A version of Equestria, where technology had overtaken magic for a time, was now known as the 'Cyberverse', a den of sin where crime often proved rampant, and the divide between the rich and poor continued to spiral out of control, despite the new mayor's attempts to rebalance the scales. However, with the downsides also came opportunity, mystery, and adventure...all which a visitor craved.
Known as Beatrix Belladonna, the 'Wandering Witch', she'd helped save the capitol, which led to the reawakening of the Elements of Harmony, which returned the all but dead magic to the world. A prismatic blast's radius swept the entire planet, science and magic mixed and fusec, which in turn caused some of the citizens to mutate, thankfully unharmed but transformed from human appearances to more anthropomorphic ones in small numbers. Estimates claimed less than one perfect of the masses were affected in such a way, yet those numbers continued to slowly but steadily increase over time.
She and her mother, Trixie Lulamoon, arrived from a portal of bluish-white energy that swirled, and stepped out on heeled boots that came to their upper thighs, both of them arriving here as human women, dressed in the same fingerless gloves that came to their upper arms, thong-leotards, capes, and pointy witch hats, their physiques equally voluptuous and extra bouncy, due to the alchemic enhancements which they applied to themselves. Beatrix's violet eyes surveyed the dank, apparently abandoned train yard with violet eyes, and swept back a waterfall of a platinum mane.
“This is the place,” said Trixie. “At least, that's what my counterpart here said!”
“Creepy place,” whispered Beatrix, eyes squinted to make out the dimly-lit train tracks.
“Don't be a baby, my little hellspawn.” With a wicked snicker, Trixie lifted up Bea's cape, which left most of the witch's bare butt exposed, and delivered a sharp spank to send her forward.
“Ouch! Okay, okay!” Bea scrunched her face and rubbed the red mark on her buttcheek, which rippled a tad from the contact. Before the supple flesh wobbled back into place. “Good to know there aren't any paradoxes involved when counterparts from different universes meet, or else, well...”
“Yes, yes, didn't your old teacher say it should be perfectly safe? Hmm, and the 'other me' said she'd wait for us to arrive here. You did arrive on time, didn't you? And what should I call myself and the other Trixie? It will be confusing to refer to us both by name, and I'm not sure a single universe can handle two women that are so Great and Powerful!” Trixie waved her cape with a flourish.
“Uh, I dunno. Trixie Prime? Trixie Alpha? Let's just settle for mom, that should do for now! Watch this!” When Beatrix called on her magic here, not only did her fists glow, but a ghostly unicorn horn manifested and shimmered with her aura. She directed this at her mom's cape in the middle of the dramatic pose Trixie struck, lifted the attire, and planted her own, firm spank on her pert ass.
“Ack!” Trixie hopped and blushed with a frown. “Touche, my little hellspawn.” Their heels clicked with an echo when they headed further into the dimness, past the occasional muddy puddle of water, their supple silhouettes cast by the thin, pale moonlight that streamed down on them. “Supposedly, this place is haunted, or at least that's how my counterpart chose to embellish this hovel!”
“It may not be that exaggerated,” noted Beatrix with a shiver, used to strange phenomena on her various adventures across the multiverse. Very little surprised her anymore. Phantoms almost seemed mundane after the eldritch abominations and twisted cultists she'd often dealt with!
She followed her mother's lead, beside the tracks, which fed into a tunnel that never seemed to end. A chill swept over her, but Beatrix clutched her arms close and shook it off with pursed lips.
It was unusual for her to make a number of short trips to the same planet, but this one she felt a particular kinship to, both because she'd had a 'date' with her old teacher as Trixie called her here, when they saved the 'Cyberverse', and Beatrix's actions had birthed a new person into this world. Whenever she saw the advertisements for the band called B.A.B.E., it reminded her of Eclipsed Heart, the likeness of the popstar princess, a reminder of a friend she treated like a niece, one Cerise Silhouette.
Maybe she should've taken Cerise with her...but doubtful she'd want to be involved in how spicy this adventure would surely become! But she had convinced one ally to be left behind here...
“Beatrix,” came the voice of the ally in question, a deep, powerful, yet feminine voice, equal parts imperious and seductive. “Nice to see you're punctual, as usual, sister.” Beatrix had adoped the 'woman' in question, who started to step from the shadows. “Good to see you too, Trixie.”
The crimson-skinned, statuesque succubus towered even over the tall pair of women. Silky black hair trailed after her, fell past leathery bat wings clutched to her back, her eyes golden and her figners and toes closer to claw-like. She clad her toned yet shapely physique in a black leather bondage bikini. Known as Bellatrix Primadonna, a perversion of Beatrix's name by Sombra, she'd chosen to keep the name after her adopted sister freed her from his mind control. A hand rested on a wide, bare hip.
“Sister!” Beatrix chirped when she cheerfully threw her arms around the she-devil.
A muted titter escaped Bellatrix's lips, which twisted into a thin smile. “The 'other' Trixie went on ahead and claimed it was necessary to catch this 'Ghost Train'. I haven't seen or heard from her since, so hopefully she's okay.” She lazily swished her spaded tail, lost in contemplation.
“Trixie will be fine,” announced Trixie in reference to her double. “We're beyond invincible! Huh, but why'd you decide to stay here, Bella? Don't you usually sit my hellspawn's adventures out?”
“True,” admitted Bellatrix, who crossed her arms under her heavy breasts. “But to survive, a succubus depends on a certain...male supplement, and the other Trxie promised me a steady supply.”
Beatrix's heart raced with excitement while she smiled. “Yep! Probably best I decided to leave Cerise behind, after all, even if she wanted to meet her 'twin' Eclipsed Heart! Since Cerise is a married mare and all! Huh, but when she promised you some men, do you think she meant-?” The blare of a train cut her off, and she clenched her lower half and nearly peed herself at what sailed into view.
An ethereal subway train, illuminated in the dreary tunnel, gradually chugged its way into view with a roar of partially rusted metal. It pulled across the supposedly abandoned tracks, an out-of-date design since more modern subway cars were built to hover and could reach much higher speeds. They kept their distance on the platform when it sailed in, then screeched to a stop in a shower of sparks.
The doors opened, all at the same time. The 'other' Trixie stepped off, dressed in a similar matter to her alternative self. “All aboard! On your one-way tripe to the ride of your lives! Trust me!”
Beatrix inquired, “Are you absolutely sure this is safe?”
“It's unlike you to have cold feet my little hellspawn,” said her mother, who marched ahead.
“True,” added Bellatrix. “And you only live once. Well, perhaps not, since you and I have both been resurrected in the past, sister, but you understand the sentiment. Should this trip turn sour, I shall deal with it.” Her fist briefly summoned a chunk of brimstone ablaze with hellfire, before she extinguished it and strode aboard the subway with an uppity sway of her ample hips, buttocks, and tail.
With an ambivalent slump of her shoulders, Beatrix arrived onboard last. The doors hissed closed, and the subway started to speed off. Other than the four of them, the trains appeared unoccupied, with mostly clean seats which they sat on, aside from Bellatrix, who stood and kept watch.
For several moments, they waited in silence while the 'Ghost Train' traveled the tracks, down a series of tunnels. Any illumination slowly started to dim over time, until they all but bathed in darkness.
Pitch black settled in. The train rattled in rhythm to break the silence.
“Almost time~,” murmured the 'other' Trixie.
Beatrix asked, “Time? For what?” Yet she received no answer.
“I don't see anything so far,” stated Bellatrix, her demonic eyes able to pierce the darkness, since she'd once lived in them. “But should it be a supernatural phenomenon, it may be beyond my senses. Wait a minute...” She saw it first, when the white noise set in, and fuzzy static materialized into shapes.
“Ghosts!” Trixie balked in panic and her unicorn horn started to manifest.
The 'other' Trixe cried, “Wait! They won't harm you, I promise! Just watch and wait!” Gradually, the spectral passengers became clearer, translucent but apparently all men, some of them human, others anthropomorphic in nature, mostly sallions but with other half-animal races mixed in.
Beatrix's eyes turned to saucers. “How? Didn't they pass away before the Elements of Harmony returned...?” Supposedly, the subway was abandoned after a terrible disaster ended in wrecks.
“Ghosts have been known to alter themselves in extraordinary circumstances,” reminded Bella.
Beatrix said, “Huh. But why all men?”
“Because the women all chose to pass on I suppose,” the 'other' Trixie presumed with a mischievous smirk. “Well, I take it so did any of the boytoys that aren't interested in women! Speaking of which...” With a snicker, she unclasped her cape, tossed it aside, and backed her heart-shaped ass up.
Fleshy cheeks made contact with a pair of palms that outstretched to meet them. On contact, the stallion started to squeeze and knead her buns, his fingers sinking into the supple flesh which he pinched and pulled on, along with the thong portion of her leotard which he yanked aside, her puckered asshole and vulva exposed to his cool touch, her pussy already moist and puffy with her lust.
Nor were the other men idle. They shambled like zombies, rose from their seats and moved to intercept the fresh, fertile females delivered to them like the most delicious of delicacies, and some even openly salivated when they started to lay hands on them, where they seized and fondled the foursome.
Beatrix and her mother practically melted into their firm molestation, heard the tear of fabric when they started to rend their costumes and toss the scraps aside, their tits and asses freed with cartoonish bounces due to their alchemic enhancements, their bare snatches left exposed and defenseless. Their hostess, too, was relieved of her clothes, while a number of hands explored all over her soft body.
Bellatrix mused, “This is what you had in mind? Ghosts of train molesters?” Nonetheless, she allowed them to paw at her, while they strained to break the buckles that kept her leather costume fashioned to her shapeliness. Bemused, she undid the straps and pondered, “Since they're composed of ectoplasm, will their seed even have any effect on me? Well, I suppose there's only one way to find out.”
She, too, freed her breasts, buttocks, and vulva from the confines that imprisoned them, letting her toned yet shapely assets wobble free before they were seized upon by men and stallion alike. She moaned with the rest of the foursome, all of them touched, licked, and tenderly bitten by the perverts.
Groped, suckled on, and spanked, the four women found themselves at their mercy, reassured by their hostess that no woman that had ever ridden this train left harmed. But she also knew the secret to halt this molestation, should any of them find themselves overwhelmed by the horny haunts.
Mouths wrapped around titties. Slurped and suckled on them, traced and yanked on wide pink areola.
“A-ah~!” Beatrix, with her unnatural libido, was the first to come, and squirted a trail of her lust that puddle on the floor, left to quiver while her tits were nibbled, distended, and sucked on thirstily. She doubled-over from the pleasure, which one stallion took as an opportunity to mount her.
His touch was cool, but not icy, and she felt his flared cock rubbed across her lower holes when he reared up and clumsily brushed across her perineum in an attempt to penetrate her. Frustrated, Bea lit her phantom horn and used her aura to seize his horsecock, which she directed towards her wet pussy.
He sank into her silken depths, teased the pink, squishy, moist folds of her innermost walls, his firm hands still cupped around her pendulous breasts when he started to mercilessly fuck her.
Inspired by the display, the other phantoms made their own plays. Bea's mother found herself lifted up by a pair of men, who pinned her between them and made her a sandwich, with her as the meat when their horsecocks sank into her undefended holes, a thirsty moan forced from her full lips.
Their hostess found herself seized by the ankles and pushed to the ground in a mating press, screams of lust driven from her belly when a griffin man impaled her on his barbed length, the train car shaken from the force of his furious thrusts that rocked her body each time he speared her deep.
Bellatrix wrapped her tail around the arm of a stallion that attempted to pin her down, aware that with her strength she could easily snap his arm in two, ghost of not. “I rarely play the bottom in these scenarios,” she warned the grabby men and anthro haunts. “And none of you are worthy of that honor. But since I need your seed to live, and I doubt you mindless zombies will even remember this...”
She withdrew her iron hold on his arm, allowed them to encircle her, push her down, the succubus ready to be taken. One of the men toppled, and she topped him, felt his thick cock lined up with her pussy before she moved her hips to sink it in. She hissed in relief, felt more palms spread her wide buttcheeks open, another dick lined up with her asshole before it was driven deep inside her.
The she-demon reached out her hands, grasped another pair of cocks presented to her, while she sucked off another, all while the train molestors started to mandhandle and fuck her. Gentle didn't seem to be in their vocabulary, but fortunately she could easily take it, her body built to take on other powerful demons despite her soft and supple appearance. She moaned around the shaft in her mouth when her black mane was seized and she was forcefully driven to throat the haunt that brutally facefucked her.
Clammy, sticky ectoplasm precum oozed down her slick palms when she stroked off the men at her sides, while the ones below and behind her slammed into her sultry holes, which made her asscheeks audibly clap and bounce each time they drove themselves into her with a maniacal need for release.
Her allies fared much the same. The Trixie who'd mothered Beatrix bent over and her titties slapped into a window with audible smacks each time she was drilled by a haunt, her breasts momentarily squished into the surface each time, titflesh and wide pink nipples pressed flat with each thrust.
The women were traded between the molestors. Used and abused, blissful screams driven from them, as more squirty messes splashed and pooled across the subway floor. They were twisted into various positions, taken by a number of them at once, none of their fuckholes spared by the assault.
Beatrix and her mom eventually found their titties squished, when they were brutishly railed by the attackers, and their eyes closed while their lips met in a deep kiss. Tongues danced and circled while they explored their partner's mouth, all of them helpless but to take cock-after-cock. On occasion, all of them but Bellatrix would lose consciousness, overwhelmed by the pleasure forced upon them.
“D-don't stop~,” demanded the hostess Trixie, as one man ate her out. She'd done this a number of times before, thankful she'd followed the rumors posted across the dark side of the network. Another haunt pushed her buttcheeks open, and set to ravenously devour her puckered pink asshole.
She came into the maw of the one in front of her, squeezed her thick thighs around his skull while she also splashed all over his face, her back arched and her breasts pointed skyward, which were also seized by the mouths of two phantoms that suckled on pulled on her milky titties and perky nipples.
Glazed and ablaze faces of Beatrix and her twin 'mothers' shared a particularly meaty stallion cock, as the three of them, on their knees, kissed all over its vein-lined length, rubbed the throbbing slick tool all over their lovely features, audily slurped out thick precum from the flare's urethra, messily made out around it and squashed it between their bunched up udders while they serviced and worshiped him.
Their thighs were spread, all three of them fucked from behind by more of the crowds, no hole given more than a few seconds to rest before their gaped orifices were reused and exploited. More harsh spanks landed over their buttocks and tits, which quivered under the intensity of each blow.
Ectoplasmic cumshots rained across their supple bodies, or were fired off inside them, impacted their spread wide holes, filled their bowels, wombs, and bellies. Jizz dripped from them, slid down their curves, was smeared across their forms and faces when cocks smacked and rubbed all over them.
The subway train would run in circles, until every last phantom here was satisfied. The foursome were rocked about, passed between them, their ruined holes pleasantly sore, the air a constant sound of moans and squelches. Eventually, even Beatrix started to tire out after both versions of Trixies had, all of them slathered in perspiration, their manes a matted, wild mess from furious treatment.
Yet for a succubus, Bellatrix instead found herself empowered over time by the continuous session, able to draw more strength from ectoplasm cum than she'd imagined. She drank their spunk down with a slurp, rubbed the slimy splooge into her heavy breasts in circles, continued to bounce her ass on the latest man she rode into submission, while her coiled tail helped stroke off another one.
She swished a fresh cumshot before she swallowed it. “Is that all you've-? Glk-!” Another horsecock was shoved down her throat to shut the she-devil up, and she narrowed her eyes at the insult, but reminded herself they were driven by instinct alone and sucked him off as he skullfucked her hard.
Beatrix, dropped to the floor, heaved cum-soaked tits and dripped from all her wrecked orifices. Her 'mothers' were already in a similar postion, spent after they'd been relentlessly fucked for what felt like hours. More spunk rained across their naked bodies, draped in puddles of spunk and their love honey.
Yet no matter how many forced themselves on Bellatrix, they were no match for the she-devil. Gradually, each haunt started to fade once they were spent inside or all over the she-demon, popped out of the mortal plane until the next ride, where more fertile females would visit them for pleasure.
She rode them into submission. Make them buckle and whimper before they dissipated.
Finally, the last one vanished beneath her, and the subway train rolled to a stop, its interior illuminated and its doors slid open so they could depart. The 'other' Trixie whispered, “W-wow...there's usually several left by the time rolls around, and the 'Ghost Train' fades away? You wore them out!”
Beatrix sleepily asked, “Does this mean it'll be a while before they're available for another round?” She rubbed her sore pussy, which squished, squelched, and oozed out clumps of ectoplasmic cum.
“Afraid so,” lamented the 'other' Trixie, who stumbled to her feet. “But what a wild ride!” She stretched, cat-like, still stained with spunk that even matted her messy hair.
“I could always clean you off,” offered Bella to her friends.
“No need,” said Bea's mom, who with a smirk and handwave banished the cum and their squirty messes which drenched them. “But I appreciate the offer! Let's depart, shall we?”
Beatrix nodded, aware the 'Ghost Train' would likely fade once dawn broke. How much time did they have left? Whatever the case, it was obvious the foursome would leave today satisfied!
