhm! Thanks,” Midnight nodded, his cheeks colored while he petted the twins, who batted their eyes at him. He smiled and relished the moment shared with his friends, knowing his wife would come around when the time was right.

And as the twins turned their attention towards Dion, lovingly smacking their lips around his cock while tenderizing his fat ballsack, the ram motioned for Midnight to tend to their dripping snatches. With a nod, he knelt and put his hands to good use, knowing Foal-Bearer and Wet Nurse had plenty of rounds left in them.

Evening overtook the illusionary skies surrounding the manor. Everyone in the group split off to their rooms to prepare for the upcoming trip to Canterlot. All except Shadow Scythe, who wandered down the creaky hallways of the upper floors, looking for a particular room.

Her ears perked at the sound of conversation, poking her head to spot Zeloph hovering before Beatrix and Oona, a dismal look upon his face.

“Wow… I knew you wanted me out of Abadonna’s life. But to go so far as to erase me permanently from her mind? To think you'd stoop to such a low...”

“H-hey, take it easy,” urged the violet unicorn. “We don’t know for sure that’ll happen. And if it does, Abby won’t remember me either…”

The azure sheep stepped in, saying, “Ah know what it sounds like, Zeloph. After everything ye’ve been through, this is th' last thing ye’d want tae hear.”

“I appreciate the honesty.” He turned to address Beatrix. “But, come on! Your lover has been secretly contacting an extremely shady character, who proclaims to eat people’s dreams, and has a suspicious interest in your daughter? You're telling me you're not the least bit upset about this?”

“Of course I am!” Affirmed the witch, arms crossing under her bust. “But unlike with you, I trust Oona not to lead us astray. That’s why I’m going with her to contact this ‘Nightmare Stag’ tonight. Say if things do work out. I’d respect my promise to the Mystic Council by not disturbing Enock; we’d get Abby back, AND we stop the Burning King from raising armageddon! The only reason we’d need to go to Canterlot is to put an end to Doppia’s masquerade and get Cerise her body back! That make sense?”

Zeloph, folding his arms, rebutted, “That still sounds too far-fetched!”

“We’re aware,” acknowledged Oona. “Th' Nightmare Stag likely has a hidden agenda. An' whate'er is, we’ll figure it out.”

A sigh left the cherub’s lips as he turned away. “... a word of advice, then? Anything that claims to be a deity or higher cannot be trusted. I learned that the hard way…”

Beatrix scrunched her snout before approaching her former flame. “I haven’t entirely forgiven you yet,” she reminded. “But I can see you’re not actively malicious, like before. Underneath that arrogant asshole lies someone with a decent heart. And, even though things wouldn’t work out between us, I’d be happy to be your friend. You did bring Abadonna into my life, after all.”

She planted a soft kiss on the demi’s cheek, making them glow brighter. “Hmph…”

Oona took the witch’s hand and pulled her away into their room, leaving the fallen angel almost alone to his thoughts. He cast a glance towards the dim corridor. “Old habits die hard, huh?”

Hesitantly, Shadow Scythe emerged from the shadows, looking much more meekly than she’d prefer. “I-I didn’t mean to spy on you! I was just--”

“It’s alright,” Zeloph reassured, floating past her as he opened another room, presumably where he’s been sleeping. “Would you… like to-”

“Yes! I-I mean if it’s… Ugh! Why do these stupid feelings make everything so difficult!?”

The angelic demi chuckled gently before welcoming her inside. There wasn’t much outside a hammock far more extensive than the demi-human, an old cabinet, and an open window. The pair sat together, an awkward silence resurfacing. It had been a long while since they had time to spend together, both so focused on the mission ahead.

“Surprised your sister isn’t here to bug us,” Shadow Scythe scoffed.

“Probably too busy watching the other’s hump away like rabbits,” Zeloph retorted.

The pale unicorn offered a stiff chuckle into a sleeve. “Not surprising…” More silence passed between them, and then another question. “So, what’s this about a ‘Nightmare Stag’?”

“Another one of Oona’s well-kept secrets,” the demi stated with thin lips. “He's offered them a way that’ll not only save Abadonna but put an end to this madness. But the process will retcon her existence, thus removing Beatrix and me from her memories.”

“What!? That’s completely unfair!!” The reaper shot back up, wrapped fists balled. “Not just to you, but Abadonna as well!! How could they possibly think this is a good decision?!”

“I don’t think we’re ones to talk, considering our history...”

“That’s not the point! This is the exact reason why I’ve wanted to stop her! Such foolish ambitions will surely have repercussions.”

“Oh, more than likely. But... I can’t ignore the benefits either,” Zeloph admitted with a hand wave. “If what this stag said is true, we’ve essentially killed two birds with one stone. And we can focus all our energy on stopping Doppia.”

She narrowed her soft gaze at him. “And you’re simply… okay with this?”

“Of course not,” he sneered before sighing wryly. “But it’s not like I was supposed to be Abby’s father in the first place. It’s my fault her timeline was distorted. And if they can fix it, I won’t oppose it. I want what’s best for Abadonna… even at the cost of our time together.”

Sympathy and understanding washed over Shadow Scythe like a wave. Not everyone could make a hard decision like Zeloph was by allowing their former adversaries in order to proceed with their confrontation.

Cautiously, she scooted closer to him before confessing, “You know I wouldn’t have betrayed you, right? Back at the mountain, I mean…”

“Shadow Scythe, that’s in the past,” he dismissed with another hand wave. “There’s no need to be concerned.”

“No, it’s not merely that!”

The reaper pressed on, grasping Zeloph’s shoulders and turning him to face her. “Hard as it was to admit this once, I’ve grown fond of your company. You’re the only one I could tolerate during this whole endeavor. And… if not for your companionship, I might have ended myself…” She admitted this while looking away in shame.

His hardened look became tender, reaching a tentative hand to cup her cheek. “Of course. Likewise, you’re the only one with whom I’m comfortable. I feel like I can open up to you about things I wouldn’t dare say to anyone!”

Her snout moved closer. “Like...?”

Knowing where this may be going, Zeloph lifted himself to allow Shadow Scythe to lay in the hammock fully. The cherub then laid his back against her chest, gesturing her arms to hold him close.

“My mother,” the half-angel started. “She was Terran. And raising me beside her was a lovely man named Jonn. He taught me how, despite its simplicity, mortal life could be so beautiful. Hold so much more grandeur than anything heaven could replicate. It’s likely why my father took offense to humanity…”

Shadow Scythe nodded, recalling his minor spat about ‘god-like beings.’ “You were robbed of a good life because of your divinity...”

Tears began to stream down Zeloph’s cheeks when he continued, fighting not to sob in front of her openly. “How could I protect a world when they no longer lived in it? With people who didn’t share their point of view! Who only proved my father right...”

“Yeah,” she murmured, swallowing a lump in her throat. “It’s… ironic, actually.”

“Hmm?”

“My parents wanted me to have a similar life. But instead of some divine intervention, I pushed them away in pursuit of something much greater. They were hunters; Quicksilver Bullet and Quiver Bolt. Profound at the time. I think my mother would have liked you if she were still alive...”

Sensing the guilt in her voice, the cherub caressed her face and offered, “My father would have idolized how ambitious you are...”

The pair shared small laughter while they cuddled up closer. Zeloph’s feathery ears listened to how loudly Shadow Scythe’s heart beat in her lithe bosom. A tired groan left his lips. “It’s times like these where I wish I had a guitar.”

“You play?” The pale unicorn asked with a quirked brow.

“Nowhere near good as Jonn, but yes. Although I doubt I could reach the frets with my short arms and fingers.” Zeloph frowned at his hands.

A smile and soft blush appeared on the reaper before taking them into her own. “Mmm, yes. Such a shame you’re trapped in that form,” she whispered almost inaudibly. “You certainly knew what to do with those hands~.”

“A-ahh!? Are you... flirting with me?” He asked coyly.

“I find such acts redundant. That doesn’t mean I didn’t learn a few bold suggestions. I never counted on having such an elegant specimen by my side...”

“Well! Once I’ve shaken this cherub shape, I’d like to hear what you’ve learned. Maybe we can share a few notes~.”

The pale unicorn absolutely flourished. Being close to Zeloph again set her whole body aflame with need. Hopefully, he could return to his full shape soon! Nonetheless, Shadow Scythe was thankful to have his warmth as they began to doze off. The reaper was also glad Moxxi was nowhere to hog her brother’s attention.

But little did the couple know, the imp herself had been watching from atop a cabinet, laying her frame over the ledge like a cat. Her eyes glowed softly in the dark; magenta orbs widened over the sight before her. Moxxi rested her chin on top of her hands, grinning ear to ear.

“Sleep tight, lovedoves~!” She mused.

Cerise continued to stare into the liquid concoction within the green bottle. She knew what needed to be done but was hesitant.

Would the mare, whose body she currently resided in, be understanding? Or was she even more callous than the demoness that swindled her? With a deep inhale, the dancer pushed back her doubts and swallowed the bitter potion until the last drop. Then, just as she was ready to turn in, a subdued knock sounded at the door.

“Cerise? Are you…. still awake?” It was Midnight.

“Y-yeah. You can come in,” Cerise replied. Stepping inside, the blue pegasus wore only striped pajama bottoms. The candlelight from the hallway highlighted his abs, along with the sweat still staining his coat. Cerise felt her cheeks heat up.

Taking a seat by the bed, Midnight rubbed the back of his neck before greeting with, “H-hey..!”

“H-hello, hubby,” Cerise greeted back, a small smile to her snout.

“I just thought I would come by and check on you.”

“I’m alright, thank you,” nodded the jade mare. “Are you feeling better?”

“Y-yeah! Dion and the twins helped a lot. I should be able to handle myself better tomorrow.”

“That’s good,” agreed Cerise.

Midnight’s smile faltered when he reached a shaking hand, only for the dancer to intertwine their fingers together and touch his gold ring. “O-oh! I-I thought you were still afraid of me...”

“I’m… mostly over it,” she said with pursed lips. “Or I will soon, with your help.” She tickled his chest fluff. “When I first got this body, I was worried about, well, consent. I mean, it’s not mine, so what right do I have to do what I want with it? I’ve thought about just saying, ‘Fuck it! Why should I care about that bitch? If she’s going to use my gifts to get what she wants, why shouldn’t I?’” Her snout pursed at foul memories.

“W-well, because we know this body didn’t belong to Doppia either.”

“And because it wouldn’t be right,” Cerise continued, squeezing his hand tightly. “I’ve missed you, Middy! So badly, I’ve wanted just to tackle you down and make sweet love to you! Make up for all the damage caused between us! But... I can’t. Not when I know another soul suffers alongside mine.”

“I understand,” assured Midnight, tenderly stroking her cheek. “Just know that, no matter what it takes, I’m gonna get your body back, babe. I’m not losing the mare I love!”

Sniffling, she brought his big hand to her lips, silently delighted to find the rune-inscribed golden ring still glittering around his finger. “I needed to hear that, Middy… I-I love you!”

“I love you too,” Midnight whispered, his smile returning once he took his leave. The dancer held her hands close to her slender chest, more determined than ever to succeed.

And through the strength and support of her husband, Cerise would come back home stronger. This was her personal promise as she found sleep carrying her off to troubled dreams.

Everywhere around her was soon layered in darkness and mist. A single spotlight shone over her, causing Cerise to shield her vision with an arm. Her eyes widened to see the familiar charcoal coat. And, upon further inspection, realized that she was back in her own body!

She almost cried with joy before she spotted her reflection. A looming mirror revealed the reality of her situation. The crystal green coat, shimmering dully. A black tutu was clinging onto her lithe figure. Cerise was still a prisoner in Doppia’s old body.

And soon, her wicked cackle filled the dreadful void. The ballerina’s visage twisted into a mocking grin. Then, many more grinning faces began dancing around her, spitefully berating the princess for all her failures.

“Useless cunt!”

“Stupid whore!”

“Can’t run back to mommy and daddy now~!”

“You’d do your world a service by hanging yourself, little bimbo!”

Cerise guarded her face while the doppelgangers all battered and slapped her with their wings. Each heavy hit and the venom-laced word made her seethe inward. Yet, she would not relent to the ballerina’s repeated taunts or torments.

“I know… this isn’t who you are,” Cerise called out, looking around the flocking ballerinas with tearful eyes. “You’re not a Vice Lord! You’re not Doppia!”

Each of them cast hateful expressions, momentarily pausing their assault. The daughter of darkness continued, “Please… don’t cast me out. Let me help you!”

“Help me? You can barely save yourself! Get lost!”

“Shut up, you stupid bitch!”

“You were unwanted at birth!”

They resumed their dancing with a brisk pace. Feathers and fury lashed at Cerise, hissing from the stinging pain. But the princess endured, raising her voice, “I’m not going anywhere! Not until I speak with you. The real you. Not these hollow copies!”

“Shut your whore mouth!!”

“You worthless thot!”

But the angrier the decoys became, the more their forms deteriorated. Until they stopped dancing altogether, clutching their heads.

“Don’t become what she is!” Cerise pressed harder. “I know you’re not a monster!”

“S-shut up!”

“Stop it! STOP IT!!”

“Leave me ALONE!!!”

“Fight it! Don’t let your pain dictate you! REMEMBER WHO YOU ARE!!”

“GO AWAAAAAAAAAAAAAY!!”

One voice screamed as the illusion shattered like broken glass. Fragments of each doppelganger crumbled and floated around the air, the overhead light fading. Cerise was panting as her ears perked to the sound of weeping behind her. Turning around, the spotlight highlighted a mare hunched over, cracks depressing her crystalline coat, shoulders jerking with each wracked sob.

Cautiously, the princess approached the distraught dancer, dropping to her knees. And when she tried touching her, she recoiled.

“Why won’t you go away?” The crystal ballerina asked in a raspy voice. “I-I just wanted my life back. Please, leave me alone. I don’t want to hurt anymore…”

“I-I know,” Cerise affirmed sadly. “But I can’t just leave. Doppia took my body, too. I don’t have anywhere else to go… I need your help.”

With broken coughs and sharp inhales, the mare raised her head. Wetness ruined her make-up, dark lines running down her cheeks. But instead of the heated amber eyes filled with malice as she expected, softened indigo orbs gazed wryly at Cerise.

Gingerly, the princess cupped her cheek to wipe away a few of her sorrows, asking, “Who are you?”

She sniffled, “R-Rhen-Rheneas…”

“Rheneas? That’s a beautiful name!”

“Doppia thought so too...”

Cerise’s snout drew into a frown. “How did she take it from you...?”

A brief silence fell as the emerald ballerina focused on collecting herself.

“A-All I ever wanted to do was dance,” Rheneas began. “I started practicing when I was small. My mother was a strict teacher, pushing me to strive for greatness. But that was because she couldn’t achieve her own dreams as the top primadonna in the Crystal Empire. Any flaw in my steps made her hate me…”

Cerise felt her heart ache, reminded of how overprotective her parents were, spending most of her childhood in the palace. She couldn’t imagine the agony of having her beloved mother berate her for every minor mistake.

Rheneas continued. “I bent my ankles in bad places, threw up most of my meals. Yet, no matter how hard I tried, I could never please her, even when I won a few competitions. It made me resent her. Made me despise dancing. And it was that bitterness that attracted Doppia.”

The ballet dancer continued, “She promised to make me the best ballerina in Equestria. All I had to do was...let her in. And, for a while, things were great. I left my mother, found love, made a name for myself. I was finally a star...!”

The ballerina closed her eyes in reminiscence of those wonderful feelings, a small smile briefly appearing. “That’s when she started taking over. My consciousness slipped in places where she took up my identity. One moment, I’m having dinner with my beloved. The next, she’s having sex with them while I was trapped in the corner of my mind. I didn’t feel anything. All I could do was watch while she used my body for her pleasure.”

Sobs rose in her voice, gripping her bare shoulders. “For so long, I felt like I no longer existed. That at any point, Doppia would swallow up my soul entirely. And I would be nothing more than her shadow...”

“But you held out,” pointed out Cerise.

“Barely,” scoffed Rheneas. “I had to keep my spirit small so that she’d forget I was still there. Stop her from siphoning what energy I had left. But I spent so much time as a prisoner; I began to share her thoughts, her own insecurities. As monstrous as she is, Doppia fails to live up to her fellow Vice Lords. Especially the Burning King. She loathes them and plans to use your friend’s daughter to overtake him.”

“That’s why I’m asking you to join us,” the princess offered. “We can’t let Doppia ruin any more lives! If we work together, I can reclaim my body. And we’ll both be free, I promise!”

Her indigo eyes gleamed as if wanting so badly to believe Cerise’s words. “Why should I trust you?! How do I know you won’t-”

“Don’t you see?” She reassured her with a warm smile, placing a hand on her chest. “We’re kindred souls. And as a fellow lover of dance, you have my word. I will protect you.”

Tears built up in Rheneas’ eyes again before she flung herself into Cerise’s arms, hugging her tightly. The floating shards dissolved into water, cascading down into a pool around them. The overlight expanded, raining droplets as well.

“Thank you..!” The ballerina cried softly, burying her face into Cerise’s bust.

Likewise, the dancer stroked her back and sank into the calming waters surrounding them while brilliant light overfilled the dreamscape.

“Okay…so walk me through what we’re doing again.” Inside their shared room, Beatrix had finished brushing through her violet-tinged platinum locks with a brush, ready for bed. A pink see-through lace nightgown adorned her voluptuous figure, the only other garments being underwear. After a few more touch-ups, the witch walked over onto the bed and got into the covers, her lover already occupying the other side.

Oona replied, “Fur mah Onoma tae work, we need tae be touchin' as we drift tae sleep.”

“And the music box?” She pointed towards the worn artifact that stood bedside.

“It’ll draw th' Nightmare Stag with its lullaby. Then, if he’s near, th' dreamscape will become black an' white, everything swallowed in a dark veil.”

Beatrix remembered a few dreams that were described as such. One that came to mind was where she dreamt Zeloph had nearly taken Abadonna away to erase her mind.

Was that the Nightmare Stag’s doing?

With pursed lips, the unicorn confessed, “I still don’t know about this, Oona! While I’m relieved you opened up about this, I can’t shake off this looming sense of danger. I hate to admit it, but Zeloph’s right; we don’t know anything about this fiend! And to blindly trust he’ll show us the way to Abby could be disastrous.”

“Yer concerns are valid, Ceann Oga,” Oona spoke calmly, placing her hand over Beatrix’s. “This could turn out tae be a grave mistake. But we have tae try! Abadonna doesn’t have much time left. If we don’t hurry an' act fast, Doppia will force her tae complete th' Omega Prophecy! We must believe this will work! An' if not th' Stag, please have faith in me..!”

With an uneasy sigh, Beatrix offered her a nod and a kiss, to which she reciprocated. Oona felt her student squeeze her hand tightly. With everything set, all that was left was to turn the key and let the instrument’s eerie lullaby carry the two lovers into a deep slumber.

The next time her eyes opened, Beatrix found herself in dark woods. Crickets chirped all around her. A faint mist covered the ground. And gazing up towards the towering trees only revealed a pitch-black sky. She gasped upon realizing her hand wasn’t holding the azure sheep’s.

“O-Oona?!”

“I’m over here!” Her voice called back, stepping out from the darkened mist, her horns and wool glimmering brightly. Beatrix rushed towards her side, perked ears picking up a hollow gale that spoke incoherent whispers. Paying closer attention, she could make out a few faint words.

“...꓄ꁝꏂ ꓄ꋬ꒒ꏂꇙ ꄲꊰ ꄲ꒒꒯ ꅐ꒐꒒꒒ ꃳꏂꉔꄲꂵꏂ ꋊꏂꅐ…”

“... ꓄ꁝꄲꇙꏂ ꅐꁝꄲ ꒯ꏂꇙ꓄ꋪꄲꌦ ꓄ꁝꏂ ꏂꋬꋪ꓄ꁝ ꅐ꒐꒒꒒…”

“... ꉣꋪꋬꌦ ꓄ꁝꏂ ꍌꋪ꒐ꂵꂵ ꒯ꏂꇙ꒐ꋪꏂꇙ ꋊꄲ꓄ ꌦꄲ꒤…”

“The Grimm?”

“Hold on, Ceann Oga,” Oona warned, turning her head all around the area, perplexed. “Th' nightmare realm is usually melancholy an' without color. But somethin' has changed...”

The loud snapping of branches made the pair jump, Beatrix clinging onto the sheep sage’s arm. Then, footsteps perked their ears as someone shoved away branches, bursting out of the fog.

“G-get them off me! GET THEM OFF!!”

It appeared to be a stallion wearing a business suit, scratching and hitting his limbs before stumbling to his knees. Beatrix attempted to approach him before Oona pulled her back, shaking her head.

The fool appeared to be rubbing at his sleeves, scratching at his face, as if he was covered in a swarm of insects, trying desperately to get rid of them. Yet, there was nothing to indicate this. And all the witch could do was watch as the stallion sobbed and screamed.

“ꁝꋬꋬꋬꋬꋬꋬꋬꋬꁝꁝꁝ…” A famished voice sighed behind them, causing both women to freeze up. They dared not turn around as a looming figure brushed past them, addressing the frightened colt. “ꌦꏂꏂꏂꏂꏂꇙꇙꇙꇙꇙ… ꒒ꏂ꓄ ꍌꄲ!”

Violently, the colt’s cheeks swelled before his mouth vomited out large, spindly appendages that branched out. Beatrix cringed and covered her mouth as the black arachnid shape pulled itself free from the stallion’s maw. Then, after shaking off the saliva, the creature skittered into the trees, leaving the colt to wheeze frantically. And when his eyes opened wide, he yelled louder.

“ꇙ꒤ꉔꁝ ꇙꅐꏂꏂ꓄, ꒯ꏂ꒒꒐ꉔ꒐ꄲ꒤ꇙ ꊰꏂꋬꋪ…” The Nightmare Stag groaned, salivation dripping down its exposed parted jaws.

Oona urged Beatrix to turn away as the colt cried out, shuddering at the sickening sounds of tearing flesh and liquid splattering the ground. Only when the fiendish cervidae gulped down the last of its prey did they turn around.

A long tongue lapped at the blood coating its boney maw, cleaning the remains. He remained hunched before the couple, the body hidden behind its squatting limbs.

“ꌦꄲ꒤ ꉔꋬ꒤ꍌꁝ꓄ ꂵꏂ ꋬ꓄ ꋬ ꃳꋬ꒯ ꓄꒐ꂵꏂ,” the Nightmare Stag said apologetically. “꒐ ꅐꋬꇙ ꁝ꒤ꋊꍌꋪꌦ ꋬꋊ꒯ ꊰꄲ꒤ꋊ꒯ ꓄ꁝ꒐ꇙ ꇙ꓄ꋪꋬꍌꍌ꒒ꏂꋪ. ꒐ ꂵ꒤ꉔꁝ ꉣꋪꏂꊰꏂꋪ ꋬ ꂵꄲꋪꏂ ꉔ꒐꒦꒐꒒ ꂵꏂꏂ꓄꒐ꋊꍌ...”

Before Oona could say anything to defuse the tension, it was Beatrix who spoke first. “I… can’t say I’m not appalled. But it’s not like we haven’t encountered ponies or people who indulge in twisted stuff before. Hell, I was one of them! But you’re a whole new level of beastly!”

“꒯ꄲꋊ’꓄ ꅐꋬꇙ꓄ꏂ ꌦꄲ꒤ꋪ ꇙꌦꂵꉣꋬ꓄ꁝ꒐ꏂꇙ ꄲꋊ ꓄ꁝ꒐ꇙ ꄲꋊꏂ,” he assured, looking over the evaporating corpse. “ꁝꏂ ꅐꋬꇙ ꋬ ꓄ꏂꋪꋪ꒐ꃳ꒒ꏂ ꉣꄲꋊꌦ, ꓄ꋪꏂꋬ꓄꒐ꋊꍌ ꏂ꒦ꏂꋪꌦꄲꋊꏂ ꁝꏂ ꀘꋊꏂꅐ ꒒꒐ꀘꏂ ꃳ꒤ꍌꇙ. ꅐꁝ꒐ꉔꁝ ꂵꋬꀘꏂꇙ ꒐꓄ ꂵꄲꋪꏂ ꒐ꋪꄲꋊ꒐ꉔ ꓄ꁝꋬ꓄ ꁝꏂ ꅐꋬꇙ ꆰ꒤꒐꓄ꏂ ꓄ꁝꏂ ꋬꋪꋬꉔꁝꋊꄲꉣꁝꄲꃳꏂ. ꋪꏂꇙ꓄ ꋬꇙꇙ꒤ꋪꏂ꒯, ꁝꏂ ꅐ꒐꒒꒒ ꋊꄲ꓄ ꃳꏂ ꂵ꒐ꇙꇙꏂ꒯.”

As the monster stood up, the witch found herself fixated on his appearance. The Nightmare Stag was a massive, ancient, unholy fusion of elk and tree. Branches and bones protruded from the feathery leaf mane covering his neck and back. He was lean in musculature with elongated arms. Unblinking crimson eyes glowed inside the sockets of his ivory skull, runes painted atop his forehead. White silk decorated his antlers. Beads embedded the webbing, almost like a crudely made dreamcatcher.

The witch immediately associated him with the Wendigos she encountered before the Crystal Empire, the resemblance nearly identical. Yet while they were ravenous deer husks made of cold and ice, the Nightmare Stag seemed to be a bit more resilient. A predecessor, perhaps?

The cryptid creature chuckled. “꒐ ꇙꏂꏂ ꅐꁝꌦ ꌦꄲ꒤ ꊰꋬ꒦ꄲꋪ ꁝꏂꋪ ꇙꄲ ꂵ꒤ꉔꁝ,” he motioned to Oona. “ꆰ꒤꒐꓄ꏂ ꓄ꁝꏂ ꉔ꒤ꋪ꒐ꄲ꒤ꇙ ꄲꋊꏂ, ꏂ꒦ꏂꋊ ꅐꁝꏂꋊ ꊰꋬꉔꏂ꒯ ꅐ꒐꓄ꁝ ꉔꏂꋪ꓄ꋬ꒐ꋊ ꒯ꋬꋊꍌꏂꋪ. ꋊꄲꋊꏂ꓄ꁝꏂ꒒ꏂꇙꇙ, ꒐꓄ ꒐ꇙ ꋬ ꉣ꒒ꏂꋬꇙ꒤ꋪꏂ ꓄ꄲ ꊰ꒐ꋊꋬ꒒꒒ꌦ ꂵꏂꏂ꓄ ꌦꄲ꒤, ꃳꏂꋬ꓄ꋪ꒐ꉧ ꃳꏂ꒒꒒ꋬ꒯ꄲꋊꋊꋬ.”

As the creature bowed its head, the witch returned a short curtsy, a nervous smile on her snout. “L-likewise..! I notice you don’t speak with an accent. Am I right to presume you are not a native to this land?”

The Nightmare Stag nodded. “ꌦꄲ꒤ ꋬꋪꏂ ꉔꄲꋪꋪꏂꉔ꓄. ꂵꌦ ꄲꋪ꒐ꍌ꒐ꋊꇙ ꒒꒐ꏂ ꂵ꒤ꉔꁝ ꊰ꒤ꋪ꓄ꁝꏂꋪ ꃳꏂꌦꄲꋊ꒯ ꏂꆰ꒤ꏂꇙ꓄ꋪ꒐ꋬꋊ ꇙꄲ꒐꒒. ꃳ꒤꓄ ꓄ꁝꋬ꓄ ꒐ꇙ ꋬ ꒯꒐ꇙꉔ꒤ꇙꇙ꒐ꄲꋊ ꊰꄲꋪ ꋬꋊꄲ꓄ꁝꏂꋪ ꓄꒐ꂵꏂ. ꌦꄲ꒤ ꓄ꅐꄲ ꋬꋪꏂ ꁝꏂꋪꏂ ꊰꄲꋪ ꋬ ꉣ꒤ꋪꉣꄲꇙꏂ.”

Both the violet mare and azure sheep looked to each other before Lady Ewe approached the towering cervidae. “We know what must be done tae restore Abadonna. Two halves opposite ov each other must join together. One light, the other dark. An', where dreams are brought through hope…”

“ꋊ꒐ꍌꁝ꓄ꂵꋬꋪꏂꇙ ꋬꋪꏂ ꇙꄲꅐꋊ ꓄ꁝꋪꄲ꒤ꍌꁝ ꒯ꏂꇙꉣꋬ꒐ꋪ,” the slender deer acknowledged, turning his skull head towards Beatrix. “ꋬꋊ꒯ ꌦꄲ꒤ ꋬꋪꏂ ꄲꀘꋬꌦ ꅐ꒐꓄ꁝ ꇙ꒤ꉔꁝ ꋬ ꒤ꋊ꒐ꄲꋊ?”

“I’ve slept with a ton of people. Most were friendly and kind, while others were cruel and corrupt. I’d be a hypocrite if I kept Oona from pursuing other partners as I do,” the witch admitted, rubbing her forearm. “My only grievance is that by allowing this, Abby won’t remember me as her mother. And all this time I spent finding her… All the wonderful moments we shared...”

“ꉔꋬꋊ ꃳꏂ ꉣꋪꏂꇙꏂꋪ꒦ꏂ꒯.”

“I-I beg your pardon?” Beatrix looked up as the Nightmare Stag’s shadow covered her form, his gaunt face drawn closer to hers.

“꒐ꊰ ꌦꄲ꒤ ꅐꏂꋪꏂ ꓄ꄲ ꄲꊰꊰꏂꋪ ꂵꏂ ꇙꄲꂵꏂ ꄲꊰ ꌦꄲ꒤ꋪ ꒒꒐ꊰꏂ ꊰꄲꋪꉔꏂ, ꒐ ꉔꄲ꒤꒒꒯ ꓄ꋪꋬꋊꇙꊰ꒤ꇙꏂ ꄲ꒤ꋪ ꏂꋊꏂꋪꍌ꒐ꏂꇙ ꓄ꄲꍌꏂ꓄ꁝꏂꋪ. ꓄ꁝ꒤ꇙ ꉣꋪꏂꇙꏂꋪ꒦꒐ꋊꍌ ꋬꃳꋬ꒯ꄲꋊꋊꋬ’ꇙ ꂵꏂꂵꄲꋪ꒐ꏂꇙ ꄲꊰ ꌦꄲ꒤ ꋬꋊ꒯ ꌦꄲ꒤ꋪ ꊰꄲꋪꂵꏂꋪ ꊰ꒒ꋬꂵꏂ.”

“Sae then ye would still be her mother physically,” Oona proclaimed, cupping her lover’s cheek. “B-but Ah thought th' prophecy specified two parents!”

“ꌦꏂꇙ. ꃳ꒤꓄ ꒐꓄ ꋊꏂ꒦ꏂꋪ ꇙꋬ꒐꒯ ꓄ꁝꏂ ꋬꉔ꓄ ꉔꄲ꒤꒒꒯ꋊ’꓄ ꃳꏂ ꉣꏂꋪꊰꄲꋪꂵꏂ꒯ ꃳꌦ ꂵꄲꋪꏂ ꓄ꁝꋬꋊ ꓄ꅐꄲ ꉣꏂꄲꉣ꒒ꏂ,” the Nightmare Stag countered. “ꇙꄲ ꒒ꄲꋊꍌ ꋬꇙ ꌦꄲ꒤ ꋬꋪꏂ ꓄ꁝꏂ ꋪꏂꉔꏂ꒐꒦ꏂꋪ, ꒐ ꃳꏂ꒒꒐ꏂ꒦ꏂ ꃳꏂꋬ꓄ꋪ꒐ꉧ ꒐ꇙ ꊰꋪꏂꏂ ꓄ꄲ ꉣꋬꋪ꓄꒐ꉔ꒐ꉣꋬ꓄ꏂ ꒐ꊰ ꇙꁝꏂ ꉔꁝꄲꄲꇙꏂꇙ.”

“Well, we are trying to change fate after all,” considered Beatrix, whose violet eyes fell back onto the fiendish deer. The witch slept with many warriors, monsters, tyrants, angels, and the occasional tentacle beast or two. But never in her promiscuous adventures did she imagine laying with a borderline god.

Not that the idea wasn’t super enticing. The Nightmare Stag’s body structure made the wayward witch nibble her lip, imagining what else of him might boast an intimidating length…

Beatrix gasped when he lowered his skeletal snout and pressed it into his neck, sniffing her scent. “꓄ꁝ꒐ꇙ ꄲꋊꏂ ꇙꏂꏂꂵꇙ ꂵꄲꋪꏂ ꓄ꁝꋬꋊ ꋪꏂꋬ꒯ꌦ,” he noted in a husky voice that made her shiver in shameless delight. “ꇙꁝꋬ꒒꒒ ꅐꏂ ꍌꏂ꓄ ꇙ꓄ꋬꋪ꓄ꏂ꒯?”

“W-wait!” Oona exclaimed, pulling her lover away. “What dae ye gain by helpin' us? If we are tae bear our souls together, Ah no longer want tae live in secrets!”

The Nightmare Stag sensed the uncertainty and replied, “꒐, ꓄ꄲꄲ, ꇙꏂꏂꀘ ꓄ꄲ ꉣꋪꏂ꒦ꏂꋊ꓄ ꓄ꁝꏂ ꃳ꒤ꋪꋊ꒐ꋊꍌ ꀘ꒐ꋊꍌ’ꇙ ꋪꏂ꒒ꏂꋬꇙꏂ. ꂵꌦ ꃳꋪꏂ꓄ꁝꋪꏂꋊ ꇙ꓄꒐꒒꒒ ꇙ꒒ꏂꏂꉣ, ꒯ꋪꏂꋬꂵ꒐ꋊꍌ ꄲꊰ ꓄ꁝꏂ ꄲ꒒꒯ ꅐꄲꋪ꒒꒯ ꅐꁝꏂꋪꏂ ꅐꏂ ꒤ꇙꏂ꒯ ꓄ꄲ ꉣꋪꄲꇙꉣꏂꋪ. ꋬ ꒒ꋬꋊ꒯ ꒤ꋊꋪ꒤꒒ꏂ꒯ ꃳꌦ ꂵꄲꋪ꓄ꋬ꒒ ꉔ꒐꒦꒐꒒꒐ꁴꋬ꓄꒐ꄲꋊ ꅐꁝꏂꋪꏂ ꄲ꒤ꋪ ꒒ꏂꍌꋬꉔꌦ ꅐꋬꇙꋊ'꓄ ꋪꏂ꒯꒤ꉔꏂ꒯ ꓄ꄲ ꂵꏂꋪꏂ ꂵꌦ꓄ꁝꇙ. ꋬ ꒒ꋬꋊ꒯ ꅐꏂ ꅐ꒐ꇙꁝ ꓄ꄲ ꋪꏂ꓄꒤ꋪꋊ ꓄ꄲ. ꋬꋊ꒯ ꓄ꁝꋬ꓄ ꉔꋬꋊꋊꄲ꓄ ꁝꋬꉣꉣꏂꋊ ꇙꁝꄲ꒤꒒꒯ ꓄ꁝꏂ ꏂꋊ꒯ ꄲꊰ ꒯ꋬꌦꇙ ꉔꄲꂵꏂꇙ ꓄ꄲ ꉣꋬꇙꇙ.”

“Are you some kind of deity?” Beatrix directly asked.

“꓄ꁝꋬ꓄ ꅐꄲꋪ꒯ ꂵꏂꋬꋊꇙ ꒒꒐꓄꓄꒒ꏂ ꓄ꄲ ꂵꏂ,” chuckled the Nightmare Stag. “꒯ꄲꏂꇙ ꋬ ꍌꄲ꒯ ꓄ꋪ꒤꒒ꌦ ꒒꒐꒦ꏂ ꒐ꊰ ꁝꏂ ꒐ꇙ ꋊꄲ꓄ ꒐ꋊ ꓄ꁝꏂ ꁝꏂꋬꋪ꓄ꇙ ꄲꊰ ꁝ꒐ꇙ ꃳꏂ꒒꒐ꏂ꒦ꏂꋪꇙ? ꋊꄲ, ꒐ ꁝꋬ꒦ꏂ ꃳꏂꏂꋊ ꒒ꄲꋊꍌ ꊰꄲꋪꍌꄲ꓄꓄ꏂꋊ. ꒒ꋬꃳꏂ꒒ꏂ꒯ ꄲꊰꊰ ꋬꇙ ꋬ ꃳꋬ꒯ ꒯ꋪꏂꋬꂵ. ꋬ꒒꒒ ꒐ ꅐꋬꋊ꓄ ꒐ꇙ ꓄ꄲ ꒒꒐꒦ꏂ ꒐ꋊ ꋬ ꅐꄲꋪ꒒꒯ ꊰꋪꏂꏂ ꄲꊰ ꒻꒤꒯ꍌꂵꏂꋊ꓄ ꋬꋊ꒯ ꉔꄲꋪꋪ꒤ꉣ꓄꒐ꄲꋊ. ꒐... ꅐ꒐ꇙꁝ ꓄ꄲ ꒒꒐꒦ꏂ ꋬ꒒ꄲꋊꍌꇙ꒐꒯ꏂ ꌦꄲ꒤, ꄲꄲꋊꋬ.”

“M-me?” the flustered sheep meeped.

“꒐ꊰ ꌦꄲ꒤ ꅐꄲ꒤꒒꒯ ꉣꏂꋪꂵ꒐꓄ ꂵꏂ,” he said, once more lowering his head. “ꌦꄲ꒤ ꋬꋪꏂ ꓄ꁝꏂ ꄲꋊ꒒ꌦ ꄲꋊꏂ ꓄ꄲ ꁝꋬ꒦ꏂ ꇙꁝꄲꅐꋊ ꂵꏂ ꀘ꒐ꋊ꒯ꋊꏂꇙꇙ. ꌦꄲ꒤ ꋬ꒒ꅐꋬꌦꇙ ꊰ꒐ꋊ꒯ ꓄ꁝꏂ ꒒꒐ꍌꁝ꓄ ꒐ꋊ ꄲ꓄ꁝꏂꋪꇙ, ꅐꁝꏂꋪꏂ ꓄ꁝꏂꌦ ꁝꋬ꒦ꏂ ꄲꋊ꒒ꌦ ꀘꋊꄲꅐꋊ ꒯ꋬꋪꀘꋊꏂꇙꇙ.”

Once more, he was referring to Beatrix, who had to admit, made a valid point. Lady Ewe had stood by her side, despite all the bad situations she caused or indulged in. it brought a genuine smile out of her whenever she gazed lovingly at the azure sheep. She slipped her hand into Oona’s as she turned those honey-brown eyes her way.

“I’d like to know you better first,” the wayward witch stated to the Nightmare Stag. “I’m not opposed to the idea, but I’ve been hurt before by someone who offered me a similar thing.”

“ꅐꏂ꒒꒒ ꓄ꁝꏂꋊ,” the cryptid deer murmured when he steadily shrunk in size to a more appropriate height. He remained taller than both of them, stretching out his hand. “꒒ꏂ꓄ ꒤ꇙ ꍌꏂ꓄ ꋬꉔꆰ꒤ꋬ꒐ꋊ꓄ꏂ꒯ ꋬꇙ ꄲꋊ꒒ꌦ ꋬ ꂵꋬ꒒ꏂ ꋬꋊ꒯ ꊰꏂꂵꋬ꒒ꏂ ꅐꄲ꒤꒒꒯.”

Oona gave an encouraging nod before Beatrix cautiously stepped forward. Chewing on her bottom lip, she shimmered her shoulders to loosen the nightgown off her body, letting it pool down her legs. Next, she removed her bra and panties. Her nipples hardened, feeling those burning red eyes take in her curvy shape.

“꒦ꏂꋪꌦ ꋊ꒐ꉔꏂ,” he noted in a husky whisper, taking her hand to pull her closer. “ꌦꄲ꒤ ꅐꄲ꒤꒒꒯ ꃳꏂ ꓄ꁝꏂ ꊰ꒐ꋪꇙ꓄ ꅐ꒐꓄ꉔꁝ ꒐ꋊ ꋬ ꒒ꄲꋊꍌ ꓄꒐ꂵꏂ ꓄ꄲ ꄲꊰꊰꏂꋪ ꁝꏂꋪꇙꏂ꒒ꊰ ꓄ꄲ ꂵꏂ.”

“Well, what can I say?” The unicorn purred, body on full display, playfully running her fingers along with the fiend’s abdominals. “We witches have a knack for worshiping big, horned figures~.”

That definitely stirred a primal need in the Nightmare Stag, if the low growl was any indication. Beatrix began placing butterfly kisses all over his stomach, her bountiful breasts brushing against his furred groin as she felt a familiar shape growing from his sheath.

Oona watched her lover work up the primordial wendigo, her own breathing and body growing hot at the provocative display.

A delighted gasp left the witch’s lips when his semi-erect cock extended over her bared bosom, the tip narrow compared to the thicker base. Yet it was indisputably the longest shaft Beatrix had ever encountered in all her travels!

“H-holy shit!” She exclaimed, earning a dark chuckle from her skull-faced partner.

“ꋊꄲ꓄ ꋬꊰꋪꋬ꒐꒯, ꋬꋪꏂ ꌦꄲ꒤?”

“N-not at all! Just… nervous~.”

His raw musk was intoxicating. Her eyes hooded under half lids as Beatrix began to sample his shaft with wet kisses and thorough licks. She mewled when his long fingers petted and brushed through her platinum locks, the kneeling unicorn staring up at the beast with hazy violet eyes.

With half of his cock wholly slathered in saliva, Beatrix worked up enough courage to insert the narrow inches into her mouth, muffling moans once the tip tapped the back of her throat. Gagging slightly, she spat it out before trying again, bobbing her head in a steady motion, ears perking at feral groans emanating from the Nightmare Stag.

Embarrassed as she was to admit it, there was no way she could fit all of it into her mouth. So to compensate, she gripped the girthy base and stroked what was left outside her lips. Gakking and slurping, more spit drooled over his shaft, some of it dribbling over her oversized tits. Her marehood was drenched, a puddle leaking down her inner thighs. Perverse thoughts quickly flooded the mare’s head about how badly she wanted this monster to skewer her like a sow.

‘No,’ Beatrix chided herself, pulling off with a wet smack before tending to his leathery sack, suckling one swollen orb before tugging the other. ‘I need to warm him up for Oona.’

Beatrix looked back to watch her lover masturbate while her hands stroked his engorged shaft. Oona’s squishy legs were spread wide open, slit fully exposed. Airy moans left her lips, left hand barely able to fondle her plump tit. The azure sheep kept her eyes fixated on the unicorn; cheeks absolutely flushed.

Distracted by her lover’s alluring display, Beatrix yelped when she felt the Nightmare Stag pull her up with a single hand around her neck, her squishy rump bent towards him with a wobble. More elated gasps came from the witch once he rubbed his wet length against her cute pussy, using her thighs and mound to stroke himself off.

“꓄ꁝ꒐ꇙ ꒯ꄲꏂꇙꋊ’꓄ ꁝꋬ꒦ꏂ ꓄ꄲ ꇙ꓄ꄲꉣ, ꌦꄲ꒤ ꀘꋊꄲꅐ,” the wendigo cryptid murmured, grabbing a handful of her right boob, rolling it around in his palm while thrusting between her shapely legs. “꒐ ꉔꄲ꒤꒒꒯ ꀘꏂꏂꉣ ꌦꄲ꒤ ꁝꏂꋪꏂ ꊰꄲꋪ ꋬꇙ ꒒ꄲꋊꍌ ꋬꇙ ꌦꄲ꒤’꒯ ꒒꒐ꀘꏂ. ꋬ ꉣꏂꋪꉣꏂ꓄꒤ꋬ꒒ ꒯ꋪꏂꋬꂵ ꊰ꒐꒒꒒ꏂ꒯ ꅐ꒐꓄ꁝ ꏂꋊ꒯꒒ꏂꇙꇙ ꏂꉔꇙ꓄ꋬꇙꌦ.”

“D-don’t threaten me with a good time~!” Beatrix groaned, squeezing her thick thighs together around his drippy, elongated cock. “Mmmgh~! You’ve still got to give me my daughter!”

“ꋬꋊ꒯ ꒐ ꇙꁝꋬ꒒꒒. ꃳ꒤꓄ ꊰ꒐ꋪꇙ꓄, ꒐ ꋪꏂꆰ꒤꒐ꋪꏂ ꌦꄲ꒤ꋪ ꏂꇙꇙꏂꋊꉔꏂ!” The Nightmare Stag picked up the tempo with a snort, humping away at the unicorn with abandoned thrusts. The witch let out high-pitched moans, her entire body jiggling against his force, feeling phantom hands fondle her bouncy breasts and gushing marehood.

“Haaah! A-Aaah! F-fuck~!”

“ꍌꄲꄲ꒯, ꇙꅐꏂꏂ꓄ ꒒꒐꓄꓄꒒ꏂ ꅐ꒐꓄ꉔꁝ... ꋊꄲꅐ ꋪꏂ꒒ꏂꋬꇙꏂ!”

On command, her magic flared into an aura, shadowy wisps of Erebus flowing off her curvature. Her eyes widened, staring blankly at the long nimble cock sawing against her crotch. It nearly reached the bottom of her breasts! And the thought of it pummeling her pussy to a pulp finally sent the violet unicorn over the edge.

Beatrix screamed into the dark void, a cascade of her sweet juices staining his rigid shaft. The fiendish deer’s mouth opened, feeding off parts of her aura while hugging her into his lean torso.

“ꅐꏂ꒒꒒ ꒯ꄲꋊꏂ,” he praised, his dexterous tongue licking a long strip across her tender neck. “꒐ ꒒ꄲꄲꀘ ꊰꄲꋪꅐꋬꋪ꒯ ꓄ꄲ ꄲ꒤ꋪ ꋊꏂꉧ꓄ ꋪꄲꂵꉣ ꓄ꄲꍌꏂ꓄ꁝꏂꋪ, ꇙꅐꏂꏂ꓄ꁝꏂꋬꋪ꓄. ꃳ꒤꓄ ꋊꄲꅐ, ꇙꁝꏂ ꋊꏂꏂ꒯ꇙ ꌦꄲ꒤.”

With a light shove, Beatrix fumbled onto weak legs before losing balance completely. Finally, she fell onto Oona, who embraced her wholeheartedly.

“Ceann Oga,” she whined, pressing her motherly form against the unicorn's. “A-Ah think A'm ready~!”

“I am too! C’mere~!”

The two lovers hungrily smacked each other’s snouts together, kissing with feverish intent. The witch felt how hot her lover’s moist pussy was, rubbing against her own. Their bountiful bosoms squished together, hard nubs poking at their shared valley of tit-flesh. And the soft caress of Oona’s warm wool brushing her naked body only made Beatrix deepen their passionate lip lock.

Both smitten females yelped and shuddered when an invasive tongue wriggled between their folds. The Nightmare Stag leaned over their plush backsides, lashing his wet appendage around their juicy flowers. And when he pulled away, Oona and Beatrix looked back over the pulsating veiny member erected from his loins; the latter’s magical aura faintly shimmered around the ridged edges.

“There’s no turning back if you do this,” the witch reminded with heavy pants, nuzzling her head into the shaman’s expansive breasts.

“An' A’d dae it again if it meant makin' ye happy,” proclaimed Oona, kissing the unicorn’s snout. Then, with calmed breaths, she focused her magic through her crown of horns. The rune around her stomach briefly glimmered before vanishing, her fertile womb no longer protected.

“Come,” she motioned the Nightmare Stag towards them. “Let us become one… Omen.”

Yet her statement made the fiendish elk pause in his track, his eyes pinpointed with alarm.
“… ꅐꁝꋬ꓄ ꒯꒐꒯ ꌦꄲ꒤ ꉔꋬ꒒꒒ ꂵꏂ?”

A curl to her lip, Lady Ewe replied, “Well, since ye won’t reveal yer true name, Ah might as well call you something.”

“Yeah, ‘Nightmare Stag’ is a bit of a mouthful,” admitted Beatrix. “Sounds more like a moniker!”

The antlered entity remained quiet for a few moments before muted laughter rose from his maw. “ꋊꄲ ꄲꋊꏂ ꁝꋬꇙ ꒯ꋬꋪꏂ꒯ ꓄ꄲ ꍌ꒐꒦ꏂ ꂵꏂ ꋬ ꉣꋪꄲꉣꏂꋪ ꋊꋬꂵꏂ ꃳꏂꊰꄲꋪꏂ. ꃳ꒤꓄ ꒐ ꓄ꁝ꒐ꋊꀘ… ꒐ ꂵ꒐ꍌꁝ꓄ ꉣꋪꏂꊰꏂꋪ 'ꄲꂵꏂꋊ' ꓄ꄲ ꅐꁝꋬ꓄ ꓄ꁝꏂꌦ ꉔꋬ꒒꒒ꏂ꒯ ꂵꏂ ꒐ꋊ ꄲ꒒꒯ꏂꋊ ꓄꒐ꂵꏂꇙ. ꌦꏂꇙ...”

Oona’s heart fluttered, racing faster when the tall stag lurked over the violet mare, its branch-like arms resting over either side of her head. The pair gasped when Omen inserted his pulsating length between their soaking wet pussies, as if he wasn’t already coated in enough fem cum.

“P-please! No more teasing,” whined Beatrix, her hips shaking to grind her cunt against the Nightmare Stag’s groin. “G-go on and take her~!”

“A-aaahh~!” Oona whimpered, feeling his cock slide down her tummy and prod its narrow tip into her velvety folds. Omen shuddered with how hot her little slit felt, almost trying to suck him in. Their eyes gazed longingly at each other, the azure sheep looking for any malicious intent or falsehood.

But then, what need would he have to lie?

For as long as she’d known him, Omen has always been truthful. Whatever stories of how the Nightmare Stag sowed seeds of despair to claim his victims were merely that.

And if all he wanted was to exist alongside her, who was Oona to deny such a request?

Shifting her glance to Beatrix, Lady Ewe cupped her cheeks and connected their snouts once more. Their heavy bodies pressed together, rubbing and grinding to stir the fire that burned within their loins as the fiendish deer slowly pierced through to Oona’s core, earning a heightened moan once he filled her entirety.

“Mmmaaaah~! Huuff! O-oh, sweet lucid dreams~! There’s so much~!!”

While not to an extant like Beatrix, the azure sheep had her own track record of bountiful lays. Fauns, satyrs, stallions, zebras, and even a few dragons all sought a handful of her generous flesh. Yet, no amount of skill could compare to the raw, animalistic passion Omen provided her. Each vigorous slam pushed his rod deeper, imprinting his shape thoroughly in her love tunnel. The witch squeaked, being sandwiched between her lover and the ravenous beast.

Thick ‘plaps’ echoed throughout the nightmarish void. There was nothing else visible but Beatrix, Oona, and the dark deer on top of them pounding the dream faun’s pussy into mulch. So enraptured by her mentor’s hot pants and airy moans, Beatrix failed to notice shadowy appendages drawing towards her own moist cunt, causing the witch to cry out once her womb suddenly became full.

“꒐ ꇙ꓄꒐꒒꒒ ꌦꏂꋬꋪꋊ ꊰꄲꋪ ꌦꄲ꒤ꋪ ꇙꉔꋪꏂꋬꂵꇙ,” Omen growled huskily, his antlers alit with an aura that caused the veiny tendrils to ravage around Beatrix’s hot pink insides. Feeling his impending climax, the Nightmare Stag pulled back to spread Oona’s legs wide and plow her thoroughly with reckless abandon.

“A-aaaahh! O-ooona! Oona~!!” Beatrix moaned, squeezing her hand tightly.

“H-Haaah! Beatrix, I'm! I-I’m coming!!” She replied with joyous glee, the lovers screaming into nirvana upon hitting her glorious shared orgasm. Omen bellowed shortly after, orgasmic pressure building up before unleashing a wave of baby batter deep inside her fertile pussy.

Oona’s eyes rolled into the back of her head, her body bathed in warm euphoria. Even after the Nightmare Stag pulled out of her glazed flower, their shared essence oozed out her puffy petals. The azure sheep hummed in the elation of her lover’s seed stored within her honey pot, her dreams of becoming a mother realized!

Beatrix laid tiredly over her lover, mindlessly kissing her bare skin, her marehood having been thoroughly used by the retreating tendrils.

The third member of their threesome rested against a tree, chest rising and falling with each breath. His flaccid member, stained in female lubricant, hanged limply between his legs. His piercing red eyes shimmered towards the witch and shaman, who returned a weary gaze.

“No matter what happens now, Ah will always love you,” Oona murmured softly, once more kissing her beloved on the horn.

“And I will always love you,” Beatrix sighed blissfully, cradled to her wool. “I really hope this changes Abadonna’s fate in all this…”

“꒐꓄ ꅐ꒐꒒꒒,” reassured Omen. “ꃳ꒤꓄ ꒐’ꂵ ꋬꊰꋪꋬ꒐꒯ ꌦꄲ꒤ꋪ ꒻ꄲ꒤ꋪꋊꏂꌦ ꒐ꇙ ꊰꋬꋪ ꊰꋪꄲꂵ ꄲ꒦ꏂꋪ. ꓄ꁝꏂ ꒒꒐ꃳꋪꋬꋪꌦ ꁝꋬꇙ ꌦꏂ꓄ ꓄ꄲ ꃳꏂ ꋪꏂꋬꉔꁝꏂ꒯.”

His statement caused the witch to snap her head up in alarm. “Excuse me?!”

“꒐꓄ ꅐꄲ꒤꒒꒯ ꇙꏂꏂꂵ ꌦꄲ꒤ꋪ ꒯ꋬ꒤ꍌꁝ꓄ꏂꋪ ꁝꋬꇙ ꉣꋪꄲ꒦ꏂꋊ ꓄ꄲ ꃳꏂ ꂵꄲꋪꏂ ꉣꄲꅐꏂꋪꊰ꒤꒒ ꓄ꁝꋬꋊ ꒐ ꃳꏂ꒒꒐ꏂ꒦ꏂ꒯...”

Lady Ewe shot up as well, asking with intense worry, “What do you mean?!”

Rather than explain, the Nightmare Stag vanished into the forest’s darkness, the shadow veil consuming the world around the two heroines. They huddled together until they found themselves in a new setting—one where clockwork, gears, and thousands of bookshelves made up a highly advanced structure.

But the moment to marvel left as quickly as it came when Beatrix spotted her daughter, her form entirely see-through and distorting rapidly, struggling to walk down the long corridor. Yet seem appeared to look slightly older, roughly around her pre-teens.

“Abby!!” Beatrix exclaimed, rushing to grab her child, only to phase right through her body. She stared aghast, trying once more to touch Abadonna. She was entirely incorporeal.

“What’s happening? Why can’t I..?”

“Omen has sent us to a premonition,” Oona proclaimed, watching the monochrome mare power through towards her destination. “These are events that haven't played out yet. O, Abadonna. Ye look so worn...!”

The witch was powerless to but watch as her daughter climbed up a staircase. A series of glitches caused her to stumble to her knees, but Abby was determined to reach the top, pulling her deteriorating body towards the top. And once there, the Child of Lightendark gazed at the ominous molten brimstone clock that ticked at a brisk tempo, glowing hellishly.

Beatrix shuddered at its presence, a familiar sense of mounting dread rising. “Wait… no, what are you doing?!” She reached out helplessly.

“STOP!!” A powerful voice boomed from Enock, who soared in front of Abadonna’s path, the owl’s star-filled eyes so wide, she could make out her own reflection. “Do not go any further, child!”

“Get out of my way,” Abadonna demanded, fists balled tightly. “I refuse to be your prisoner any longer!”

“You misunderstand. I only wish to prevent this outcome and restore your form. I’m trying to help you!”

“L̴̷Ì̷A̴̵̢Ŗ̸̛͠!͟͟͞” She yelled with enough force to distort the room a little, pushing the celestial owl griff back. “You never cared about me. All that matters to you is protecting your precious timeline! Keeping me here so that I would f͢-͏f̷̸a͏̶d̷e ̴̸͟aw̶-̡͢w͡-wáy̵̵ ̡f̶r̕͢ǫ̸͘m ̷r͡͏e̕ál̵̨͘it̀͡y̷..̷!”

The time curator’s melancholy deepened, briefly looking away in shame. “That... you are right about. I have been keeping you from the truth.”

“What truth!?”

Enock looked back to the troubled child and confessed, “You are the key to the Burning King’s liberation. I realized that the Vice Lords could not reach you and fulfill the Omega Prophecy if I confined you here. You would vanish in peace, thus sparing you from a wretched fate.”

Bitter tears streamed down the girl’s cheeks, more bent horns sprouting out of her black and white curled mane. “So all this time… you were slowly killing me? W-waiting for me to die as nothing more than a false m̷̕e̵̴̡͟m͟͠͡o̸̡͠ŕ̸y̵̛?̨̛͟!̡͢͡”

“You won’t be forgotten. It is your mother’s love that preserves you,” corrected Enock. “But it is also what's killing you. The harder Beatrix Belladonna holds onto you, the more exquisite your pain and reality becomes. Try as you might, Abadonna, you were always on barrowed time.”

Beatrix gazed at the monochrome filly, tears of her own flooding her eyes. While the witch actively refused to accept Enock’s actions as right, she knew they told the truth. By trying not to abandon her daughter, she was only prolonging Abadonna’s insufferable existence. And despite knowing this was only a terrible vision, seeing her daughter on the verge of total collapse weighed at her heart more than any sin she committed.

“I am truly sorry, Abadonna,” the celestial owl-griff apologized, lowering their head in apparent mirth. “This is the only way.”

But the monochrome filly glared deathly, static and black distortions emanating off her clenched fist. “No, you aren’t,” she seethed. “N̢̕͘̕͞ơ̕̕͜͞ţ̵̛͟͝ ̵̨͘y̢̕҉҉e̶̷̴ţ̡̨͘͠!̶̸”

Bolts of dark and white lightning wrapped around the owl-griff, who shrieked in alarm.

“NOO!!” Oona cried as she and Beatrix watched Enock succumb to the null powers that overwhelmed them. They tried to withstand, to conjure their Onoma. Perhaps reverse time to prevent this outbreak. But Abadonna refused to relent, infusing the celestial owl-griff’s body with her deteriorating energy. Fragments and glitches corroded Enock, his spacial blue shape saturating to match Abadonna’s lack of colors. Finally, all the stars glimmering within their body were snuffed out.

The filly violently coughed an oily substance, her figure flickering. Yet Abby held out, raising her hand to make Enock rise like a puppet attached to strings. Then, pointing a finger, she directed the owl-griff towards the looming Doomsday clock, which now ticked at an alarming rate.

“No… No! No! NO! ABBY, DON’T!” Beatrix yelled before sprinting towards Abadonna. She didn’t care if this was only a bad dream. She refused to see her daughter carry out her terrible destiny! “STOP! PLEASE! WE CAN STILL FIX THIS!”

And, to her surprise, the monochrome filly turned her face towards her mother, acknowledging her. Wetness stained her distorting face, frantically sobbing. “You promised, mommy,” she balled aloud. “You promised you would rescue me! But instead, you tried to erase me!?”

Her words made Beatrix fall to her knees, desperately pleading, “Baby, that’s not true! I’ve been fighting so hard to free you! It’s what I want most! Don’t do this! Abby, please!!”

“Abadonna, listen tae me,” joined in Oona, staring at the little mare with heartache. “We would never abandon you! Please, just allow us to--”

“Ş͡H̨́͠͡U̧͢T̨́͝ ͝Ú̵̡̨̨P͏̷̨͞͡!̸͢!̛̕” Abadonna declared, shoving the couple back with hidden force. “For too long, I’ve waited for my family. For someone to hold me. But it’s clear you never wanted me in the first place. And if you won’t have me... If the universe wants me to stop existing…” Her attention returned to the infernal clock, fire, and smog puffing out through filters. “...then let's erase è̸̶v̧̕͟͜e̵̛r̸̨͜͡y̶̡͠t̶h̢͜ì̴͜n̛͟g̷̢̧̨!̴̨͘͜͜”

“NOOOOOO!”

But the mare ignored her potential parents and psychically commanded Enock to unlock the gate with their temporal magic. The Doomsday Clock erupted, the entire library engulfed in a hateful inferno. Plumes enveloped the curator and child of Lightendark, traveling towards the horrified couple who could only bear witness.

“ABADONNAAAAAAAAAAAA!!”

Beatrix and Oona shot up from their beds with wide eyes, shallow breaths, and soaked in perspiration. Artificial sunlight-filled their bedroom through the window.

Uneasily, the couple looked at each other, the apocalyptic vision still vivid in their minds.

“Get the others! We're leaving! Now!”