Fucking Yourself Across The Universe!
There are some passions almost impossible to fulfill. Or such would be the case were Equestria not a land suffused in magic. However, there were also potential risks and consequences. Where once the Mirror Pond rested now a barren cleft rested. Thew cult of the nemesis had all but obliterated the land, which the survivors now tirelessly worked to rebuild.
Nevertheless, Trixie Lulamoon concerned herself little with that. She'd more than done her part to save the world and deserved her rest. Taking her caravan on the road to tour, she traveled with her closest friend Starlight Glimmer, who was currently away to collect materials for their next show. She was the first human here, transformed by the Necronomicon, the accursed tome once wielded by the cult. Transmuted into such an exotic creature, her popularity had exploded overnight, certainly helped by the fact that she'd invite the most handsome stallions at her show to volunteer for some private time...
Dressed in a leotard,so high-cut around her foal-bearing thighs and plump buttocks wedged within its thong, it was open-backed, a short cape sweeping behind her. A wide-brimmed hat topped her dome, fingerless gloves rising to her upper arms, heeled boots high above her knees. Yellow stars decorated the purple garments. Heavy breasts nearly spilled from the top.
“Such a shame.” She sighed, her voice echoing through the dank caverns lit by glowing rocks. “Trixie is rather curious...”
Her heels clicked when she strolled around the rock. “Ah well, I suppose it wouldn't be wise to meddle with such things, anyhow.” It seemed like lifetimes ago when Pinkie Pie had unleashed a horde of herself upon Ponyville. “Still, what Trixie wouldn't do for simply one temporary copy of herself, at least for a day. A woman has needs, after all!”
Almost on cue a low hum sounded. Something sliced into the fabric of reality itself, cutting an oval into mid-air, which shimmered bluish-white. From it stepped a pair of human women. The first was her beloved daughter, Beatrix Belladonna, who wore a similar costume of a lavender shade to match her skin color, the star symbols replaced by almond shaped-eyes and thin lips which were currently closed; a constant reminder that she was a product of the Necronomicon's influence.
“Hey mom,” she said with a toss of her platinum mane tinged in a shade of mild purple. “I'm back! And I brought company!”
Behind her came another Trixie who appeared to be her twin. “What the-”
“I am the Great and Powerful Trixie, of course!” The second arrival twinkled her fingers with a flourish, the nexus carved between realities closing behind them. “Anyhow, our lovely daughter stumbled upon me, and decided to bring me along!”
The first Trixie cocked an eyebrow. “But didn't you warn me taking somepony else across dimensions is dangerous?”
“Yes,” admitted Beatrix. “But I didn't have much choice but to risk it. You see, there's an infinite number of worlds out there, some even worse than ours by far, if you can believe it? Anyhow, her planet was doomed...” She lowered her head.
“Yes...Trixie...I'm the final survivor,” she said dropping her act. “I should be sadder, but...somehow I'm just empty.”
Beatrix squeezed her arm. “Maybe it hasn't settled in yet. But we'll take care of you. Thankfully, you survived the trip. There's always a risk you'll be torn into countless shreds whenever I transport you're transported across realities!”
“It was my risk to take,” the second Trixie reminded her. “It was that our slowly die on a husk of a world, after all.”
“Well, that's depressing.” The first Trixie shuddered. Perhaps this was a world where she'd failed and lost all her loved ones? "My baby comes home, and already I'm embroiled in another crazed story!"
“Anyhow, I wanted you two to meet each other!” Beatrix switched subjects in attempt to cheer them up, clasping a hand around her Prima Materia, an eye-shaped jewel which held together her cape. “You're my moms!”
“But I'm the one who birthed you,” the first one claimed.
“Oh? Is that a challenge?” The second stalked to meet her double, soon so close they were nose-to-nose, bulbous bosoms smooshed together. Perky nipples poked into the thin fabric and kissed. “Mmm, you're not bad.” She cupped a hand over a buttock, kneading it between her digits and poking her nails into the supple, fatty flesh. “All because you're me, of course.”
“You mean you're me!” Trixie similar started to explore her double, landing smacks and gropes on her plush asscheeks.
A snicker escaped Belladonna. “I see you two have made friends fast!” She sat upon a rock. “Oh, don't mind me!” She'd crossed the line with both of them already. But that was hardly a surprise; she'd been subconsciously programmed before her birth by her mother, molded to be her father Shining Armor's perfect mate, her shapely form molded to suit his tastes.
Not that she'd remotely minded. Thanks to Trixie's influence, she even had a bit of Twilight Sparkle in her, denoted by the colorization of her skin. An unrequited crush her mother once harbored. And with the use of her Prima Materia, she could switch between an anthropomorphic, unicorn, or human forms, the latter she chose to match her newest companion.
“The hats are kind of in the way,” the first Trixie noted. She clicked her fingers, and her entire costume was banished, bulbous tits spilling loose and knocking together. Pepperoni-like pink areola topped them. “Ha! Can you do that?”
“Easily!” A snap sounded and the second likewise stripped herself in a flash. “I am far superior!”
“Let's test that, then, shall we?” She poised with hands on her hips. “A contest, then.”
“What, like a magic duel? Ha! That is child's play for the-”
“No. A contest of sexual exploits. Whoever cums first, loses. A simple orgasm doesn't count. I'll make you cream all over me!”
“You're on! Now, bend over bitch!” She summoned a unicorn's horn which emerged from her temple, and attempted to encircle her in her aura, but her counterpart did the same, immediately deflecting the spellcraft. They wrestled one-another to the ground, snarling and rolling about while they wrestled, determined to dominate their newfound rival.
Pretty soon they were trying to pin the other down. Beatrix called upon her own horn, and likewise denuded herself, spreading her legs while she watched the show play out. Her cheeks colored, and she parted her swollen vulva lips, which exposed the pink canal. Goo dripped from her throbbing cervix and dribbled over her puckered asshole. Her inflamed lovebud glistened.
One of her mothers had managed to restrain the other, and mounted her, pressing their moist cunts together. “I'm going to fuck you into submission,” she cried grinding their slits. The pussy lips madeout, leaving strings of feminine juices tethering them, their clits similarly rubbing and mashing. They squealed, their lower holes contracting as a mini climax crashed over them.
“A tie,” the second one huffed in outrage.
“That...doesn't count,” answered the first as their milkjugs repeatedly heaved. “Just a warm up session!”
It was perhaps the best show Beatrix had ever seen. She schlick herself faster, spatters of cunt nectar shooting over her fingers. With her other hand she explored her butthole, now knuckle-deep into the warm hole which closed around her.
Wanting to further escalate this, she twinkled her fingers and summoned a small cloud above the Trixies, which rained droplets of oil which drizzled over their voluptuous physiques. Soon they were shiny and almost appeared to glow. They'd flipped against, one seating her face upon the other, while they started to bury their tongues into any orifices they could find.
Swishing and digging, parting and fingering, no hole was left unmolested. Switching between slow, sensual caresses, and aggressive assaults, they worked to make their twin surrender. “Just...give in already,” whined one of them.
“You first turbo slut,” taunted the other whose face was similarly flushed.
“Play nice you two,” teased Belladonna whose thighs were now thoroughly soaked. Teeth were nibbling and pulling on twat lips, slurping on the sweet-and-salty, velvety folds. “Hmmm, seems like we can take this even further?”
She decided to cast one of her mother's favorite spells when she was feeling extra kinky. But who to aim it at? She could hardly tell one from the other by now. “Think fast,” she called summoning an orb of energy atop her palm and chucking it at them.
Launching the sphere, the duo wrestled to be on top, one of them being struck by the ball which splattered and dissipated. “Ooh,” cried Trixie when her insides started to pleasantly burn. “This is-” Heat radiated in her crotch.
Suddenly, her flesh twisted, and a stallion's cock jutted out, hanging loose. It landed and slapped her doppleganger across the face, its girth covered in a dense network of veins, swollen testicles drooping below it. The flared tip wept a bead of precum which smeared her double's face. She chuckled evilly and slapped her cheek with the half-erect girth a couple of times.
“No fair...umph,” cried Trixie who'd made the mistake of opening her mouth, only to have the horsecock violently shoved into it. She wrapped her hands around the back of her head, and started to roughly facefuck her with crazed humps, the fatty cock distending her throat as she hilted her and sunk the horsemeat down her prey's warm and wet gullet.
Of course her triumph was short-lived, as despite how wonderful it felt to dominate herself, if she came she'd certainly lose her duel. And already she was starting to edge herself, her stallionhood throbbing as she nearly lost control. “F-fuck,” she whimpered as more precum spilled free and coated her cocksleeve's tongue. “T-Trixie can't-”
Seizing the moment, the kneeling Trixie yanked free, mouth still connected to her dominatrix by ribbons of mixed saliva and pre. “My turn,” she yelled in triumph, working her own spell to somehow steal her cock which vanished from one Trixie and appeared upon the other. “You bend over bitch,” she taunted flipping her over and grabbing her by the hair.
She plunged into her already drenched twat, impaling her cervix-entrance deep on the first thrust. Squeals sounded below her, and she fucked her hard as she could, her flesh jostling below while she pulled her tresses and spanked her. Asscheeks wobbled and red handprints marked her with each brutal slap. “You like that, huh, whore? You like personally being fucktoy?!”
“Y-yes,” cried Trixie with tears of absolute joy in her eyes. “You win! Just let me...unf,” she squeaked eyes rolling into her head and tongue lolling out when she creamed herself. She quaked all over with a continuous moan, her hanging titties bouncing and slapping about. Sprays of her repeated squirts splashed down her inner thighs, completely conquered by now.
“Now, for the finishing touch! Take it, you foal-factory!” Grunting when she sheathed herself one last time, with such force she pierced all the way into her cervix and bottomed out in its slippery, contracted walls, her balls churned when they unloaded, shooting bursts of dense stallion milk into her uterus. Painting her hot interior to overfill, eggs swam in the sloshing sea of semen, so virile they'd no doubt easily knock her up if she didn't take a contraceptive potion in time.
She continued to ravish her, forcing her to ride out multiple orgasms which continually drenched her crotch, squeezing out the last drops. “L-looks like I win after all,” she announced with heaves of her oily bosom while she finished draining herself.
“No...one last card to play!” A wet pop sounded when Trixie pulled free her impaled pussy, gaping and dripping a mixture of masculine and feminine release. “Looks like I know a few spells you don't! Like this!” Pentagrams made of ethereal energies were constructed upon the air, summoned by her witchcraft, as she summoned a gateway to a hellish dimension.
“Uh, careful now-” Beatrix's eyes went wide when something started to crawl free. She was nearly exhausted herself, having came over a dozen times while she watched her mothers perform, and wasn't certain she could shut down a spell if it went awry.
A mass slithered free. It was like a bloated balloon of twisted flesh, this eldritch abomination covered in a wreath of writhing tentacles, not unlike similar monstrosities Belladonna had encountered when she'd traversed the pages of the Necronomicon where entire worlds were trapped. It floated freely, expanding momentarily each time the creature pulsed.
“What the fuck is that?!” Trixie shivered and took a step backwards.
However it offered them little time to so much as take it in. Coils unfurled from the hellbeast, shooting out and wrapping around the trio at rapid speeds. These thick extensions were wet, slippery, and covered in pulsating suckers. They wrapped around midsections, lifting them into the air. “Wait, not me and Beatrix, you-” An “Urk,” escaped her when one penetrated her mouth.
“It's so slimy,” murmured Beatrix when its firm grasp tightened around her midsection. Juices slathered over her, making her slimy and shimmery, a pair of coils tightening around her wrists and pinning them behind her back. More seized her ankles, and spread her legs wide open as they could, more poised before her fuckholes. She didn't really mind being taken by this rabid animal, her sole fear that they might not survive the union were it too violent with them or saw them as food.
Soon the Trixies were similar soaked with a precum-like substance smeared all over them. By now the stallionhood had contracted into the ether, and they were pressed atop one-another, breast-to-breast, the lower one's legs lifted up so that her ankles surrounded the sides of her head. The top one was similarly placed in a compromising doggy-style position, ready to be bred like the piece of meat the monster reduced its new fuckslaves to. Trixie started to work a fresh spell.
“Don't,” warned Beatrix. “If it sees you as a threat, it might kill you. Let's try and ride this out, okay?” It was a gamble either way, but her instincts told her it would go badly wrong if they tried to fight it. And she had to admire a selfish motive, curious about how well the abomination could breed them. She'd let a number of such 'conquer' her only to turn the tables before!
Perhaps she could wear it out? Already her mothers were getting into it, their mouths locking with wet smacks, tongues dancing. Soft coos escaped them. Tentacles pushed into her lower holes, carving their canals wide open. Teeth nibbled upon lips, their hips pressing into the invaders, which sank ever deeper, until they entirely filled their bowels and wombs.
Nor was Belladonna spared a similar fate, joyously crying out when she was triple-penetrated at once. A mind-blowing climax immediately almost shut down her brain, reducing her to a ragged, drooling mess, her legs reflexively spreading wider in submission, welcoming the creature to violate her like it wished. So long as they survived, she'd gladly be its bitch for a while!
It pistoned in-and-out of the trio, lewd squelches sounding, splatters of viscous fem cum spraying from their foalholes. The alien constantly hammered away at them, probing their interiors, more parts of it coiling around their tits, clits, and buttocks, massaging their spongy g-spots. They'd never been so thoroughly dominated in their lives, bliss searing them to their ovaries.
Their stomachs bulged with each push, stretching in the shapes of the coils stretching their watery womb walls, bundling up inside them so tightly they feared their stomachs would explode outwards. Nonetheless that merely made them cum even harder.
Supple bodies quaked and thrashed. Trixie continued to passionately kiss herself, their slime-coated breasts wetly slapping. An otherworldly cry erupted from seemingly nowhere, the bizarre freak's tentacles throbbing and jamming up like hoses when they blew their loads in unison. Their insides were filled nearly to boosting, swelling out like they'd been impregnated as torrents of spunk her sprayed inside the troika, and their minds temporarily went blank when they sprayed their twat nectar all over.
Their bodies were dropped into a pile as the tendrils withdrew. Gaping holes oozed with the overflow. More splooge was released all over their pleasantly battered and worn down bodies, still breathing heavily, faces flushed a bright pink. Satisfied, the monster withdrew back into the pentagrams, which closed behind it like it had never been there.
“W-wow,” murmured Trixie who was unable to say more when her twin kissed her. They swapped the cum between them, swishing it between their maws, rolling it about. It stuck to their gums and between their teeth, tongues coated white.
They were wrestling in semen and their womanly honey, and started to scissor each other, still not satisfied. “Insatiable as always,” mumbled Beatrix with a chuckle. But she was soon back to fingerbanging her sexholes, too.
A part of her hated the idea that she'd have to leave. She'd finally returned home for a short visit, and helped her mother fulfill a fantasy in the process. She'd finally mastered the ability to safely stay in one dimension for a length of time.
But there was still so much she needed to learn about herself. At least she could leave another Trixie here to keep her mother company? Plus, she imagined it would spice up her and Starlight's sex life! She decided to stick around for a few days, at least. Enough time for a short vacation. Maybe she'd drop in and say hello to her half-sister Flurry Heart, too.
Her moms soon fucked each other into a stupor. Beatrix rose, still drenched in masculine and feminine releases, and with a smirk patted the sleeping women. “Tee-hee. What a day.” She licked the gooey chunks from her palms. It was meant to be a contest, but in truth, they'd all come out the winners in this little session. Sometimes, it was the simple pleasures in life!