AppleBloom Gets Stuffed

It is a tale as old as time, when the ancient cultures of Terra, long before the reign of the princesses wondered how to adapt the world to their desire. Cults showed their affection to their gods of lust, using the resources before them. This is passed or as an old mules' tale, but there is a truth to everything.

In a land long forgotten to the minds of ponykind, a pantheon of succubi of various forms live in harmony, peering down at their once-underlings. Their once limitless power has dwindled over countless millennia, but with enough power, some can pierce the boundaries and be with their servants once more. A group now sat at a quartz ring. In the middle, an eye with the texture of an ocean, as deep as the heavens to the earth. And in the centre, holy Terra, the once-home to the pantheon of lust.

These several creatures of various forms, none like the other, gazed into the aether. A large chimera, depicting a cross of sparrow and various shifting animals, Sparrow. A pony-like figure with the body of a serpent beneath the waist line, Lamia the Lamia. A pink succubus glowing with a multitude of colours with a lizard-like figure, whilst holding a somewhat human appearance, Slannesh. A bipedal horse mixed with imagery of wolves and a red cape and hood, Naylor. Along with them were several succubi and cimeras of ambiguous genders and shapes ranging from the angelic to the downright daemonic.

The small sect of the pantheon spoke in daemonic tones, commanding the pool to show them their underlings passion and desires. Flicking through thousands of species from Ponies to Griffons. Minotaurs  to Centaurs.

"Ooooh, see this one!" The Armour-clad chimera alongside Sparrow cooed, looking at a display by a pair of griffons from Eagleand's county of Yorkshire.

"I still don't understand this…" Naylor grunted, tapping his large paws into the rim of the pool, "And I don't see what we could earn from this. We are gods in some sense, so there is nothing to gain.

The succubus only giggled somewhat. Talking without a mouth, but with arrays of patterns of warm colours.

"We show ourselves champions we've looked at over the centuries. Like for example-" The she she-devil materialized several cards of an unknown material, shuffling through them at an undistinguishable pace before one of them shattered into a baby-blue miasma, shifting the ocean-spanning pool, shifting past several continents. And after an uncomfortably wait, it stopped on the land now known as Equestria, a vast empire and the once-capital of the lustful pantheon, in an age of ancients, "-my little champion"

The pool zoomed into the colossal country at a fast rate, flashing through the thousands that inhabit it until it stopped at a small town only larger than one of the ancient shrine-towns of the good ol' days.

"So?" The all-impatient Gwen huffed, the chimera of illusion. His legs were a collection of snakes, who coiled around his flowing white dress, akin to one of weddings and upon his head he adorned a large sigil depicting the burning sun.

"Ohnono, you don't realise what this is, don't you?"

"Isn't that our forest?" Lamia and Sparrow asked in unison pointing to the large woods bordering the large hamlet.

"Keen eye. And inside I found this little beauty!" She giggled, focusing in one of the specs dotting the map. The pool homed in one a yellow filly, arousing confusion amongst the pantheon.

"Her? I've seen more potential between a dragon and a cat! Actually…" the pondering Naylor mused.

"Well then, let is see what happened in the forrest a few months back, shall we?" Slannesh took out another card, bursting with a rather satisfying 'poof!'

The sentient pool Played the poor filly's life in reverse at a quickening pace before stopping at her galloping for her life in the woods.

"Isn't that a- Naylor mused before being interrupted.

"Yes"

"The thing I-

"Yes"

"Well, if it has beasts of any kind, then you've peaked my interest!"

"Well you are well-known for your lust for beastiality, you furry." Lamia quipped,

"And you're saying that your are not?" A daemon quipped

"shat it, you da'tees! you be'n more b'noxious 'Dan those humies while back" grunted the rather large, cockney (rather appropriate) Ork wearing Armour of the literal definition of 'improvised' which makes it look like he's wearing a landfill used by the spike-clad BDSM reject convention! "Now, wot iz it, Slanny'?"

Slannesh quickly looked up from her idle tapping, rather surprised the banter-bus has brakes,

"well… thank you Gork-"

"Mork"

"-Mork. Now then, my little champion down there made me come up with an absolutely marvelous idea!" Slannesh giggled in her feminine tone, "We all take it in turn to partake in a little 'mischief' with this little filly. But first; the rules!" she exclaimed, lapping up the collective groans of the testosterone-driven morons (like almost every guy in my year at school)

"Now first… Sparrow, nothing the size of bloody Canterlot mountain. Nay, nothing too big. And the rest of you… meh, I trust pretty much the rest of you not to summon Cathulu with tendrils with the diameter of a barrel… except Gwen. Fuck Gwen!"

"Ay, I'm right 'ere, ya bitch!" yelled the butt-hurt tranny with snake legs and the hilarious pointy hat.

"Yea… I don't give a shit… that means get out" Slanny' replied, causing Gwen to huff and leave before shouting through the door,

"Fine, ye fuck-heads. I didn't want to be in your weird alter-boy stuff anyway!"

The remainder of the pantheon just sat there in the awkwardness before them.

"So… Umm," the Lamia mumbled, "who wants to go first?"