Prisoners of War : A Beatrix Belladonna Tale

Moments after the destruction of the Necronomicon, those gathered by Layla’s chambers awoke from unconsciousness. Dion rubbed his head while Iclyn and Arcanum Folklore brushed themselves off.

“Ugh… what happened?” The burly ram asked. “Ah remember this swirlin' vortex ov horror, followed by a big flash an' then… blank!”

“I believe we witness the end of that wretched book,” the cyan doe grunted before examining the stairway ahead. “And that gunk barricading the entrance is gone!”

Without losing a moment, the erenn stallion lit his horn with magic to pry the see-through doors and hurried inside. The trio surveyed the damage and breathed a sigh of relief to find Zeloph, Beatrix, and Viscera unconscious.

Arcanum overlooked Zeloph, and the first visible ripples of the Necronomicon’s undoing manifested as darkness evaporated out of his body. The orange strife on the angel’s midnight locks gradually overtook the entirety of his hair, seemingly restoring it to its original color before his imprisonment within the tome. The beckoning Vorpal Blade dematerialized into cubic shapes, vanishing into the angelic alien’s forehead.

When Dion and Iclyn approached Beatrix, she stirred and murmured before she came too. The knightly caprine dropped to lift her into his arm, calling out, “Lass?”

The violet mare’s eyes fluttered open, a dreary smile on her face while she brushed a finger through his black beard. “Mmmm… If I pretend to still be asleep, do I get a kiss~?”

Dion sheepishly chuckled while Iclyn rolled her eyes. “Wonderful. Glad to know her childish nature remains intact.”

“Intact… what do you—wait..!”

Beatrix’s pupils shrank to pinpricks as she rose, startled, watching the essence of her power steadily leave her. “O-Oh gods, I… I can feel it! My magic… My immortality..!!” Silent tears ran down her cheeks as she poked her bust, which proved a tad less bouncy than usual. The pouty unicorn witch whined, “Even my alchemy enhancements are gone!”

The onlookers wore blank expressions as Iclyn dryly pointed out, “… Your tits look exactly the same.”

“Nu-uh! They’re far less perky and way smaller,” insisted Beatrix, fondling her set of double D cups. With a defeated sigh, she muttered, “At least the Demiurge is still connected to me for the moment…”

“You’ll have to let that go eventually,” reminded Arcanum.

“Aye, trust us. It’s fur th' best,” Dion reassured, stroking her platinum blonde locks. “Ye did th' right thing."

Beatrix managed to nod her head while letting her friends help her hobble back to heeled boots. “I hope… Oh! Zeloph! Is he—?”

“Out like a light. And a redhead, apparently! But otherwise, he’s okay.”

Beatrix heaved a sigh of relief before her expression twisted at the sight of Viscera, still sickly and foul looking.

As the group cautiously approached her, Dion drew out his great sword, ready to slay the nephilim while they had a chance. Unfortunately, Arcanum noticed her spines quivering and blurted out, “Hold it! She’s not—!”

The monstress demi-human snapped her eyes open and rose with a violent shriek. Her dusty wingspan batted away the warrior caprine. Iclyn tried to channel a flurry in her hands, only to be blasted with a chemical cloud that burnt into her eyes. “Aaaughh!”

“Iclyn!” shouted Beatrix, her horn flaring with a magical aura.

But when she unleashed her triple storm spell, all that conjured were three balls of the elements that hardly damaged Viscera, who tauntingly said, “Was that supposed to tickle me~?”

“Nah. But this will!” boasted Arcanum, who summoned his signature firearm and took shots at Viscera, who erected bony protrusions to block the bullets, though one magically infused round managed to hit and rip through her skin.

Hissing, she retaliated with corrosive shots from her titan arum tail, one of which reduced his weapon to sludge. “Motherfuck—!”

The warlock’s curses were interrupted by more orichalcum bones she released, unable to evade them all as one pierced his stomach.

And to make sure Dion couldn’t recover, Viscera ejaculated her adhesive slime all over him, the substance rapidly hardening to glue him to the floor. With all her obstacles out of her way, the harpy beldam leered at her unconscious prize and strutted towards him, running a tongue over her beak-shaped mouth.

In a panic, Beatrix stood between the two demi-humans with a protective stance, glaring defiantly at the villainous avian. “Get back!”

Viscera hollered with wicked laughter. “And who’s going to make me? You? Without the Necronomicon and Demiurge boosting your prowess, you only have cheap parlor tricks and second-rate magic!” She ran her tongue along her topaz bony wrist blade. “So stand aside, honey. You don’t have a chance~!”

“That’s where you’re wrong,” retorted Beatrix, with as strong a voice she could muster. She glanced back at Zeloph and proclaimed, “The Necronomicon doesn’t define who I am. And I won’t rely on it anymore! Especially when it comes to taking down the likes of you!”

In a black flash, Erebus manifested around the curvy witch mare, cosmic darkness waving around her form and her rapier in hand. This wiped the callous smile off the nephilim’s face as the two squared off in a duel, steel clashing against the bone with flying sparks.

Beatrix ducked and weaved out of any acidic projectiles and shrapnel Viscera flung at her, countered by orbs of black magic. Despite being at a major power disadvantage, the wayward witch didn’t skip a beat while manipulating her Onoma to suit her needs in combat, much to Viscera’s growing agitation.

“Grrrrrgh! Stubborn equestrian whore! You don’t know when to quit!!”

Beatrix valiantly yelled, “I’ll quit when you monsters stop messing with me and my friends!”

With the vile one distracted, Arcanum muffled his yell while yanking the bone out of his injured stomach, stumbling over to assist the others. He warned up his palm to cauterize the wound with a strained hiss. Iclyn had her hands cupped over her face, fighting off the sting in her eyes while Dion struggled to wrestle his way out.

“Hang on, big guy. I’ll get you out,” the scruffy detective said, channeling his magic through his dagger to slick through the hardened gunk, which proved a lot less resilient than the contamination mold.

Beatrix and Viscera reached an impasse, arms shaking for leverage one could gain over the other. Sweat poured down the unicorn’s brow, her foe slowly pushing her down… until the strange corvid creature assisted by fluttering at her face, trying to peck her eyes out.

“What—Ghaak! Stupid bird, where did you come from—Aaagh!!”

Seizing the opportunity, Beatrix regained momentum, unleashing Erebus’ full might to pin the Vice Lord against the wall. Spotting the cawing raven, she breathily said, “T-Thanks!”

Arcanum pulled with all his might until a sizable fissure cracked the carapace concealing Dion, who burst an arm out and pried the rest off. The two clapped hands as the alabaster ram pulled himself back on. Iclyn also recovered by rubbing some salt in her eyes, her vision blurry.

Realization of her imminent defeat quickly became the rage. Viscera let out a furious screech and conjured her own Onoma, using Erebus to spread her infectious blight toward Beatrix. Once the witch was forced to separate from her magic, the nephilim unfurled her large plumage to free herself and swooped past, knocking aside both the unicorn and alien crow.

She landed near Zeloph, seizing him in her talons, and flapped her wing to propel herself skywards before Arcanum and Dion could intercept, creating a strong gust that pushed them back.

Beatrix cried. “Oh no! Zeloph!!”

“Don’t let her escape!” Yelled Dion.

Both mages launched spells at the avian demoness, who twirled and bested her wings until smashing through the glass dome and sailing away. The collateral damage awoke the Glamorguis, as well as Layla, with a pained gasp. Once she put together what had happened, the motherly succubus resumed making immediate repairs with her energy before the spacecraft was too impaired to take off.

“Damn it all!” cursed Arcanum, who clutched at his wounded belly. “We’ll never catch her now.”

“It’s no use,” said Iclyn, equally irritated. “Had I not been blinded, I could have frozen that butt-ugly turkey solid!”

Reluctantly, Dion resheathed his claymore. “Great! We’re down an'ther member ov our team! Can this day ov shite get any worse?!”

“We can’t leave without Zeloph,” exclaimed Beatrix. “He doesn’t have a suit! If he’s exposed to the planet’s radiation long enough, he’ll—”

“We can’t afford to remain on Sacratera,” Layla’s voice echoed through the Glamorguis. “I don’t like it any more than you do, Beatrix. But we must trust Bellatrix and the others will secure Zeloph while we make port for Midnight’s world.”

Begrudgingly, the group cooperated and left the premises to refocus their efforts elsewhere while the Mother of Demons poured her all into recalibrating the hole in her roof. When Julianne came too, holding her head, she swiftly commanded, “Go help purge the ship of any disease you find. And heal whoever’s hurt on your way!”

“At once, your ladyship,” the rosy-haired nun complied, spreading her wings to fly off into one of the many corridors.

Layla pursed her lips together as she worked, aware that they were sitting ducks until the sickness was cleaned from the Glamorguis systems. She’d underestimated her prisoner, overly confident in the UFO’s extraordinary tech.

The primordial woman vowed never to make that mistake again. Should there be a next time…

*****

Wispy Willow entered a virtual room, which had taken the shape of the ‘Cyberverse’ cityscape on a rainy night. Usually, she wouldn’t even bother stepping in with the risk of getting wet, but they were in a rough spot with the Glamorguis struggling to fly.

Upon a rooftop sat Kitsune of the Nine-Tails, her eyes closed while she sat in the lotus position, the top of her gi torn removed, breasts concealed behind wraps. A constant drizzle sluiced over her amid deep meditation. The moon shone down on her from the black sky. One of her ears twitched at the sound of puddly footsteps approaching her.

“Sis! What are you doing?” The twin-tailed tigress called over. “There’s a war outside, and we’ve got infiltrators stalking the ship! Don’t tell me you’re afraid to throw down with that lost tail?”

Kitsune opened an eye. “No, Imoto. I’m in preparation to face our old adversary. I’m certain he’s on his way here.”

“Wha—You mean Triad?” Wispy snorted. “He’s a joke! Old news! You already cut off his head once; you can do it again!” Her studded crimson catsuit glistened under the moonlight and rain, a hand rested on her hip.

“Our last encounter did not end in my favor,” reminded Kitsune, the image of his cold stare while she collapsed to the ground, bleeding out, fresh on her mind. “I hold no shame in admitting he’s a lot stronger now, while I have gotten weaker.”

“Even if that were true, you’ve got us in your corner!” She nodded over her shoulder at Eclipsed Heart, Kyube, and Chisana, recovering from the shockwave that washed through them moments ago. “Come on, we’ll take him on together! Him, Penny Dreadful, Mortis, Andrei, and whoever else that—!”

“No, Imoto.” She gave her sister a sharp glare if only to assert her authority. Her gaze softened on Eclipsed Heart, glad that the Necronomicon’s undoing had no visible effects on her. And when her eyes met Kyube’s, she shook her head. “This is something I must do alone.”

Wispy bristled. “B-but sis—!”

“It is a matter of personal pride for her,” replied Kyube from below. “Do you want to deny your friend that?”

“N-no...but we’re really worried about you! In your condition, you might-!” Eclipsed began, then chewed on her lower lip to silence herself. At her side, Chisana looked on sympathetically, anxiety written on her face.

Before Kitsune could properly reassure her allies, her ears flicked when she picked up new sounds from the rooftops. Stoic determination took over her face. “He’s here!”

Kitasan Triad had infiltrated the virtual space with his magic sword, which he’d used to carve his way through the ship. But rather than stage a surprise attack, he too removed his pin-striped suit, leaving his chest and inked back bare and meditated on the spot. The pair of swordmasters held an unspoken truce while they honed themselves for their final duel. Raindrops sprinkled across the black stallion’s ebony muscles, which tensed in anticipation.

“We must cleanse ourselves for this moment,” explained Kitsune. “We want to face each other as fairly as possible.”

An uneasy silence settled between the sisters, while the others remained on guard in case Triad’s loony accomplice, Penny Dreadful, showed up guns blazing to spoil this fateful moment.

Then, the tattoos on Triad’s back separated themselves from him, his vermillion tiger and cyan dragon familiars boxing the group in while he stood back up.

“It’s time,” Kitsune proclaimed before rising, swathed in the wind and rain. “No matter what happens, promise me you will not interfere.”

Wispy growled begrudgingly before consenting. Before stepping down to assist her bandmate, she yelled over the mild storm, “You better win, sis! Or I'll kick your ass myself!”

“Of course she will,” Eclipsed proclaimed confidently. “Kitsune’s not the type of person to lose easily.”

“Yeah, but if shit blows sideways, what do we—”

A squeak from Chisana pulled their attention, the bladed point of the parasol at her throat when Penny Dreadful snickered and pulled the tiny raccoon dog back from behind.

“Aaagh! A-Aniki!!”

“Let her go!” warned Kyube, teeth bared.

“Ah-ah-ah~!” The clockwork griffoness said while wagging her finger. “You get anywhere close to the roofs, and I’ll empty her throat and bowels across these streets!” She backed up her threat by pressing the tip close to her hostage’s neck. “Nuugh! Cease your impudent squirming, you putrid little—!”

“Penny, no!” Triad called down to her, brows furrowed. “I want this fight to be as fair as possible! Release the girl!”

“Now, now, sweetie~,” cooed Penny with a quiver of her beak. “I’m simply keeping insurance so that none of these lousy vermin get in the way of your absolute victory!”

“You let her go now, bitch!” Wispy, snarled as her summoned plasma orbs sizzled against the raindrops.

Penny Dreadful's beak wore a vicious smile. “If you want her back that badly, try and take her~!”

Opening her wings, she took off from the ground. Glancing back at Triad, she said, “Don’t take too long, love! I want to finish these wretches quickly so that we can seek out Beatrix, Esmeralda, and Camellia! After they’re butchered, we can get married and spend our honeymoon somewhere wonderful! We’re almost free!”

“I know,” answered Triad, who leapt across the rooftops and landed close to where she fluttered. “Master swore to release us after we completed our last mission. But I will not stain my hands with the blood of a child. Now, please… set her free.”

“B-but darling—~!” Her protests were cut off when his lips met her beak in a deep kiss. Then, Penny hissed when Chisana bit her hand and slipped free. She stabbed at the tanuki girl, simply to embed the parasol's bladed tip in a chunk of wood left amidst a cloud of smoke. “Gaagh! You putrid little shite!”

Triad rolled his eyes before casting his steely gaze on Wispy, Eclipsed, and the Yokai bandits below. “It appears you’re all eager to fight. Here. Play with them for a while.” The kitasan swordsman snapped his fingers, and his tattoo beasts immediately attacked B.A.B.E. while he raised his katana and unleashed its arcane power.

“Sweetie, wait—!?” Penny was pushed back by the force of the blade's magic wave, which tossed her back toward the dampened ground. The avian assassin drifted to catch herself, while Kyube and Chisana sailed on the winds to land kicks that sent them into the alleyway. An arcane barricade formed to seal off the area, preventing anyone from ascending 50 feet above the ground.

“There. Now none of them can interrupt us,” huffed Triad once he and Kitsune circled each other. He’d poured all his fury and vices into the tattoo beasts to purify himself and face her with a clear head. Noticing her missing tail, he inquired, “What happened?”

“The price of constant war,” answered Kitsune. “Everywhere we go, there’s only more death and destruction. I doubt even our homeworld is safe.”

He nodded. “Most certainly.”

“It need not end like this, Triad,” she pleaded. “We’re all victims of the syndicate. Experimented on. Used like toys until we’ve served our purpose. Why not lay down your blade today… and help us save the multiverse?”

“In any other scenario, I would have accepted,” replied Triad, a hint of melancholy in his voice. “But you know why I can’t stray from my path now.”

Her eyes heavied with pity as she reluctantly drew out her katana. “I do. But I had to try—”

The kunoichi vixen shifted her vision when her teammates evaded a collapsing building. Wispy and Eclipsed threw plasma orbs and crystalline shards to combat the tattoo monstrosities, whose size and power increased due to the sword’s influence.

Taking a martial arts stance, Wispy beckoned with a hand and cried, "Bring it! Hiyah!" However, the yokai plasma fires she summoned faded the moment they struck the tiger. "What the dick-?"

"Mine too! This is bad," yelped Eclipsed, as her crystals turned to sparkly dust on contact with the thin dragon. She raced around its rapid strikes on her skates and said, "Somehow they're immune! Maybe it's because they're psychic constructs…?"

Distracted by their plight, Kitsune's ears detected the sound of sliced wind and deflected an incoming shuriken the black kitasan stallion tossed her way.

“Stop losing focus and face me!” demanded Triad.

The vixen's cool eyes narrowed, and her lips formed a line. “As you wish. I shall finish this swiftly!”

Their blades repeatedly crossed in a shower of sparks, their denuded muscles tensed and taut. Any martial arts used were just a means to maneuver around the other for a better angle to attack. Puddles splashed under their deft, dance-like movements.

Unfortunately, Kitsune’s equilibrium remained off-balance, even after her incisive training and healing through the ship’s aid. Her graceful movements proved less fluid and clumsier than usual, barely able to keep pace with her augmented adversary that now outclassed her skills in every way.

“You’re even slower than before,” he observed between locked swords.

“Speed… isn’t always the deciding factor!” she grunted as metal-struck-metal.

“Still, this isn’t how I wanted to end this.” From his side eye, he spotted the bestial tattoos overwhelm Wispy, who battled what now turned into a sabretooth tiger and Eclipsed, also beaten down by the lengthy dragon. “Hmph. It appears this sword harbors more tricks than I imagined.”

“This is between us,” reasoned Kitsune as the combatants circled. “Kill me if you want, but allow them to live!”

“Once my familiars have separated from me, they’re their own entities. I can’t even recall them back.” The beasts tore the clothes from Wispy and Eclipsed, their wet naked bodies exposed before their furious appetites, born from his basest instincts. The tiger and dragon roared, ready to loosen Triad’s suppressed lust and fury on them. “Penny’s vileness and cruelty must have rubbed off on me…”

This steeled Kitsune to deal with him faster than ever, fighting harder with precise movements. She tried to blot out the humiliating cries of her teammates when Wispy found herself mounted by the sabretooth and pinned by its weight, her wail somewhere between pain and pleasure as its thick, barbed cock tore into her slick wet cunt.

“Nyahh~! S-Stupid cat, get off of me!” The nekomata mewled, the heavy tiger hunched on her back, splattered with its heated drool. Its muscular bulk pounded into her pussy while keeping her pinned with its claws, forcing a climax from her lips. “A-auuugh, fuck~!!” Wispy whined and hissed, the corner of her eyes teary as the vermillion beast’s hips clapped her wide, striped buttocks.

It claimed its mate without mercy, relentlessly pounded away, determined to spill a spectral seed that thankfully couldn't take root. Wispy panted and her perky breasts swayed each time it hammered away, her face afire in humiliation, forced to take a barbed cock that drove another messy climax from her as she yelped and clenched.

“N-No, no, no, hold on! I’m taken-!” Eclipsed squirmed in the dragon’s tail, which repeatedly coiled around the pop star. Her charcoal flesh and fur were pinched, tits and cheeks bunched between its wrapped body. Her neck, cheek, and hot pink nipples were lapped by its elongated forked tongue.

“Bass... I-I’m so sorry! Forgive me!!” She sobbed and tensed up when its twin cocks pushed into her lower holes and spread them wide open, thankful she’d let her boyfriend claim them first!

The pop idol closed her eyes and tried to think only of her boyfriend when her captor took its pleasure from her spread wide open cavities, her twat left to leak its feminine nectar over the animal that invaded her entrance and backdoor with fierce, repetitive thrusts, which made her buttcheeks and titties bounce under every impact. "Oh~! Don't…!"

She, too, tensed up like Wispy as one of many climaxes were forced on them, their messy squirts lost in the drizzle. Yet even after the beasts spilled their seeds into their mates, they continued to violently make use of their bodies.

Kitsune snarled and burned with a white-hot fury unlike any she’d ever felt. Her yokai aura formed around her body, and balls of foxfire ringed around her, much to Triad’s surprise when he said, “The true power of the Nine-Tails?!”

She saw a moment of hesitation cross Triad’s face and took advantage of tht by flinging her blue and red wispy yokai fireballs at him, balanced by her blade. The kitasan swordsman was pushed back by the flurry of swipes, blows, and magic she released, driven to the building’s slippery edge. With a two-handed swipe born of desperation, he sent her back, where she flipped, landed on her feet, and skidded back.

“Let’s settle this,” she declared when thunder cracked and the sky flashed to better illuminate them. “Here and now!”

“This final strike decides it,” he concurred, the pair of them crouched and tensed to pounce. The two sailed skywards, silhouetted by the moon, and met in mid-air, where they crossed swords in a metallic clash of blades.

The two of them landed where the other one once perched and knelt. They stood motionless… until Triad tumbled forward with a pained groan. A giant line of blackened blood seeped across his chiseled chest and shoulder, all the way to the center of his back.

Both the tiger and dragon bellowed once they dispersed into the ether, freeing Wispy and Eclipsed as they tumbled into the watery floor. Both raised their heads to the rooftops with speculation, the lead singer asking aloud, “Does that mean..?!”

Kitsune hissed, suffering the blow from his blade that sliced through her bandage bra, releasing her breasts into the cold, damp air while a crimson line formed between her bosom and belly. She glanced at her broken katana, fragments of the blade shattered over the roof’s edge. Tossing it aside, the fox woman bit back the pain and approached her opponent, who managed to push himself onto his knees.

“You… you bested me. Just like before… yet without the need for cybernetics… Remarkable...!” The black stallion murmured, coughing out more black bile from his lips.

“The world of advanced technology is a dangerous place,” spoke the vixen through ragged breath. “Utter reliance on it dulls the mind and body. Through this truth, I could shed off the machinery that shackled me and return to my roots.”

Triad stared at his adversary with a vacant gaze, a bitter chuckle leaving his throat. “You have achieved nirvana… Something I could never do. Not in this… pitiful state of being…” He hissed, using his damaged arms to reach and present his magically infused katana. “Take it… as a memento of our final clash. Use it well…”

She studied it briefly before cautiously taking the infused katana into her hands, her glare less intense. “I will,” she assured, lifting it high behind her head.

The kitasan swordsman smiled gently before bowing his head forward, both a sign of respect and acceptance of his fate. Without pause, Kitsune departed Triad’s head from his corpse, which slumped along with his body and scattered into dust. She watched the severed face of her foe disintegrate, his voice whispering in the winds, “Thank… you…”

With the decisive battle now over and no trace of Triad remaining, Kitsune keeled forward and held her stomach to keep her entrails in, vomiting up blood.

“Kitsune!!” Wispy and Eclipsed Heart shouted, hurrying to the vixen’s side despite their sore unmentionables.

“Mmnngh… It’s okay, girls,” insisted the bleeding fox woman. “I-I… will live.”

“Don’t worry, sis!” The two-tailed tigress said with watery eyes. “Layla will patch you up! Just… stop talking! Rest!”

While she guided Kitsune to lie down on her back, Eclipsed was perked up by the flashes and sounds from the alleyways below. “Wispy, stay here! I’ll help out Kyube and Chisana!”

The cat woman tensed. “In your condition...?”

“I-I’m just a little sore, is all…” confessed Eclipsed, her face red when she redressed herself the best she could with the tatters of her torn clothes. “But that doesn’t matter now! Penny’s still at large!” At least her enhanced roller skates were intact, which allowed her to sail in the air into the alleyway.

“Tsk. Silly bitch,” Wispy muttered with a small smirk before the reality of her sister’s condition intruded. More hot blood washed over the nekomata’s striped fur after she held her close. She sobbed out, “You hold on now, okay?!”

“Y-yes,” murmured Kitsune, who almost blinked her eyes closed. Delirious, she whispered to herself. “Sakura... It’s a nice name. I hope Kyube doesn’t see me like this… s-so indecent!”

Wispy failed to suppress a giggle before turning her frown to where Triad once stood. “Poor bastard… Couldn’t save him from himself. Wrecked my favorite costume and punched my ticket, too!”

Meanwhile, Penny Dreadful carried on her dance of death down the narrow alleyway with Kyube and Chisana, who were forced to scatter from the barrage of tiny missiles she released from the silos in her wide opened wingspan. Graffiti-laden walls shattered into rocks and dust under the explosions that blossomed from each unloaded rocket.

She hooted, “Nowhere to run now, my pretties! You’ll make lavishing fur coats~." Yet every time she believed her rockets struck home, a Kyube clone faded away, or more smoke rose from Chisana, a dummy left in the place where she once stood. “So annoying! Ugh, what did Triad say this was? Yokai magic..? No matter. You’ll run out of reserves and tire yourselves out long before my silos are emptied! And then, this bird of prey will moves for the kill~!”

The griffoness kept her parasol’s blade ready and evaded the kunai knives tossed her way. “Ooh~! So close! But no dice—ack!” A swift kick to her head from a roller skate knocked her aside.

Eclipsed Heart twirled in the air after her surprise attack, a crystal javelin in hand, the scanty remains of her tattered roller derby costume hastily stitched back on her almost naked flesh. “Give it up, you nutty harpy! Your boyfriend’s dead, and your zombie minions are being cleaned up. You’ve lost!”

“What?! Triad is..? No… NO! YOU LIE!!” Penny screeched, eyes manically wide. Despite her declaration, she knew deep down it was true. She no longer saw his familiars, nor sensed his undead presence. “I’LL TEAR OUT YOUR HEART AND FEED IT TO YOUR FRIENDS, YOU SKANK!!”

She swiped at the pop star wildly, driven mad with vengeance, no longer concerned whether her assault ended in mutual destruction. Eclipsed pirouetted away from each reckless swing, blocking her parasol with her crystalline spear when cornered to a steel wall under her nonstop assault.

Penny primed the rest of her missiles and launched them all simultaneously, despite the warnings that flashed across her interior systems. The pop diva cried, “W-Wait, don’t—!”

Nonetheless, a flurry of rockets were fired point-blank, and the charcoal mare’s scream ended up lost in the explosion. The clockwork killer squeaked, her nuked doll body torn into chunks amidst the eruption. Her head, torso, and one arm remained attached, partially scorched, and her attire burned off down to her blackened feathers.

A black crater smoked where the pop princess once stood, a scorched hole torn from the spaceship. “YES! DIE YOU SLATTERNLY...WHAT!?!”

Her eyes turned to pinpoints at Eclipsed beside Kyube and Chisana, who had barely snatched her up in time, her charcoal fur singed but otherwise unharmed. Penny's outrage was reduced to childish bawling. “N-No… this isn’t fair! Triad… Daddy, I…I-Ah~!”

Unable to close the wound in its hull in time, a powerful burst of air sucked at Penny, her removed abdomen, legs, and arm tossed out into the Sacratera. Clinging on for dear life, unable to fly under the force with her plume wrecked, she yelped, “H-help...!”

Chisana narrowed her eyes. “Go jōdandeshou!”

“Unbelievable,” Kyube scoffed.

Tentatively, Eclipsed started to offer her crystal javelin, despite knowing the likelihood that it was a trick… which immediately proved correct when the griffoness screeched, “D.I.E., YOU FILTHY WHOOOOOOORE!!”

Her beak opened wide and fired one last hidden rocket. But the male kitsune flung a yokai ball fast enough to intercept the missile before it could launch out of her shrilling mouth.

The rocket went off on impact, the explosion tossing Kyube, Chisana, and Eclipsed back, the latter summoning a crystal shield to take the brunt of the fiery debris which burst before them.

Eclipsed huffed. “Everyone okay?”

The yokai bandits nodded while everyone gazed at the smoldering ruins of the clockwork killer, remains splattered all over the screen before dissolving into darkened specks. Eclipsed drained of color. “I-Is she..?”

Kyube nodded. “Departed this world the way she lived in it. Violently.”

Quest to her core, Eclipsed mumbled to herself, “Good riddance…” Chisana nodded and kicked a stray, charred talon aside before it too became dust.

The simulation of the Cyberverse ended in distortion, the fire, rain, buildings, and night skies disappearing into the pale room, which steadily repaired the torn hole. The trio rushed to help Wispy hold up Kitsune, who used the last of her clothes to cover up her sister’s injuries. The nekomata ordered, “Let’s get her to the infirmary room, stat!”

“I’ll carry her,” offered Kyube, who gingerly held the vixen in his arms bridal style. Despite her gruesome appearance, she looked peaceful in her rest, unconsciously burying her face into his chest.

“Let’s go before more trouble finds us!” Eclipsed Heart urged, guiding her bandmates and friends out of the A.R. chamber and through the lengthy corridor. Fortunately, the deadly infection Viscera had left to tender the U.F.O. had been thoroughly cleansed due to Layla's efforts, leaving the ship healthy enough to begin lift-off. With a subdued rattle the Glamorguis ascended from the battered Sacratera.

*****

Sombra was momentarily absent, putting the final touches on the enchanted suits of armor, while undergoing the proper ritual to re-seal his old horn to his new body. That left Cerise Silhouette at the mercy of Queen Chrysalis, and the black mare hesitated when the changeling commanded, “Follow me, princess.”

There was little choice but to obey, and so she walked a few feet behind the denuded changeling queen. Her unclad drone sextoys offered Cerise a sympathetic look and parted to let them by. This time they walked a tunnel unfamiliar to her, down a dank slope and into the darkness. All the while, she was clad in the platinum costume that consisted of a choker, bands on her wrists and ankles, pasties, and a maebari, with one new addition; a heart-shaped crystal stuffed up her sphincter. The constant stimulation kept her hot pink tail permanently hiked on instinct, and her buns partially spread.

The dark dancer blushed and tried not to think about it, her buttocks and breasts left to bounce with each stride. Her nostrils twitched at a foul odor from the darkness. “Wh-where are we...?”

“The larder,” replied Chrysalis, her horn lit. Cerise swallowed a scream when confronted with the bodies of captured minotaurs, their preserved corpses frozen in horror and trapped under thick walls of pure viscous fat.

Cerise took a step back. “Do you...plan to eat me...?”

Chrysalis laughed and bared her fangs. “No. Although the idea is tempting. You’d make for a delicious morsel~!” She teasingly licked her chops and ran her hand across the charcoal mare’s bare breasts. The princess withdrew, and the queen turned her back on her. “Come closer. We’re not done.”

“Like I have a choice,” she mumbled and took after her lead.

In the corner, a drone offered the queen a massive jug partially overrun with sparkly nectar. “Royal jelly,” explained Chrysalis, who circled behind the princess and rubbed her shoulders. “I needed to dispatch the protoquens, you see? All they needed to do was drink it, and anyone could replace me!”

“And… you’re telling me this, why?” She swallowed harder.

“Because I want to share it with you, princess!” She reached into the pot and scooped up a palmful. “Jealousy weakens the heart, and I’ll admit, I’ve been treating you rather poorly. So I thought we could make amends~!”

She stared at the substance quizzically. “But it’s meant for a protoquen! What effect will it have on a mare?”

“Nothing. Except for being the most scrumptious substance to consume imaginable! Close in similarity to that of honey, but far more potent! You don’t want to lose that nice figure on the basic oats Sombra is feeding you, do you? Go ahead, eat up! I insist~!”

The denuded, voluptuous monarch offered up her palm to Cerise’s mouth, who still hesitated. She didn’t initially trust Chrysalis, yet she found her ‘change in personality’ very suspicious. Nonetheless, the daughter of darkness resided the best she was able in her predicament and hoped whatever she was about to put in her mouth wouldn’t poison her or have any ill side effects.

Cautiously, Cerise took a small lick. Her brain lit up, and her taste buds danced at the heavenly taste. Growls fluttered in her tummy, her head tilted back by Chrysalis, unable to help but drink it down into her starved tummy.

The changeling’s smile stretched. What the princess didn’t know was it harbored an aphrodisiac effect on mares, since protoquen needed it to become the paragons of their hives. And, by Sombra’s instructions, she laced it with his semen, the tyrant wanting his daughter-sister to become addicted after he’d cum in her mouth.

Within a minute, Cerise swallowed the entire handful, burped, and blushed. Her bat ear twitched at a faint moan in the larder. “H-Hey, whose voice is that?”

“What—uhhh, nobody! You must be—” But Chrysalis’ words went unheard once Cerise broke away and ran into an adjacent juncture, her loose breasts left to swing and her buttocks clapping under her hurried movements.

Finally, she raced to a stop at the source, where a heavy white-and-blue pegasus mare sat in a birthing position within the shadows. Her heart skipped. “… Sn-Snowy Blizzard..?!”

Faded eyes, half-blind, looked her way and weakly whispered, “Wh-who are you...?”

“Cerise Silhouette! I’m married to your son, Midnight!” She knelt before the heavily knocked-up mare.

“Midnight...? H-He’s alive..?!” Snowy sniffled and managed a weak smile, even though she was on the verge of death. She brushed Cerise’s fingers and felt the silver wedding ring that adorned a digit. “M-My children… My husband..!” she said deliriously.

“I’m sorry!” She embraced the older mare, who returned her warm hold. The two of them wept and took comfort from each other in the depths of the interconnected hives.

“M-My daughter, Lightning! Is she okay..? Are they-?”

“They’re fine,” reassured Cerise, who decided to leave out the effects of his hyper-stallion side. “I... I’m sure they’ll help the Crystal Empire raise an army to rescue us...eventually...”

“Good to kno—ooh...~!” Snowy wheezed once her swollen belly pushed the latest clutch from her uterus into her birth canal. The slimy sphere peeked out from her leaky, swollen slit. She squealed in pain, and Cerise raced to help her deliver, heedless of the potential risks to herself.

“Hang on! You push, and I’ll pull!” She reached into her slippery birth canal and pulled. Behind her, the shadow of Chrysalis fell on the pair, and Snowy couldn’t help but scream hysterically.

“No..! Sh-she did this to me! You have t-to leave… before you become like me…” pleaded Snowy.

Chrysalis cruelly smiled. “That’s the last clutch! Poor Snowy Blizzard… All used up~!”

“You heartless monster!” Snapped Cerise, no longer caring about the consequences anymore!

“Mmm, I try~!” Chrysalis purred. “Don’t worry, princess. You’ll make an excellent replacement!”

“Wh-what?”

“Since you ingested that aphrodisiac jelly, your body is primed to become my next broodmare! Oh, I can hardly wait to pump your virginal womb full of a clutch and then inseminate them!”

Cerise clutched at her neck, frightened. “No! Y-You can’t! Sombra won’t—”

“Allow this? Please! I’ve already made arrangements for that wastrel! He probably won’t even notice his precious daughter was replaced by a mere drone!” With her formidable arcane arts, her horn lit, and she undid the spell that kept Cerise’s costume stuck on her.

Cerise yelped, her pulled breasts distended to their limits, and her nipples stretched, while likewise, her pussylips yanked by the costume, which Chrysalis used her aura to tear off and rendered her completely vulnerable. Lastly came the heart-shaped plug into her rectum, left wide open as it popped out, her holes presented to the queen.

“Guards,” mentally communed Chrysalis with the elite of her hive. “It’s time!” Her royal elites shuffled to arrive in the larder, while Cerise turned her attention back to Snowy’s final delivery. A wet pop sounded from the motherly mare, who pushed out a last egg from her overly stretched womb and cunt.

Snowy’s heavy breasts heaved. “N-no… no more…please…”

“Stop it!” Cerise cried while she wrestled out of Chrysalis’ grip. “No! Let me go!” She was yanked back to her feet when muscled changelings in chitin armor funneled in. They seized Snowy and forced the half-conscious mare to her feet. “Release her now, or I’ll-”

Chrysalis laughed harder. “You’ll what? Whine to Daddy? You have no real power here, princess! Take her away.”

Snowy whimpered, dragged by the stoic heavies the queen sent for. In desperation, Cerise tried to summon her crystalline power... yet nothing happened no matter how hard she tried.

The charcoal thestral snarled and demanded, “Where are you taking her?”

“You should be more concerned about what I’m about to do to you~!”

While the guards disappeared with Snowy from the larder, Chrysalis grabbed Cerise by a pigtail, making her yelp as she forced her to bend over, Cerise’s palms struggling for purchase on the slippery fat so she wouldn’t fall.

Cerise’s eyes widened. “N-no-!” She heard the tear of flesh and felt twin ovipositors land between her black buns with a moist slap between her asscrack, where they rubbed and smeared precum over her hot pink asshole and wet pinkness that peeked out from between her swollen labia lips.

Her face shamefully burned with fury and dread, her pussy left to wink and her anus clenched after continual stimulation, trapped in a constant lustful state that made an exposed pussy drip.

“Oh, yes~! I wonder what kind of hybrids the spawn of Sombra will produce!” Chrysalis drew back her shafts, aiming the tips of her cocks at Cerise’s lower holes, and slowly started to push into their warmth with a shared moan between them...only for the queen to suddenly be thrown back by an unseen force. “What the hell?”

Despite the queen’s attempts to weaken the enchantments, the princess’s enchanted costume activated and snapped onto Chrysalis like a set of bondage gear that restrained her. The platinum stretched like liquid metal, bound her hands and ankles behind her as Chrysalis screamed in outrage.

“What is this? Get it off of me!!” she demanded, horn lit up while she failed to undo the binds. Her twin ovipositors had retreated back into the shapeshifter, her voluminous black breasts and ass jiggling whenever she wiggled impotently in her prison.

Cerise huffed, turned, and recovered herself. “Serves you right!”

A slow clap sounded from the larder’s entrance once Sombra emerged, grinning ear to ear. “Once again, my dear Chrysalis, you prove to be predictably sloppy,” he mused while striding in, Trixie following by his side. “My daughter’s wardrobe wasn’t just for decoration. It was also a failsafe should anyone get the idea of laying a hand on her!”

“B-but how could you have known! You were all the way back—”

He tapped his reattached horn, which subtly vibrated. “A warning was set the moment those clothes no longer adorned her skin.”

Chrysalis huffed, blushed, and squirmed. “Release me, Sombra… L-Let me go!”

“Not until you’ve learned your lesson,” he denied coldly, his magical aura wrapped around the changeling and pulling her to him. He coolly commanded, “Trixie, drop those robes and prostrate yourself like a bitch.”

“Yes, master~!” Trixie undid her robes, tossed them aside, and went to all fours. He used her naked flesh like a throne and settled Chrysalis face down over his lap.

“Now then, how should I discipline you this time~?”

Cerise swallowed harder. She hated Chrysalis more than ever...but she wasn’t a sadist, either! She didn’t even want vengeance of any kind! “F-Father! That’s not necessary! All I want is for Snowy to be safe!”

“She’ll be taken care of,” he reassured her. “I’ve already sent my forces to retrieve her as we speak.”

What would generally inspire hope and relief sounded ominous to Cerise, but her attention was torn back to Chrysalis, who yelped and squirmed harder when Sombra laid hands on her bare ass with sharp spanks that left angry red handprints on her buttcheeks each time they rippled. “Naagh~! You can’t do this to me! I’m the queen!”

“And I am your king. Your equal, as you claimed. Yet that hasn’t stopped you from going behind my back!” He spanked her harder with a sharp crack.

“I...okay! Ouch! I’m sorry! I’M SORRY!” A few stray tears ran down the queen’s heated face.

Sombra paused to look at his daughter with a sly leer. “Come here, Cerise. It’s your turn~!”

Aware he wouldn’t be satisfied until she did so, Cerise trotted over and relaxed her posture, her arms crossed beneath her bunched-up breasts. She met Chrysalis’ furious eyes for a moment, tentatively drew back her palm, and landed the first soft smack on the queen’s wobbly, reddened ass.

“Harder,” demanded Sombra. “Make her feel it! Let her disobedience mark her skin! What was it you used to say, Chrysie? ‘Only royalty should flaunt their power?’” He chuckled when Cerise drew her hand back and landed a much harsher, more dominant spank.

Chrysalis hissed, her face afire as her lower cheeks were beaten raw until they heavily blushed. She whimpered when Sombra applied a cool liquid to her buttocks, which Cerise rubbed in to soothe her. His horn lit, and the costume that bound her retreated as he said, “That’s enough ‘re-educating’ for now. Remember this lesson well.”

The metal pieces floated off her, then slapped back into place on Cerise, which made her assets bounce. The dark tyrant lifted Chrysalis, rose to his feet, and beckoned Trixie to stand.

His eyes surveyed the minotaurs trapped in the fatty walls, places blank from where some were removed and used to feed the changelings. He settled on one area in particular, where Thunder Storm’s body had been kept preserved in preparation for this imminent moment. The twin suits of armor were complete. All they needed were a pair of proper hosts!

Chrysalis tossed back her mane and attempted to recover her dignity. At the very least, he seemed unaware of what Vox was currently up to! “What’s next on the agenda, then? We continue to build our numbers—”

He nuzzled her neck and idly groped at her bared breasts like putty in his palms. “Yes. They replenish much faster than the enemy’s! Even if the Crystal Empire and Hammerfall were to put aside their differences, I doubt they could win now. But I’m not content to sit around in this hive forever. Gather me an army to lead on the surface. I want to test my son’s body in battle!”

She swooned at his touch and argued, “We have minions for that—”

“I’m a conqueror,” Sombra cut off, crimson eyes glowing. “It’s in my blood to crush all opposition and rule. That is why you resurrected me, no?”

With a cruel smile, Sombra’s palm slapped back on her ass to draw her in and meet her lips. His false hand vibrated around the cupped asscheek, then slid to stimulate her bare pussy. Their tongues wrestled, her face heated and eyes fluttering after any lingering anger towards him dissipated under his wandering hands. He drew back and declared, “Have an army prepared. I’ll move out to march within two days.”

Chrysalis rubbed her snout clean off his spittle, clarifying, “So you plan to hit the cult’s next target? The breeding camp?”

He nodded. “Take that, and the Crystal Empire’s fall will swiftly follow. Now, how about a reward?” Once more, he pushed down and directed Chrysalis onto all fours, before he took her with the twin dicks he summoned. He also beckoned Cerise and Trixie to kneel by them and bear witness to their tryst.

Sombra pulled her mane and tail, then tanned her wide buttocks some more, and pounded her with such fierceness she whorishly moaned, while her pendulous tits madly bounced and swayed. Trixie couldn’t help but fondle her own tit and rub her clit, while Cerise sat still, her dark cheeks scorched red.

He took the changeling queen fast and rough, knowing he hadn’t much time to mess around. It was more like a celebration, before he planted the husband and wife hosts in suits of armor and transformed them into his latest experimental weapons. Chrysalis screeched out her euphoria beneath him each time he ruined her fuckholes.

It didn’t take long until Chrysalis howled and squirted and tightened around his shafts, which her lower holes milked for all they were worth. His swollen balls surged with cum as he bellowed, "Take my seed! Take it deep, my !" Like last time, his alchemy enhancements assured he’d produce far more volumes of virile semen than usual.

The first few loads blasted into her womb and bowels. Sombra withdrew in the middle of his release and started to fire across the queen’s lower back and butt. Then he aimed his double cocks at the onlookers and rained down a deluge of splooge that painted the pair. Cerise instinctively started to cry out in outraged protest again, as runny ropes of cum violently slapped across her blushing face and shot into her mouth, her tongue absolutely soaked by his familiar taste. Not helped by the royal jelly she’d ingested, mixed with his seed which he'd addicted his daughter to.

Their faces and tits were splattered under thick blast-after-blast, which ran down their contours and stuck to their glazed, glistening skin and fur. He smiled at his work, Cerise and Trixie drenched by his cumshots, until he finally tapped out with a few last weak releases. Face masked in his slimy cum that plopped onto her titties, Cerise yelled, “You did that on purpose!”

He chuckled. “That makeup becomes you, sweetheart. Trixie, why don’t you clean her up?”

“As you wish, master~!” Trixie tackled Cerise to the floor and started to lap the spunk from her. The princess squirmed but knew resisting was pointless, so instead, she sat still and let her lick her.

Whenever Cerise was allowed to sleep, the nightmares and erotic dreams proved worse than ever. She would whine in her sleep, even as her fingers moved on their own to rub her snatch, addicted to pleasure by her father/brother as he indoctrinated her.

This time, she found herself in Snowy Blizzard’s place, like the poor motherly mare, naked and alone in the larder; Cerise’s belly swelled up from a large batch of changeling eggs after Chrysalis had impregnated her. All she could do was scream until her shrill voice was hoarse in horror, weep useless tears, and pop out one slimy sphere after another. A stream of pee also escaped her. In the background, out of the corner of her eye, Omen was watching her. Relishing in her suffering.

She knew what awaited her, should Sombra fall in battle and Chrysalis seize complete power. So part of her wanted him to survive, to protect her brother, whose body he’d stolen, and to save herself from a fate darker than she ever could have imagined. The vibrations of her costume stimulate her.

Stirring in her sleep on a bed in her private quarters, she murmured in a deep sleep. “Midnight...Moonlight...Ashen...Beatrix...somebody...! Save me...!”

Yet the charcoal batmare knew her loved ones weren’t here. She would have to stand entirely on her own.

*****

As the UFO sailed through the vastness of space on its way back to Midnight’s world, those not involved in the battle pitched in to aid the ship’s self-repair system and allowed the Glamorguis to draw on their life essence through the jellyfish-like tendrils that rose around them. All was quiet… until Layla shuddered, sensing a tremendous sensation running through her voluptuous body that caused minor turbulence. Sliding doors opened, and Julianne hovered from the spiraling hallway. “Did you feel that, Lady Layla? It felt like—!”

“Exaltation,” acknowledged the motherly succubus, a warm smile on her plump lips. “Zeloph has awakened and unleashed his full potential!”

“R-Really?!” Beatrix chimed in, hopeful.

“Finally, some good news,” sighed Eclipsed Heart, who'd repaired her costume the best she was able, leaving some tatters since she liked the look. “Do you know what he’s doing now?”

Layla shook her head. “I cannot. I can only assume he’s engaged in combat.”

“Then let us pray that he and our friends will succeed in vanquishing both the revenant and the Vile One,” the rosy-haired nun encouraged, hands clapped together.

“Please tell me you’re not about to sing,” groaned Iclyn, fingers about to plug her ears until a cross-shaped rift suddenly appeared from overhead.

The witch mare yelped. “Whoa! What the-”

Out came Seb, whose sense of gravity failed him as he landed front first. The demon groaned while pushing himself up. “Well, that was weird—AAAUFFF!!”

Arron was just behind, and his massive frame crushed the slimmer demi-human. “Whoops! Sorry, bud!”

The burly demi quickly got off and helped Seb to his feet, hand favoring his sore back. He painfully wheezed, “Next time, just fully crush my head. I wanna be done with this fucking day..!”

“FRIENDS!” Julianne shouted joyously, walking up to hug her companions tightly. “You have returned safe and sound!”

“I wouldn’t say safe per se, but I’m glad to see you too,” Seb admitted, patting her bed. Upon noticing the others with tendrils sticking out their backs, he asked, “Uhhh… Am I interrupting something?”

“We’re trying to keep the Glamorguis afloat with our energy,” answered Layla. “So if you have the power to spare, it would be much obliged.”

“Sorry, lady. But I’m wiped,” exhaled Arron right as his form shrank to that of an imp. “I barely held out as is. I need a nap!”

“Infirmary is to the left,” Eclipsed guided him with a soft smile, getting a thumbs up from the golden demi as he power walked down the hallway.

The primordial woman asked, “And what about you, Sebastion?”

“Nah, just pull me up a seat, and I’ll pitch in,” answered the card demon, who started prying off the skintight clothing and took in the fresh air.

“Well, out with it! What’s happening on Sacratera?!” The violet unicorn demanded impatiently.

“Man, you should have seen it,” began Seb while Julianne helped him into his signature green pinstripe suit. “Mortis and Andrei had us on the ropes. But then Bella awakened her Onoma to summon some weird lizard genie that split the dragons apart.”

“That sounds a lot like my ex-husband, Asmodeus,” noted Layla, a playful smile on her lips.

“Still, sis has an Onoma now? That’s awesome!”

“Ehh, I guess. According to her, Gehenna requires she intake male seed to harness her full succubus instincts, which puts her through pseudo pregnancy. All that to summon one out of seventy-two demon lords. Feels like one of those high-risk, low-reward deals if you ask me.”

Beatrix pouted. “Yeah… Especially since she’s not particularly fond of men. Well, besides Zeloph, luckily enough!”

Eclipsed entered the conversation. “Speaking of, did he really achieve Exaltation?”

Seb nodded eagerly. “Saw it with my own two eyes. It was a thing of beauty! He was mopping the floor with Viscera, cooking her hotter than a stuffed turkey on Christmas Day! That is… until he had to come to save us from Mortis and send the doofus and me back here.”

Iclyn furrowed her eyebrows. “So the Vile One remains at large?”

“I wouldn’t worry too much about her,” said the motherly succubus. “I sense that she used most of her efforts infecting the Glamorguis and her attempt on both Beatrix and Zeloph. Out of the two, Mortis is the greater threat.”

“Which is why the sooner we land in Middy’s world and patch up the Glamorguis, the quicker we can head back to help them!” The pop diva urged worryingly.

“We’re in no condition to do so with the current state of our ship,” reminded Julianne. “I’m afraid it might already be too late by the time we land and begin repairs. The most we can do is have faith they will defeat Mortis.”

“Yes,” concurred Layla with unease. “Let us maintain hope. It may be the only thing we have left…”

A solemn silence hung in the air as the group continued to offer their combined energy to support the UFO’s travels.

Elsewhere, in the ship’s intricate maze of corridors, Autumn Equinox managed to pull herself together, redress, and slip out of confinement after the sudden shockwave knocked everyone out. Unfortunately, the undead that invaded the ship also perceived her as prey.

Outside of the vial Viscera left her, the one-eyed batmare only had her fish-hook gauntlet to cut a swath across the tunnel. “Outta my way, you braindead freaks!” Another carved-up hunk of partially rotted flesh slapped and skidded across the stained wall.

She needed to escape! To slip back into her own world before being taken back into custody! Without Mortis, Triad, or Penny present to direct them, the zombies proved more of an annoyance than an actual threat. With haste, Equinox danced circles around them and easily cut each to pieces.

Yet she knew with sheer numbers, they could potentially trap and overwhelm even her! The marauder didn’t have any allies here. Another speared zombie crumpled at her feet, the air filling with death’s reek. “Goddamn it all, where’s the fuckin’ exit?”

“Over here,” came the voice from a feminine, bat mare silhouette at the corridor’s end. Equinox clawed her way over, the two glaring at each other.

“Grr… Should have known you’d show up,” Equinox sneered, swiveling her way toward Moonlight. “Haven’t I whipped your sorry ass enough, Mooncakes? I don’t have time to play with you, so move aside before you’re another stain on my claws!”

She pointed her armed weapon at her fellow thestral, who answered by raising her own fists strapped in claws. “Not gonna happen, Cyclops! There are bigger problems ahead of us. I’m taking you in!”

Equinox scoffed. “Please! I could break you in half any day! You were lucky with that poison dart last time, but there’s no one around to back you up now! Meanwhile, I’m still in top shape~!”

To demonstrate, she zipped by at top speed, enhanced by whatever Viscera had pumped into her womb. Moonlight was nearly blindsided by the swift attack, but managed to dodge while also taking to the air. Even with the hybrid of cybernetic and clockwork wings designed by Moon Hammer, the former cadet strained to keep pace with the enhanced Equinox as they repeatedly swooped and crossed mid-air.

“She’s not alone!” Lightning Spark hurtled amidst an electric blue blur, followed closely by Deinos, who scurried across the ceiling, bioweapons extending out his hands.

“We apologize,” the mutant changeling said. “Got held up by a few dozen zombies, but I think the rest of the crew should be able to handle the leftovers!”

“Good! Just stand back! I can handle this,” Moonlight hollered. She'd lost too much to fail now! Yet to her dismay, Equinox still exceeded her natural abilities many times over!

Deinos muttered a curse as he craned his neck behind him. “More have followed us.” Another undead horde spilled in, the mass of bodies so thick they bunched up a tunnel in a wall of flesh.

“Please, Equinox,” Lightning implored her former friend. “Join us! We don’t have to be enemies!”

But the batmare scowled, “Quit being so naïve, Sparky! So long as you stand by that changeling, you’ll always be my enemy! Better to watch your own ass!”

True to Equinox’s word, the undead masses started to spill in. Deinos took the lead to fend their numbers off, each swing of his arms pulverizing the living corpses. “Nngh! Should have kept my flamethrower,” mumbled the shapeshifter.

Lightning said, “I can zap ‘em-”

“No! The ship is already compromised!” Her ears flattened at that, rebuked like a child, and his voice softened. “Help me handle them, okay? I can’t deal with these odds alone!”

“You betcha!” She raced up to his aid.

Meanwhile, despite her efforts, Moonlight huffed, covered in a few lacerations while they sliced at each other every time they passed. “How are you… this fast? Did Viscera… pant… alter you somehow?”

“So what if she did?” growled Equinox. “Not like it would have made a difference. I was always your better! I was on the frontlines, a true warrior ready to die for the honor of protecting Equestria. Meanwhile, you skulk in the shadows and stab people in the back!”

“You don’t give a rat’s ass about Equestria nor its citizens!”

“Pha! And you do? Didn’t you fuck a couple of fellow soldiers, then poison and kill them? And you still have the gall to paint me as a ruthless crook~!”

She balked and hesitated. “What...how did you—unf~!”

That was all Equinox needed to seize her throat and slam her so hard into a wall she knocked the wind from her.

“A little birdie told me,” she snickered through her sneer. “Seems Viscera knows all kinds of dirty little secrets about you punks! Face it, Mooncakes. You and I aren’t so different. In fact…” She reeled back her claws, one of the curved tips aimed at Moonlight’s left eye, which dilated with fear. “Why don’t I show you just how 'similar' we really are~!”

“N-n-no! Don’t—!!”

The fish hooks whooshed forward, ready to gauge the orb from her rival that dared mock her.

“Moonie!!”

Lightning spun back and blitzed over at full speed, face drawn in determination to save a mare she considered a sister. She managed to push Moonlight from Equinox’s iron hold with the weight of her tackle...and screamed, spattered in a rush of hot blood as the hooks sunk into her.

“WAAAAAAAAUUUGHHHHH!!”

Her screams woke Equinox from her fury, the one-eyed bat mare visibly shaken and pale.

“What?! Oh… oh Celestia, no…!”

Lightning slid down to her bottom, covering half her face as blood oozed out behind her palm, bawling in anguish. Moonlight fell to her own knees, appalled. “Lightning, no! NO! LOOK WHAT YOU’VE DONE?!”

She screamed at Equinox, who could only gaze down at the horror staring right back at her, punctured through her hooked blade. “No… It wasn’t… I-I didn’t mean to..!”

Lightning shivered as she went into shock, fainting dead away. Deinos tore his attention between her and the undead horde that advanced, which he cut down one-after-another. “YOU MONSTER!”

Equinox’s face snapped back to a dismissive snarl; any shame pushed down. “I-It was her fault! She shouldn’t have butted into my business! She’s weak! Fuck fodder for freaks like you!”

Before he could secure her in his multi-limbed grasp, the marauder sped past him, a swath cut across the undead that allowed the raider to finally slip beyond the tunnels.

Unable to follow, Deinos continued to fight off the swarming cadavers. For a moment, Moonlight moved to follow with a snarl, ready to murder the bitch in cold blood! But instead, the thestral tended to the pegasus the best she could. “Fuck..! She’s hurt really bad! Maybe we can slip back where Equinox came from and-”

“It’s a dead end,” reminded the arachnomorph. “We have to retreat! She needs immediate medical attention!”

“But there are so many blocking our way! How are we—”

Fireballs ripped across the zombies, crumpled and smoldered as a familiar unicorn stallion stormed through.

“Cheers, love! The cavalry’s here,” yelled Arcanum, flanked by Dion and the half-succubus twins.

“Time tae bash some skulls, girls,” the burly ram bellowed. “Clear a path so we can rescue th' lass!”

“At once, Sir Dion!” Wet Nurse and Foal-Bearer said in unison, giving their caprine champion soft kisses on his cheeks before they dived into the fray, smacking away the zombies with long talons and maces.

“Thank goodness,” whispered Moonlight, who cradled Lightning and tended her wounds the best she could from the limited field medical knowledge all cadets received. A few stray tears slipped down her cheeks. “This is all my fault! Now I know how Cerise feels after I protected her! I shouldn’t have...huh?”

She locked her wide eyes toward a gust of wind swept through the undead invaders, and her foalhood friend appeared with his lance in hand. “M-Middy? Is that really you...?”

Midnight Blitzer stood proud and tall, his youth and trained physique returned. Notably, he looked similar to their cadet days, with all bright blue feathers, fluffy fur, and wiry muscles. The only difference was the streak of gray through his spiky mane, resembling a thunderbolt. He offered her and his unconscious twin sister a pained smile. “Y-yeah. It’s me!”

“Yo-you look... you’re back to normal!”

“Looks like the Necronomicon’s destruction reversed every change done to him,” observed Deinos. “Not a single trace of the hyper-stallion!"

“That’s not all!” A bluish-green glow emitted from his eyes, wings cloaked with wind energy that he sent bowling through the zombie-filled corridor with one mighty flap. “I think I have an Onoma! Part of me speculates it’s tied to the aerial forces of nature that run through my family bloodline!”

“That’s incredible,” Moonlight admitted with a heated blush.

“Yeah! Remind me to thank Moxxi after we’ve landed… or, more appropriately, apologize to her,” the azure pegasus sheepishly said.

“Good tae have ye back, lad,” Dion said with a smile, slapping him on the shoulder.

“That’s the last of the zombies in this hallway,” said Wet Nurse, she and her sister naked as their half-succubi forms emitted a protective aura about them.

“We should be nearly done then,” added Foal-Bearer wistfully.

“Quickly! We have to get Lightning to the infirmary,” pleaded Moonlight.

“I’ll take her,” offered Midnight, who lifted his twin into his arms, pain contorting his visage upon seeing the grotesque gash across her face. This then gave way to anger as he snarled, “Equinox..!”

“We’ll go after her,” announced Arcanum, who, along with Dion and the maid twins, ran down the hallway they saw the marauder flee into.

Layla’s voice sounded from the speakers overhead. “Attention, passengers. Our arrival is imminent! Brace yourselves!”

The UFO shuddered and moaned when it entered orbit. Space and time warped to transmit the craft across the cosmos, rending through the cataclysmic storm, which now emitted strange and thundering roars.

Midnight, Moonlight and Deinos did their best to move along the corridor, despite the rough turbulence. Likewise, Arcanum and his group trod carefully through the circular hallway, with the erenn warlock muttering, “Bloody Merry… If only you were here to see all this nonsense...!”

*****

Bloody Merry’s ear twitched. “Oi! Did someone call up me name?”

Half-awake, the brick red mare swept back her thick blonde mane, seated at the pub to shovel down breakfast. Not that the bartender hurried her, but she wanted to pitch in and do her part, despite how it was still the buttcrack of dawn. Her estrus acted up again, not helped by that potion she’d taken, which left her already heavy breasts oversized and sore from excess milk. But she couldn’t exactly fondle them and milk herself dry, at least without funny looks and another offer from the twins to become a waitress here!

Not to mention the cramps and her inflamed, overly wet nethers. It’s a good thing she padded her panties!

“Urrgh! This fuckin’ blows donkey dicks!” A line formed outside, but customers weren’t allowed in yet. The saloon-style entrance was blocked by the other minotaur bouncers. “Gonna be another hell of a day.”

Worse, the sexed up titty bar only made it harder on her estrus! Blue Moon called, “Inspection time~! Line up ladies and drop those panties!” Gloves were snapped into place. The haulster waitresses, which numbered over a few dozen, stripped completely and rested their hands on the bar counter when they bent over to present themselves. The twin sisters approached them. “I used to be a nurse, you know!”

“Hence her old name Wet Nurse,” Strawberry Moon explained with a snicker. “And I was called Foal-Bearer!”

“Yeesh! Was your mum reading a porno mag when naming you two?” mumbled Merry between bites, trying not to sound judgmental. She considered sex work legit, after all, so long as no one felt exploited or was otherwise abused. It just simply wasn’t for her.

The twins inserted sterilized speculums into the cow women, each routinely inspected for infection or disease before their shift started.

“Clear~,” said Blue, who playfully patted the plush bare butt of the first cow.

“This one, too~,” added Strawberry with a wink, who flicked the fatty udder of her cow waitress.

One by one, the twins reached into the slick pussies of the holstaurs and rubbed at their slippery walls, relieved they all came up clean. The potions and instructions Beatrix left for Moon Hammer were simple to replicate, most of the alchemy reasonably basic, and the ingredients abundant since the world was overgrown ever since it fell to the changelings. These medicines made impregnation or the spread of disease primarily impossible, but they checked them over daily, to be sure.

One of the spotted cow women that called herself ‘Creamy’ approached the mare, still nude. “Hey there, honey. You look a little down. How ’bout a freebie~?” She bent forward.

Merry swallowed hard; pendulous spotted udders left to sway and settle in her face, the overly wide nipples tipped in dollops of milk droplets. Whatever her preferences, estrus made her pussy wet and winky. “Uh, thanks, but why? Just another bouncer, really, not special-”

“Girls around here feel different,” said the one named ‘Milky,’ also unclad save for the cowbells they wore on their chokers. The holstaur also stood taller than most stallions and was overly voluptuous. “You protected our butts when those soldiers turned rowdy! We wanna pay you back somehow!”

“Go ahead,” said Creamy. “Take all the squeezes you want. It’s on us.”

“Besides,” said Milky. “We need to be milked, too! Glad the twins have decided to help out!”

The twin sisters tittered, for after they finished up the inspection, they too slipped into what passed for a ‘costume’ in the pub, which barely covered their crotch and little else, so stuck to their skin and fur the heavy swell of their cameltoes were visible, their thong-clad coral pink ass and titties fully displayed.

With a hearty shrug and a clipped smile, Merry gripped and squeezed the heavy hangers suspended before her eyes. The pliable, squishy udders pinched beneath her fingers, kneaded like dough as she skillfully milked the heavy orbs, blasts of milk fired from hard, wide nipples into a pitcher of coffee while Creamy lewdly mooed.

She took a drink with a smack when Milky raised a cup to her lips. “Mmm… Good stuff~.”

“Now do me,” offered Milky, and with a playful eye-roll, as Merry switched her hands to Milky’s milkers. She took turns with the pair of cow waitresses, until she had a day’s worth of dairy supply.

“Now, now! Save some for the patrons,” reminded Blue Moon.

“Time to let the zombie horde in!” Strawberry tittered and stepped aside, as minotaurs bouncers parted to allow the first stallions inside. Within minutes, the pub was filled to capacity.

“Welp. Back on the grind we go,” noted Merry, who covered her mouth to help stifle a burp after she polished off breakfast. Creamy and Milky redressed like the rest of the waitresses, 'clothes' administered by the twins, who slid the bottom pieces into place and playfully snapped them onto their spotted butts.

Unfortunately, once the sun fully rose, the air started to swelter again. Grumbles rose from the restless stallions, several fans set up by Moon Hammer to help cool the pub. Nonetheless, Merry’s suit stifled her, and even the cow waitresses had sweatdrops roll down their curvy slopes.

Blue Moon waved a fan over her face. “Hot today, isn’t it?” She and her sister were ‘dressed’ like waitresses to help relieve the packed room; their heavy breasts still milked up after their births.

“A real scorcher,” replied Strawberry, as a sweatdrop rolled down an udder and mixed with a milky drop that dotted the slit of her perky nipple. She whispered, “I reckon another brawl is brewing.” She subtly nodded to stallions at a table, who traded hard stares with the minotaurs, despite how forward the waitresses were to help distract them.

“Won’t let that happen,” assured Merry, who stood up. “Shame Chezka and Panna are off with Moon Hammer.”

“Someone has to look after the calves while we’re away,” noted Blue with a coy wink.

“And take care of our dreamy stud~!” Strawberry shimmied her wide hips and ass. “Hey, that’s it, sister! Maybe a show will help cool their heels! How about a raffle?” She pulled her sister close in a conspiratorial manner, a series of sly whispers and feminine titters traded between them.

Merry removed her jacket and undid a couple of buttons on her dress shirt, her sweaty cleavage partially bared. The heat simply made her estrus worse. The twins hopped onto the bar counter after passing some words to the bartender, and then announced, "Whoever spends the most today will receive a special treat from us!"

Cheers erupted from the patrons, who raised their mugs and clinked them. That appeared to ease the tensions, but Merry kept a keen eye out anyhow.

“They have another agenda, honey,” whispered Creamy in Merry’s ear under the white noise. “You already figured it out, didn’t you? We talked it over with the twins, the bartender, and the chief. Lotta spies in Hammerfall. You have no idea the kinds of secrets horny studs will freely spill once we loosen 'em up.”

Milky whispered in her other ear, “But we can’t quite complete our map. We’re so close! Shame we can’t ask Fiery Kickstart directly! Not like he’ll fill us in on the movements of his army!”

“Yeah, I heard lots about the bastard. None of it remotely nice. Maybe I’ll pay him a visit,” Merry considered, keeping a keen eye out while the hours wore on and the bovine waitresses made more physical contact with studs than usual.

The afternoon passed into evening when the twins once more hopped onto the bar counter and made their announcement. As one, they cooed, “We’ve picked out the two lucky studs~! Congratulations!” They pointed at the stallions in question, met by more claps, cheers, and pats on the back from their fellow troopers. “Give ’em some space, boys; it’s about to turn much hotter~!”

Merry fanned her sweaty breast and finished off another creamed coffee, while the stallions pulled their chairs so close they almost touched, face-to-face, while the onlookers drew back and formed a circle around them. The half-bovine mare twins hopped down from the bar and paused their stride to ask Merry, “Sure you don’t want to slip into something more comfortable~?”

“Not happening, you silly hoes,” she playfully taunted and sent them back on the way with a slap on their butts. They giggled and wiggled their hips, thighs, and buttocks in an exaggerated walk, which made each individual buttcheek roll before they dropped their thongs entirely. Aside from their sheer stockings, heels, chokers with cowbells, and maid’s headdresses, they were completely naked. They hummed and walked hand-in-hand, milky udders left to bounce and wobble with each step.

Strawberry approached her stud and poked his chest with a mirthful leer. “I'm afraid we can’t offer full-on sex-”

“-but how close can we come without penetration?” Blue finished as the sisters unzipped the pants of the stallions, and let their erect cocks flop free. They then straddled them back-to-back, so close Strawberry’s and Blue’s perspiration-lined, heart-shaped coral-pink asses rubbed. Their hard dicks were fully tented and rubbed across the inflamed, moist pussies that dripped down their shafts, over their puckered assholes, and the docks of their pastel pink tails that were upraised from wanton arousal as cunts winked. Their asses deliberately rubbed from the shake of their hips, as did the thick horsecocks trapped between their buns.

Groans rose from the studs when one asked, “Uh... isn’t this a little-”

“Gay? Nah, feels pretty nice to me! Unf!” He crossed his hands behind his head while the waitress rode him.

The winners relaxed under the double buttjob, while the twin sisters directed their hands and allowed them to freely touch their coral pastel pink asscheeks. “No penetration,” they warned. “But otherwise, feel free to help yourselves to our plush butts and titties!" Groped and kneaded flesh rolled between their fingers, the twins pinched and fondled with wild abandon to more hoots and hollers from the worked-up male mobs.

Creamy and Milky then waded in, squeezed their udders, and spurted sprays of sweet milk across the titties of the twins, which the sisters then allowed the lucky studs to lick clean.

Heart-shaped love buttons swelled from the hoods of their slimy pussies, which rubbed up and down their pillars and made them moan from the shared, doubled, pleasurable friction. They winked and squirted a little over the vein-lined horsedicks now slathered in a mixture of their mixed feminine essence and precum, which their flares rubbed across slick pussylips and assholes.

“Ooh~!” Blue’s face reddened in a harsh blush. “It’s smeared all over my backdoor~! Good boy~!”

Strawberry teased her stallion. “You about to cum~? Bet you wish you could shoot it inside~!”

One of the stallions wheezed. “Can’t...hold it...anymore…~!”

As one of the twin sisters bounced their buns she demanded, “That’s it, studs! Shoot your load all over our asses~!”

At that moment, another customer pushed his way inside, despite the full capacity. The twins yelped in surprise at the cloaked and hooded stranger, who appeared to be four-legged from the mantle that billowed behind him, and Strawberry bounced buns slipped amidst the twerks they did. The stallion below's flare slipped off her sweat-slicked perineum, poked her asshole, and felt its warmth and tautness spread around his shaft, soon entirely devoured balls deep as her slippery ass landed back in his lap.

With a hiss, he started to fire pent-up load-after-load into her rectum. Unable to stop himself now, Blue shrugged and wiggled her hips and butt as she pushed her stud into her tight backdoor and clenched it as she milked his seed from him. The stallions continued to spread and feel up their buns, rewarded by a squirty climax from the twins.

“Eeuh! Messy,” muttered Merry, who deftly stepped back to evade the stray squirts of feminine nectar, which slapped onto Creamy, Milky, and a few of the soldiers closest to the circle.

However, some troops had pulled their attention away from the amorous show, where a new arrival casually strolled into view. It was a bulky figure, hidden underneath ragged robes, flanked by two bestial plant-like creatures.

“Huh?! H-Hey, hold it!” One stallion called out, alerting some of his squad to follow him toward the stranger. “Stop right there! Identify yourself!”

“I don’t answer to you, boy,” the interloper replied with a tired baritone. “Step aside and let me through.”

“Not a chance,” another soldier said, gazing fearfully at the botanic creatures. One resembled a mountainous bear, the other a snarling wolf. “F-For all we know, you’re in liege with the changelings. Or that damned cult!”

The figure snorted with annoyance. “I can assure you. I am not affiliated with any order.”

Another soldier added, “Prove it! Remove your hood or else—!”

“...tch. Fine.”

The stranger threw back his hood and revealed himself to be another minotaur, tunson blue in color with a corn yellow eye. Half his face was obscured by a white bark mask, and part of his horn was missing. “There. Satisfied? Now, if you’d excuse me, I’d like a meal and a drink before I take a well-earned respite.”

But the platoon wasn’t buying it, refusing to let him pass. “Not so fast, pal. We ain’t letting you off the hook.”

Another soldier added, “You may look like these filthy cows, but that mask and those… things suggest you’ve been infected!”

The bullman gave a disgruntled sigh. “I suppose this means you’ll be taking me in for questioning?”

His narrow gaze hardened when they drew out their weapons. “And risk you spreading the cordyceps to us? Fat chance!”

Overhearing the conversation, Bloody Merry shoved her way forward and rolled up her sleeves. “Oi! I Don’t care who you are! If you’re planning to start another brawl, you take it outside! Or else I’ll throw you all out meself! Clear?”

Grumbles arose from several stallions once they complied, pushing the strange minotaur and his pets out the pub and towards the center of the village. A few onlookers gathered with a mixture of complex expressions. The brick red mare stood before them, her snout scrunched when Fiery’s men reclaimed their weapons to throw down.

“Rush ’em,” called a trooper. Their sabers whooshed across the air, ready to make mince meat out of the intruder.

Merry was about to fight her soreness and jump in, unwilling to leave anyone with the odds stacked against him. But it soon became clear the bullman didn’t need any help when a smirk stretched the corner of his snout “How asinine to believe you have me surrounded,” he grunted as a vibrant pink aura shone through the eyehole in his mask, his horns alight with archaic magic.

The earth around them rumbled once ethereal walls were erected to confine the soldiers, much to their shock.

“What the hell is this?!” One soldier exclaimed, yelling when he tried bashing his blade against the magical barrier, only to be zapped.

“Your new prison,” mused the dark blue minotaur as his bestial familiars stalked towards the frightened stallions. “Or, more accurately, your new tomb.”

With a stamp of his cane, the walls took solid shape with specialized stone, trapping the troops with the botanic abominations. Screams and growls could be heard within, causing panic among the peaceful villagers. Blue and Strawberry Moon rushed to retrieve their husband.

Merry snarled at the half-faced bullman. “Oi! That’s too far! Release them at once!”

“Your so-called ‘allies’ threatened to attack my person without hesitation,” he rebutted. “This is merely self-defense. I’ll let them go in a moment.”

The wails and terrifying noises contoured for half a second before he stomped his cane twice, dispelling the magical barricade. The bestial creatures ceased their mauling and returned to their master’s side, leaving behind the bloodied and wounded stallions.

“Have you gone mad?!” berated Bloody Merry. “You could have killed them!”

“Do not pretend you wouldn’t do the same if you were in my shoes,” the magus minotaur stated, eying the heated mare coolly. “It’s written all over your face. You have ill-contempt for these soldiers. As does everyone here.”

She tore her gaze away, not wanting to admit the bull-headed bastard was right. More lights turned on across the town from the ruckus when Moon Hammer hurried onto the scene, his war hammer in hand, nostrils flared. “Violence is not permitted in my town! If you do not abide by our laws, take your beasts and attitude elsewhere!”

The dark blue bullman turned his attention to the chieftain and chuckled. “Is this how you welcome outsiders? Threatening to pummel them into dust? Not a very peaceful method of maintaining order, is it?”

Moon Hammer growled, marching forward before Bloody Merry blocked his path. “Easy there, big fella! You weren’t there for it, but Fiery’s men jumped the gun.”

The village leader softened his glare, though maintaining his stance. “You sure..?”

“Heard it meself! They were gonna off the luggar without giving him a leg to stand on!”

“Hmmph.” Once more, Moon Hammer approached the strange bullman, who held up his hand to calm his ursine and lupine familiars. When he got a better look at him, the chieftain’s brows burrowed. “Wait… I’ve heard of you. You were there for Beatrix and her friends during the battle with the Burning King! You’re...!”

“Yes,” confirmed the half-masked magus, his expression softening. “It’s me.”

“What the bloody hell are you on about?” Interrupted Merry. “You know him?”

Moon Hammer gave a nod of his head while keeping his suspicious glare on the stranger. “…Brutus Grimmwald!”