The Bewitching Hour

Time always moved differently in each dimension Beatrix visited. The violet unicorn knew she could return to the mansion at any given notice. Thus she was free to indulge herself in festivities of Ebony Ivory’s culture. She and her teacher-turned lover, Lady Ewe, had followed the huntress back to her homeland, where a ritual of life was commencing. It had carried on into the next day, where the tribe of zebras, once refreshed, were eager to resume after they had slept through part of the night.

Stallions and mares rose under the touch of sunlight. Many of them stretched under the gentle breeze. Among them was their chief, Noble Savage, who lifted his head high, his striped muscled bulk settled on a massive throne.

“Time to wake up,” his voice boomed when he split the air with a heavy clap.

A yawn emerged from Beatrix, stretching her limbs wide once she sat up, completely naked as the rest of them. She hadn’t had a chance to fool around with anyone yet, far more interested in Oona’s tales from her past. A rarity since the azure sheep proved quite selective about any details referring to her youth.

“Guess I should share a few secrets of my own, huh?” Suggested Beatrix, once she and her friends gathered outside their huts. “I mean, you probably know most of my past. I traveled on the road with my mother for most of my foalhood. Entertained ponies as we drifted from one settlement to another. And once we finally met up with my father, I fought in Shining’s Force.”

The witch struggled to make her story sound interesting, on a level to match her beloved’s story of kindly driders and mysterious stags.

“If you want, I could go first,” Ebony offered, patting the witch’s head. “I don’t mind.”

“Nah. Just give me a moment.” Beatrix rolled her eyes to one side, lost in thought. The truth was, most of her more exciting adventures already adorned the paintings and murals around the manor. Not to mention she had shared some of them firsthand with Lady Ewe. So instead, her mind turned to the Necronomicon, which she had explored in her home dimension.

Within its endless pages were housed an infinite number of labyrinthine worlds...and terrible monsters, either drawn into the dark tome, or cursed to end up trapped there upon their death. It was where her beloved sister, Bellatrix Primadonna, had come from. She usually had entered its bizarre domain with her half-sister, Flurry Heart, and a small team in tow.

Yet there was one time she did the unthinkable. Where she had dared herself to breach the book by her lonesome. Her face twitched.

“Ye appear distressed,” Oona noticed, stroking her lover’s mane and cheek. “If it’s a painful memory, ye don’t have tae share-”

“No, I want to tell you! I-I know we shouldn’t keep secrets. It’s just…” Beatrix sighed with heavy shoulders. “...I was so used to being a loner. Not antisocial like Shadow Scythe, but since I was the first ‘anthropomorphic’ pony in my world, well, ponies looked at me like I was a bit odd. Can’t really blame them.”

“Ohh,” Oona nodded before clasping her hand sympathetically. “Yes, prejudice is an unfortunate common vice. It must have been hard fur people tae judge ye based on yer looks... the same for you too, A’m guessing?” The dream faun motioned towards Ebony, who only offered a nod.

“Well, not to that extent, but yeah. A lot of staring from strangers. I mean, my mom, Trixie Lulamoon, was the first ‘human’ in Equestria, and most ponies saw her as exotic. Think I was pretty much seen the same way? I dunno... Contact with the Necronomicon altered my mom, transformed her, and since I was already carried in her womb, well, what you see is the result.”

Beatrix waved her hand over her voluptuous form, her breasts almost as mountainous as Oona’s, if not for the help of some altering magic. Equally as supple was her rump, her cutie mark of a swirling galaxy imprinting her round flanks. There was no doubt her attractiveness was passed down from her mother.

“Not only that, but since she had the hots for Twilight Sparkle during her transformation, so I have a few of her traits as well!”

“Ahh! That explains the skin color,” noted Ebony, who nodded at her violet coat. “And why I sensed powerful magic in you when we first met. I believe you inherited a small fraction of Twilight’s natural talents, as well.”

“Would make sense,” Beatrix nodded, having surmised the same herself. “When I started my travels to other realms, it was an attempt to understand myself. So why did I have the ability to punch holes in reality?” She took Ewe’s hand, rested her palm on a shapely thigh, guided her to caress the supple skin.

“It was yer encounter with th’ Eldritch where ye figured out yer 'purpose,’” noted Oona, her touch soaking in the radiant warmth from her love. “But you also learned that simply because ye’re meant tae harbor th’ Demiurge an’ become th’ ‘dark messiah’ doesn’t mean ye have tae let yer destiny define you, Ceann Oga. My brother Dion an’ Ah endured similar trials in our past. As did Zeloph, even though he took it tae extreme lengths...”

“Yeah, don’t remind me,” Beatrix shuddered but nonetheless smiled. “Thanks. I’ve always wanted to be around people who accept me.”

Both Oona and Ebony nodded with their own matching grins. Suddenly, a group of eager zebra’s surrounded the trio, breasts and cocks of various sizes proudly on display. Oona felt feverish and instinctively held her arms over her chest. “O-oh! H-Hello..!” She greets with a bashful grin. “I-Is there something you need?”

“We were wondering if you lovely ladies would like to participate in the ritual of life with us,” one stud proposed with a confident smile. He pointed out the other tribesmen and women who were already dipping their genitals into each other, moaning loudly for all to hear while onlookers either joined in or cheered.

“O-ooh, sweet lucid dreams, there’s so many of ye..!” The sheep stammered, making her lover giggle mischievously.

“Nothing we can’t handle~” Ebony assured, nudging her with a wink.

“Mmm… Tell you what,” Beatrix said after a moment to consider. “I’ve got a story I haven’t shared with anyone before. Care to listen? Because I wanna get this out before my mouth gets full~.”

“Of course!” One mare of the group nodded, a naughty grin on her snout. “We don’t mind withholding our appetites for a moment.”

Everyone gathered inside a larger hut. Beatrix, Oona, and Ebony sat down while their new male entourage were seated close behind, a few of them sensually rubbing their shoulders and arms. The witch felt her face burn scarlet, admittedly being a tad distracted by all the gorgeous, erect studs in the room and their musk. But with a deep sigh, she found her words and began spinning a story she had previously left untold.

*****

Curiosity often overcame reason when Beatrix was involved. As an adventurer, she always sought out novel experiences. Yet despite her lack of wisdom at the time, the witch still had the sense to know that were she to travel into the Necronomicon alone, there was a likely chance she would never return. Still, she wanted to face her fears, to prove she could match her parents!

In those days, she was also symbiotically connected to the Smooze, an entity like her that people tended to avoid. One she had distilled with her own values once she befriended him. She felt the creature stir inside her, bathing her with its warmth across her stomach.

“Technically, I’m not alone,” she mumbled to herself, a hand resting on her belly.

(You can still turn back,) the Smooze reminded in her head. (I am sure Flurry Heart would be happy to attend us.)

“Nope! I promised myself I’d do this without help, and that’s what I intend to do!” She firmly planted hands on her hips. They arrived from a portal, into the dark tome’s many-layered interior, and found themselves in an empty white void.

Each time she ventured in, she found herself in another layer. But on her lonesome, she dared not explore too deep.

Closing the portal behind her with a trace of her index finger, Beatrix inhaled deeply and steeled herself to face whatever lay ahead. Her heeled boots clicked on what appeared to be air, the wild pulse of her heart palpable in her bosom.

Eventually, after several minutes of aimless travel ahead, the skies started to darken. Grayish-black clouds crawled into view. The color drained from the white void until she, too, was cast in monochrome. Her ears flattened in anticipation for the inevitable monsters, demons, or whatever else that lurked here headed her way, second-guessing whether she could handle them.

“You got this, Bea!” She exclaimed theatricality like her famous mother, attempting to hype herself and thus steady her nerves. “You helped take down the Cult of the Nemesis!”

A spiked black fence swam into view and creaked in the distance, under a low wind that continually howled. The barrier enclosed a massive graveyard, the weathered tombstones shifted to one side in the moist earth, or in some cases, had fallen over entirely. Tentatively she approached the gate, winced when she pushed it open, and made her way across the soggy grass.

She shuddered once bloated, clammy earthworms crawled over her boots. Thunder cracked amidst a flash of lightning that made her jump and squeak. “Spooky,” she muttered and shook her head, determined not to let anything psych her out. “Hello~? Anyone there? Kinda rude to be robbing other people’s graves!” She approached an open grave. The ground was torn up to reveal an open, empty coffin.

Spitefully she gritted her teeth and kicked some dirt back into the hole. Then, as if to punish her, a cloud broke overhead and a drizzle slapped over her, the witch left to shiver under its cold touch while she drew her starry cape around her and breathed in the wormy stench of the grave.

She told herself she wasn’t a foal anymore. That she couldn’t let boogeyman and shadows rule her heart and mind.

Her eyes trailed over moss-ridden slabs, where a cockroach skittered across the cracked stone. A reminder of all those she lost in the war against the Cult of the Nemesis, her father Shining Armor included, when he made his final stand.

“You shouldn’t be here,” a voice whispered behind her. She spun to face them in alarm, nearly tripping. What the witch saw appeared to be death itself...the skeleton of what she presumed was once a stallion, its sockets filled by an eerie glow, its black hood and cloak in tatters that swirled around the creature who hovered, a rust-colored scythe clasped in its bony hand.

Beatrix took a step backward, slipped in a mud puddle that sloshed, and fell onto her backside with an “Oof! Who...who are you...?”

(And why was I unable to sense you,) pondered the Smooze, aware that whoever this creature was, they wielded formidable power.

“I was alive once,” the stranger answered. “Part of a guild of travelers, much like yourself. But we trend through the valley of death, collecting and guiding souls to their final destination…until our sister slaughtered and betrayed us.”

“S-sister?”

“You’ll understand, in time. Upon my demise, I was reborn here, in the Necronomicon. I have become a revenant, tethered to this plan to seek out the one whole stole our life… and take our revenge.” A skeletal hand pointed at headstones.

He floated closer, reached out his bony fingers, and touched her cheek. “Y-you’re so cold...” Turning her head aside, she read the cracked headstone aloud. “Mortis Saltare...? As in the Danse Macabre?” She couldn’t help but squirm.

“Possible names, perhaps? Hmm… it doesn’t matter. I will have your soul as well...” His digits traced down to rest over her heart before he withdrew his cold touch. “... but not yet. It could cause a paradox that might undo our fates. So instead, I entrust you to deal with the traitor.”

“I-I don’t understand,” she muttered, thankful that at least this deathly figure had withdrawn. He likely wanted to claim her soul in hopes of obtaining her ability to breach realms, rather than any personal enmity toward the witch. Yet quickly as he came, this ‘Mortis Saltare’ as she dubbed him vanished, and she assumed this void had reshaped itself to match his will.

She huffed and tried to collect her thoughts, a chill in her bones, like she had faced death itself.

(That was a close call,) noted the Smooze. (Had he wanted to, he could have efficiently executed us!)

“Yeah,” Beatrix agreed, sighing with relief, thankful to be alive. Raindrops patted her hat's wide brim. “We should consider ourselves lucky that he didn’t have a personal vendetta against us. That’s a nice change for once!”

It wasn’t until many years later when she could make sense of what Mortis spoke about. The ‘traitor’ he referred to turned out to be Shadow Scythe, who she would help defeat when she arrived in the reaper’s world, besieged by Grogar and his army of Elemental Titans. Shadow Scythe, the goat's apparent, had also unleashed the demon legions of Tartarus in a bid to conquer it.

Whatever conscience the revenant carried had been taken upon his death at Shadow Scythe’s hands. He was now reduced to little more than a force of nature, determined to take revenge no matter how many were annihilated on the way.

(We should get out of here before any more supernatural forces awaken,) the Smooze suggested inside her head.

“Y-yeah...” Beatrix sniffled and wobbled to her feet. The pitter-patter of rain rolled off her. After she regained her faculties, the witch headed back home and put this adventure behind her, one she had never shared with anyone until the present.

That night she would run to her mother’s caravan and cry in Trixie's warm, motherly embrace. Rarely had she ever felt so helpless. To cheer herself up, she would later invite Flurry Heart over, where they would do some experiments in alchemy to help her escape what she had seen.

Yet every time she closed her eyes, she feared that Mortis would be there, scythe in hand, ready to stake his claim on her immortal soul.

*****

“... that’s all I know. Dunno what happened to Danse Macabre. O-or Mortis. Whatever his name is...” Confessed Beatrix, who shivered.

“Hmm… it may be possible he still hunts Shadow Scythe to this day,” reasoned Ebony, fingers and thumb stroking her chin in contemplation.

"He could be a lich,” Lady Ewe theorized. “He doesn’t sound ancient enough tae be one, but if we presume he has been trapped in th’ Necronomicon fur centuries…

“Time does move differently there,” considered Beatrix. She thought back to her ‘sister’ Bellatrix Primadonna, once a piece of lurid fiction written into the cursed tome by its author, who after a chance encounter with Sombra had ‘life’ breathed into her. Had she never experienced him or Beatrix, she would have remained another generic succubus, left to mindlessly feed on the other monsters trapped within its tattered pages.

The book’s potential was endless. No doubt the Necronomicon could have warped Danse Macabre into a formidable foe.

“In any case, we’ll keep an eye out for him,” agreed Ebony, reaching over to pet the unicorn’s hand. “I’m thankful you told us about this.”

Beatrix smiled, about to make a witty reply before gasping aloud when a pair of large hands scooped under her arms to seize her heavy breasts. One of the younger zebras, who had been listening, decided to get bold and fondle the unicorn's plump tits, making her quiver and coo in excitement as they were rolled in circles.

“My goodness,” he whispered hotly into her twitchy ear. “You poor girls sure do attract a lot of dark fellows with skeletal faces!”

“T-that is true… mmmn~! Now that you mention it,” moaned the witch, recalling how her lover was haunted by a similar creature of enmity. Was it possible they were related in some way?

“There’s no need to worry about that now. This is a time of jubilation and connection!”

“Yes, join us as we drift into nirvana~” Another zebra stud groaned when he and his sister got grabby with Ebony, who let out an elated giggle and leaned into her sensuous touch.

“Mmmhm~! So young and virile! I can tell you’ll bring much good things to our tribe,” moaned the huntress, taking turns to kiss between them while they groped and massaged her heavy breasts.

A trio of zebra stallions towered over Beatrix, who sunk to her knees and began servicing their dark spears with her mouth and hands. “A-aahhh~! Yes, suck it deep,” one encouraged, firmly gripping her head to help her bob along his rigid shaft, the sloppy sounds she emanated around his cock music to the stud and his friends. She batted her eyes up at him while stroking black dicks aimed at her face, her marehood winking and leaking lubricant at the thought of having all these throbbing rods skewer her.

Oona was in a daze, watching her friends get molested before she felt another pair of hands grope at her bust, causing the shaman to ‘eep!’ in surprise. She shuddered and mewled.

“Miss Ewe, you have such wonderful tits!” The youthful stallion murmured, encircling her heavy mounds, barely able to fully grasp them. The azure sheep grew feverish, her inverted nipples poking out, much to the fascination of these bold suitors who teased the wooly shaman.

Another mare zebra knelt before her to take one nipple into her mouth, swirling her tongue to erect the nub further out while Lady Ewe shuddered and whined. “Mmmm, what I wouldn’t give to have warm breasts like these,” she admitted, rubbing her thumb into the pink nub. “Imagine all the yummy milk you’d produce~!”

“H-Hoooh~! Y-ye don’t really mean that. This is just th’ euphoria talkin’,” Lady Ewe tried to protest, yet she couldn’t help but wriggle about, feeling the zebra stud behind her pressing his hardened genitals into her doughy backside.

“Nonsense! Any mare or stallion would be honored to have you as a mate,” the stud insisted, pushing some of her wool away to kiss down her neck, earning more delighted sounds out of Oona who surrendered to their touch.

“I-I concur,” Beatrix called out, her tits wrapped around a black shaft, which oozed pre all over her cleavage as it pushed in and out, nearly batting her chin. “I’m glad you’re my partner, Oona. I wouldn’t want it any other w-waaaaahh~!”

The group of stallions lifted the quivering witch and laid her along a table. Beatrix hung her head off the edge before her vision was obscured by the obsidian orbs of one of her zebra studs. Opening her mouth wide as possible, he slowly fed every inch of fat dick down her throat as his friends mounted over her stomach and resumed using her lush tits as his personal cock sleeve.

The third zebra slapped his pulsating meat against Beatrix’s drenched pussy, lubing himself up before pushing his flares glands into her velvety folds and slamming himself deeply. All the witchy mare could do was release muffled noises of ecstasy when the trio hammered her hard.

Ebony found herself against a wall, one arm supporting her weight while the young stallion held her leg over his shoulder to drive his cock in and out of her clenching asshole. Meanwhile, his sister was slurping at the hunter’s aching cunt, reaching many spots with her dexterous tongue while Ebony praised both of them.

And Oona was the main attraction among the tribe. Zebra mares and stallions circled around the exotic azure sheep, stroking themselves while watching her take two girthy studs in both her tight holes. The dream faun bellowed with joy as her body bounced on top of one zebra, his mouth attached to her tit like a hungry foal. Behind her, another warrior clapped her jiggling rump while pumping his cock into her ass, his other hand using one of her curled horns like a handlebar.

“A-aaaaah~! Yer both sae big! I-it’s too much~! A-Ah think A’m gonna faint~!!”

But instead of passing out, she hit an early climax, her pussy creaming the dick inside her with femcum, making it slide deeper and reshape her love tunnel which spread wide to conform.

Wet slaps and squelches filled the air as the orgy proceeded throughout the day. Noble Savage himself participated in a few rounds with surrounding mares, who were eager to take an opportunity to potentially bear his spawn.

Partners switched, and fluids were released to drench the participants, the tribe united like one family. Everyone would be rutted over the hours until they were pleasantly sore, then left to collapse in exhaustion, usually in a puddle of mixed secretions from the multitudes.

The females were stretched and hammered, spanked and fondled, freely passed between the sweaty, muscular studs who awaited their turn, Beatrix aware they could walk away at any time, should they wish. She made love with her share of zebra mares, unable to sate her baser appetites no matter how often she relished her hedonistic side. Moans rose from her belly.

Sweat filled the air. The sun started to dip on the sleepy villa. Soon, a number of them drifted off into a peaceful slumber. Beatrix rested between the comforting arms of Lady Ewe and Ebony, their bodies layered in sweat and leftover cum from their many romps throughout that day.

Her troubles forgotten, ahappy smile graced Beatrix's snout when her pleasant dreams drifted towards what new possibilities awaited her.