Adjusting her backpack, Twilight stormed through the front door of her home. Though she heard her mother’s greeting from the kitchen, she ignored it outright, as she stomped up the stairs. Making a beeline to her room, she closed and locked the door behind herself. One small grace, if it could be called that, was that her brother was gone on a week-long field trip.
Sharing a house with her parents and her brother was, at the best of times, a trial. It meant she rarely got any personal space or time to herself, so she fully intended on relishing the all too brief respite of her absent sibling. Yeah, she could go to the nearby park, but it wasn’t the same as having a true space of her own. Thankful to be home, she breathed a sigh of relief; the day, like so many others, had been absolutely miserable.
Her morning had started out alright, however little else had. School was boring, as always, but that was only one contributing factor. She’d forgotten her lunch, she kicked herself for only making an A- on a quiz, and got sweaty during gym class, though those weren’t the worst part - no, that dubious honor went to Sunset Shimmer, an insufferable classmate of hers.
It didn’t bother Twilight that people tended to avoid her, that was usually just a minor annoyance, yet Sunset wasn’t like the other students. Where many of her classmates simply kept their distance, occasionally whispering about how she was “cursed”, the young girl had always been a thorn in her side. Hell, if she had to guess, the bully was the one responsible for half of the rumors about her.
Only a month into the first semester of the school year, Twilight wasn’t sure if she’d be able to endure it. Angrily tossing her book bag to the corner, she kicked her shoes off and flopped onto her bed. Wrapping her arms around her pillow, her fingers grazed the thick leather binding of her most prized treasure. Pulling the battered tome from under her pillow, she studied the book.
She’d found it at a local flea market, buried in a box of old and outdated textbooks. Curiously, the strange volume held no title or distinguishable author, yet the mysteries only started there. The writing which lay within was far, far more interesting than its time-worn exterior. It only took her one look at it to pay the vendor a measly five dollars for the thing. Concealing the grimoire under her jacket, she’d secreted the item home.
The first night she’d had the book in her possession had been a long one. Digging into it, within the seclusion of her bedroom, Twilight lost herself to the enigmatic tome. Most of the text was rambling and almost nonsensical, including records about dark entities or forbidden rituals, though most of it made sense.
Pouring over the therimoire, she lost track of time. Before she knew it, the sun peeked through her window, reminding her that she had a full day school ahead of her. All throughout her classes, she’d struggled to stay awake and couldn’t drag her thoughts from her newfound prize.
“Twi, Honey? I...Is everything alright?” Velvet called, snapping her back to the present.
“I’m fine, Mom!” Twilight shouted, snatching a calculator from her nightstand and leveling it at the doorway.
“Well, alright. I just wanted to -” Velvet was cut off, as something impacted the door. “I...I’ll just be in the living room, if you need me,” she stammered, retreating towards the stairs.
Left to her own devices, for the time being, Twilight held the book aloft. There was one particular incantation which had captured her interest. The ritual supposedly evoked a demon to curse someone, though there was some nebulous mention of a price to be paid. Given her keen interest in the matter, as well as her loathing of Sunset, she resigned herself to try it.
At worst, nothing would happen and her miserable life would continue; though if it did work, conjuring some eldritch fiend, it may mark a turning point in her youth. Unfortunately, the ceremony was very specific about the details. She’d need to start it at midnight, while nude and make a very specific sort of offering. Marking the page, she slipped the book back under her pillow.
The rest of the afternoon was, like usual, painfully boring; she quietly ate dinner with her family, forced herself to do some necessary homework, and frittered away her time online. The only interesting part of her evening involved sneaking into her brother’s room to borrow a necessary item. Slinking into her sibling’s room, as she was busy showering, Twilight stole a dildo from Shining’s underwear drawer. The only reason she knew it was there was because she’d overheard Cadance, her brother’s girlfriend, mentioning it.
Scampering back to her bedchamber, she stashed the item within her closet until she needed it. Fortunately, with Shining away, nobody would come looking for the missing sex toy. If Twilight had to guess, Cadance wouldn’t be bold or foolish enough to come and ask for the thing. Once the dong was hidden away, she returned to her online gaming.
Engrossed with her computer, the hours flew by relatively quickly. Wiping her face and checking her clock, she realized it was almost time. Considering how late it was, she wouldn’t likely be disturbed, but she locked her door and blocked it with a chair anyways, just as a precaution. Unbuttoning her skirt, she began to ready herself.
The first step involved drawing a summoning circle. Twilight had bought some red chalk from an art supply store, under the guise that it was for a school project. Consulting the grimoire, she meticulously recreated the sigil on her carpet. Filled with odd designs and indecipherable runes, which she only recognized a few of, it took her the better part of an hour to accurately draw the thing.
The second portion of the ritual would be the trickiest part. Apparently, she was supposed to violate her ass while chanting a strange hymn. Being utterly inexperienced with anything sexual, Twilight knew it wasn’t going to be pleasant, though she’d made up her mind; if jamming something into her tush meant she’d get a hellish creature to do her bidding, she’d suffer through it.
Stripping naked, she fetched the purloined dildo and knelt at the circle’s edge. Setting the open tome beside herself, ensuring it was on the proper page, she licked and slobbered on the sex toy. Without any sort of proper lube, her only option was to use saliva. Getting it as slick as possible, she brought it to her backdoor.
Pressing it to her pucker, Twilight knelt and positioned it behind herself. Resting its base on the floor, she slowly bore down on the dong. Just as she began to think it wouldn’t fit, the tip popped into her, causing her to whimper. It wasn’t comfortable, that much was for certain, but it wasn’t as bad as she’d imagined.
Giving herself a moment to adjust to the intrusion, she looked over at the clock. With only three minutes to go until midnight, she started to read from the book. While she had no idea what the unholy words meant, she repeated them over and over. Gradually, she rocked her hips forward and back, rhythmically driving the dildo in and out of her sensitive hole.
The entire situation was weird, to say the least. Fucking her rump on the sex toy, while she recited the unknowable chant over and over again, it was almost like a depraved juggling act. Closing her eyes to blink, she found her room had gone pitch black. Not only had her computer inexplicably turned off, but her bedside lamp had gone dark as well.
Slowing, looking around in confusion, her eyes adjusted to the lack of light. It wasn’t until she heard a low, ominous chuckle that she looked up. There, standing at the circle’s center, some two paces away, was the silhouette of a thing…
Roughly as tall as herself, the creature’s body was slender and feminine. It’s body was, as far as she could tell, one of a teenage woman, yet something just felt off about the thing. While it took her a moment to notice it, as her eyes adjusted, there were definitely features of the being that were distinctly inhuman.
The strangest aspects of the thing were, by far, the otherworldly additions. A gnarled horn sat atop the creature’s head, though that wasn’t the most glaring issue. Long, tentacle-like growths sprouted from her wings - yes, her wings. At her groin, hanging in the cool air, was the largest dick Twilight had ever seen.
If she had to guess, the appendage belonged to some sort of equine, but it was clearly affixed to the being standing before it. Long and traced with veins, it had to be nearly as thick as her wrist. Its tip, unlike a man’s, was blunt and nearly fat. Regardless of what the creature was, she knew it definitely wasn’t something natural.
“Summoned all this way and I don’t even get a hello,” the creature murmured, leering at her with glowing, turquoise eyes. Without waiting for a response, she walked free of the sigil and began sluggishly circling the girl.
“Wh...wh...wh…” Twilight stammered, frozen in place. The only part of her that moved was her eyes, as she watched the thing moving around her.
“Wh...wh...what’s my name? Why, dear sweet thing, you can call me Sparkle,” the demon tutted, coming to a halt before her. Squatting down, bringing their faces closer, she looked the girl in the eye. “And you are…”
“T...Twilight,” she sputtered, swallowing hard.
Despite having read through the grimoire several times, she hadn’t been prepared for this outcome. Sure, it said the ritual would allow her to conjure an infernal servant, though it hadn’t detailed what they would look like or how they would act. A twisted parody of a woman, the demon’s presence sent a cold chill up her spine.
“Well, Twilight,” Sparkle began, licking her lips, “I’m sure you called upon me for a purpose?”
Shaking her head, Twilight was reminded of the reason why she was sitting naked with a dildo lodged in her ass, before the fiend. “I...I want you to curse someone,” she stammered, looking up at her oddly enticing.
Excited clapping her hands, Sparkle practically danced in place. “Oh goody goody! It’s been ages since I’ve been given the opportunity to hex some poor soul,” she giggled, grinning from ear to ear.
“Her name is Sunset and she’s a total bitch,” Twilight explained, practically spitting the name out.
“Aaaaaaah, a malediction of spite! How delightfully petty!” the demon guffawed, stepping back. “Come now, little one, stand and let old Sparkle have a good look at you!” she continued, ushering the teen to comply.
Doing as asked, Twilight pushed herself up. As she got to her feet, the dildo slipped from her snug confines and fell to the carpet. Reminded her of how shameful she must have looked, feeling her pucker grasp at nothing, so she did her best to cover herself. Despite being small and relatively androgynous, with virtually non-existent curves or breasts, she blushed.
“No need for such modesty!” Sparkle tutted, dismissively waving her hand. Appraising the girl’s from head to toe, drinking in every inch of her vulnerable, young form, she beamed. “And a virgin too...My, my, my, aren’t I the lucky one…”
“I...It’s not like I care if I’m a virgin or not. I just don’t have a boyfriend, that’s all!” Twilight protested, suddenly self-conscious about her lack of carnal experience.
“Now now, nothing to be ashamed of,” the demon teased, stepping closer. “If you wanted I could gladly remedy that little problem of yours,” she muttered, dragging one tendril up the teen’s leg. “Of course, it would only cost you your eternal soul, but that’s hardly a small price to pay for a good lay - wouldn’t you say?”
Glaring at the beast, Twilight knit her brow. “Can you curse Sunset or not? I don’t have time for some useless pervert!”
“Strictly business, I can appreciate that. Of course I can hex this girl, though it will come with a price. You -” her words fell flat, as there was a knocking at the door.
“Twilight?” Velvet loudly inquired, trying the doorknob. “Honey, I heard you talking. You know you have school tomorrow. What are you doing in there?”
“Fuck,” Twilight cursed, kicking the sex toy under her bed.
Scrambling for a shirt and scattering some dirty clothes onto the summoning circle, she flew into a panic. The last thing she needed was for her mom to walk in on her, buck naked, talking to some hellish entity in the middle of the night. Slipping a blouse, she heard a soft Click and turned towards the door.
Standing by the exit, having unlocked the door, Sparkle smiled back at her. Without a word, she undid the lock and turned the handle, allowing Velvet to enter. Twilight could do nothing but watch, as her mother walked inside, right past the hideous demon, and looked at her.
Looking around, with her gaze passing directly over Sparkle, Velvet eventually turned to her daughter. “Who were you talking to?”
“Uh…” Twilight grunted, attempting to process everything that was going on. “I was - Ummm - just reciting a few lines from a story we’re reading in class. There’s a test on Thursday and it helps me remember,” she lied through her teeth, praying her mother would buy it.
Cocking her hips, Velvet squinted at the girl. “Well, test or not, you need your rest. Try to get some sleep, please,” she sighed, steadily turning around and walking out the door.
“Ok, Mom, I’ll try,” Twilight exhaled, watching her mother retreat from view.
Either her mom was blind or she’d completely missed the fiendish figure standing not but a few feet away. Looking to her guest, the girl was left to conclude there was some sort of sorcery involved. “Can she see you?” she quietly asked, trotting over to the doorway.
“Of course not. If everyone could see me, there’d be another Spanish inquisition!” Sparkle tittered.
Turning away from the demon, closing and locking her bedroom door, Twilight was interrupted by the sensation of something creeping up her thigh. Looking back, she noticed one of Sparkle’s tentacles slithering towards her backside. Thankfully, since she saw it before it could get to her loins, she was able to swat at it and retreat.
“Such a prude,” Sparkle groaned, rolling her eyes. “Well, if you really want to forge a contract with me, you’d better get used to it. Also, just to clarify, you are the only one who can see or hear me…”
Strolling over to her bed, Twilight seated herself. “So...what are the specifics about this contract?”
“It’s a simple affair, really,” the demon said, easing herself down beside her. “If you can endure my presence for twenty-four hours, you’ll be granted your wish.”
“What’s the catch…” the teen hissed, leering at her guest.
“Clever girl,” Sparkle chuckled, wrapping one arm around her shoulders. “You can’t cum, not a once, even though you’ll certainly want to.”
“Wait - that’s it?” Twilight murmured, eyeing her warily.
“That’s it, she says,” Sparkle parroted, giggling to herself. “Dear, I assure you, it’s not that simple, though I admire your naiveté.” Pulling the girl to herself, ignoring Twilight’s modest resistance, she leaned towards her ear. “So, what do you say? Do we have a deal?”
As close as she was, there Twilight couldn’t ignore the smell. The demon reeked, like some combination of unwashed bodies, sex, and sulfur. Pungent odor or not, she had a decision to make. A full day of having her around couldn’t be that difficult - could it? Steeling her resolve, looking the creature dead in her unholy eyes, she nodded.
“Then let’s shake on it,” the demon darkly hummed, extending a hand.
Wrapping her fingers around the monster’s grubby mit, Twilight sealed the deal. As soon as they shook hands, a profane glow lit the demon’s eyes. A cold chill ran up her spine, almost as if her body railed against her choice to forge a pact with the evil creature, but there was no going back. Releasing her hand, the beast shuffled to the side.
“Well then, we may as well get started,” Sparkle mused, raising her arms slightly. The mass of tendrils on her wings shot forth, caressing and worming over the girl’s body. As the teen opened her mouth, presumably to ask a question, she held a finger to her host’s lips. “Like I said, you have to endure me for an entire day, which means you are mine to play with…”
The sensation of having the writhing tentacles on her was disconcerting, though it was only a taste of the torment to come. Watching them snake over herself, two of the things latched to her nipples, suckling and kneading the delicate buds of flesh. She gasped, as a bolt of pleasure shot through her.
“If you think that’s bad - HmmHmmHmm - I’d hate to see your reaction when I do…” Sparkle trailed off, while one of the sinuous appendages wriggled into the cleft of Twilight’s behind. Without warning, she plunged it into the girl’s tight pucker.
Yelping, going to grab the tendril squirming about in her tush, Twilight’s hand passed right through the strange limb. A second and third attempt were met with failure, before she tried to punch the demon in the face. Sadly, her fist connected with nothing, harmlessly moving through Sparkle.
“Did I forget to mention that I can touch you, but you can’t touch me?” the creature laughed, continuing her salacious onslaught.
The turn of events, besides being infuriatingly arousing, was an unexpected one. Scowling at the beast, Twilight crossed her arms over her chest. “So I’ve - Mmmph - gotta put up with this for a day…”
“Well, unless you want to give in and let me help you achieve release. If not, that’s fine, I’ll just keep myself busy until then,” Sparkle snickered.
Twilight turned and flopped to her side, facing away from the demon. She was, for all intents and purposes, powerless to stop her guest - moreover, she’d unwittingly invited the torment upon herself. Resting her head on one pillow, while pulling another over her free ear, she did her best to ignore the thing, but to little effect. The feeling of having the tentacles on and in her was impossible not to think about.
Seconds turned to minutes, minutes turned to hours, and the night dragged on to dawn. As the sun rose, slipping through the curtains on her window, she stirred. In truth, she hadn’t gotten a moment’s rest, considering Sparkle had been exploring virtually every part of her; every part, that was, except her womanhood. In an odd twist of fate, the thing hadn’t once so much as grazed her snatch, leaving the supple, nearly hairless entrance unmolested.
Every other part of Twilight, save for her sex, was despoiled in some form or fashion. Nothing she’d done throughout the course of the night had deterred Sparkle in the slightest. Attempting to distract the creature with discussions failed, she phased through physical barriers with ease, and even her trips to the bathroom were filled with the beast’s sinful touch and jeering comments. Needless to say, by the time the morning was upon her, she was exhausted.
She’d considered trying to play sick, though chose against it. Were she to stay home the entire day, without anything to keep herself occupied, she’d possibly go mad. As unfortunate as it was, despite her utter hatred for school, she decided to go to her classes. She knew that no matter where she went, she’d be tortured regardless.
Skipping her shower, Twilight did her best to ready herself. Trudging downstairs, after throwing on a relatively clean set of clothes, she headed towards the kitchen. Though she wasn’t hungry, she helped herself to two cups of coffee before the bus came and stashed two cans of energy drink into her bag. The day was going to be hell, close to literally, but she’d gotten through nearly a quarter of her trial.
“Ah, yes, getting ready for your studies, are you?” the demon inquired, dragging her tongue up the girl’s back.
Twilight knit her brow and kept silent. Her garments did nothing to hamper its touch, but she wasn’t going to give the abomination the pleasure of a response. Throwing her book bag over her shoulder, she headed out of the kitchen and towards the front door. The bus stop was a block down the road and, like it or not, she couldn’t afford to be late.
Sparkle, to her infernal credit, wouldn’t leave her side. Between her tendrils and fingers, she constantly had some part of herself on or in the girl. Beyond being an annoyance, Twilight had to admit, there was a certain shameful thrill to its touch - awful, disgusting, and crude, yet maddeningly captivating and arousing. The longer she dealt with it, the harder it got to ignore.
Marching to the sheltered stop, noticing the bench full of waiting students, Twilight resigned herself to stand by the sign. It wasn’t raining, which she considered a small blessing, though the wind was harsh and cold. Staring at the ground, hoping that nobody would talk to her, she silently awaited her ride.
“I say, this chill is almost as cold as you are,” Sparkle teased, giving the teen’s backside a smack. Twilight started, but kept her mouth shut. Frowning at the lack of response, she looked around at the other students idly standing or sitting about. “My, it sure would be a shame if you made some sort of scene in front of all these people…”
Looking up, Twilight peeked at the demon’s face; the beast bore a nefarious smirk, which caused a cold knot to form in her stomach. She had some inclination of what Sparkle was thinking, but there wasn’t a single thing she could do to stop her. Pursing her lips, she watched two of its tentacles reach around her and twist together, before they penetrated her behind.
Squirming slightly, she made a concerted effort not to do anything dramatic. To her credit, she didn’t make a peep, which seemed to annoy Sparkle to some extent. Casting her gaze downward, staring at the concrete sidewalk, she noticed the demon strut in front of her. As its hands graced her chest, pinching both of her perky nipples, a stifled whimper escaped her.
“That’s the spirit!” Sparkle triumphantly whooped, pulling and twisting the delicate buds of flesh. As she played with the teen’s bosoms, the pair of appendages in Twilight’s backside writhed and undulated against one another, twisting inside her bowels.
Grabbing hold of the nearby sign post, Twilight endured. Until that point, she’d only had one of the snake-like limbs in her tush before, so the addition of a second was extraordinarily intense. Screwing her eyes shut, she detected the distant sound of a large engine approaching. Soon she would be in school, surrounded by her classmates, but the thought didn’t console her.
Boarding the bus, riding to the school, her harassment was ceaseless. Her first period, geography, saw her receive similar treatment as she had the night before, consisting of touching and teasing, but things took an unforeseen turn during her second class. As her biology lesson began, her hellish chaperone changed tactics.
Sparkle would still pet and stroke her, though she simply wouldn’t shut up. Yammering on incessantly, promising Twilight all manner of unimaginable delights, she didn’t stop to breathe because she apparently didn’t have to breathe - moreover, her questions and jibes were infuriating. Most of her one sided discussion consisted of sweet talk, though she wasn’t above condescension or insults.
Periodically breaking the monotony of its salacious hopes and wishes for the girl, she would verbally abuse her. Calling her short, ugly, flat-chested, or saying things like how no boy or girl would find her attractive, nothing was beyond the demon’s biting words. Finally, after having sat through just over an hour of her diatribe and flirting, Twilight reached a breaking point.
“Would you shut up!” she barked, glaring at Sparkle.
The class fell silent, as everyone looked at her. Twilight looked around, noting the concerned or confused expressions around her, before burying her head in her arms. The professor, an apathetic older gentleman who was close to retiring, resumed teaching the lesson after a few seconds; he was a pretty shitty teacher, uncaring about his students’ well-being, though it worked in her favor this time.
“Dear me, Twilight, did you mean that?” the beast asked, theatrically holding a hand to her chest.
Twilight simply nodded and kept her eyes on the chalkboard. Though she didn’t directly look at Sparkle, she noticed her form wilt slightly, as she walked behind her. The creature’s hands and tendrils left her body, for the first time in nearly twelve hours, granting her a small break. A deep, contented sigh escaped her, yet it was horribly misplaced. Just as she felt the first bit of relaxation, something shot into her behind.
Looking backward, she saw the demon squatted behind her. Sparkle’s face was pushed to her rump, passing through her seat, as she received an unholy rim-job. Impossibly long and thick, at least triple the size of a human’s, the demon’s tongue snaked and wriggled around in her colon. It was all she could do to gnaw her lip and pray her guest would stop, but the chance of that was slim.
For the last thirty minutes of her class, the creature ate her ass. She somehow managed to stay quiet, through sheer force of will, though just barely. It didn’t hurt, that wasn’t the problem at all, - no, the issue was just how alarmingly good the treatment was. Her pussy had grown moist and engorged, begging her to be used, nearly driving her mad.
Regrettably, the rest of Twilight’s school day was much the same, with the exception of the one true restroom break she’d taken. Heading to the toilets, unable to hold it any longer, she relieved herself and, as she’d dreaded, Sparkle’s torment continued throughout. As disgusting as it felt, there was an undeniable twinge of exhilaration involved with her release.
As her final two classes passed, the demon’s ministrations persisted. Psychological and physical pestering, often in an overly sexual manner, continued until she got home. Shambling off the bus, she plodded towards her home. In all her years on earth, she couldn’t remember a time she’d felt quite that worn down.
Letting herself inside her house, Twilight dragged herself upstairs. She realized a shower wouldn’t do much good, but she’d gone for over a day without washing. Demonic torturer or not, if she didn’t clean herself up, she’d likely get flack from her parents. After depositing her book bag on her bed, she proceeded towards the bathroom.
“Shame, really, you were just starting to get a nice bouquet,” Sparkle pouted, dourly shaking her head.
Twilight wasn’t sure if Sparkle was serious or not, but she hoped the demon was; if she didn’t like the smell of a freshly washed body, there’d be a touch of spiteful solace to be had. Stripping naked, she stepped into the shower and started rinsing herself off. Her guest was right behind her, of course, happily humming to herself, while she groped and massaged her chest. Throughout it all, the girl focused on the task at hand.
Lathering, rinsing, and conditioning her hair, she moved on to washing the rest of herself. Snatching up a bar of lavender scented soap, as well as a washcloth, she scoured her body. Neck, arms, chest, everything was going as usual, until she brushed against her loins. The stimulation of having her hand rub her sex was enough to make her weak in the knees, after having been teased for nearly an entire day.
“Oh! Oh dear!” Sparkle chirped. Ceasing her motions, she scampered around to face her host directly. “Seems like someone’s a little worked up. I could -”
“Fuck off!” Twilight blurted, glaring at her. At the small outburst, the demon smiled, shrugged, and continued toying with her.
The rest of the shower, as well as the hours following, devolved into a blur. She skipped dinner, despite her mother’s concern, and her homework assignments went untouched. As the minutes ticked by, she could almost feel herself losing her sense of sanity. Every fiber her being was screaming at her for sexual release, begging her to masturbate or to let Sparkle bring her to climax - still, throughout it all, she resisted the temptation.
Twilight honestly wasn’t sure of exactly what had occurred throughout the remainder of the afternoon and evening, though things came to an abrupt and shocking head. At some point or another, within the relative seclusion of her room, she’d stripped naked. Lying on her back, atop the bed, she drifted in and out of consciousness - that was, until she realized what she was doing.
On some subconscious level, her body had begun acting of its own accord. Without even realizing it, she’d started rubbing her cunt; languidly masturbating while the demon played with her. It felt extraordinarily good, making the situation all the more infuriating, yet she forced herself to stop. Then, seemingly out of nowhere, her hellish guest stopped.
Sitting upright, staring at the beast, Twilight was at a loss for words. Standing there, crossing her arms over her chest, she impatiently tapped a foot. She couldn’t say why Sparkle had ceased her infernal teasing or what she seemed to be waiting for. Pushing herself off the bed, foraging around for a clean t-shirt, the girl attempted to keep her thoughts from her throbbing nethers.
“So, just go tired of fucking with me?” she grunted, attempting to distract herself.
“No, I’m just biding my time. So, now that you’ve won, you can rub one out,” Sparkle glibly stated.
Glancing at the clock, shocked by the casual nature of her guest’s admission, Twilight checked the time. It was indeed just a minute past midnight. She could scarcely believe it! Somehow, despite the abject torture she’d suffered through, she’d made it to the finish line. Drifting to the bed, seating herself on the side of the mattress, she blankly looked down at her crotch.
Now that she’d won, she was finally free to get herself off, though something didn’t feel quite right. The absence of the demon’s touch was, in some warped way, some new sort of hell. Simply having Sparkle constantly groping or feeling her had left her desensitized, so the utter lack of stimulation was nigh agonizing. Reluctantly, she looked up at the wicked being.
“Need a hand,” Sparkle mused, stroking her titanic tool.
It was the first time Twilight had seen it rigid. Now hard, the thing was easily the biggest cock she’d ever laid eyes upon. Her mouth watered, her loins burned with desire, and her shame reached its breaking point. With her soul corrupted by lust, she slowly rolled to her back and grabbed her ankles. The lewd display was invitation enough, saving her the sliver of pride from having to verbally beg.
Snickering to herself, Sparkle walked forward and aligned the tip of her length with the teen’s well-worked entrance. Without any foreplay or grace, she rammed her hips forward and buried the first few inches of her dick into the girl’s ass. Her chuckle broke into raucous laughter, as she watched Twilight begin masturbating.
Rubbing her sex with one hand, while teasing her nipple with the other, Twilight soared towards orgasm. Sparkle, besides stuffing her backside, quickly put her tentacles to good use. Running the slimy appendages along her body, she added yet more stimulation to her stricken form. After having endured for so long, she quickly felt herself rocketing towards a climax.
Her fingers were a blur, while she obscenely tweaked and played with her clit. Even though she’d played with herself before, she’d never felt anything as intensely blissful in her entire life. The entire day’s worth of violations had left her ass slack and used, easily allowing Sparkle to rail her with the colossal tool. Squeezing around it, yearning for the stretched sensation she once had, she got herself off.
Cranking the lower portion of her member, Sparkle enjoyed the show. Regardless of how zealous Twilight was, she knew there was no way the girl could embrace all of her; given the size of her endowment, it just couldn’t happen, but that didn’t mean she couldn’t have fun. Watching the teen’s legs tremble and shiver, hearing the doorknob turning behind her, she smiled.
Twilight’s orgasm struck her like a bomb, nearly causing her to cry out. Throwing one hand to her face, she sank her teeth into her thumb. Nearly drawing blood from herself, tears of rapture and pain streamed down her face. Squirting her womanly nectar to the floor, her body convulsed. As she panted heavily, feeling her limbs weakly flop to the bed, the demon pulled free from her rear.
“Child, quickly, lest you lose your chance,” Sparkle intoned, drawing her attention.
Wearily looking up, noting a second form besides the demon, Twilight’s eyes went wide. Somehow, at some point or another Sunset had gotten into her room. Standing naked beside the demon, next to a pile of her clothes, the girl had a glazed over look in her eyes. It almost appeared as if her classmate were in a trance.
Jacking her length with both hands, Sparkle knew the time had come. “Take my essence and give it to her. Sealed with a kiss, she will be cursed for the rest of her days,” she nonchalantly explained. Stroking herself off, seeing the head of her equine prick starting to flare, she nodded towards it.
Scampering forward, Twilight fell to her knees before the demonic stallionhood. Licking and kissing its head, she dug her tongue into its urethra. Situated as she was, having only just recovering from her own rapturous moment, she openly rubbed her crotch. The salty and strangely sweet flavor of Sparkle’s pre-cum somehow managed to get her even more aroused than she already was, spurring her to continue.
A sudden scalding gout of hot, viscous substance caught her off guard. Willing herself not to choke or gag, she gathered a good mouthful of the substance, before pushing away. Though she had at least a cup full of the stuff in her maw, Sparkle had cum to spare. Painting her face and torso, spackling her with thick seed, she contentedly hummed to herself.
Shooting to her feet, Twilight stepped forward and pressed her bare chest to Sunset’s own. Grasping the girl’s shoulders, she leaned in and locked lips with her nemesis. Her classmate didn’t resist, closing her eyes and reciprocating the kiss. Depositing the demonic cream into her foe’s maw, she stepped away and watched.
Strangely, nothing seemed to happen to Sunset, except she steadily began dressing herself. Confused, hoping to get an explanation, Twilight looked to Sparkle. Her horned guest simply giggled, watching the second young girl casually finish donning her clothes.
“What? Where you expecting some grand light show or theatrics?” Sparkle groaned, looking to Twilight as Sunset walked out of the room and towards the stairs. “Real curses don’t have glitz or glamor. I promise you though, on my eternal existence, she is hexed. Nothing but misery awaits her for the rest of her days…”
“And I’m guessing my family didn’t notice because…” Twilight began, raising an eyebrow.
“Yes, yes, yes, I made sure they were all fast asleep. Nobody will ever know this happened, save for you or anyone you talk to about it,” Sparkle huffed, wringing the last few drops of spunk from her softening length. “Now then, since you’re done with me, I’ll be going. I can’t say it was awful, but it’s a shame you didn’t give in,” she admitted, a pang of melancholy in her voice.
“That ritual could work again, right? Like, if I need to curse someone else,” Twilight inquired, her gaze dancing over the demon’s flaccid length and writhing tendrils.
“Oh, trust me, if you call, I’ll come running…” Sparkle purred, flashing her a toothy grin.
With that, as suddenly as she’d appeared, the beast was gone. In mild shock, Twilight stood mute. She needed sleep, desperately wanted a shower, and her room was a mess. Aimlessly tidying up, tossing dirty laundry into the hamper, her mind did its best to process everything which had happened over the past day.
She’d summoned a demon, endured twenty-four hours of sexual torment, been violated in more ways than she could count, and successfully hexed someone. Sure, there was some modicum of distaste involved, yet she felt supremely accomplished. Minutes melded together, but she soon found herself atop the freshly changed linens of her bed. Even though she couldn’t be sure, something told her she’d be seeing Sparkle again…
