End of an Era: The Upheaval

In her own version of Equestria, Beatrix Belladonna had practiced from foalhood in the art of alchemy, usually with her world's Flurry Heart, who'd far surpassed her in natural talent. But they'd made a fun game of their practice which had increased their sisterly bond, and while not a prodigy, Beatrix had discovered she could pick up new skills in her fields quickly. Was it a result of her ties to the Necronomicon? Her Prima Materia, a precious stone on the neck of her cape which connected her to the dark tome?

Either way, she completed the two new brews Grayscale Carnifex offered her the formulas and ingredients for, with more to spare since she'd need lots of them brewed for the Amazons, were they down for the plan. The question was, could she convince them with an untested potion...?

Cerise also proved dubious as they prepared in the misty woodlands. “This potion'll do what? I, I mean a sturdier body could be useful, but it won't be permanent, will it?”

“Relax princess,” said Bellatrix, curious about these 'fellow succubi' on the way.

“Easy for you to say!” Cerise planted hands on her hips and pouted. “I agreed to wear this cow costume, but I'm not prepared to become one! I like myself as I am!”

“Honey, holstaurs are sturdy, powerful, and have lots of stamina,” explained Creamy. “Trouble is, we're usually docile and passive, but I'm an exception, of course,” she finished dryly.

“A typical 'cow' could break a stallion's spine!” Milky's lazy smile widened.

“Uh...I-I won't leak, will I...?” The two holstaurs simply stared at Cerise, who reluctantly accepted the potion brewed by Beatrix, and colorful white vapors rose from the bottle when she uncorked it. “Hope I don't come to regret this!” When she reluctantly tipped it to her lips, and swallowed it a small mouthful at a time, to her lack of surprise it tasted similar to sweet milk, which almost made her spit it out. She sure hoped it wasn't breast milk that came directly from their udders...

She drank it down to the last drop, and wiped away a milk mustache with a soft burp and a thin blush. For several moments, she didn't feel any different while it settled in her belly.

Beatrix rose to her feet and looked at the cow bikini-clad princess. “Are you okay?”

“I'm fine, Bea. Just...m-moo~...?” Her head swam, as a euphoric feeling rushed through Cerise's supple figure, which slowly started to expand. She grew taller, actual cow horns brushed off the false ones on her hairband, and her tail became bovine-like. Heat in particular filled her medium-sized breasts, which stretched her cow-print top until they turned to udders which sloshed with milk, and exploded with a comical bounce from her top, her hot pink areola wider and the slits at the perky tips dotted in milk droplets that trickled down her feminine slopes. A similar heat built in her hips and buttocks, as they also snapped her bottom half off at the same time with a lewd wobble.

She'd taken on a voluptuous, almost Amazonian build, her toned dancer's muscles enhanced but her femininity preserved. When her form settled in she cried, “What the hell?” Instinctively, she fondled her teardrop-shaped and pendulous udders, which rewarded her with pleasure, ready to be milked by the firm hands of a bull like a typical holstaur. “This better not be permanent!”

“Only if you continually take a similar brew,” promised Beatrix with a snort.

“It's not funny!” What Cerise didn't want to admit was that it felt rather nice, that this new physique seemed to reward her with small spikes of pleasure that made her tingle all over. No wonder most holstaurs were passive and docile, since their husbands the minotaurs happily tended to their needs!

“Almost tempted to take a potion myself,” said Bea. “But it'll weaken my magic, so no can do! Wonder what your future husband would think if he could see you now, huh, Cowrise~?”

“Grrr~.” The altered princess stamped a foot with a snort from her flared nostrils.

Milky tittered and said, “You look so pretty!”

“Don't worry honey,” said Creamy. “We'll fetch you a proper bikini to house your new 'assets'. Why do we wear these bikinis, I hear you ask? Because yes, our udders all leak a lot.”

“Great,” murmured Cerise, who brushed aside her new bovine instinct to poke them.

“You'll have to be milked on a daily basis or your udders will become sore,” explained Creamy.

“It's almost as nice as sex~,” teased the sleepy-eyed Milky, who spoke in a slow, lazy voice.

Cerise asked, “So what, do you plan to turn all the Amazons into bovine warriors too?”

“Don't have the resources for that,” admitted Beatrix. “No, Carnie showed me another brew for them. It's supposed to enhance their natural abilities, but I think we can use it, too? Guess we'll find out later. Not even sure they'll accept it yet. We'd better head back, Bella will catch up soon!”

Bellatrix Primadonna had separated from them, deeper into the woods to follow Grayscale Carnifex. The robed dragon brought them to a clearing, where he reached into one of his oversized sleeves and withdrew a black book. This, he placed on the forest floor before he backed up.

“Not the Necronomicon itself,” he explained. “But a miniature copy of the chapter I authored!”

“Do you always sound this boastful? Get on with it,” said Bella, her arms crossed below her breasts.

“As the lady wishes.” From his snout came a dead tongue, from a time long forgotten in another universe. The cover flapped open, as the pages rapidly turned when it glowed and rose aloft between them, and both the words and pictures inscribed inside shimmered and bled. Somehow, without another word she could understand, the would-be Queen of Hell knew what she must do.

To 'birth' her subjects into existence, she raised her crimson dagger, cut into her other palm with a small wince, and allowed the wound to bleed all over the depictions of succubi within.

The artwork shifted with the life breathed into it. Born of her bloody sacrifice, the figures of her fellow she-devils enlarged, as they expanded out of the interior and emerged fully grown into this land, beautiful and naked, but with demonic traits that made it clear they weren't mere humans. All-in-all, she was able to summon four of them, a tiny fraction of what once lived in the tome.

Wild hisses rose from the she-demons, razor-like teeth and claws bared. “Quiet,” demanded Bellatrix sharply, and they were compelled to obey, despite their feral nature. “I am Bellatrix Primadonna, future Queen of Hell, and the closest creature you have to a mother.”

Grayscale chuckled. “Would that make me the father?” He shut up at her dark look.

One of the succubi with a raspy voice asked, “Who are we?”

Grayscale took a stride forward. “You all chose names for yourselves. Sanguin,” he said to the first one that spoke, red-skinned and more muscular than her brethren. “Xanadu,” he nodded at a tall and shapely one with curled horns and saturnine features. “Nymphette,” he said to the leanest and shortest of the four, with wild, spike flame-like hair done up in pigtails, small bat wings, and a spaded tail. “Finally, Kismet!” Another nubile succubus, with a shorn mane and a head adorned by a pair of bat wings, which matched a similar pair on her ankles. “They're all powerhouses. You don't remember it I'm afraid, my self-proclaimed Queen of Hell, but you trained them all yourself!”

Bellatrix couldn't remember any of that, and with the revelation that she, Beatrix, and Cerise had been pulled out of their timeline by a portal he intentionally caused to misfire, wondered if her time with the succubi was something she'd already done and had erased from her memories, or else whether she'd be fated to train them once she became 'Queen of Hell, which had yet to happen.

She supposed it wouldn't matter, were they all to perish in their quest to save this Equestria!

They appeared shameless, since succubi usually didn't bother with a stitch of clothing unless they had to, and after over a thousand or so years spent in the Necronomicon, Bella had been no different, and only adorned herself since it was considered rude to be immodest. Of course, she still clad herself in scanty attire, and found that few would dare tell a statuesque demon to wear more.

The succubi stretched to limber up, in some ways closer to animals than civilized people, like Bella herself had once been until she interacted with Beatrix and achieved self-awareness. Golden eyes misted with a bittersweet melancholy. Yes, they would need her to teach and look after them.

Unfortunately, they'd also be turned into warriors by her hands, a role she knew suited their nature. Demons were natural killers, who either thrived or died in a world built on survival of the fittest.

Before she'd achieved self-awareness, Bella herself had sucked the marrow from the bones of other devils she'd slaughtered, usually ones that attempted to ravish or devour her first, sometimes both. Over a thousand years of battle experience in the Necronomicon hardened her into a fierce warrior.

Like with Cerise, she wouldn't have much time to mold them into a formidable force.

*****

Plans were shared with Zafire Heart and Moon Hammer, while their armies loaded up caravans with supplies and prepared to match. Doubts were written across their faces while Beatrix did her best to explain, since Grayscale Carnifex had decided to fade back into the background, but she informed them of his promise to supply them with reinforcements 'when the time came', whenever that may be. She also used her aura to place a number of potions she'd brew, a few dozen in total.

“I believe her,” said Redrum dryly. “We've seen lots of weirder stuff.”

Bea nodded rapidly and said, “Creamy and Milky'll back me up! They were there, too!”

“It's not you I'm weary of,” said Moon Hammer. “But this so-called benefactor. For all we know, he could plan to divide-and-conquer, and his army will swoop in and pick at the scraps.”

“There are various references to the Order of Reapers in my family's history books,” countered Zafira. “They're meant to be a 'neutral' order, but intervene to keep a universal balance? So, whether or not we can trust him, I doubt he'll spill our blood with his own hands. I am interested in this formula he showed you, Bea. From what you describe, it's similar to a lost Amazon technique.”

Bea asked, “Didn't you establish the Amazons?”

“I revived an old idea I also read about in the Crystal Empire's history books,” said Zafira. “I don't know who the first Amazon Queen was, but I inherited my Equestria's Crystal Empire in ancient times. I...can't remember why, but I disappeared from history, and Sombra moved in to conquer my nation, until Cadance rose up and usurped the cruel tyrant. A similar tale is told here.”

The crystal alicorn uncorked a potion, this one more like paint, with labels that warned they were not to be ingested. Instead, they would be painted across naked flesh, not unlike the tribal markings which many of her elite Amazons often adorned themselves with like war paint when they went into battle. She called for Panna and Chezka, who marched up to meet her.

Chezka trotted to a stop and asked, “Yes, my queen?”

“We need to test these potions, and I'll need a medicine woman to enchant and apply it,” she said to Panna, who nodded and prepared her pouches filled with herbs. “Both of you, strip.” The Amazons reacted with surprise, as such a request usually meant the Amazon Queen would make use of their bodies for recreation, but they nonetheless removed every last strip of their clothes.

The fawn had a leaner build with medium-sized assets, while the centaur was buxom yet with more well-defined muscles, yet the pair of them radiated supple, feminine beauty. Panna dipped her fingertips into the 'paint', which she used to draw the tribal marks across parts of Chezka's face, then down to her heavy breasts, over her toned belly and back, with more applied to her horse portion.

Then, Panna worked one of the few spells she knew, and her short horn lit up. She enchanted the marks that adorned the centaur, breathed life into their dormant power. Glows of an emerald hue lit up the places where they adorned the centaur's milky skin, and an equally pale horse fur coat.

Chezka flexed her biceps. “I do feel...more physically fit than ever, somehow.” She nodded to the fawn, who tossed a barrel with both hands at her, only for the centaur's back hooves to kick and smash it into chunks. “Yes! I feel like I could take on a dozen of the most skilled Amazons by myself!”

“You look lovely,” said Panna. “Since it appears to work, will you do me?”

“With pleasure.” Chezka, too, applied the marks to the fawn, before the medicine woman blessed them. Since it increased one's natural attributes, Panna found her speed and reflexes enhanced most, in contrast to Chezka's physical prowess and stamina. “How far can we stretch this?”

“For a little over a hundred Amazons,” estimated Panna as she counted the bottles.

Chezka asked, “And when will the effects wear off? We have quite a march ahead.”

“Up to a week,” said Panna. “Anymore than that and the strain on one's body could cripple us.”

“Good to know,” said Chezka with a snort and a toss of her white tail. Amazons were lined up, stripped, and allowed Panna and more medicine women from their tribe to apply the marks. The downside was they couldn't adorn themselves with either armor or clothes, as they would interfere with the enchantments, which made each Amazon more in touch with the natural world.

Fortunately, it also served as a sort of armor, their skin still soft but with a hardiness like steel, the sensations of pain dulled, and their fears muted. Most curious of all, Panna took one of her knives to test another of its purported side-effects, as she cut into her palm...and watched the flesh mend.

“We're practically invincible like this,” observed Chezka.

“Just don't let pride lead to your downfall,” reminded Zafira. “Even I'm far from indestructible. Unfortunately, this brew only works on females, and only those trained in the Amazon ways.”

“What a shame,” observed Redrum. “Supposedly, our ancestors also sometimes warred in the buff.”

Beatrix snickered and said, “You make it sound like you're a bunch of wild animals! Carnie sure knows some nifty tricks!” She waved to Creamy, Milky, and Cerise, who'd arrived on the scene, the princess now adorned with another cow print bikini that better fit her expanded assets. The princess blushed with more looks from the bulls tossed in her direction, as she looked like a desirable wife.

A short time later, Bellatrix returned with Sanguine, Xanadu, Nymphette, and Kismet in tow. “They're with me,” she informed the minotaurs that balked at the presence of so many she-demons. “Can I borrow weapons and armor for them? We'll aid you in combat, of course.”

“Help yourselves,” said Redrum, who removed a blanket from a caravan to reveal an arsenal.

“Wicked,” said Sanguine, as the tall and muscled succubus adorned herself in armor and took up an axe. Parts of her were more animalistic, from cloven hooves for feet, to tusks draped from her maw. “I can't wait to add more skulls to my collection! What happened to that, anyway?”

“Probably left behind in the Necronomicon,” mused Xanadu, who adorned herself in little more than chainmail from neck-to-toe, which complimented her statuesque physique. “I've never been much for weapons. Why bother, when our claws serve a similar function? Not to mention my spellcraft is unmatched.” A silky mane whirled behind curled horns when her palm called up a blackish-purple flame, which reflected off the shiny mail which sheathed her like a second skin.

Nymphette twirled a halberd with a sadistic snicker, dressed in attire similar to the black leather bikini their teacher wore. “Heehee. Everyone will worship me, after our mythos spreads!”

“One step at a time~,” teased the equally childish Kismet, who draped her own nubile features in a skintight costume while the bat wings on her head and ankles fluttered in delight. “I've learned a few new spells of my own, so it'll be nice to test 'em! Especially on some live targets!”

Bellatrix shook her head, and reminded herself that no matter how juvenile they seemed, her demonic 'daughters' were nonetheless equivalents of adults, however uncivilized they may be. They would have to be broken in fast, since the customs of mortals were doubtless alien to them.

With an army of nude and painted Amazons, Zafire Heart included, whose even softened horsecock matched the other minotaurs that studied her with envy, she and Moon Hammer led their combined forces out onto the road. Creamy and Milky, who stayed behind, waved them off with a number of other holstaurs, and bulls left to defend the villa and continue daily labors.

Beatrix sat atop a caravan that bounced on the rocky terrain, reminded of her foalhood, when she and her mother Trixie traveled across Equestria to enact another performance and earn the bits needed to survive. That world too had been war-torn, a victim of the black book and the cult.

Seated beside her was Cerise, who also recalled another ruined planet she'd been born into. Not far from them on another caravan, Bellatrix disciplined her fellow succubi, who squabbled impatiently.

Zafire marched near the front of the procession with Chezka and Panna, as the Amazon Queen proudly flaunted her perfected body, while Moon Hammer and Redrum were also close by, aware that Chrysalis had collected a massive army that likely outnumbered them many times over.

*****

When she was satisfied the last pockets of resistance were no more, Queen Chrysalis returned to the throne room with a still nude Cadance in tow, and the new ruler discarded her chitinous armor before she plopped her wide, dark-skinned butt down on the former queen's throne, as her squishy cheeks flattened when they spread. “Mmm~. What should be my first real act, as your queen?”

To start, she had Cadance collared with a chain Chrysalis held like a leash, and forced her to kneel beside her throne. “Eat my cunt,” she demanded. “And watch your teeth, or I'll have one of your precious ponies executed at random!” Without resistance, a still half-delirious Cadance crawled on all fours closer, when Chrysalis parted her knees wide, and the love queen set to devour her pussy.

Chrysalis purred in appreciation while she lapped at her slit, teased out her clitoris, and flicked at her moist love bud, too. “You've done this before, haven't you, you perverted little slut~?”

Cadance withdrew to answer, threads of saliva and pussy secretions mixed in slimy threads that connected the fallen queen's lips and smeared snout to the victorious queen's twat. “Yes, mistress.”

With cackles of superiority, Chrysalis threaded into her pet's mane, and felt her muscle sink into her warm, wet hole, which slurped up the arousal she oozed. “You missed some,” she taunted when a line of her lust trailed between her asscrack and settled into her puckered asshole when she shifted her hips forward to mash into Cadance's face, and Cadance lapped up these releases, too.

Cadance could hardly think. But all she cared about was the safety of her beloved, captive people. To save them, she'd endure whatever this maniac threw at her without complaint.

While she let Cadance service her, Chrysalis made her first demands. “Summon the 'Four Swords', but what out for the flame-haired one in particular! Also, have Ocellus released from her cell and taken before me!” Trixie, Lavender, and Fuchsia bowed and went with a party of elite drones.

Several minutes later, they arrived with a clank of metal. The 'Four Swords' weren't able to hide their contempt for her, as Shining Armor and Fiery Kickstart in particular didn't even try, while Thunder Storm and Night Blade attempted to maintain a more neutral expression. Ocellus kept her head bowed, uncertain what her fate would be. Chrysalis let the silence stretch for minutes.

“Strip down. All of you,” she commanded the prisoners. Reluctantly, the five of them obeyed, Ocellus unable to escape the form of a crystal maid. Uniforms were tossed into a pile. Forced to watch their fallen queen service their new ruler, while none of the 'Swords' were more than half-erect, they winced with each subdued throb from verin-lined shafts, as their tips oozed precum.

“Not bad,” she purred. “I'm certain you'd all love to put a foal in her~.” Instead, she turned her attention to Ocellus. “You've carried out your purpose well, Protoquen. But it appears you're not one of us anymore! I can smell it on you, wench. You can't even shift back, can you?”

“N-no,” confessed Ocellus, who'd tried many times in the cell.

“So, you're worth no more to me than any common crystal mare. But don't worry. I'll look after your clutch.” She tittered darkly. “At least you can still entertain me! Fiery, since you were the last to surrender, I'll reward you! Come closer, stud.” She beckoned with a wave of a nail. “And help yourself to your ex-queen's slutty cunt!” Cadance's eyes widened, yet she reflexively, wetly winked.

Glaring back at his most hated enemy, Fiery nonetheless felt compelled to obey, to protect the imprisoned captives. He knelt before the bent over Cadance as she ate out Chrysalis, reared up behind lovebutt, and planted his palms on her heart-shaped ass when he mounted her. Gradually, he slid his partially erect horsecock into her velvet-soft pussy, and hardened with a low snarl.

“The rest of you,” ordered Chrysalis. “Sheathe yourselves in that lowly slut maid! Now!”

They snapped to work, not unlike their military discipline, Shining Armor draped on his back while he was still weakened, as he lifted Ocellus up by her hips and impaled her on his black cock, which made her cry out with a moan. Night Blade whispered an pology when he sank his horsecock into her mouth and throat which shut her up, while Thunder Storm pushed into her puckered asshole.

The studs all started to fuck at once for their new queen's entertainment, Cadance's plush cheeks clapped by the mustard-colored stallion while she feasted on a slimy snatch that occasionally drenched her face and squirted down her throat, which burned when excess exploded from Cadance's nostrils. “Spit on the bitch's asshole,” she demanded, and Fiery did so. “Now, rub it in!” His thumb ran circles around Cadance's hot pink, pliable anus, which clenched about his thumb.

Each time the cock punched into her, past her split open cervix and into her womb, Cadance questioned whether she'd already been knocked up. Surely she had to be, after her time with her husband? Unaware about other trysts she'd partaken in under the influence of aphrodisiac venom.

Ocellus, too, dripped on the studs that ravished her, drooled around the cock stuffed in her mouth and throat each time it swabbed, somewhere between heaven and hell when she was triple-penetrated balls deep by all of them, the holes of this mare's body stretched to their limits. Chrysalis spurred on all four of the studs to fuck faster and harder, which they obeyed in a chorus of flesh that slapped, squelches, and moans while the slutty slave mares were ravished into submission.

They brutalized their fuckholes. Helped themselves to handfuls of mare flesh, like Chrysalis demanded, breasts that swayed and buttocks that bounced slapped and pinched.

Inevitably, the stallions all unloaded. Holes were filled with load-after load, while at the same time, Chrysalis drenched Cadance's face with more messy squirts, the ex-queen forced to close her eyes. The bellies of Cadance and Ocellus swelled, absolutely packed full of cum, and skewered to the hilt.

More wicked cackles escaped Chrysalis. “How does it feel, Fiery, to be balls deep in bitch?”

“...she's pleasant,” admitted Fiery, uncertain what to say, and he dared not say he was sorry. Cadance winked like mad, his crotch absolutely drenched, since despite the circumstances she'd always been curious how all her 'Swords' were in the sack, and Fiery had even exceeded her lofty expectations.

Lewd pops resounded. Gaped holes sluiced with fertile seed and lusty feminine excretions. The air reeked of their combined musk, the carpets stained in female lubrication and cum.

Pleased, Chrysalis ordered, “Give Ocellus to your men, 'Swords!' Tell her this pitiful wench betrayed your people, helped overthrow their beloved queen and country, and that all the stallions are allowed to relieve all their displeasures upon her soon to be well-used fuckholes!”

Ocellus paled and swallowed down a mouthful of spunk. “P-please, my queen-”

“Dismissed.” Guards ferried Ocellus and the 'Swords' away, while Cadance panted and knelt by the throne her butt once warmed. She returned a sympathetic look for a second at her warriors, to tell them she didn't blame any of them, and hoped they felt the same as she was knocked so low.

The dark queen reclined on her throne, assured no one could mount a resistance anymore.