The Bewitching Hour

Left to wander around the manor freely, Ebony Ivory took in the unfamiliar surroundings, her eyes alight at the sights before her. Suits of shining armor were on display, alongside nude statues and busts of both sexes. Everything was kept in pristine condition. A chandelier that illuminated the interior, a fireplace crackled, and a pair of staircases wound to the second floor.

Like the huntress had been told, the shadowy interiors were decorated by murals and paintings that depicted Beatrix's various adventures. She stopped to study each one; Ebony left to integrate herself in her temporary new home while Beatrix headed out to hunt down more of her old friends. She chose to stay behind, certain Beatrix wished to spend more time with the mystical Lady Ewe. Sandals softly padded on the floor while she explored further into the foyer.

Rarely did she discover a speck of dust. No doubt the work of the crystal maids she heard attended the place. Even the hearth proved spotless.

She ascended the stairs, headed towards the vast library she had heard about. Her ear flicked at the sound of a giggle down one of the corridors. She turned the corner, quietly moved towards the source, overcome by her curiosity.

“Alright, ye vixens,” a scarred ram instructed, arms folded over his bold chest. Ebony felt heat flush her face upon spotting the low-hanging member and hefty sack between his wool-covered thighs. “Show me what ya got!”

Ahead of him stood the twins, Wet Nurse and Foal-Bearer, who smiled and tittered. Only this time, the pair abandoned their usual uniforms for fetish-style costumes. One sister dressed as a white-attired nurse, shapeliness and coral pink cleavage on display. The other wore a scanty black school uniform, completed by pleated skirt.

“We love to play dress-up,” both said. “Are we to your liking, Sir Dion?”

“Aye! Not bad at all,” Dion's grin bared his teeth. “Time fur yer mornin’ inspection, lasses.”

The zebra watched in fascination when he approached the twins, brow furrowed in concentration while his eyes panned up and down their physiques in appreciation. He rested his palms on their warm, bare thighs as if in the middle of an important decision. “Hmm,” he mused. “Somethin’ tells me one of ye saucy minxes have been very naughty~!”

“Well, don't keep us on edge,” the school mare cooed with a bat of her lashes. “Choose and find out~!”

“Either way, you're guaranteed to get a nice reward,” teased the nurse, coyly smirking as she waved her wide hips.

Dion hissed through his teeth and asked, “Perhaps...you?” His hand lifted the schoolgirl's pleated skirt. “Aha!” He crowed when the mare's bare muff was exposed to the cool air, the cleft of her tight slit and her crystalline ass revealed.

“Oh no,” playfully cried the schoolgirl who pouted. “Guess I'll have to be punished!”

“Ye say that like it’s a good thing,” he huffed with a shake of his head, plopped himself on a stool in the hall, and yanked her to him by the waist, the twin's bare rump prostrated over his lap. A sharp crack sounded when he landed the first swat, met by a lewd yelp when her bare butt wobbled.

“Ooh?” The nurse cooed, catching the zebra from the corner of her eye. “No need to be shy; come on out~!”

Ebony licked her lips and stepped from her hiding spot in the shadows. “I didn’t mean to spy on you. I was...too curious not to watch. Please, continue.” The ram offered a smile before he laid more spanks on Foal-Bearer's blushing ass, causing the mare to squeak and kick her feet.

“It’s a little game we like to play in the morning. My name is Wet Nurse! A pleasure to meet you, Miss Ebony.” She offered her hand and shook it. “If Sir Dion finds out which one of us went commando, he gets to tan our sexy little hides!”

“That is…one way to keep a relationship novel,” Ebony admitted, unable to tear her gaze from Foal-Bearer’s jiggling, hand print marked flanks.

Wet Nurse playfully leered. “You’re free to join us if you’d like~” She took the zebra's hands and placed them between her thighs. She slowly guided them up, the skirt of her nurse lifting to reveal a frilly park of black panties with a scarlet bow on them. A moist spot lined the crotch.

“Had Dion chosen me instead, he would have added this cute little garment to his growing collection! See for yourself~.” When she tugged off her scanty underwear, a thin trail of her love nectar connected her bare twat to the silk piece.

Ebony accepted the piece and her nostrils reflexively flared to inhale the sweet feminine pheromones. Sudden inspiration struck her. She sultrily teased, “Unfortunately, it appears I've also caught you without any underwear.” She, too, settled onto a stool across from the ram, draped Wet Nurse over her lap, and landed her own staccato spanks on her bare bum.

Their cutie marks glowed in resonance, echoes of clapped asses left to echo down the hall. “Usually...oomph~! No one heads down this hall!” Foal-Bearer shouted the words, she and her twin's faces bright red, barely able to contain themselves while pussies leaked down the laps of those who disciplined them. Their reddened buttocks were spread, kneaded, and pinched.

“A welcome surprise,” purred Ebony, tenderly squeezing the sweet cheeks in her palms. She lifted the maid's rump momentarily, planted a series of kisses all over the tenderized flesh, and Wet Nurse thrust up her appreciative ass.

“Ahh. A fellow warrior, Ah see,” noted Dion, checking out the zebra’s muscular yet supple striped physique.

“A huntress, yes. Ebony Ivory, foremost hunter of my tribe...after my love betrayed it.” Her face momentarily darkened at the memories. “Beatrix has told me much about you, Sir Dion. I understand you're helping to train Midnight?”

“Aye, th’ lad shows promise, but what he’ll accomplish remains tae be seen. Maybe ye can help him after we've finished up?” He paused to blow on a palm, raw after he landed a particularly fierce smack smack that left an angry red handprint on the maid's wobbly ass cheek.

“Oh, I'd be happy to help~!” She sensually massaged Wet Nurse's well-beaten posterior. “So, I assume you don't work these poor sisters up then leave them hanging, do you?” She rubbed the mare's slit as honey decorated her fingers.

“Of course not!” Wet Nurse exclaimed, who drew the zebra's digits to her and sucked on them to the knuckle, tasted her own sweet cunt nectar.

“Usually, he'd have to take turns with us,” said Foal-Bearer, looking towards her wooly warrior. “But if you’d like to help out….”

The warrior chuckled. “Ah wouldn’t complain. How ‘bout we take this tae th’ bedroom?” The pair rolled over the siblings with a nod, lifting them into their arms and carried them bridal-style into the guest room. The twins practically had their clothes torn from them, succulent bodies exposed to the drafty air, and both laughed giddily once they were tossed onto the bed.

“We weren’t born to be fighters,” admitted Foal-Bearer, their breasts bouncy when they bumped atop the bed. “But Sir Dion was gracious enough to show us a few moves!” She licked her lips as her hand traveled to grope and pump his erecting red shaft.

Dion groaned softly as her twin pressed her cheek to his taut posterior, kissing it lovingly.

“I assume Beatrix told you the score?” Wet Nurse asked, eying the zebra huntress. “We need to heal the manor's wound in the basement. Bellatrix requires a surplus of sexual energies. So you can help with that, since everyone under this roof needs to be utterly fucked senseless~.”

“Ah was worried A’d be worn out befur th’ big event,” Dion laughed. “These two are quite th’ insatiable pair. But they help me keep in shape~.”

“Time for our daily exercise,” quipped Wet Nurse, bringing her heavy tits up to envelope his throbbing dick. “And our protein shake~” She squeezed her bust comfortably around Dion's shaft, using her chest to stroke him off while Foal-Bearer pressed her own generous assets against her sister's to sandwich his masculinity.

“Ye better not be implyin’ A’m a quick shot!” Dion growled playfully, easing into the twin’s bountiful breasts while his cock poked out between their melons. Both crystal mares licked, suckled, and kissed the tip, eager to sample his man milk.

While they were busy servicing the ram, Ebony sidled up behind the sisters and snaked her digits up their inner thighs, sinking them into the moist canals with a wet squelch. Their pussies closed around the intruders, milked at them while she curled up her fingers. Their hips swayed when she toyed with their g-spots, urging both to titty fuck him faster as their perky nipples kissed.

“A-ahh shite!” Muttered Dion, petting both their heads before finding Ebony cramming her lips against his, making him shudder. His cock throbbed close against their hearts, a sign he was close to cumming. And with a muffled moan barked out from Dion, each sister drew back, tongues stuck out to accept his payload. They moaned as their lover blasted them in thick ropes, layered faces and breasts in syrupy seed.

The thickness and volume of his discharge increased due to the steady supply of potions Beatrix supplied them to spice up their sex lives. Glaze dribbled down his marked lovers.

Dion released heated pants while the maids made out and licked each other clean. Ebony grinned before lowering herself down to press her snout into his enlarged orbs, inhaling his musky scent. “Mmmm, yes~! That raunchy smell. It has been a while since I slept with a worthy stallion,” she admitted and teased, licking a strip off the under his hot rod to get it back to full mass. Finding the taste all the more appetizing, Ebony took a fair amount into her mouth as she slowly bobbed and slurped along his shaft.

“This is just the lead-up,” said Foal-Bearer between playful licks. “I hear that our favorite imp will be planning the orgy!”

“Hard to imagine anyone else, honestly,” Wet Nurse murred between lewd smacks, runny cum swished in her mouth. “I take it Beatrix told you?”

Ebony popped Dion’s cock out of her mouth, spit webbing from her lips while it pulsated against her face. “Yes, Beatrix has told me a bit about this… ‘Moxxi,’” Ebony confirmed, cupping her partner’s heated testicles in a palm, earning another bestial moan from Dion.

“But no, what I meant is we have a ritual in our tribe when it comes to celebrating life. For a night, males and females freely indulge out in the open. Our concept of shame differs from most of the 'civilized' world. We attempt to reject the idea of jealousy and bring the whole tribe closer.”

“Aye, we share a similar custom,” Dion agreed, trending his fingers through the zebra mare’s mohawk. “While most prefer findin’ th’ one their soul belongs tae, most folks from mah clan enjoy nights ov partyin’, booze, an’ rollin’ around in th’ hay.”

“Mmm,” Ebony hummed thoughtfully as she pulled away from his genitals to crawl on top, her palm pressing the sturdy ram onto his back. “I believe there is much we could share with each other’s culture…if you’ll indulge me~?”

“Ov course! Ah love me a mare unafraid tae stake her claims,” Dion muttered, hands feeling up her waist and abs while Ebony straddled his lap.

“Kind of like Bellatrix,” said Wet Nurse, who patted the zebra's striped ass.

“Yes, I have heard the succubus can be quite fierce. But I’ve learned to temper my fury. Still…” Ebony paused to push his cock into her warm, wet confines. A ragged moan escaped her. “...there are times I allow myself to let the beast out, so to speak.” A low, bestial growl came from the huntress who started to buck atop him.

“A-aaagh! Mmmn f-fuck! Now we’re talkin’,” Dion grunted, his hands seizing Ebony’s bouncing breasts before he latched on, tugging on her gold nipple rings. This earned another heightened moan from the zebra, slamming her flank down, feeling those oversized balls tapping her ass.

While the warriors went at it like hungry animals, the twins dug around a drawer, finding various sex toys stored all over the house in case of emergencies. They selected the largest double-headed dildo they could find, black and shaped into a pair of massive horsecocks on each end. They noted it felt too real, no doubt a magical construct constructed by the imp.

“So warm,” said Wet Nurse, who felt the flare squish in her hand. She pressed her face to the tip, squeezed the flared head a few times until precum beaded on it, and oozed onto her fingers. “So life-like...ah~!” She cried out as a small blast shot her eye. She squeezed it shut and tittered, wiped it and a tear from her face. “Oh my goodness, I'm pretty sure it can cum, too!”

Foal-Bearer helped lick the spunk off her sister's eyelid. “Get it inside us already,” urged the mare who grabbed her sister's wrist and dragged her to the bed. They spread their thighs wide apart, took the ends of the construct into their pussies in a messy, loud squish, filled incredibly deep. Their cutie marks shimmered and hummed, their bliss shared. “Wow,” she murmured sleepily with hazy eyes as their openings drooled down their assholes. “This will take a moment to adjust to.”

Gradually the twins started to move, took the tool almost painfully deep, felt it pierce past their cervices when they drove themselves forward, and shifted their wet asses to finally meet cunt-to-cunt. Their fingers interlinked, and their inflamed, slick lower lips kissed, slathered in a thick trail of girl slime. Their buttocks clapped each time their hips shifted amidst needy coos.

Ebony squealed when she found herself bent over the bed, her juicy flank raised high as her fellow warrior pummeled her puss like a man possessed. While he wasn’t as big as the usual stallions she’d been with, Dion held great sexual prowess when it came to bedding mares.

“Mnaagh, oh fuck~! I-Is this truly the best you can do?” She taunted out loud with an airy laugh, clearly trying to goad him on. “My former mate railed me far better after a successful hunt. C’mon, fuck me like you mean it~!”

The zebra got both her wobbling ass cheeks slapped in retaliation, crying out when she felt Dion shove his way into her slippery womb.

“Heh! Hard tae talk shite when ye’re mewlin’ like a bitch in heat! But don’t worry, lassie. When A’m through with ye, ye’ll won’t be recallin’ yer ex’s name~!”

“O-ooooohh! You are a bold one~!” Ebony giggled, loving Dion’s enthusiasm…as well as that thick cock battering her love tunnel. The two continued to chant and challenge each other, until the big horned sheep slammed their hips together and poured another bucket’s worth of cum into the horny huntress.

Ebony mewled loudly, feeling his fat breeding sack swelling against her mound as splooge leaked out of her overstuffed honey pot. Then, wrapping his big arms around the zebra mare, Dion pulled them onto their sides, tenderly kissing her neck while stroking her full belly.

“Ooohhm~!” Ebony sighed in sensuous pleasure. “Such a strong, caring lover you are! Those twins are lucky to have you, Sir Dion~.”

“Ahhh, Ah try,” he snickered, his pale cheeks flustered while his crimson gaze fell towards Wet Nurse and Foal-Bearer. “Still.... It's a sad life tae know they're both stuck here.”

“Agreed,” Ebony whispered, petting his face. “But I’m confident you’ll find a way to set them free.” The burly ram found reassurance before the two locked lips one more, sharing a tender kiss.

“Y-you needn't pity us,” Foal-Bearer said as she and her twin pressed ass-to-ass and whined lewdly as they drooled. “Oh yes, right there!”

“But we'd welcome any help,” noted Wet Nurse, loud claps answered each time their sweaty, sticky asses met by pounding the double-dildo against their slippery wombs. They mewled and clawed at the sheets, riddled with a fresh orgasm.

Dion and Ebony pulled away with a nod to help the twins; a pop sounded when his cock slipped free of her spunky twat. Both headed to the sisters, who were butt-to-butt, and they spread Foal-Bearer's and Wet Nurse’s ass cheeks open.

Their tongues sank into the warm, pink rings, kissed and pulled on them, licked them out, anything that would help get them off. The maids whined in appreciation at the ravenous rimjob, unable to restrain another deluge of an orgasm that pooled below them to ruin the bedsheets.

As if on cue, the magic dildo vibrated, trapped in the snatches that milked around it. The horsecocks flared wider into their wombs, lodged in place to simulate a proper stud that rutted its submissive breeders, and marked their feminine cores with thick blast-after-blast. An impossible volume filled their uteri until their bellies ballooned up, and they howled in elation.

Their hanging titties swayed and knocked, Foal-Bearer's perky nipples dotted in milk that Dion squeezed out, his firm palms wrapped around them. He nursed out the warm liquids, watched them shoot out each time he applied pressure.

“I miss having milky tits,” whined Wet Nurse, thankful she could at least share her sister's sensations.

“Well, maybe we could track down Shadow Scythe an’ force her tae switch yer heads back,” joked Dion, continuing to crush the melons under his firm hold. “Gods, Ah could fondle these babies fur hours…”

“Nah,” both said as they started to come down from their high. “We're closer than ever now!”

The spent dildo eventually dislodged itself from their wombs and shrank back down. The foursome collapsed onto the soaked sheets, huddled close and satisfied for the moment. Finally, all three of them cuddled around the warrior ram, scarred muscles sweat beaded.

The twins cooed and traced his scars, asking him to recount where each had come from. Ebony also listened intently with her ears perked, her curiosity piqued. Then, with a broad grin, his thoughts returned to days of old...

*****

Gathered in the basement were several friends who Beatrix left behind, while she and Lady Ewe went to seek out more companions scattered throughout parallel universes. In the meantime, Bellatrix Primadonna studied the pulsating wound in the wall, which continued to leak tendrils of energy. “As you can see, the damage left by Shadow Scythe struggles to regenerate. I presume that's because she stole a portion of the mansion's power when she escaped, giving her limited access to dimensional travel as well.”

Cerise, Midnight and Moonlight were around her in the darkened den, all eying the wound with curiosity. Hovering just a few feet from them was the last friend Beatrix dropped off.

The spunky short-stacked creature known as Moxxi, vibrantly colored in wardrobe while monotone in body, save for the hot pink highlighting the imp's breasts and tummy.

“Can't you just use your healing touch on the wound?” Midnight asked, to which Bellatrix shook her head before swapping out her devilish form for an angelic one. Radiant curves were now swathed in a white lingerie piece, transparent save for rose designs that shrouded her naughty bits. Her palm glowed when she touched the wall, filling it with white energy that made her groan, feeling her own life force sapped to mend it.

“The wound's too deep,” she lamented as her skin started to lose its luster, sweat beaded on her skin. “I would need much greater reserves.”

“And by reserves,” Moxxi added in, sporting an eager grin mirrored by her own tail with a face on the spade as it waved about happily. “Ya mean we aw throw our legs over each ovver and party loike we’re sev'nteen~!”

“Yes. Those crashing here have already started. But unfortunately, the wound is deteriorating much faster than it is healing. Of course, you don't have to help, but since I'm sure Cerise, Midnight, and their herd mate would surely like to celebrate their marriage anyhow...” Bellatrix turned and smiled slyly at them. “The manor can shift to whatever setting is preferred. Furthermore, I can supply all the sex toys, aphrodisiacs, or whatever else you like to get you in the mood. Simply ask and I'll provide.”

“Whoa! Sounds awesome,” Moonlight said with a grin that showed off her fangs and fist-pumped. “Like our own private love hotel!”

“Precisely. I'm glad you approve.” Bellatrix nodded, pale arms crossed.

“So,” asked Midnight. “When do we start?”

“Whenever you're ready. Take this at your own pace. Do as much as you please. There’s no need to treat this like a chore. And if you need any help...” Bellatrix caressed each of their cheeks with the downy tips of her feathery wings.

“Ooh~! We might just take you up on that,” cheerily answered Cerise, eyes lighting up when she tentatively reached a palm forward, let it rest on one of the angel's heavy breasts, caressed the pale flesh, and felt a nipple stiffen under her touch. She shifted the lingerie so a vibrant pastel pink nub poked out, pinched and tweaked it.

“Ah. That feels pleasant,” confessed Bellatrix, who licked her chops in anticipation.

Cerise smirked and withdrew her touch with a wink. “Just a taste of what's to come, I promise! Let's head upstairs, you two!” She wrapped an arm around the waists of her husband and their shared lover, traced palms over their bottoms.

“Look at ‘em,” Moxxi mused, clasping her hands close to her face. “'aven’t been cash and carried long and can 'ardly keep off the pull. Brings a tear ter me eye,” she sniffled playfully, wiping away said imaginary teardrop.

“Given the nature of Midnight’s condition, I can’t imagine it's easy living life without sexual contact,” Bellatrix chuckled.

“'oo wouldn’t wanna go trouser divin' for that girthy stallion cock~?” The little devil teased. “Speakin' of, there’s been a lot of dick on yer brain, huh? First the ram, na Middy? You're normally quite reserved!”

“Well, perhaps a certain crazed sex fiend has rubbed off on me,” Bellatrix quipped back with a knowing smile.

“Oh, trust me, doll. I do a hoppin' pot more than just rub people off~!”

“You'll have your moment,” the shapeshifter assured, resuming her succubus guise in a flash and interlocked her tail with the imp's to form a heart shape. Then, bending over, she scratched Moxxi under her chin. “And, maybe if I’m nice, I'll let you have the reins to the manor again...”

Moxxi's little wings flapped. “Ooh, pretty please? Ya kna I’m a sucker for mischief!” She rubbed her tiny claws together, well aware that the mansion preferred demonic hosts. Only one individual could unite with the abomination at a time, which would die without someone to support it.

And while Shadow Scythe had momentarily synchronized with the creature, close enough to a devil since she had consumed the souls of many powerful demons, so far, no one else they knew appeared suitable to link with the manor.

Perhaps due to her link with darkness, Cerise potentially could, but Bellatrix dared not put her at risk. The poor girl had suffered enough, so far as she was concerned. Once she had thought her weak and pathetic...now she called her a friend.

“Not the silly wench I believed you were princess,” admitted Bellatrix to herself, watching Cerise and her companions ascend the stairs, treated to the sight of their well-sculpted butts swaying while the threesome took their playful steps upwards.

Much as she wanted to follow them to their room and join them, she refused to invade anyone's privacy unless it was necessary. And so, she returned to the matter at hand. Dion and Ebony were already hard at work with the twins, who rarely seemed to sleep. Energies released from their sated lusts bombarded the mansion.

Her attention drew back to the imp, who was giddily swaying back and forth.

“Easy, little one,” Bellatrix insisted. “It won’t be long until my sister returns.”

“I know. Just bored is aw,” Moxxi yawned, stretching her arms. “'ow’s abaht a lil' more trainin' that’ll 'elp me become a true demon? I mean, ya taught us ways to deal wif that edgy reaper, but why not go aw aahhht?!”

Bellatrix crossed her arms, pondering the imp’s request. “That is true. Your brother was ‘nice’ enough to bless me with a gift.” She caressed her horns, which curled when she let more of her subdued demonic power free, a black mane starting to whiten as a result. “Problem is, if I ever truly let myself loose, there's a risk I won't ever come back. I'd be reduced to a wild animal driven by pure instinct, no better than I was before Sombra discovered me in the Necronomicon ”

The tyrannical stallion had liberated her for his own use. Her 'sister' Beatrix had rescued her from him and shown her another way.

Despite what Zeloph claimed, she did not see herself as a some tamed beast or piece of fiction. No, she had chosen this path for herself!

“Think fast,” Bellatrix hissed, suddenly lunging at Moxxi, nails extended to claws swiped at the air.

“Whoa!” Squeaked Moxxi, hovering backward. The nails missed her skin, but the gust of wind the she-devil released vacuumed the black tape crossing out her nipples, leaving her breasts bare. “Ooh, kinky~! Na, this is me kind of trainin'!”

“Good, because we've merely begun!” The she-devil chased and slashed at the imp, unable to properly hit her while she danced around precise strikes. Likewise, Moxxi goaded her friend to stop holding back, taunting her with smacks and spanks to her abused rear by way of her tail.

“Gonna need ter be more slick if ya want these pussy lips,” Moxxi giggled, swiftly dodging each attack while landing a couple of jabs onto Bellatrix. The demoness felt her body become heavy with lust, her red skin blushing brightly, the urge to grope and finger herself becoming almost unbearable. As each attempt to land a hit grew more sluggish, Moxxi used her own talons to slice through Bellatrix’s sexy garments.

Finally, the shapeshifter fell to her knees, one hand kneading her bare tit while the other dug into her gushing womanhood.

“A-Aaauugh~! I-I thought I was the one teaching you,” Bellatrix groaned, eying the imp suspiciously.

Moxxi gave a shrug, flashing a cocky grin before replying, “Maybe the student 'as surpassed the master~?”

The little devil let out a yelp once her mentor seized her by the tail, hanging her upside down with a hand to her hip.

“I think not. You got a few hits in, but it’ll take more than your ‘lewd’ touch to sublimate me,” Bellatrix reminded. “Still, not bad!”

Moxxi grinned, suspended face-to-face with her teacher. “Do I get a reward for aw me 'ard work?”

“Depends on your definition,” mused Bellatrix, landing a hard smack on the imp's rump. Then she flicked her nose and released her grip, leaving Moxxi to rub at her sore bum.

“Yeoch! Anyone ever tell ya that you’re quite the Rodney teacher?” She hissed.

“I have to be,” Bellatrix concluded, her claws extending from her fingertips. “I’m a true demon. And you would be too if you took this seriously...” Again, she relaunched her vicious attack, forcing Moxxi to pirouette to evade her blows while the pair worked themselves up into a frenzy.

Despite being a major nuisance half the time, Bellatrix had developed a fondness for the mischievous imp. Still, she couldn’t help but sense there was more to Moxxi than playful innuendos and lewd jokes. She often wondered what made her friend so devil-may-care.