Chapter 6: Pinkie Pie and the Kinky Ceremony

Pinkamena Diane Pie's day started like most any other. Wake up, get dressed in work out attire, wake the Cake Twins, get them smiling, start the morning orders, et cetera. Day in and day out, she did this, alongside her busy schedule of partying like a mad mare. As an old saying once told her, it takes a lot of care to do something that appears carefree. In spite looking like a loon to most other ponies, inside the mind of Pinkie Pie, there was a strict order.

One key part to Pinkie Pie's planning was her patented Pinkie Sense. Weird as it might seem to others, she took pride in her gift. Much like a cat could detect weather, Pinkie Pie had some powerful capacity to predict upcoming perils. Whether it was doors, falling objects, dubious doozies, or even alligators in bathtubs, Pinkie had a feeling for most any scenario. For each of these, her body gave off a different signal, most of which were fairly normal.

What Pinkie Sense would predict next, however, gave her quite a sensual signal.

As the lull between the morning orders and the lunch rush came, a very unexpected feeling came to the party pony. This feeling was a twitching. Not a full body twitch, nor a twitch in her appendages, but a concentrated twitch. This twitch was a twitch in her twat. A stirring sensation near her slit that made Pinkie swim in pleasureful hormones.

Pinkie Pie leaned against the store counter and leaked a small bit of fluid, holding back a moan. This feeling was very rare for her. The last time she had this feeling was a few months before Mrs. Cake happened to be expecting. She had felt smaller instances of it as of late, but they were less twitches and more itches. This feeling in particular could only have one meaning.

Someone close to Pinkie was getting very, very kinky.

Quickly, she darted to the door, changing the sign to indicate she was going to be back in an hour or less. Soon after, she shot out into the streets, using her senses to guide her. Like some kind of minesweeper, her marehood tingled, the folds within her snatch fluctuating in temperature as she followed every individual quake. As she passed by each different house, shivers ran across different parts of her body at several intensities. Her tail began to yank taut in different directions as her knees buckled in turn.

In most every occasion, Pinkie Pie could trust her patented powers to get her past any particular problem. However, the one weakness of Pinkie Sense was that it was only at its most effective when it detected immediate danger. As much as she liked to pretend she was some form of gypsy, even the great and powerful madame Pinkie's predictions had a limitation. Even so, the most scant of sensual evidence was leading her now, however imprecise that may be.

"You can't hide from me forever, you pervy little ponies," Pinkie muttered to herself, her voice slightly halting from the pleasure that wracked her nerves. "Nothing keeps Pinkie from the kinky!"

Feeling in need of a slightly clearer trail to follow, the pink party pony rose her nose to the air. As cool air drifted through her nostrils, she sniffed out for a salacious scent. Her mouth yawed open slightly as she allowed her tongue to slip out, trying to catch even a slight taste of venereal remains on it. She felt almost like a dog as her tongue dipped up and down, a small trail of spit dripping down the tip. Hopefully, with any luck, even a scant taste would stick to her tongue like a sensuous snowflake.

For several minutes, the only taste that teased her tongue was cold, stale, stagnant air. Though partially given flavor by the scents of steaming hot street foods, most of it was dull and cold, save for the hot saliva sliding off her tongue. Such was one of the delights of living in a gingerbread bakery; you always woke up to the smells and tastes of delicious confectionery treats. Even thinking about that delectable domicile wasn't aiding her failing concentration. She was nearly about to give up as she flicked her tongue into her mouth again.

Yet, as it began to withdraw between her lips, a particularly peculiar pungency tickled her taste buds. A fruity flavor so tart and sharp that it wouldn't leave her mouth, even as she rolled her tongue across her teeth. As her lips smacked, she couldn't wash away its zest, instead only spreading it further across her palette. It was a taste that, as she sampled it further, only became much more distinct. There was no mistaking it; it was a taste that could only come from one possible source.

Pinkie Pie rubbed her hooves together deviantly. "Jackpot."

As she savored the olfactory evidence in her mouth, Pinkie began to creep across the town, her prone form hiding itself in places only she could reach. Having spent much of her adolescent years with a carnival troupe before finding Ponyville, Pinkie had a particular aptitude for contortion and parkour. This, combined with a mastery of the art of hiding in plain sight, assured that most ponies paid Pinkie little to any mind. To the masses, this was just Pinkie being Pinkie; It was just a waste of time to question her actions or motivations, and that was just how she preferred it.

Soon enough, as she continued to trust her nose, her senses began to flare much more furiously as her tail grew more flat and rigid. Her knees felt wobbly, as did her stomach. A clenching feeling took her backside as her eyelids drooped, that flavor wafting through her nostrils in much greater volume. A hot, pungent odor filled her, and it was then that she knew she was close. With a deep breath, her body cried out in bliss, her cunt weeping slightly at the smell.

A smile came to her as she licked her lips, her eyes darting from side to side as she approached the perverse party site. For the past few days, her friends had been disappearing at odd hours of the evening, and when she questioned what they were doing out, none of them were giving her a straight answer. They all looked really sweaty, and they were all breathing heavily. At night, she could sometimes hear the faint cries of mares and stallions in licentious bliss, and yet she could never understand quite what they were doing or where they were going. But today, she was going to find out. She was going to figure out just what her friends were doing, and she was going to join this depraved little party.

With another deep breath, she steeled herself. Wheeling around on a hoof, she reared her hind legs up. Then, as if her legs were made of rubber, she shot them back out with a tremendous amount of force, nearly kicking the doors of the compound clean off their hinges. In that same instant, she was greeted by the gasps of mares and stallions alike both wailing in orgasmic splendor and aghast at the sudden intrusion of an outsider. Their eyes stared transfixed, and Pinkie Pie stared back to behold the insanity before her.

Twilight and Rarity shared a deep kiss, the princess' tentacles groping every inch of the dressmaker's body. Both of them were sporting white and purple protuberances, respectively, and their slimy tips rubbed against one another as Rarity began to collect the cream matted against their coats. Their horns were scraping against one another, tiny sparks glittering off as their spunk began to form neat little shapes that mashed into their marehoods. Both were moaning like she was during the baked bads incident, yet neither seemed to pay Pinkie any mind. Rather, they simply wanted to enjoy their coital bliss together.

Applejack and Rainbow Dash were similarly sharing sensual pleasures together. Rainbow, returned to her liquid form by the firm touch of her rival, had wrapped herself around Applejack. The majority of her body engulfed the orange mare, her head free to suckle Applejack's chest, sampling the coarse hairs on offer. Her whole body quivered like gelatin as she used her wobbly form to tug at the farmer's pulsing black dick, letting gravity aid her along the way. Applejack mumbled simple words of encouragement during their extreme embrace, her body writhing inside Rainbow's as she nibbled her almost candy-like body. Her pussy was practically on fire from the suction of Rainbow's sex filling her up in ways most stallions couldn't dream of doing.

Fluttershy, meanwhile, had taken the form of an innocuous-looking rabbit. However, much like Pinkie's other friends, she was engaged in something equally as naughty. Angel, having gotten a good taste of Fluttershy's forbidden nectar, craved much more from his mistress. His teeny little teeth nibbled the ears of her lapine companion, a red hot cock bubbling with pre beneath his legs, wagging innocently. Fluttershy's moans were much softer than most of her friends, if only by virtue of being much smaller in this form. Nevertheless, she was enjoying being the submissive mare for a change, allowing Angel to spank and bite her to his heart's content before stabbing her soaking slit with his meat sword. A soft squeal came from both of them as Angel rode her with great passion.

Pinkie could barely compose what all she was seeing. There her friends were, all fucking like animals—Fluttershy being the only one of them that actually was fucking like an animal—and not one of them had thought to invite her! Pinkie Pie, the prime party planner of Ponyville, wasn't made privy to this perverted spectacle before her. Her eyes were transfixed as she absentmindedly began to reach between her hind legs. She quickly stopped herself and shook her head clear of any dirty haze.

"Alright, what's going on here?!" Pinkie barked, her blue eyes burning with outrage. "You girls were having a sexy party, and you didn't think to invite me? What gives?!"

She was met with giggles as one of Twilight's tentacles tickled her leaking slit.

"We were going to invite you," the junior princess cooed, sliding one of the tentacles below her pink friend's jaw. "But, we didn't know how to approach you about it..."

Pinkie shoved the tentacle away and gave Twilight a piercing glare.

"It's too late now," Pinkie proclaimed. "I've found your little hideaway, and I am not leaving until I get the full experience!"

Twilight said nothing at first, instead looking to her copulating companions. Her tentacles retracted and she gave them knowing nods. To their displeasure, they suspended their intercourse. All but Rainbow, who kept herself wrapped around Applejack like a skintight suit. Twilight placed a hoof on the back of Pinkie's head, tilting it to point at her slick cock. Rarity positioned herself behind Twilight, her hooves to her back as the tip her own white cock rubbed at the flared folds of the princess's twat. Applejack and Rainbow positioned their tandem taint behind the baker, ready to plunder what had to be virgin pussy. Fluttershy's fluffy bunny body wriggled beneath Pinkie's loins, her mouth mere inches from her sweet, pink cunt.

"You wanted this," Twilight told her with a titter. "Now just close your eyes and think of frosting."

Twilight pushed Pinkie's head further down, holding her chin up with her other hoof as she guided her cock between her friend's pink lips. As Twilight began tilt her taint into her throat, she raised her flanks towards Rarity, her cunt seeping as it winked at the dressmaker. Sparing no hesitation, Rarity's white sword took the plunge, piercing into those familiar purple folds as they both cried out with joy. As Twilight's cock stuffed her throat, Pinkie's body arced up, presenting her plump ass before Applejack, who stuffed her Rainbow-covered cock into her fresh pink pussy, eliciting her inaugural carnal moans. Her ecstatic moans tickled Twilight's dick as it stuffed itself further down, Applejack's slick member teasing her cunt as she bore down to stuff more of it inside her.

Quickly, a machine-like rhythm was established. First, Rarity would plunge her cock into Twilight's pussy, pushing Twilight's cock into Pinkie's throat as Applejack pushed into her pussy. Then, when Twilight's cock was fully inside, Applejack would pull out to prepare for the next stroke. Then Twilight would be pushed back inside once more, tugging Applejack's taint toward the next stroke. The rhythm started slowly, but gradually picked up speed as Pinkie became ever more a part of the engine as her four friends were. As the shafts pumped inside her front and back, she soon began to feel a heaviness in her clit, her own cock slowly wriggling out as her mane began to slacken, prompting Fluttershy to yaw her mouth open to swallow the first few inches her friend's fresh spotted dick.

As the action grew ever faster, it became almost too much for her to take. Different parts of her were attracted to different points of the moment, unsure of which she liked best.

On one end, she was staring down at Twilight's crotch, gulping down a slimy member as her two unicorn friends cheered her on with faint mumblings through their moans. Their horns were rubbing against one another, shimmering with magic as they craned their necks to share a deep kiss. They looked genuinely happy to finally have Pinkie in on the fun, and she could feel it as the thrust harder, faster, and deeper inside of her.

Behind her, Applejack was shunting with inexhaustible fervor, Rainbow's liquid form adding ever more ribbing to her cock like a big, blue condom. The extra lubrication Dashie provided added even more pleasure than Pinkie was prepared for. The ribs pulled apart her pussy in ways she never knew were possible, and it made her feel fantastic. She felt as if she was being fucked by two ponies at the same time, and it made her desire more and more the pleasure of coaxing some of their essence into her own. Then, to up the ante even further, Dash began to move independent of Applejack's dick, swirling around in Pinkie's pussy like an ocean wave.

Then, down below, was Fluttershy, enjoying her first taste of Pinkie's penis for herself. Her tiny tongue wagged back and forth, dragging across the veins like a spiraling cone of soft-serve ice cream. It was so soft and light across her foreskin, Pinkie could only feel its faint, moist tickle as she felt part of herself lean into it. Fluttershy tried as hard as she could to yaw her jaw open so that she could suckle on it more intimately, but just couldn't get it to fit. Instead, she could only wrap what little of her tongue she had around it, before sticking it in the tiny hole at the tip, sampling the earth pony's precum with a smile. She tasted a mix of sweetness and saltiness that made her yearn for more of it. Her tongue wedged inside, coaxing more out with each lick. She tasted something fairly like raspberry jam, and the more she tried to put her hoof on the flavor, the hungrier she became.

Angel, not one to be denied his own release, quickly returned behind his rabbit mate, grinding his limp member across Fluttershy's back before returning it to its rightful place.

The sum of the various parts of Pinkie's pleasure was growing too much for her. Even with all the energy she usually had, even she could feel when her body was taking in too much at once. Even worse, she couldn't decide which part of this debauched spectacle she loved the most. She was being pleasured by all sides and becoming increasingly aware of her body's reactions to it. Her pussy gripped Applejack's cock and imprisoned Rainbow Dash, her throat was stuffed by Twilight's throbbing tallywhacker, and her own dick was being tickled even pinker by the tongue of the hare formally known as Fluttershy, who was taking in something of her own.

She began to feel her legs buckle as she seemed to be coming apart. She began to take a new position, her chin at the ground as she brought her ass good and high. Her body began to stretch in different directions like taffy. Her neck and chest stretched towards Twilight and Rarity, swallowing even more of the alicorn's cock. Her loins began to smother Fluttershy as her arching back sagged and elongated. As her first orgasm contained to creep ever closer, she looked as if she were reaching her breaking point. Her nostrils flared as she shed a single tear.

Then, like a rubber band stretched too far out, she came apart with a snap. In this calamity, the five mares that had collaborated in fucking Pinkie Pie experienced a collective orgasm. Rarity came first, her white willy exploding a new white salvo inside Twilight's twat, her own spitting out a translucent cream that smelt of lilac. Twilight responded in kind, her pussy swallowing Rarity's semen and compensating with interest with her own cervical excretions, leaving a lavender-flavored stain in the floor as she let loose inside Pinkie's throat. As Pinkie gulped down drop after drop of sticky, warm cream, she felt her body respond in turn, shooting out her first two rounds of thick cum over Fluttershy's face.

Shortly thereafter, her pink pussy detonated, spitting out a thick wad of blue juice that stuck itself to Applejack once more as it continued to squirt. Feeling the folds of her fanny clench around her orange cock soon sent her over the edge as well, blasting out her load between those pink flanks as she left an apple-y stain on the floor. Then, like a big glob of C4 attached to her crotch, Rainbow Dash exploded, coating Applejack in more of the pegasus' semi-solid musk as she caught a scent of strawberry gummy candy. Finally, as Fluttershy bathed in Pinkie's sweet semen, Angel thrust deep inside of her tiny little pussy, splashing inside of his mistress with a tiny little groan.

It was perhaps the greatest orgasm the six of them had ever shared together. However, where there had originally been a single pink mare now sat three, each of them soaking wet and moaning in some form of orgasmic bliss.

In the denouement of their debauchery, the other five mare began to revert to their normal selves, each of them dripping with sweat and various other fluids as they gathered around their newly-fissioned friend. While the three Pinkie Pies also returned to a neutral state, their manes poofing up with the sounds of inflating balloons, they didn't return to one pony again. Instead, they opted to form a daisy chain, their mouths to each others' marehoods as they licked each other into a frenzy. Her friends watched, transfixed, as the triplets ticked their pink slits with their tongues, not once minding their friends watching. If anything, it only made the action even more stimulating.

From not far away, the familiar chuckle of Princess Celestia echoed though the room, and all but the threefold Pinkie turned their attention toward her.

"It seems that the last of our guests of honor has finally come," the solar princess tittered. "And in more ways than one, it seems."

Quickly, Twilight and her companions bowed, their eyes half-lidded as they continued to bask in the afterglow. Soon after, Twilight joined her mistress, rubbing her sweat-soaked head across her long neck as she took a whiff of her musk.

"So what happens now?" Twilight asked with a smile.

"Now?" Celestia parroted in a low, lusty tone. She nodded to some place in the shadows, making a beckoning motion with her foreleg. "Now, the real fun starts."

From the shadows emerged a cerise alicorn mare bearing a familiar set of purple eyes. Much like the other alicorns, she was barren of any regalia. Instead, her coat seemed to glisten with an odd anointment as she took a good look at Twilight. A smile crept on her lips as she rubbed a hoof in Twilight's disheveled mane, stealing a brief kiss. With a sigh, she let her wings flap a moment as she hugged her sister-in-law.

"It's good to see you again, my dear Twilight," she whispered, tracing her tongue on the edge of Twilight's ear. "I see you've brought your friends."

"It's good to see you, too," Twilight replied, her body sliding against Cadance's oily coat. "If you don't mind me asking, why are you so slick?"

"Oh, this?" Cadance replied as she scooped a small dollop of slick gel in her hoof. "It's a special gel I've been wearing ever since I heard you had joined our ranks. I've been using it in preparation for the ritual."

"Ritual?" Twilight asked.

"Allow me to explain," Princess Celestia pleaded, clearing her throat. "If you recall, I tasked you with bringing as many ponies to this den of iniquity as possible. As I expected, you chose to make your friends a part of this. In doing this, you've become something of a great asset to the COIL. As you can see, Lilith has taken quite nicely to you and your friends, blessing you all with her power.

"With the six of you now bearing her gifts, the time to resurrect Lilith is near. You all are of equal importance to this undertaking, as you all carry one aspect of her. Thus, in order for her to be reborn, you all must take part in this ritual."

Celestia extended a hoof to Twilight, smiling as a hopeful glimmer came across her eyes.

"Will you lend yourself to the completion of this cause?" she asked, pouting her lip calmly.

Twilight ran the scenario in her head. This is it, she thought. This is may be my chance to finally please the Princess. If I'm lucky, maybe I'll get to have sex with her! She weighed the pros and cons of what she was about to do with the possibility of having sex with Celestia. Compared the latter, nothing else mattered.

Sex… Celestia… Sex... Celestia… Sex… Celestia…

"YES!" the purple princess cried out, too ecstatic to care how loudly she did so.

Not but a short beat after, three identical moans of pleasure echoed through the chamber as the Pinkamena triplets came over each others' muzzles. They gobbled up each others juices, huddling together as their daisy chain grew ever tighter. Their bodies began to grind so hard and so furiously that they seemed to be coming together like bubbles. As if their bodies were made of dough, the three began to stick together, slowly molding each other back to a single pony again, whose mane inflated back to normal.

"I knew you'd say that." Celestia said with a smirk, her tail swishing behind her. "Let us not waste time, then. Cadance, proceed to the platform and prepare the prayer."

"Right away, High Priestess," Cadance replied, taking a flap of her wings to reach the platform."

"As for the six of you," Celestia said as she turned to Twilight and company. "Surround the cauldron, backsides facing near Cadance. Present your full, awakened selves to Lilith when Cadance calls your verse."

"Right!" the six responded, entering a near-circular formation around the black iron cauldron.

"The rest of you—with the exception of Luna—find a partner and prepare to buck like you've never bucked before."

The congregation nodded, its members filing through the room in search of their respective partners, raring themselves for the night of their lives. Luna joined her sister, her forehoof wrapped around her elder's neck as she pecked her white cheek.

"We are ready, sister," Luna sighed, resting her head on Celestia's shoulder. "Please, be steady and gentle with us."

Celestia pecked her younger sister's forehead with a calm smile, briefly licking the base of her horn as their tails began to curl against each other.

"I shall be, Luna," she whispered, hugging her little sister's body close to her own as she took a glance to Cadance. She was beginning to assume her position on the platform, her legs spreading outward in preparation for what she was about to do. "You may begin when ready, Cadance."

Cadance nodded in reply, undoing her royal ponytail as she flung her mane back unbound and free. With a deep breath, she summoned her magic, casting her aura upon the lid of the black iron container of her matron. As she cracked open the lid, its heat began to spill outward, filling the room with the goddess's hot, salty musk. Though she was far from reconstituted, her presence could definitely be felt as she bubbled and gurgled in the cauldron. Cadance took a deep breath as she laid the lid down, nearly fainting as the intoxicating aroma of the goddess filled her, before she dipped her muzzle into the silvery emulsion. With a careful sip, she took the steaming broth into her mouth, knocking her head back as she gulped a significantly large portion of it down her throat. With a contented sigh, she looked towards the cauldron, smiling as she licked her lips.

Then, she pressed her forehooves together in prayer, her eyes shut as her horn gave off a faint aura of cornflower blue and magenta.

"Oh Lilith, great deity of debauchery, diviner of passion and pleasure, granter of secret, illicit desire," the princess began, not once dropping a beat. "Today is a glorious day to go out for pleasure, for today is the day that the last of your champions has arrived into our ranks! With her now among us, we may finally restore you to your former glory!"

Six white forms began to rise from the cauldron, each of them inching towards one of the six mares that had surrounded it.

"In each of these six mares you have instilled an aspect of yourself," Cadance continued, her horn still alight, "For her piety and praise of your name, you bestowed unto Twilight Sparkle your tentacles, so that she may both restrain and ravish anypony she so pleases with the greatest of ease..."

On cue, Twilight focused herself, allowing her wriggling lengths to slither out from her snatch, letting them wiggle and writhe as they wrapped around the soaking mass to guide it inside of her. The contact sent the junior princess into a kneel, howling in ecstasy as the goddess's protrusion filled out her pussy.

"For her generosity and beauty, even in orgasm, you gave Rarity the ability to control the forbidden fluids in us all, and induce orgasm at even the slightest caress..."

Rarity knew full well what was coming, and bore down expectedly, squealing gleefully as she gushed all over the white mass that plugged her marehood so perfectly.

"For her loyalty and fealty to her cause for the sake of her friend, you gifted Rainbow Dash the power of your liquid form, so that she may pleasure and receive pleasure beyond the boundaries of her physical form..."

Rainbow quickly took to her slimy self, taking in the ivory lump with gusto as it slipped inside effortlessly.

"For her honest resolve to ravish any mare or stallion, regardless of their rank, you filled Applejack with boundless stamina, so that she may enjoy the stimulus of sex morning, noon, and night to the point of being too sore to ask for any more..."

Applejack took a slightly different method of pleasing the tentacle, opting instead to ride its length like the cowgirl she was as its length was swallowed by her hardened hips.

"For her kindness to nature, and her desire to make her animal friends happy, through Photo Finish, you blessed Fluttershy with the ability to take the shape of and attract all manner of beast, so that she may share her secret pleasure with them without fear..."

Fluttershy whimpered as her body began to stretch and change into the form of a pale wolf, her mane and tail becoming a distinct, spiraling pattern on her fur. In moments, the tentacle snaked inside of her snatch, reducing her to a meek whimper once again.

"And for her desire to laugh at the conventions of the world and seek us out, you empowered Pinkie Pie with the capacity to divide her happiness to all she loves..."

Pinkie Pie twitched about as the tentacle came near her. With a few happy stretches, she triplicated, becoming three mares again as the tentacles followed suit, plunging into her pink depths as the three of them sighed contentedly. The three of them felt triple the pleasure than any of them had expected as the sweet smell of frosting mixed with the salty musk of the goddess.

"With these six as your champions, you will surely have power beyond your wildest dreams," Cadance concluded, rearing up as she kicked her front legs. "And I, Princess Cadance, Matron of the Great Love of Eros, do offer you my body, mind, and soul for you use. Take this body into your tentacles as tribute and ravish it with glee as you make it your vessel, for I am ready for you. May the cries of ecstasy that fill this room fuel you as the two of us become one!"

With these words, Luna and Celestia joined together in a kiss, their hips grinding against one another as their fellows began to join in. A cavalcade of copulation began to commence as Cadance lifted her form as high as she could, offering herself to the still-formless deity. Lilith's slimy protrusions reached all across Cadance's form, one piercing the pink folds of her periwinkle pussy as another snaked into her mouth, yawing it open as it descended into her throat. Several more began to spread her apart, fanning her wings out as her body was brought above the cauldron. Slowly, she lowered her lover into her bubbling broth, the heat of her yet-unformed body soliciting muffled moans of steamy anguish from her throat.

As she thrust into her, she began to splash onto the alicorn's coat, staining its oily hairs with her spunk. With each stroke, the beads of sweat that beaded on her body slowly began to streak down in white streams. The more Lilith pushed, the more her whiteness spread over Cadance. Her once blue aura was now usurped by her own magenta aura, and she began to see the world through her eyes. Her six champions were similarly sedated, taking in her multiple sexes with gusto as she felt their juices mingle with her own. Soon, Cadance's body began to twitch and jerk as she felt herself descending deeper into the cauldron, the white ooze reaching her face as they both descended beneath the semen.

Then, in near complete harmony, the room was filled with the din of several ponies crying out in glorious orgasm, filling the room with their own musks as their scents mingled with that of the goddess's. Her subjects writhed in glorious bliss, spraying cum of various types around the room as they lay their bodies out before her. Commoners, celebrities, laborers, heroines, and even princesses were crying out in joyous celebration of their collaborative splendor. None of them were concerned with whom they shared intercourse with. They only cared for the sweet stimulus of sex.

Soon, as the carnal calamity died away, the tentacles that were buried in those eight pony pussies began to pump away their juices. With each pump, the ponies began to revert, their bodies changing back to their innocent selves again as they lied in bliss, too tired to resist. They stirred, certainly, but they were powerless to her. as lumps of juice traveled into the cauldron, it began to form bubbles, the gooey lengths slowly retracting back to their origin point. Then, for a brief instance, a large bubble formed on the surface before making a loud, resounding pop.

Princess Celestia and her sister looked to the cauldron, knowing full well what would be coming next.

Soon, a white length emerged from the cauldron. It was a strange form that ended in smaller lengths of a similar structure to the claws of a dragon of gryphon. They wrapped around the edge of the cauldron as a similar shape joined it. Then, with a splash, a large mare thrust up from depths, splashing semen and who knows what else all over Twilight and her friends, a fraction of it splashing onto the sidereal sisters. As the unfortunate ponies wiped the cum from their corneas, a strange figure now stood before them where Cadance once was.

It was a mare. At first glance, she resembled a person from the world beyond the mirror. Her body was lithe and nymph like, her legs appearing much longer, though still partially obscured by the cum in the cauldron. As they looked on, however, it became apparent that she was more than a simple biped.

She was a being whose body was shaped from the white, steamy cum inside the cauldron. Her skin, her lips, her tongue, even her nether regions were made of pure cum, and her aura was just as much a construct of energy as it was a steaming aroma that permeated the room, wafting to all those still conscious enough to smell it. Her body was solid, yet dripping and steaming with heat.

Her eyes began to finally flutter open, revealing irises that cycled between a lovely magenta and a more sinister crimson. She lifted her hand to her face, marveling at its shape as she dragged a slightly darker white tongue across it, savoring her own flavor. She smiled, pucking her lips as she tasted what could only be a truly seminal finger.

Celestia and Luna could only stare with their mouths agape in awe of what they beheld.

Lilith had returned, and she was as beautiful—if not ever more so—than either of them could have imagined.

Author's Note

Welcome back to Wrapped in the Coil of Sin. After over 6 months of development, I hope it'll have been worth the wait. Expect the next chapter soon.