Everywhere and Nowhere

After their wonderful picnic, Beatrix and the gang continued down the meadows. Thankfully, the witch’s mischievous tulpa had disappeared, though her presence remained. And Beatrix expected she would manifest again whenever she felt like it. Mini-Trix was a constant reminder of her childhood when she trained under her mother, Trixie Lulamoon. Fond memories of Beatrix’s time venturing with her arose, how she idolized and tried so hard to emulate her mother’s charisma and passion.

It was a carefree moment, much like her time on the road, during the old days. They overfilled themselves, aware that moments like these were fleeting. No doubt their enemies elsewhere plotted and worked to move their ambitions forward.

Finally, Beatrix, Oona, Dion, Midnight, and Cerise left the cool grassy terrain as their feet stepped into the sandy beach. No other life was present, outside of the squawking sea birds soaring overhead, vanishing into the mysterious mist that hung above the sea. A cool breeze blew past them, salty, aromatic air catching their nostrils. Waves crashed over the damp shore.

“I’ve never been this close to the ocean before,” Midnight commented, closing his eyes while embracing the calming, if not pungent, atmosphere.

“Ne'er had a mission overseas?” Dion asked curiously, earning a shake of the pegasus’ head.

“Most of my time as a peacekeeper was within cities and towns. Never went overseas or on a boat, so that’ll be exciting!”

“Well, after we’ve reunited Abby and Bea, we could come here again for a beach party!” Cerise suggested, already imagining the many people they could bring.

The food, the dancing, making love during the sunset. Oh, it was all romantic!

“Mmm,” Lady Ewe hummed, rubbing her chin. “It’d have tae be a specific time. These beaches tend tae be closed off fur when souls are transferred. They’re also th' hunting grounds fur many sea daemons. ”

“O-oh.… Yeah, maybe not here then,” the charcoal mare agreed, lowering her head.

“A'ament saying it tae put ye down, dear,” Oona assured, holding her hands. “Things are just...different here. Bein' by th' sea is a wondrous experience, but it can also be treacherous. ”

“Besides,” Beatrix added in, hands holding her wide hips. “We’re not here for vacation, Cerise. We’re trying to find my daughter and, potentially, keep the multiverse intact.”

“I-I know that! I just thought it was something we could all do to celebrate. That’s all…”

Midnight wrapped an arm around his wife, pulling her in for a tight embrace. “Cheer up, Cerise. I think it’s a wonderful idea! If no one else is interested, we could come back ourselves. Just you and me!”

“Thanks. I’d like that,” Cerise nodded, smiling at her husband before kissing his snout.

“Okay, so what now?” Beatrix asked, eyes darting around the shores yet seeing no sign of a boat trending waters or making port at the docks. She could only remain patient for so long. “Where’s this ship we’re supposed to take?!”

“Ah know ye’re eager tae press onward, but please try tae relax, ” the sheep shaman urged her lover, rubbing at her shoulder tenderly. “He should be around here somewhere.”

“He?”

As if on cue, the wooden boards creaked as lumbering footsteps came from the docs, pulling everyone’s attention. A prominent figure emerged from the soupy mist, carrying a large crate in his hands, humming a cheery song to himself. As he waddled closer, his astonishing appearance slowly unveiled, Midnight tilted his head puzzled.

“Is that a…walrus?”

“Huh!?” The aforementioned creature puffed, spotting the equestrians before dropping his box, a few fish flopping out. “Braaagh! Get aft, ye stinkin’ sea-devils! Ye come nearrr me, an' I’ll--”

“W-wait wait, Trom! Trom, it’s me!” Lady Ewe yelped, approaching the marine mammal to try and ease his startlement. The plume walrus stopped his aggressive actions upon seeing the mystical sheep, his eyes widening in realization.

“By the Sea Mither 'erself! It be Oona!” He exclaimed with bellowing laughter, wrapping his large arms to pull her into a hug, which she happily returned.

“It's good tae see ye again, mukker,” she giggled.

“Last time I saw ye, ye was but a wee lamb. Now, look at ye! Almost a spittin’ image ov ye mother. An' Dion!” He motioned to the burly ram, who nodded his head. “Ye’ve grown into quite the impressive ram.”

“How are th' waters treatin' ye, Trom?” The burly warrior asked, grinning.

“Harr! They’ve treated me an' me boat kindly,” the walrus beamed before looking over to Beatrix and her friends, rubbing the back of his head sheepishly.

“Oh, me apologies!” He chuckled awkwardly. “Hard to see ya through that there blasted fog. Thought ye might 'ave been kelpie!”

“Kelpie?” Cerise asked.

“Nasty sea demons who take equestrian shape,” Dion answered. “Their coats murky, hoachin' with algae 'n' brine, wit manes made ov sticky kelp, hence th' name. They trick locals intae comin' closer 'til they’ve pulled them under an' eaten thair innards. Worse if they happen tae be a mare or foal... ”

The dark princess held back the urge to vomit, instantly regretting her decision.

“Eeeegh! They sound horrible,” Midnight commented, equally disturbed.

“Aye, lad! It’s common to find them on these shores,” the walrus nodded. “So forgive me fer assumin' the worst. Oh! Where be me manners!” He adjusted his trench coat, white undershirt, and trousers, which did nothing to hide his girthy belly. A faint glow highlighted his translucent form. Raising one flipper hand, he pulled off his hat, showing a balding spot atop his head of messy orange hairs. Ice-like tusks protruding from his impressive mustache, a jolly grin underneath. “Cap'n Trom, at yer service!”

“Beatrix Belladonna!” The witch replied, taking her own hat to perform a bow. “And this is Midnight and Cerise.”

“Nice to meet you, Trom!” Midnight waved.

“You wouldn’t happen to be a spirit yourself, would you?” Cerise asked, tilting her head to studying him, hands clasped behind her.

“Aye, that there I be!” Trom laughed, placing his hat back in place. “I see you’re blessed with a strong sense o' intuition, lassie.”

“Thanks!”

“Trom is a ferry spirit,” Lady Ewe explained. “Tasked tae transport souls far an' over tae our homelain. This brings me tae why we're here. ” She paused to address the large walrus. “Can we ask ye tae take us tae Equestria's borders? We're on a journey tae locate Beatrix's missing daughter.”

“Mmm,” Trom pondered, scratching at his cheek with furrowed brows. “Lost child, ye say? Oh, that there be most unfortunate. But ye know I can’t just put aside me job. There'll be many wry souls, wanderin' helplessly at the beach, waitin' fer me ship to arrive!”

“Ah wouldn’t ask ye if this wasn’t important, Trom,” Lady Ewe pleaded, tugging at the collar of his shirt. “Ye would ask th' same if it were one ov yer own, missing on land.”

The walrus turned from the sheep to Beatrix, who looked up at him with watery violet eyes. He could tell the young mare had searched endlessly, clinging onto any hope of finding her child. With a steady sigh, he smiled and nodded his head. “Alright, Oona. Just this once, I’ll help ye out. Nothin' tugs at me heartstrings than tae see a mother find her child.”

“O-oh, thank you!! Thank you so much!” Beatrix exclaimed, laughing joyously while wiping away her tears. Oona smiled graciously, giving the walrus a small kiss on his blushing cheek. Clearing his throat, Trom turned around and motioned the group to follow him on deck.

“Wait…so where’s your ship?” Midnight questioned. “I don’t see anything!”

“That’s because a ferryman doesn’t sail on any old boat,” Trom smirked, pulling something out of his shirt. It looked to be a whistle, shaped like a seal, connected to a string around his blubbery neck. He looked towards the sea and bellowed firmly,

“O, Great Sea Mither! May I ask, once again, that ye provide me an' me mates a safe voyage as we sail through yer wondrous an' vast ocean? an' may ye guide young Beatrix Belladonna towards 'er lost pup. I ask, only as a ferry spirit should. Blissed be, o, Mither o' the Sea!”

Puckering his lips, Trom blew into the whistle, a high pitch sound echoing over the waves. Beatrix and co looked around, confused. “Ye, uh...might want to take a couple ov steps aft,” the walrus warned with a knowing smile, which both sheep did before their friends realized what would happen.

Suddenly, light illuminated beneath the surface as a large ship emerged, splashing the witch and her friends in a wave. “Gaaaagh!” The witch cried, her attire and mane soaked. Cerise pouted as her clothes clung tightly to her curvy frame, arms crossing over to warm herself up as she shivered. Midnight shook the water from his mane, leaks pouring from his armor.

“Bahahaha!” Trom bellowed, holding his stomach from laughing too hard. "Don’t say I didn’t warn yarr. Now climb aboard! We’ll need to set sail immediately if we want to get to Equestria by mornin'.”

While doing their best to dry themselves off, Beatrix and company walked over the plank, surprised to find how quickly the ship had dried. Everyone admired the craftsmanship of the boat, the main deck beautifully carved and built together sturdily. Trom waddled onto the quarterdeck, placing a flipper over the wheel before tugging at a string chiming a bell. The melodic sound caused the mist to evaporate altogether, allowing clear skies and sunlight to shimmer the horizon. After a series of clanks, the large vessel began to trend through the crashing waves.

“Whoa…. This ship is amazing!” Beatrix clamored, looking over to see how quickly they traveled, a school of enigmatic fish jumping through the air before diving through the waves.

“Aye. This here boat be enchanted,” Trom replied, chuckling. “She an' I have sailed through these waters fur nearly three decades now. We’ve spied many storms, met plenty o' faces an' battled countless sea monsters.”

“Wicked!”

“Harharr! I’m glad ye think so.” The walrus spirit turned to address the rest of her crew, who were looking around the large boat. “Please, make yourselves at 'ome! We’ll be sailin' fer a while, so if you’ve got any questions, don’t be afraid to ask me!”

Cerise slowly walked over to the captain’s side, turning around to take in the scenery. Like her husband, she too never got the chance to sail a boat, having spent life mainly in the desert. Her neon-pink eyes looked curiously at the wheel, turning to either side from occasion. Trom caught on and grinned. “Care to take the helm, lassie?”

“R-really? Are you sure? I’ve never driven a boat before…”

“Sure, I’m sure! It’s straightforward, really. Here!”

Trom guided Cerise’s hand over the wooden frame, giving her a feel for the control. She gently placed her other hand on one of the nobs, doing her best to keep on a steady line. Once he knew the dancer was confident, the walrus spirit pulled away entirely, leaving Cerise to steer the ship independently.

“I-I’m doing it!” She exclaimed excitedly.

“Nothin' to it,” Trom assured. “Just keep on course, an' let me know when you’d like a break.”

“Aye aye, captain~!”

With a nod, he turned to Lady Ewe and Beatrix. “Now…. Why don’t ye fill me in on this here adventure o' yours, Oona? An' 'ow you’ve come to meet this 'ere sultry enchantress. Be she yer Matanam?” He asked with a raised brow.

“Her what?” Beatrix asked in confusion, turning to the blushing sheep.

“O-oh! Uhm, well…no, we haven’t discussed that yit, eheh~.”

“No worries, lassie. Plenty o' time to figure it out. Let’s discuss this inside,” Trom snickered, ushering the unicorn and sheep into the captain’s quarters.

Midnight leaned over the ship’s balcony, his chest plate, pauldrons, and arm guards removed. He watched the sea pass by while the sun slowly descended down from the sky. He felt a hand tap at his shoulder, pulling back to find Dion, with two fishing poles resting on his shoulder. “Ah take it ye ne'er fished befur, aye?” He asked, smiling. The blue pegasus shook his head. “Here, laddie. Let me shaw ye.”

The warrior ram pulled up a couple of chairs to sit down in, applying bait to his hook before casting the line into the water with a splash.

“Ohhhhh, I've heard about this!” Midnight copied his demonstration. “Now we have to wait, huh?”

“Mhm! When yer feelin' a little tug, reel in as fast as ye can. It's quite relaxin' at times. Mah faither used tae take us off th' coast ov our island home, an' it helps me settle down efter a barnie if a lassie isn’t aroond,” Dion sniggered, nudging the pegasus’s side. “Who knows! Maybe we can have both if we catch a siren or mermare~! ”

“Those are real? Then again, this is a realm full of magic, myths, and mystery,” said Midnight, patiently waiting for a fish to nibble at his line, until finally, something tugged at his pole. “H-hey! I got a bite!”

“Good stuff, Middy! Oh, hold on!” Dion echoed, his own line tugging at something, the two fighters reeling their rods as fast as they could until they pulled out…a leathery tire, connecting by both their hooks. They blinked before turning to each other and laughed hard in their seats.

As the sun began to set over the horizon, everyone gathered to have a festive dinner. Adorned in a chef’s apron and bandanna, Trom cooked his traveler’s exquisite salad, dressed in a delicious ranch, and topped with carrots, berries, and spinach. Dion had taken over in steering the ship while the ladies and Midnight sat together at a table. The walrus suckled on cooked fish before joining the ram in a sea shanty, swaying back and forth. Eventually, Midnight tried to join in, only able to sing the chorus.

Beatrix, Cerise, and Ewe all laughed and hummed together. Just as the trio of poorly trained singers reached the final chorus, a third high-pitched chirp joined in. Once again materialized, Mini-Trix sang the last shrill note, earning cheers from the boys while Beatrix shook her head in dismay.

Hours wore on before the sun had vanished entirely, and night fell over the crashing seas, stars twinkling above and a blue moon hovering overhead. “Alright, lads an' lassies. Time fer this ol’ sea dog to get some shut-eye. The ship will remain on course while we sleep. You’ll find some beds in the forecastle if ye don't fancy the hammocks. G’night,” the tired walrus yawned, lumbering into his cabin.

“Now would be a good time to perform my wifely duties~” Cerise teased to her husband, her soft voice tickling his ear as he quivered.

“A shame Moonlight couldn't come,” Midnight lamented, familiar feelings of heat rising. “Gosh, I miss her…”

“Me too, babe, But we can’t get homesick already! Oona, would you-”

“Ov course,” she answered with a tender smile, letting the couple take her hand and lead her into their quarters. It had been a while since Midnight had been routinely revitalized, and after a well-fought spar against her brother, Lady Ewe figured she’d give him something special.

Within moments, they were tucked into the small chamber, lit by a lamp on the wall that swayed lazily. Cerise decided to begin the show with a striptease, her eyes locked on the pair while she discarded her costume. The dancer started by slowly sliding her top off, the weight of her breasts bouncing free. Twirling around, she waved her ass like a flag while shimmying her shorts off. A silhouette to match her namesake danced on the walls behind her, emphasized by the flame's light reflected from the lamp.

“Saucy,” said Midnight, who reflexively licked his lips.

“Hehe~! Don't be shy,” Cerise motioned to the sheep sage. “I don't mind if you hit it off while I put on a show!”

“Well, if ye insist,” Oona cooed, fluttering her eyes at the studly soldier before she proceeded to rid herself of her robes. Midnight stopped midway from removing his pants to see the dream shaman’s slightly paunchy form unveiled under her light-green undershirt, massive mammaries on display. Just the sight of those big nipples made his mouth water. Only thin wool-covered her wide hips and thighs as she sat back onto the bed.

Midnight tried to go for a kiss to get started, but Oona gently pushed him away, waving her finger. “Ah-ah! Mah lips are reserved fur th' one Ah love~” She giggled before patting her lap. Blushing, the pegasus nodded before resting head into her soft, wooly thighs. One hand trended through his spiky mane while the other fished out his beating cock, pre-cum already leaking down a flat tip.

“Mmmmm…Ah sense tension,” Oona said in a silky voice, hand unable to fully wrap over his girth. Most she could do was massage his stallionhood with firm strokes. Midnight groaned softly, his body easing while his urge to claim a new female rose.

“Y-yeah, I…I’ve been really worked up since squaring off your brother…mmm, fuck! They’re so big,” he marveled, feeling up one tit, thumb rubbing over her pink nub. Lady Ewe whimpered, her cheeks glowing while smiling down at him.

“Go on,” she urged. “Have yer fill~.”

Eager at the permission granted, the stallion raised his head to take her left nipple into his mouth, suckling it like a needy foal. Elation filled the sheep woman, light gasp and moans resounding from feeling her massive tits fondled within his hands. Her own grip tightened as she pumped his staff faster, thumb poking against the leaky hole.

“Ooooo~! A-ahh, easy, Middy…. They’re sensitive~!” She squeaked, but that did not deter the hyper-stallion from nibbling on her teat, tugging to stretch her breast out before jiggling it in place upon release. His hips feverishly humped into her hand, his baser needs growing rampant.

“Ma-agh! S-Sorry, Oona,” Midnight muffled against her soft, tit-flesh. “You’re just so warm…and-mmmngh! Soft! And so beautiful~!”

“O-oh my,” the sheep woman purred, those wet slurping sounds tickling her ears while she chewed on her bottom lip. Her honey-colored eyes briefly looked up to the dancer, who watched intently while feeling up her body. “Ye shouldn’t be sayin’ things like that tae me… not unless ye intended tae knock me up~!”

The titillating promise made his cock twitch, much to the lewd pleasure of the dream faun. Pulling off her raw nipple, his eyes looked up to hers with excitement. “W-whoa, knock you…you would want that?”

Lady Ewe beamed down at Midnight, giving the best bedroom eyes she could muster, which only made the faun more alluring and sweet. “It's bin a…frequent thought ov mine,” she confessed, pressing his head closer to her pillowy chest. “A’ve always dreamed ov havin' a babe ov mah own. Tae care fur, nurture…mmm, breast feed~.”

“M-maooh,” Midnight groaned, mouth kissing and sucking over her milky mounds.

“But Ah won’t let just anyone dae me. A'm needin' a big, strong stallion. Are ye up tae th' challenge, Middy? C’mere, stud. Make a mommy outta me~!”

Cerise found it harder to keep up her performance, entirely baffled by the filthy language she just heard. Hearing such naughtiness from the ordinarily soft-spoken and elegant shepherd was unexpecting.

And yet, she felt her loins drip hotly, watching her husband jerk up to firmly push Lady Ewe onto her back.

The sheep meeped yet panted heavily, feeling Midnight spread her limbs apart and grind that meaty horse cock against her equally wet mound, fuzzy wool almost hiding it. Oona whimpered at how hard and roughly he rubbed his flare gland against her quivering lips before parting them to make entrance into her love canal, earning a sharp moan.

“Fuck! S-so warm... and tight... Gnnrrgh~!” The hyper-stallion snorted, giving into instincts that told him to breed this sow. Wildly, he pistoned his hips to feed his entire length into her pussy, putting those motherly hips to good use.

“A-aaahh~! Oh, sweet lucid dreams! Yes! Breed mah body, make it yours~!” Oona chanted onward, her tummy and breasts jiggling under his bulging form. Her cunt squeezed around Midnight’s girthy spear, trying to milk out that thick spunk. She could feel his balls swell within his leathery sack, smacking into the faun’s round squishy ass.

The escalation of the scene before Cerise was too much, her limbs shaking under the needy lust burning inside her, demanding she scratches the itch. Plopping her ass down, the earth mare spread her legs far apart, fingered and rubbed at her glistening clit, moaning softly as she watched her lover breed the sheep into the bed.

Yet in her mind, Cerise could see herself in Oona’s place…

She had many discussions with her family over having foals, a concept she felt equipped for. Yet hearing Oona beg Midnight to impregnate her awakened new feelings deep down. A part of her did want her husband to put a foal into her belly.

And that need only grew as she sunk her digits deeper into her gushing marehood, whining lewdly. “Fuck…fuck, me too! Please, Middy! Give me one too~.”

Of course, this was all sweet talk to butter the couple up. Painted around Oona’s round tummy was a special rune that would nullify any inseminating effects, keeping her womb safe. So Midnight was free to pump her full of his spunk without risk of bearing any foals. But the dream faun sensed some unspoken discord between the two ponies and had conjured a plan to further unite them.

Although it was hard to keep focus when Lady Ewe was getting her cunt rearranged with how deeply Midnight speared his cock through her. Oona brayed, feeling the tip rub into the back of her womb, feeling him flare up and swell before the hyper-stallion released a husky groan.

“Gaaaaaaagh! Fuck, I’m coming! Take it! Take it all~!” Midnight warned prematurely, as thick torrents of spunk bathed Oona’s entire uterus in seed, triggering a reactive orgasm. Her legs squeezed down to keep the pegasus deep, clinging onto him while crying loudly. Cerise joined their choir of ecstasy, squirting fem juices all over the floorboards.

Midnight collapsed into the squishy sheep sage, sweat pouring off his shoulders and face, which was buried between Oona’s ample cleavage. Catching her breath, she resumed brushing her fingers through the stallion’s hair, a coy smile to her muzzle.

“Heh…. Such a vigorous lover,” Ewe whispered through shallow sighs. “Ye surely mak' Cerise a happy mare~! ”

“Y-yeah, I…I do my best,” he murmured, palms rising to her motherly breasts to rub them in circles, kissing her puffy nipples. “For a little while…I feared I’d wasted my life. Moonlight and I had trained since we were foals to protect a world from a war that never came. I mean, I want to pay Beatrix back, but…I don't want to settle into a routine. I’d grow bored soon enough, I think.”

The sheep sage hummed thoughtfully. “Ah see.… that can be a burden tae bear. Yet Ah sense yer beloved harbors her own unspoken angst.”

“H-huh?” His head turned to where Cerise laid against the wall, panting quietly while continuing to stroke her drenched marehood. He whispered, “O-oh…. Fuck, I got so into us, I didn’t.… I know she said she was fine sharing me like this, but…sometimes, I don’t think that’s true.”

“Ah believe it fashes ye an' Beatrix,” Oona proclaimed. “Cerise thinks ye two were meant tae be together, given how ye blether an' act towards one another. If Beatrix hadn’t interfered in yer world, alterin' yer life an' causin' ye tae become her half-brother, th' two ov ye wouid have likely been a couple instead.”

“W-what? That wouldn’t be true! Beatrix loves you, and I love Cerise! We wouldn’t have…w-would we?”

“Who's tae say,” Oona shrugged. “Th' paths we take are sometimes not th' ones we're destined fur. But what matters is whair an' who we are at this moment. An' richt now, yer wife is suffering…”

“I-I see,” he muttered, guilt growing in the pit of his stomach while looking over Cerise. Ruffling his massive wings, Midnight gently lifted off Oona to walk over to Cerise, who was still focused on milking another orgasm for herself. So wrapped in her thoughts and desires, she overlooked her husband until she felt hands on her shoulders and let out a surprised yelp.

The hyper soldier smiled widely at his lover before helping her back onto the bed and straddled the dancer onto his lap, arms securing her flanks while his still rigid member throbbed against her needy pussy. They just stared into each other’s eyes, lovingly and knowingly, before passionately pressing his maw to hers, making Cerise blush as she melted into his kiss.

Midnight pulled away, a thread of drool still connecting their lips. “Sorry…I lost myself again,” he began apologizing before he found a finger silencing his lip.

“Don’t be, I get it. You gotta do your thing with others to keep going,” she said with pursed lips. “I really don’t mind…a-as long as you give me love too.”

“Of course, Cerise. No matter who I’m with, It’s your bed I’ll come back to,” he smiled, taking another kiss before sliding his mare’s puffy pussy onto his shaft, the couple grunting as he quickly slid in.

“Gaagh! Damn, Oona. You made him all slippery~!” This earned a short giggle from the sheep shaman.

“Mhmm! Means we can go even deeper~” Middy growled playfully before he rested his back into the bed, letting his wife have the reins to ride his pole. With gyrating hips and short hops, Cerise bounced around on her lover’s pelvis, her velvety walls clamped over his dick and leaking viscous marecum down his matted crotch.

“A-ahhh! Oh, fuck! You feel so much bigger tonight~!”

“Y-yea, wow…mmngh! Guess Oona really worked me har-mmph!?”

Midnight’s response was muffled by a woolly crotch as Lady Ewe sat her large posterior onto his face, the dream faun braying lowly as his muzzle pressed against her dripping folds.

“Ye made a mess in me, Midnight. Ye should clean up after yourself~ ” Oona purred, grinding her snatch against his snout until she felt his tongue lap at her lips, licking away the excess cum drooling out.

The sheep moaned out while watching his lover work her hips, driving his dick around inside her tight marehood. The two closed in on each other, getting a feel of each other’s bodies, breasts squished against each other with nipples rubbing friction. Oona squeezed, feeling Midnight’s hands grip into her doughy rump while wiggling his tongue around, moans muffled in her mound.

The pleasure further rose upon Cerise lifting one tit to suckle for herself, causing the shaman to cream more femjuices for the stallion to drink up.

The three continued to thump around the bed, unaware that they provided quite the show for their nosey onlooker.

“F-Fuck..!” Beatrix muttered quietly, face pressed against the wall while observing the sultry scene from the other side.

It was hard to rest knowing what was transpiring inside the forecastle. And upon noticing a convenient hole in the wall, the witch couldn’t help but sneak a small peak. Her curious eye was greeted by the sight of Oona getting plowed by her half-brother, rutting the sheep like a ravenous beast. And it only grew hotter once Cerise joined them.

The captain didn’t seem like the type to peep, so Beatrix suspected this tiny opening was Mini-Trix’s mischievous doing. Knowing her, the tulpa wanted to spy on her friends only to realize what was happening before vanishing. “That little nuisance! The next time she appears again, I’ll.… I-I will...mmngh~!”

The witch bit into her bottom lip, unable to ignore the sensation burning at her marehood. One hand groped at her enhanced bosom while the other slid down her smooth stomach to pull aside her thong and finger at her sopping pussy, mimicking the thrusting motion Midnight made with his wife.

“A-aghn…d-damnit! Fuck, I haven’t gotten properly laid in so long~!” She whined quietly.

“Then why don’t we fix that~?” A gruff voice whispered behind her.

The unicorn let out a sharp gasp upon feeling weight press up against her curvy ass, a pair of familiar hands securing her hips. She turned her head to see Dion, fully naked and grinning knowingly down at the scandalous witch.

“Bonny rude ov ye tae be spyin' on our friend’s intimacy, Beatrix, ” he snickered, baritone low and husky. “Ah outta punish ye~!”

He gave her left flank a hard smack, earning a short yelp out of Beatrix. He gave the opposite side another slap, grinding his hips up into her jiggling buttocks.

“H-hey~! Y-you can’t just sneak up on me like this, a-and expect me to-”

“Pft! Please,” Dion snorted. “Ye've bin eyin' mah johnny ever since Manehattan. An' it's taken a lot ov willpower tae resist pinnin' ye lik' this 'n' pumpin' ye full. But ye feel this? ”

The violet mare shuddered upon feeling his red, hot cock rub between her flanks, each throb making her marehood wink.

“M-mhm~?”

Dion leaned close to Beatrix’s head, whispering into her ear, “Ye did this tae me. Now, you’re goin' tae take responsibility~. ”

“Oof, you’re right~,” the mare cooed, fluttering her lashes up at the burly ram, swaying her hips side to side against his shaft. She teased, “I-I just couldn’t help myself, being so close to a fierce, noble warrior with such a fat dick~! I'd do anything to get you to ram me~!”

His breathing grew heavy, pantingly hotly by her ear as his hips jerked to press his member firmly into her ass cheeks. “Hat an' 'tard off, ” he commanded gently. “Ye can keep th' boots, though.”

“Hehe! Yes, sir~” she giggled, her horn briefly lighting up to magic her leotard and wide-brimmed hat away, leaving her bare and ready for the taking as her tail hiked over to present her rump fully. No sooner did her clothes come off before Dion pressed her face against the wall, smacking his stiff member against her needy pussy before finally pushing in.

The two shared a pleasurable hiss, Beatrix’s walls contracting around the shape of Dion’s cock before the ram began to hump and pound the unicorn with heavy thrusts. Both his hands remained on the unicorn’s wide hips, pulling them back to meet his, thick ‘plaps’ echoing whenever they met.

Beatrix tried her best to hold in her lewd noises while her lover bashed her cunt into submission. The rough pummeling caused her massive boobs to bounce and clap into each other, a reminder of how she ‘slightly’ enhanced her assets to become larger and a bit wobblier.

Not that Dion knew or cared as he deeply shoved his dick further into her gushing marehood while asserting his bulk against her back. One hand slide up her sides to claim one udder-sized tit, rolling and squeezing her breast while tugging at her nips. Beatrix could practically feel the fucker kiss the back of her womb, making her moan and gasp with a short breath.

“A-aagh! Oh FUCK! Fuck yeah, babe! Fuck me! Harder~!” She chanted to her champion, feeling him pulsate deeply within her honey pot. Dion’s thrust grew more reckless, smacking harshly into her jiggling rump while his balls slapped against her clit. The ram bellowed lowly, feeling his impending orgasm before delivering one final thrust before firing thick ropes of spunk to splatter her womb. Beatrix cried almost silently, her cunt gushing sticky fluids all over his black wooly thighs.

The witch leaned her chest and arms against the wooden wall for support, her legs shaking to keep standing. And if not for her lover holding her, she might have collapsed.

“A-ahhhh~! Mmmng, fuck. I really needed that,” Beatrix laughed, huffing and puffing.

“Oh, A’m not finish wit ye, lassie,” Dion murmured.

“H-huh?! Waaah~!”

“C’mere ye!” The ram chuckled, pulling his wry lover away from her peeping spot, spinning her around, and lifting her high into his arms. Beatrix yelped and giggled before feeling her back pinned against the main mass, Dion pressing his torso into her squishy breasts while his hands secured her flanks. For a moment, the two said nothing but gaze passionately into each other's eyes, the moon highlighting their features.

As she wrapped her arms around his neck, Beatrix brought Dion’s head against her own before the warrior resumed to pump his shaft into her puffy pussy, taking a slow yet firm rhythm. They shared sharp moans and airy pants, ditching the lewd wordplay in favor of raw lovemaking. The mare’s legs squeezed around her lover’s waist, pinning him closer to her body. In return, his mouth placed many kisses along her collar bone before taking her right breast, earning heightened coos out of the witch.

It didn’t take long before the two reached climax once more, muffling their moans with a kiss as their embrace deepened. Love juice leaked out from Beatrix’s overstuffed pussy as her burly warrior steadily dropped them back into the hammock.

Fatigue and bliss washed over Dion, chest rising and falling with each breath. Beatrix groaned, feeling his cock flaccid out of her as she adjusted her position to curl over his chest.

“I...I think we overdid it,” Beatrix giggled sleepily.

“Maybe,” Dion sighed, one arm wrapped over the mare’s shoulder to stroke her platinum locks. “But A'd happily go again~"

“Mhmm~! I really hope Oona is okay with us sleeping together…”

“Ah know mah sister, ” Dion insisted. “Nothin' means mair tae her than yer happiness. You’re a hedonist by nature, an' she’s accepted that.”

As her mentor came into discussion, Beatrix thought back about what Trom had asked Oona before they talked about their mission. “Say.… What does Matanam mean?” She asked Dion, looking towards him.

His brow rose curiously before he answered, “‘Matanam’ means ‘soulmate.’ Th' one ye give undyin' love tae 'til yer body expires. An' in the afterlife, yer souls will reunite an' share eternity together.”

“So it’s like…marriage?”

“Mmm, not quite,” the ram explained. “Thair’s a ceremony we hold fur th' occasion when couples have come tae that decision. An' once th' ritual is complete, ye're magically bound tae one another. An' even in life, should ye turn away from each other, yer spirit will return tae yer Matanam in death. ”

“O-oh gosh.… That’s a big commitment,” Beatrix admitted, pursing her lips while shyly looking away.

“Aye. An' Ah take it that scares ye?”

“N-no! Well, yes. I mean.… Ugh, it’s complicated!” The unicorn sighed as she looked up towards the ceiling. “I’ve never really thought about settling down. There’s so much of the universe to explore, new faces to meet. I’m always looking for a new adventure! But ever since Abby came into my life, I’ve had to consider laying off so that I can properly raise her. And being with Oona feels…so much better than any fling or crush I’ve had. I just…I don’t know if I could give up adventuring.”

The ram nodded. “Ah get that. Tae be honest, A’ve allowed meself tae be consumed in mah quest fur strength. ”

“Really?” Beatrix looked back to Dion, her eyes almost sparkling under the dim light.

“One day, A will challenge mah faither fur mah rights as chief,” he explained. “But along th' wey, A’ve fought valiant battles in countless wars an' countries. As much as Ah want tae return home, Ah can’t ignore those in need of guidance. It's in mah nature tae resolve conflict an' turn th' tides ov battle. Sae 'til A'm settled an' fully prepared, Ah'm devoted tae mah cause. ”

“Mmm…” Beatrix hummed, her fingers gingerly tracing the large scar on his chest. “That’s quite the load on your shoulders. You’re very brave, Dion.”

Maroon eyes stared into violets as a broad smile spread his muzzle. “Ye have tae be in these circumstances. Though ye have a lot tae carry yerself. We're bound tae come across yer old flame, richt? How are ye feelin' about that? ”

His question startled Beatrix, having not really thought about what she would do when seeing Zeloph. He probably hated her; after she stopped him from ruining the world, he sought to make ‘perfect’ for Abbadonna. But despite that love towards their daughter, she could never forgive the false idol for using her in his zealous scheme.

“I want to hurt him," she confessed, bawling a fist. "I want to show him how badly he hurt me. Used and betrayed me. Not even Shadow Scythe broke my heart. I won't allow such a vengeful being in Abadonna's life. If he wants to redeem himself, then I'll give him one chance. But I've lost all respect and sympathy for him...”

Dion nodded in understanding. “Then let him hae it, lass. Ah expect a legendary battle worthy ov tales tae be tellt. 'Beatrix Belladonna, slayer ov angels!' Has a good ring tae it, don't ye think? ”

She snorted, flicking his nose. “Oh, Please! I’m much more than just fancy titles~.”

“Oh, aye! Ye've certainly come a long way from ‘Dark Messiah ov th' Necronomicon.’ ”

She grinned at him as she pecked his lips before snuggling closer into him, taking in his warm scent while the ram laid his head back to let sleep take him. Her eyes wandered towards the glowing light from the small window where Oona, Midnight, and Cerise resided as it flickered out.

“Bound to your soul forever,” Beatrix whispered through drowsiness. While uncertain of her stance in commitment, a part of her was jealous of the married couple. But of all the allies and friends she’d consider settling down with, Oona proved to be the most likely. Because to her, the dream faun showed her unwavering kindness, support, and love. Maybe having their souls tethered wouldn’t be so scary, knowing it was with her darling mentor.

Beatrix’s last moments awake were looking up towards the starry night, wondering if Abadonna was somewhere in the stars, waiting for her...

Blistering winds howled as night fell over the mountainside. The two travellers had to take shelter in a cave lest they face the blizzard’s wrath. Shadow Scythe rubbed at her shoulders, fighting the bitter cold through chattering teeth. Her icy gaze fell to Zeloph, shivering violently as some of his feathers had frozen and eyes on his wings closed under layers of frostbite. Gathering what little wood he could find, his hands lit up before igniting the pile with baleful fire. Its glow reflected off the rocky walls as they settled down, rubbing their hands close.

“Whoever d-decide to cast an eternal blizzard spell should d-d-d-die a thousand d-d-deaths,” she sneered between chatters.

After a moment to warm up, he answered. “Whatever’s up there likely doesn’t want to be disturbed. So the higher anyone gets, the harsher the weather will no doubt become,” Zeloph proposed, rubbing at his ruffled wings, each of his eyes still closed as he brushed off frost. “At least, we can be certain this isn’t Beatrix. I wonder where she is…”

“Grr! Wherever she is, I bet it's a lot better than here,” Shadow Scythe scoffed, ceasing her shivering once she absorbed enough heat. A tired sigh escaped her lips. “No, that doesn’t sound right. She might not be faring that better than us, what with her daughter lost to time and all…”

“Yeah, don’t remind me,” Zeloph muttered, folding his wings around himself for more warmth. “Belladonna nearly brought us both to the brink of ruination. Thinking of her being anywhere close to Enock’s library fills me with unease.”

“She nearly brought you to the brink of ruination. Don’t ever compare yourself to me,” the unicorn warned, narrowing her eyes which emphasized dark circles underneath.

“Oh good. Your ego has resurfaced,” the demi scoffed. “You’re surprisingly sensitive for someone who thinks so highly of herself. Have you forgotten how easily I kicked your-”

The sound of steel greeted his feathery ears as Shadow conjured a sickle from his shadow, once more threatening to lop his head off. Zeloph only smiled smugly at Shadow Scythe’s glare before she dissolved her magic with a frustrated huff.

“I swear…. The moment you adorned that ridiculous, dated look, you’ve become more pompous than before! You’re acting like...l-like..!”

“Belladonna?”

“Yes! Exactly like Belladonna! The haughty attitude, the flashy display...the insufferable level of kindness…” She whispered that last one to herself, looking away.

“Hmm…I suppose Beatrix has rubbed off on me,” He contemplated, unfurling his wings to show off his rebellious attire. “To know my enemy, I must become them, I think the saying goes. At least I’m willing to admit we share a few things in common.”

“Hmph!”

Zeloph rolled his eyes. “You’re never going to grasp your full potential if you stubbornly ignore your feelings, Shadow Scythe.”

“It’s gotten me far before.”

“And yet, you still can’t figure out why you’ve never won a single bout with Beatrix.”

Shadow Scythe said nothing for a while, continuing to sulk until she relented after a couple of minutes of silence. “I’m well aware that I’m full of myself. For so long, I’ve chased after power wherever I could get it. Even when the price was so horrible. I…used to be an assistant to Grogar.”

“The Father of Monsters?” Zeloph asked curiously, recalling hearing a few tales about him.

“The very same,” the reaper nodded. “He made me what I am today. I took many lives in servitude to him, harvested a lot of souls. And when it became clear he was weaker, I slaughtered the old goat where he stood. Not because I was superior, but because if I hadn't, he would have killed me. He betrayed me, left me to die. Heh.… Funny, isn’t it? A Goddess of Death, afraid of dying?”

For once, the nephilim didn’t respond with a witty comment or sarcasm. Instead, he remained respectfully silent, much to her surprise and gratitude.

“Still, you can imagine my frustration coming across this magical, space bimbo somehow overpowering me,” Shadow Scythe continued, tucking her knees further into her chest. “She had everything I didn’t. Friends who supported her cared for her. Helped her when things were tough. For so long, I found emotion and morality to be feeble, disgusting things that hindered one’s ability. Flesh was a reminder of impermanence, so to maintain my purity, I denied it. But now…”

“You’ve realized embracing them has made you much stronger than you ever were,” Zeloph added in, to which she frowned.

“I tolerate and accept that these feelings exist. But I refuse to give into them. I will not be so easily manipulated by the stupid shit Beatrix gets into!”

The Fallen One laughed, shaking his head. “I sense a lot of insecurity. Tell me, why are you so tense?”

Shadow Scythe kept her face hidden under her hood, trying hard not to stare at her witty companion. “I'd...prefer not to talk about it.”

Yet, she couldn't suppress a heat in her cheeks. Nor the subtle fragrance of musk born of pheromones the unicorn attempted to hide under more soaked bandages. It didn’t take long for Zeloph to detect her scent, all of his eyes widening in realization.

“Oh... I see,” he spoke, a little awkward about the situation yet remained without judgment. “You know,” he began cautiously. “Estrus is perfectly natural for a mare. Your body must be desperate to make up for all the years you’ve denied yourself pleasure or release. I suspect your empathetic 'awakening' has something to do with that. If you'd like, I could help you with-”

“S-shut up! Don’t you dare suggest we… gngh, fuck!” She barked, slamming her fist into the wall next to them, bloodying her knuckle. “A-as if I would ever lower myself to sleep with anyone, let alone Belladonna’s sloppy seconds! I won't be a slave to lust!”

Zeloph glared harshly at her, deeply insulted by that comment. “I was only going to use my healing touch to restore your body and mind. I have no base intentions.”

More embittered laughter rose from deep within her. “Like I’d believe that bullshit! Here you are, chest out for me to ogle at while I wrestle with all these damned pent-up desires. I’m not stupid, Zeloph!”

“No, but you are annoying prudish,” the fallen one groaned, carefully reaching over to look over her self-injured hand. She instinctively tried pulling away but stopped upon feeling a tingling sensation flow over her busted knuckle. She watched in astonishment as his fingers traced over her hand, her wounds quickly healed and sealed, blood cleaned. It was like the feathers on his wings brushed the pain away, leaving nothing but warmth and tenderness.

Was this how he charmed that poor fool, Beatrix? With gentle, sensuous touching?

She locked onto his eyes, finding no ill intention or wanton lust. Just shimmering magenta orbs reflecting his glowing fingers. And she couldn’t deny it felt…nice to be cared for like this.

“...thank you,” she muttered and turned her head aside.

“Of course. That wasn’t so bad, was it?” He teased with a gentle grin.

Shadow felt her heart thud; her mind so addled by desires once alien to her, she assumed her body would respond to any charming stallion. But the idea of to mate still made her feel ill. “No.… It wasn’t.”

Despite how badly she feared it would make her appear weak and needy, she settled beside him, content to huddle close to Zeloph. Surprise dawned in his own eyes at this almost foreign display of affection, yet he returned the embrace as several wings and plumage unfurled from his back to cover them in a blanket of seraphic feathers.

A dim light illuminated off the demi-human, providing Shadow Scythe with some vision of the downy fortress protecting them. No sound could be heard outside from their breathing. “This is…cozy,” she complimented, her pale blue cheeks stained bright red. “No wonder Belladonna was so easily seduced...”

“Beatrix yearns for new thrills like an addict. It wasn’t that hard to sway her,” Zeloph sighed, looking away with regret. “Although, I don't think there's anything that could mend our relationship, given our animosity. Still…. It’s nice to be close to someone like this.”

“Hm-mmm.” She was beyond hot, even when the wings adjusted to allow the cool air outside in. Shadow Scythe bit her lip hard, doing everything not to touch herself while in his presence. Yet the reaper couldn’t shake out the troubling thoughts, and with a pained groan, rolling over to press her back against his torso. “Now, when you said you would help by 'touching' me...”

“I won’t go any further unless you want me to. I promise.”

“O-okay, good. You better hold up to that, or I’ll-”

“Shhhhh,” Zeloph shushed, placing a finger to her mouth before whispering sweetly. "Just relax." Steadily, he trailed down her chin as his hand stroked over her torso, careful to not touch her bosom before fully grasping her bandage-covered stomach. Thin light glimmered off his fingertips, transferring his energy to spread out through her front, earning a shallow gasp from Shadow Scythe as elation overtook her senses. She felt the burning need to mate subside with every stroke. The pale unicorn shuddered when his other hand joined the rejuvenating patting, trending closer towards her pelvis.

Shadow Scythe released airy sighs as her burdening lust washed away, a fuzzy warmth in its place. Her legs trembled together over Zeloph’s right hand as he worked his magic, humming a soothing melody. And after a couple more sensual traces, he had wholly absorbed her wanton lust before removing his hands from her navel, leaving the reaper finally free from the unwanted desire.

“A-ahhh! W-wha.… I feel so…light! How did?!”

“You're welcome,” was Zeloph’s only response as he folded his arms around her waist loosely, turning his head away to give into slumber. The faint light vanished with only the fire outside the cocoon of plumage providing any vision.

Not soon after, Shadow Scythe closed her icy blue eyes to allow sleep to claim her, content that the moment had passed. She'd once more forsaken biological needs that would have driven some mares to madness.

Yet the reaper knew she wasn’t fully stated, those lingering needs becoming vivid wet dreams that reminded her she would always be influenced by mortal weaknesses unless she surpassed them completely.

They had a long journey still ahead of them. And it wouldn’t be long until they came across Beatrix and her friends.

Yet who would reach the elusive library and protected the mythic Child of Lightendark remained to be seen.

End of Act I