“So you recognize me, sister?” That seemed to confirm Beatrix Belladonna's theory that this was the real deal; unless it was a trick of the Eldritch? Was she being too paranoid? Intuitively she was rather familiar, at least, not some copy or otherwise alternate version of the demon. Her hands clasped around the ribs that caged her. “But I saw the Sombra of our world kill you.” She'd been impaled on his horn, a powerful spell charged through it, reducing her to giblets. “I mean, I'm happy, but-”

“Yeah, it's me.” Bellatrix Primadonna tilted her head to one side. “Maybe you should just abandon me.”

She quirked an eyebrow. “What? Why...?”

“Well, I'm not bound to you anymore, for one. Ever since I was reborn, your magical hold over me was broken. That means I'm just another generic, wandering succubus again, not your personal pet.” She curled her tail about her leg.

“True...” She scratched her chin. Would she return to Sombra, her first master, once released? Like one trapped in an abusive but comfortable relationship? Sure, he wasn't the same version, but that might not matter to her. She certainly cared about the Shining Armor and Trixie here like they were her own parents! “Meh, I'll take that chance! Like I said, I can't leave you!”

“You're a real fool, you know that?” The demon giggled, showing her tiny fangs. “Why, I might eat you up, sister...” She drank her form in, licking her lips while Beatrix strained with no success to pull the tightly-packed ribcage open.

With a huff she bowed her head. “No good. Maybe a spell will-”

“Uh-oh. You've stirred 'him'...” Below Bellatrix slithered a sea of tentacles which emerged from small holes in the cool slab. Pink and rubbery, they were covered in pulsating suckers, drenched in juices when they started to coil around the demon.

All Belladonna could do was take a step back and stare, as the succubus was lifted up within her prison, coils wrapped around her wrists and ankles. More wrapped around her tits repeatedly. The titflesh spilled between the extensions, which spiraled about them several times over, the tips flicking her erect nipples. Coils grabbed her wings and pulled her tail.

While the Eldritch lacked any interest in sex, a succubus on the other hand needed routine sexual stimulation, or else she'd perish. And while the abominations had sacrificed most of the monsters they encountered when loosed like them from the Necronomicon, reducing the beasts to mere fuel, they had kept a small collection for study including this tentacled beast.

“Mmmm...aaahhh...” Primadonna's moans were cut off when one suddenly jammed into her lips, and rammed down her throat. Another pair were already rubbing between her fully spread legs and between her buttocks, leaving a gooey trail.

Blushing, Beatrix considered whether she should intervene. But the choice was suddenly made for her. “What the-” A tentacle slithered out, grabbing her ankle and lifting her upside-down. “Shit!” She cursed her carelessness, feeling a flesh nub crawl beneath her leotard. “M-maybe it won't be so bad?” Rather than fight it, she decided to ride this one out.

It certainly wouldn't be the first time. Usually these sorts of entities would end up docile for quite sometime once satisfied; it was only those who threatened them too much that were truly in physical danger. “It kinda tickles,” she tittered when it started to tear her living costume down the middle, until it slid away. Swallowing, she submissively opened her mouth to admit entry.

Bellatrix coughed when the one in her mouth withdrew, leaving her lips slathered in precum. “Ready, sis?”

Without hesitation the creature invaded his trapped prey, triple-penetrating them with one savage thrust. Battered between the protrusions, they buried themselves womb-deep, little suckers slurping all over their flesh, suckling on their nipples and clits while they twisted and pulled them.

The monster rendered them completely helpless, her hat and cape ripped away and tossed aside, their slick orifices pumped into with an ever-increasing tempo that left spatters of lubricant cascading from their twats.

Skewered between them, they hung suspended, bound in rapt submission. Much as she was shamed to admit it, being dominated like mere prey made her unbelievably wet; but then, why deny her nature?

Once it finished with them, they were deposited back in place with a thump, their tips spraying loads of splooge all over their panting shapes. Their physiques were slathered all over, dripping down them, leaving them in a sticky pool of mixed juices.

“Mmm...that's better,” murmured Bellatrix who stretched cat-like with a yawn. “Now, where were we, sis? Oh yes. The truth. Where to begin?” She rubbed her chin.

Beatrix sat up beside the ribcage. “Hmm, the beginning is usually a good place?”

“Yes, though that's pretty jumbled for me. I told you to stay away for a reason, and that horny tentacle monster had nothing to do with it! No, the Eldritch sacrificed a ton of energy to resurrect me. They're holding me hostage, hoping they'll be able to lure you to their side." She turned her head sideways, studying her with golden eyes. "You remember how entire worlds existed in the Necronomicon? Well, there are creatures like me born from the author's mind that managed to become 'real' and achieve self-awareness, like me. Anyhow, that makes me an anomaly.”

“So what you're saying is you're the one-and-only Bellatrix Primadonna in all universes,” mused Beatrix.

“Bingo! You wondering why the Eldritch didn't kill you and Shining Armor? They were hoping if they slowly tortured him to death, they'd eventually break your mind and spirit, and help convert you into what you truly are.” She pointed at the Prima Materia on the neck of her discarded cape. “They see you as their dark messiah, as you're the key to the Necronomicon.”

She slapped some oozing spunk from her udders. “But the dark tome is destroyed!”

“Maybe. But they think you can reconstruct it somehow.” Primadonna shrugged.

“That's ridiculous. I don't have that kind of knowledge!” But maybe there was some part of her that did on a subconscious level? After all, she'd explored pretty deep into its flesh-woven pages, uncovering its secrets.

“All I know is that the Eldritch want you to embrace the madness. They're trying to use me as leverage, but...you don't have to worry about me. I'm just another random succubus, really. Nothing special. My death won't be much of a loss. Hell, I already faced oblivion once. What's one more time?” She stared at her spaded tail tip, waggling back-and-forth before her.

“Well, I'm not about to let you die.” Beatrix rose, used a simple spell to cleanse herself, and summoned back on her outfit. “You're my sister, after all! And it's not like I could take Flurry Heart with me, what with her ruling the Crystal Empire back home!”

Despite choosing to strand herself here, at least she wouldn't need feel so alone with an old companion about?

In a bout of sudden inspiration, she slipped a smoke bomb through the ribs. “Here, use this.”

Tapping the sphere upon her prison, colored smoke pooled around the succubus, enveloping her, until Bellatrix reappeared outside the ribcage. “Hey, I'm free!” She flexed her leather wings. “Thanks! But you know the Eldritch won't ever stop hounding us. Unless you can find some way to stop them, they'll annihilate every Equestria in existence eventually.”

“Yeah, I know. I still don't understand what they really are.”

“You know that world of humans Sunset Shimmer came from? From what I can tell they originated from some planet called Earth, where the Necronomicon ended up, and took hold to the point where their cult eventually numbered in the millions. Their planet ended up destroyed, and they were sucked into the book when it finished with them, imprisoned until-”

“Until the tome was destroyed by the Sombra of our Equestria. Think I've got a pretty clear picture by now.” In truth she couldn't wait to escape this twisted shrine. "Let's blow this joint, okay?"

"Why not?" Shrugging, Bellatrix grabbed her, flapping her wingspan, and carrying her back to the surface.

Bursts of sand rose around them when they emerged. She coughed when the she-devil deposited her safely upon the dunes, the Eldritch nowhere to be seen. It struck her as far too easy to foil their plan; were they observing them now?

At the least, it appeared the weird sounds that the Eldritch telepathically cast were severely weakened now that they were much fewer in number. Like Equestria's surviving races, it seemed they too were possibly on the verge of extinction.

No more second-guessing herself. They'd have to make certain they gave them the slip, work their way back home, and hope for the best.

“Forgive us, Dragon Lord. Our attempt to forge an alliance ended in failure,” admitted Sunset Shimmer in a formal manner who knelt before him, head bowed. “However, we did manage to bring a couple of old friends home with us.” She nodded over her shoulder at Shining Armor and Trixie, who waltzed forward to meet him. “May they remain with us?”

“Of course! Good to see you're both okay.” He sat on his skull throne, flanked by Ember and Smolder.

“Sorry we couldn't do better,” began Twilight but he waved the apology aside. Likewise, he shook his head when Shining started to reluctantly kneel, not caring much for such formalities. To his bemusement Trixie seemed casual as ever.

“Permission to speak freely?” He nodded to the Paladin who boldly stepped forward and cleared his throat. “To be frank, I'm not totally sold on your plan. It makes me a little uncomfortable, actually, the idea of a bunch of mares used to serve the needs of one male. I mean, I know herds existed before all this stuff happened, but...” Shining shook his head, the herd concept controversial even then, and accepted mostly because females outnumbered their counterparts many times over.

“Yeah, I get it. I'm not completely used to it, myself.” Spike's nails made more scratches on the giant skull. It'd been Ember's and Smolder's idea, but he'd let them talk him into it, so he owned up to the responsibility. “I was the sole male left in the Badlands, and if something wasn't done, our races faced certain extinction! But now that you've shown up? Well...”

Trixie grinned, following his line of logic. “What, this goody two shoes with his own personal harem? Well, I suppose under these extreme circumstances Trixie could learn to share, so long as I remain his first!”

“I-I couldn't,” he began as his cheeks blazed and he shuffled awkwardly.

“Oh, please! It's every male's fantasy! Plus, it'll help you get over your impotence,” taunted Trixie deviously.

“You're impotent?!” Twilight shouted it without thinking, then swiftly covered her mouth. “I mean, of course...after what...” She didn't finished the sentence, seeing how raw he still was after Cadance's loss. “I may have a potion for that?”

“Please, let's not talk about my sex-life anymore,” he begged.

“It's nothing to be ashamed of,” assured Sunset sympathetically. “I used to be pretty embarrassed too, when I, um, first crossed the portal and became a human.” She decided not to elaborate, leaving it to their imaginations.

Spike chuckled. “Speaking of which.... Sunset, would you rather be with him?”

“H-huh?” They all looked shocked, Sunset in particular. “Do I not please you, Dragon Lord?”

“Oh, you're wonderful. But I think maybe you'd be happier with him? Don't worry, I'm not offended.” In truth it would be a relief to weaken the rivalry between all his mates, and likewise hopefully lift Shimmer's spirits. “Of course, the choice is ultimately yours. Think it over carefully.” He knew the dragonesses wouldn't approve, but ignored their scoffs.

“I...I'll consider it,” said Sunset who stared at her feet.

“I think it's a wonderful idea! Oh, but I'll miss you,” admitted Twilight.

“Come on, even if I do accept, we won't be far!” Sunset chuckled and they hugged.

“Ugh, so sappy.” But Trixie smirked anyhow.

“You'll still need to consummate your union in the open,” reminded Ember. “To make it official.”

“Yeah, we'll worry about that later.” Spike casually waved the idea aside. “Details, details! That's future Spike's problem!” Reunited with friends he thought lost, it was almost like old times, all his worries momentarily forgotten. “Come on, I'll show you to the Pleasure Gardens.” He rose and stretched his tired bones, setting off for the underground paradise.

In order to lighten the division between his forces, Fancy Pants had no choice but to form his own attempt at a herd. His wife had been rather haughty and petulant at first, but eventually relented. “At least consider it,” he said to the mare they'd invited into his room. “I stand to lose their respect if I cannot prove myself worthy to continue my line. Herds are considered a status symbol, thus I may be able to win them back over if I can, ahem, convince enough fertile mares to be my lovers.”

“Well I sure don't like Sombra,” admitted Limestone. “Sure, I'll bite. On a condition. No knockin' me up!”

“As you wish. I'd hate to lose a prized soldier and skilled miner,” he admitted. “Are you okay with this arrangement, dear?”

“Yes, I shall accept the arrangement.” Fleur huffed and tossed back her mane. She'd stripped to her lingerie, a mild pink number which was transparent, and lounged on her side in a sultry manner. “I suppose there's no time like the present, Limestone.”

“Yeah, yeah.” Never the type to fool around, Limestone shucked her heavy, grime-stained coveralls in a rather casual manner, revealing she was actually quite busty underneath, and even more shockingly, wearing a cutesy pair of white panties with blue stripes. “What?” She returned their stare. “They were a gift from Pinkie Pie!” She disrobed fully, chucking her stuff aside.

“How amusing,” stated Sombra while he and his companions watched this play out using the potion Inky smeared on the rock. They'd settled down into their new home which wasn't so different from the last. “So, Fancy believes himself a worthy rival?”

“Seems like he's filled with doubts to me,” noted Inky.

“At least they should put on a nice show,” said Sombra with a chuckle. “Speaking of which...” He drew Diamond Tiara over to him. “It's time you were broken in, my sweet.” She practically melted in his arms, crushed to his bare chest.

She batted her lashes. “Will you put a foal in me tonight?” He answered by drawing a palm over her thigh, below her pleated skirt, picking at the lacy panties underneath. “Hmph, I know you won't let me down! Not like all the stallions I've known!” She pleasantly shivered when Inky and Pacific denuded her, until she stood completely bare, well-shaped and smugly smirking.

Lifting a leg over his shoulder, he plunged into her sideways, his cock easily carving into her nearly untouched twat. He toyed with one of her bouncing tits, hammering away at her, while his other lovers stripped down too, putting on their own little show for his entertainment, not to mention each other's as they started to passionately kiss and fondle one-another.

At the same time Fleur slid away her panties, and unlatched her bra, openly proud of her physique which she always kept in top form. She unbuttoned Fancy's shirt, and unzipped his pants, teasing out his stallionhood.

“Not bad,” said Limestone as his wife's strokes started to make him perk up. “You're packin' more heat than I expected a fop like you could ever hope for!”

“I'm more than adequate,” he humble-bragged as he set his monocle aside. “And I certainly know Fleur's weak points.”

“Let's find yours, shall we?” Fleur sidled behind the Pie sister and traced her well-chiseled curves. “Ooh-la-la, you are strong indeed. Granted, I would not trade my perfectly-sculpted frame for anyone's, but...” She curiously traced the mare's six-pack.

“Yeah, not all guys can handle a girl with some real muscle!” Limestone laughed. “Time to put up or shut up, Fancy Pants!”

“Remember, you asked for it, madam.” He tried to toss the miner onto a bed, but she in turn flipped him over with a laugh, pinning him down while she straddled him with her weighty frame. “Ah, I see you prefer to top?” He chuckled in delight.

“No worries,” mused Fleur who traced the curve of Lime's back and over her buttocks. “He's used to it.”

“Indeed. What am I to do with you amazons?” He winced when Limestone's marehood enveloped him. “Oh-oh my...” She was almost impossibly tight, her lower muscles constricting around him painfully, until she relaxed herself to please him.

“Huh. Guess that's all you can take. Shame.” With a shrug she moved atop him, guiding his palms onto her hanging tits. Beaming with pride, she exchanged a drawn-out kiss with Fleur, who pressed her nude flesh to her.

While she bounced atop him, Limestone jabbed a couple fingers into Fleur's pastel pink cleft, juices running down it upon impact. She dug around inside her, curling the digits to toy with her g-spot, making the model-turned soldier squirm and squeal as dignity was traded for euphoria. But that only made the Pie sister dig in deeper, her touch surprisingly deft when she tried.

More boisterous laughter escaped Limestone when Fleur wailed and creamed herself. “Looks like I already conquered one of you,” she wickedly taunted. “Now...” She milked Fancy's cock, which began to throb, and barely pulled it out in time, yanking down Fleur by her mane and letting his repeated spurts splashed over a face strung-out in shameless bliss.

Between the ministrations of her lover and the sight before them, Diamond Tiara was pushed over the edge, drenching her new master's crotch while he toyed with her. Her whorish display and cries for him beckoned him into his own orgasm as he fully sheathed himself into her slit and unloaded a generations worth of sperm; fulfilling his dark promise to turn the young mare into a mother at an early age. She whined and shuddered, tears of joy in her eyes as she felt satisfied and ecstatic that her position was now secured.

As she went limp in his arms, Sombra would stroke and pet her mane while remaining locked with her. Lazily, he watched Inky and Pacific eat one-another out; licking out messy pink crevices and pulling upon inflamed pussy lips. A soft rap sounded at the entrance, which Inky had blocked with a number of their belongings.

Rather than interrupt his lovers, he reluctantly withdrew from Tiara and wiped the substance he used to spy away before he wandered over and peeked out. “If you haven't noticed by the barricade at the door, I don't wish to be... Somnambula!?" He paused, browed quirked up in surprise. "What are you doing at this hour?"

"Indeed. May I come in? Trust me, whatever you're up to, I've seen it before.” Reluctantly he lit his horn and used his aura to shift the piled up debris and junk used to block the entrance. “Just as I anticipated,” she observed blinking at the half-sleepy Diamond Tiara. “I figured she would choose you over Fancy Pants. Not that I've come to cast judgment.”

Inky sat up. “And why did you come?” She let Pacific's head rest in her lap. “Come to join us?”

“Actually, I have.” Somnambula brushed aside her sarcasm. “I've communed with the spirits, foreseen the possibilities, and believe that between you, Fancy, or Spike, your scheme offers the best possibility of success over the Eldritch.”

Sombra let out a scoff. "I have no need of the spirits to guide my ambitions, seer. So I'd best hope these visions will provide a more detailed path, should I be inclined to allow within my small herd. For if this is some form of treachery..." He added threateningly as his eyes glowed.

“No tricks. I swear upon all I believe in. And as an act of good faith, I am willing to offer myself to you.” The priestess undid her already slight and transparent costume, letting it droop to pool about her feet. She removed her headpiece, and shook her turquoise mane, standing naked before them. “I am yours, if that's what it takes. Please, save Equestria!”

“I say we let her in,” said Pacific. “She was one of the Pillars, wasn't she? Super-talented, I'm sure!”

Grumbles escaped Tiara who feared she'd be overshadowed so quickly. “Well, I suppose everyone here will have to cast their lot with either Fancy or Sombra eventually!” She rubbed her belly, hopeful his seed had taken root.

While his concubines listed off how valuable having her within their group would be, he was busy studying the ankh upon her bare bountiful chest. She was a very down to earth mare, whose wisdom would certainly help in discussing new actions and plans as the battle against... well, everyone at this point raged on.

But rather than consummate a union with this latest acquisition immediately, he turned to Inky and Pacific. “Draw a bath,” he requested. "She is a special case. I'd rather not soil her in a way some perverted commoner would. Let's treat her like the royal jewel that she is~."

While grumbling among themselves how unfair for him to not treat all of them the same way when he took them, they'd nonetheless furnished a makeshift water basin by collect water from underground veins; which he easily heated with a simple spell.

Taking a step inside to make sure it wouldn't break in, he smiled and commended each of his mares before turning to the newcomer, offering a hand to her. “I reasoned you'd appreciate this! I know how much rituals mean to you~”

“You honor me.” She tittered and took his hand. Pretty soon water they'd collected from filled buckets was dumped into the tub, which was barely roomy enough for him and the priestess. Somnambula added perfumes to the steamy waters from her belongings, and oiled it up, rubbing it into her skin starting with her face and slathering down her now shiny curves.

Closing her eyes, she pleasantly surrendered to his touch, as he worked to massage out the kinks in her supple flesh. He'd take his time breaking this one in, further expanding his position as would-be ruler of the alliance. From what they knew she was the last surviving member of the Pillars. Most of them couldn't adapt well to this new age.

He'd seen a similar phenomena with his former followers, the crystal ponies forever out of their time. But by choosing him, she proved herself an exception to her peers. Yes, he'd take good care of her, like he did all wise enough to join his herd.

Returning to her quarters with sister in tow, Beatrix placed her cape over the entrance to grant them some privacy. “Warn me if anyone comes this way, okay fellows?” She grinned at the currently docile eyes and mouths on her garments. “Sorry about this, but I'm not sure how I'm going to explain who you are to everyone here. Lots of them hardly trust me, as it is!”

Bellatrix shrugged with a tail flick. “They should be afraid of me. I'm a monster, after all!” She cackled deviously, a hand planted on a shapely hip while she took in the sparse cove. “Quaint little place you have here, sis.”

“It's only a temporary hideaway,” she assured her while she sat and placed Sunset's diary out. “Huh, collecting ingredients for alchemy in this wasteland won't be easy. I've seen a few roots and such, but that's about it. Guess I'll have to cannibalize some of my old potions, hope I can make do with that. All I need do is fool this book with an enchantment.” She traced its cover.

“Maybe I can help? I do have some knowledge of the dark arts, at least.” She bent over, studying the cutie mark symbol.

“Sure, any help is appreciated!” Patting the empty area before her, the succubus settled across from her. Raw materials and a variety of tubes were laid out. Hours passed while they worked, mixing and measuring small traces of an experimental concoction, until they were finally able to achieve something workable for their ends. “Ta-da! Hope this works!”

She didn't want to think about how pissed Sunset might be if she ruined her keepsake. Cautiously she mixed slivers of different potions into an empty tube, the liquids foaming, bubbling, and hissing as colored mists arose. Corking it, she carefully shook the glass, careful to use just the right amount of force or otherwise the volatile contents might explode!

The finished product didn't look particularly impressive, more akin to discolored milk. When she opened it Primadonna scrunched up her nose at the sour reek. Beatrix simply tittered, used to this after all the times she and Flurry Heart did their own alchemy experiments. Gradually she dripped out small traces, just the portion needed to cover Shimmer's symbol.

“Twilight would kill me if she saw me deface a book like this...hope I can change it back when this is done!” But she knew there were much greater concerns at the moment, like saving what remained of this Equestria.

Looping the now empty tube with her tail, Bellatrix plucked it up and set it aside. Several minutes passed while their work settled. And when it finally did, the sun symbol morphed before their eyes, taking on an eye shape similar to her Prima Materia. She immediately opened to a blank page, took a pen that Sunset provided her with, and began to write inside it.

While she worked she occasionally glanced up at Primadonna, who from the way she was shifting her bottom on the cool stone was obviously bored and horny, not that she could blame her! It was in the she-devil's hedonistic nature, after all. It was almost like a curse, to constantly be driven by such carnal needs, a compulsion which had rendered her a complete nymphomaniac.

“Don't mind me, sister. Take care of your needs however you need to!”

With a grin Primadonna spread her legs, and worked her spade-tipped tail up into her pink cavity, fondling her pendulous breasts while she did so. Her elongated tongue worked around both of her nipples, licking and squeezing them, her asscheeks smooshed upon a flat surface as she rubbed her asshole against it, seeking all the stimulation she could find.

Unfortunately for someone like her who'd tasted so many lustful delicacies it proved rather difficult to truly satisfy her anymore. Writhing in torment, moaning on the edge of an insane climax she could never quite reach, needy tears dotted the corners of her eyes. Beatrix frowned and furrowed her brow, worrying more than ever she might turn to this Sombra to better sate her.

All she could do was try and support Primadonna. She had a similar compulsion, didn't she? She was subconsciously programmed before birth to become her father's perfect mate, and while this was a different Shining Armor, the same need applied. All she could do was try and resist it, knowing others wouldn't or couldn't understand her unique nature.

The fresh aroma of exotic flowers hit Spike's nostrils all at once. He directed his new allies into the Pleasure Gardens, where a variety of mares were already lazing about naked as the day they were born, giggling while they plucked fresh fruit, rested in the open, or swam in the tranquil waters. He took the lead, waving to Fluttershy and Tree Hugger who swam to meet him.

“Hey there cuties,” he said while kneeling beside the bank. “How are my girls doing?”

“Wonderful! Autumn Breeze too,” said Shy who nodded at the Kirin bathing under the waterfall. “Oh, is that-?”

“Yeah, welcome home, Shining Armor and Trixie! Turns out a lot of old friends are okay!” He rattled off a series of names, disrobing and sidling between them in the lustrous pool. “Hey everyone, why not take a dip, too?”

Shining hesitated, blushing and awkwardly turning aside when his sister stripped down near him. While they'd bathed together plenty of times as children, it was still tough to see her as a sexual creature. But when he saw Trixie casually disrobe with a wave of a hand, banishing her entire costume, he gulped and started to undress himself, trying not to stare at all the beautiful, full naked mares all around him. His eyes drifted to Sunset Shimmer, who dipped her feet in with a swish.

“Huh, that was faster than expected.” Sunset took Twilight's diary which was set aside and glowed with a low hum. Words were rapidly manifesting in its pages about Beatrix's current maneuverings. “Well, at least we know it works now. Seems she's also found another old friend of hers, Bellatrix Primadonna. Bad news, too. Looks like Sombra's expanded his power base.”

She wrote some notes back about their current situation, chewing on the tip of her pin between lines. Thanking her, she promised to keep in contact later, before she closed the cover and safely placed it far from the waters back in a case, before she dove in. Immediately she waded up to Shining who already had Trixie teasingly draped on him. “Sure you aren't stirred a tad?”

“With all this prime pony pussy presented, how can he not be?” He wasn't certain whether it was more Trixie's vulgarity, the way she and Sunset were caressing his drenched muscles, or all the gorgeous women displayed all over, but his dark gray stallionhood finally started to perk up. He sunk a little lower to hide himself. “Ooh, I think it's working, Sunset!”

Her hand fished below, as did Shimmer's, while they stroked his cock and fondled his testicles. He sucked in a hiss between clenched teeth, teased until he was fully erect, catching the eye of Twilight who flushed while she sidled close to Spike. However the dragon was already swarmed by Shy, Hugs, and Autumn, while Ember and Smolder watched over the proceedings.

Among the mares he also spotted Rarity and Sweetie Belle, who lounged amidst the fields. Most of the males were lost in the initial attack, with more being slain with those that followed; if the Eldritch hadn't drawn out his torture in attempt to break Beatrix he would be lost, too. Instead he was left to carry the burden of all the soldiers under his command he'd lost.

“Take the stick out, white knight, and stop pretending like you don't absolutely love all this!” Trixie mashed her slippery bosom upon his powerful chest. She directed one of his free hands to clasp one of her buttocks. “You ready for the next step, stud?”

“N-not yet,” he admitted still hesitant to do the deed with his sister anywhere near.

“That's too bad.” Sunset rubbed his back, placing his free hand upon her butt. “I mean, there's no need to rush, but everyone will expect us to do the deed soon. It's...the only way to make certain I've been passed from the Dragon Lord to you. Spike'll likely hold another ritual orgy tomorrow, which means you'll have to perform in the open. Think you're up to it?”

“Well, I'm not sure if-”

“Remember,” noted Trixie. “Twilight said she has some potions for your little problem! And if a Trixie and Sunset tag-team aren't enough to drive you wild, you're hopeless! You'll have to put Beatrix Belladonna in here eventually!” She patted her belly. He winced and throbbed when the pair started to stroke him faster, playing with his flared tip.

He closed his eyes and surrendered to their touch, his thoughts on Cadance, and the first time they'd made love long before their marriage. She'd want him to be happy. He smiled and exhaled sharply, spilling his seed while his fingers dug into their ample buttflesh. Trixie cupped her hands and scooped up the sperm-ridden waters, lewdly slurping the soup down with bedroom eyes.

He held them close to him, content to simply wallow in the moment.

It truly was the closest thing left to paradise in Equestria. None who came here ever wanted to leave, most only doing so out of a sense of duty. Spike had almost lost himself completely to temptation here many times, and knew all too well how seductive it might prove to Shining; but he welcomed the newcomers in with open arms, relieved there were more people he could share his burden with.

When the time came to deal with the Eldritch, the alliance would have to stand united under one ruler.