Incubus

"I don't know, Twilight. If she doesn't want to be with me, she won't have to. I'm not exactly the best match for someone with trust issues. I'm kind of made for sex. I'm made to give all sorts of pleasure. But I'm not made to love. Even then, I'm not sure sex is what she really wants. I think she just wants a place in her head that isn't being alone." Lilith posed, giving her evidence against their plan.

Twilight pondered the subject with the utmost care. Her hoof lay across her lips in some conveyed thought process. She deduced the intoxication from her friend's scent. Hard cider. Cinnamon spice Macintosh Hard Cider. If anyone knew their drunk habits, it was Twilight. Applejack had her memories in a bottle. All the fights and shiners or scars and fractures all led back to some sort of gin.

"Maybe Applejack was just sober from flushing her system. And she didn't know how to handle it even a little bit aware. Her liquor is hard. Really hard. Your hour-long fuck must've driven her to places she's never been. And that's scary with someone you don't know." Twilight deduced, even taking a huff of her pipe.

Hn. That was sound reasoning. Whatever their degree, doctorate or masters, she couldn't fathom Twilight's intellectual superiority. There was a reason the princess was a genius in the eyes of her chessmaster mentor, Princess Celestia. Lilith gave a good nodding and sipped another teacup's volume of Hooflong. Hooflong tea was the Equestrian equivalent of Oolong tea in the human dimension. Though they didn't have any meatpies, she did check for some crumpets or tea cakes. And thankfully, there were uncomfortable amounts of the square, supple confections. The futa nearly jumped in-place, staying rock quiet as Pinkie Pie shot confetti everywhere. A loud and most prominent 'Hey! Hey! Hey!' blared across the echoing library house. And it was then declared Lilith would have a party just for her. Bubblegum pink and curiously energetic, the earth pony analyzed her form and posed all sorts of varied, complex and interesting questions.

"Ooh, why do you have fish drawings on you! Hey, why are you a girl with a penis? And why do you have horns growing out your head?!"

What? Horns...?

Well, Baphomet be damned, she did have horns. Ram horns, evidently, judging by the curl and perfect compact, yet imposing size, they were mostly aesthetic. No flashy giant, yet impractical horns and no cutesy anime ones tinier than her ears. Just good, old-fashioned horns. Pinkie Pie ignored her lack of answers and sniffed along their companion's form, even reaching the phallus in its limp state. Whatever silent judgements or ratings the little ball of vigor had, she surmised they'd be kiddish and hot.

"Ooooh, you smell like cake and vanilla. But sour, too. Do you, like, put frosting all over your body and have someone lick it off?" Pinkie inquired innocently.

"Did you want me to?" Lilith hushed, grinning heavily as her eyes went half-low.

A cat took her tongue and their local baker froze. She chuckled nervously and broke into a sweaty sort of anxiety. They looked all over and backed away inch by inch, finally glancing back in horror and dashing out the front exit. It took a while to register but when it hit, Lilith finally realized all that fanfiction about her most relative pony were wrong, completely wrong. Why she was seemingly afraid and wanted out as soon as it got coquettish, she'd never know. An innumerable rate of emotions struck her core as Lilith was awakened. She fell to her knees and memories of being passed around by ponies hailed about her conscious mind.

"Lilith...?" Twilight soothed, holding her up and against their mangled, sticky and tear-stained coat.

"I saw... I saw some ponies holding me down and hurting me. They hurt me everywhere. I smelled rocks and- I know these aren't my memories. I know they aren't. But whaddoes it mean if I got these as another person?" They hushed, so confused and displaced.

Her entire body felt so numb after the exchange. After all of the anxiety worked itself into the air and leaked into her cardiac core. It was so much closer. Every beat felt like a ripple through time and space in one singularity of sentience and matter alike. Lilith Coldharbour raised to her feet in a matter of seconds. She regained composure and found every step... lighter. And every breeze or wind blew like invisible hands she knew how to avoid with advanced proprioception.

"Hmmm... You grew horns and now you're showing what most occultists call 'empathy'. I don't normally believe in fairy tales but magic exists. I wouldn't be surprised if your exposure to Equestria is causing all these changes. I wonder why it's all sexual, though. Shouldn't you be a human with a neck thicker than a kickball or something?" She analyzed smoothly, making the last inquiry with a generalized understanding of descent with modification and evolutionary process.

It was all inferred to be side-effects toward magic with an advanced evolutionary process. If any of it proved otherwise, she was lost in elements and transcriptions of shifting DNA and RNA. They stayed silent for an hour or so reading various texts and lexicons on the occult. Why the occult? Because the inclusion of horns suddenly growing for no reason made Twilight remember the mythical daemons. Normally, she wouldn't even bother. But the edlritch happenings put a shadow over Ponyville. And each step they drew closer, a low grumble grew louder in the approaching sky. It's bass of basses called for knowledge no mere mortal could ever understand.

Yes, she noted, the knowledge of sexual demons. Why it was so theatrically hyped, she'd never know. Wasn't it the bare basics of summoning. Because no one ever understood that sexual creatures were the bread and butter of supernatural hooey.

"Hmmm... Let's see. The incubus is an infernal daemon from the ranks right below the archdemons and dukes of demons. Every incubus has a unique physiology as proven by a closer bond between various leaders and innovators in this caste, but most follow a typical set of traits. One is the straw-like
tongue of an incubus, which is thin and capable of reaching down a male's throat to his prostate regions. There, his testicles will be sucked away and fertility is gifted to the incubus in question. Another happens to be their cold or unusually large penis. The third is some default infertility that forces him or her to receive sperm from the living and go from there. An incubus can be male or female, but some accounts say they can become hermaphroditic due to birth defects. One should be wary of incubi if one is male, since the rare few ever recorded have been known to corrupt mortal males into members of their lewd and aggressively expansive ranks..."

All their exposition struck a nerve somewhere down the line. And though it held no emotional territory, it was intellectually baffling. How could a girl like her, a simple human girl with a large, cold dick and sex-drive ever deal with the possibility of being some perverted sex demon. If demons were real, she noted, hopefully the rest of Christianity and Catholicism wasn't either. Princess Twilight Sparkle caught her with no pants down and asked a strange request.

"Jerk into this vial for me. And if it helps, I can lick you to finish when your close."

Her apparent shock that a princess could be so dirty was muffled by a perpetual poker face. The low eyes conveyed a facade of boredom and her permanently red button nose meant... ambiguity. She gripped and handled her own phallus in a particular manner. The tip impacted her crown at the palm as all fingers clung downward. Lilith made sure to stare elsewhere and thrust into her improvised pocketpussy. Though the royal archivist and magi wanted to refrain, she just had to raise a question.

"Why... do you do it like that?" Her highness muttered, stopping them right away and lathering the crown just as soon.

A practiced tongue was a good tongue. A tongue with no shame was even better. Cold and distant, the princess stared up in everlasting boredom. Her alpha pressed into their cheek and tingled it with a small, massaging grind. Their adventurous actions drew a flutter from the amused and suckling unicorn.

"It feels like a womb. I'm used to reaching those, you know. Everyone back on Earth called me Incubro because my... meat was so big. But I never thought it was true. Here I am now making a princess like my cock."

Their tease broke a crevice in her defense. Twilight went blank as she enjoyed their precum. As she felylt comfortable being pumped into and tasting everything about her incubus mate. Glancing away for a brief moment, she groaned admissibly. Yes, it was enjoyable. But no, she wouldn't be had. Their hooves took hold of Lilith's cheeks and she spread her apart. The lone action didn't deter her dominant, keeping them further down. Her highness opened their wine-kissed eyes just a smidgen wider. A loud thud struck her chest as each, continous deepthroat muffled her dirty words.

"M-mmnnh... Fhck yhmmms. Mhhk mh drnkhh smmh mmhnd dmht bmmh gmmhtmhl."

As much as she wanted to yell or scream into her cock, the naughty princess kept to emoting. Groans. Little, mature chirps and even hard slurps showed all she wanted to say. Their oral union took it a step further as little Twilight was bunched by the mane and yanked down repeatedly. Her hooves were pressed against supple, human thighs as every nerve in her crotch screamed for inclusion. The supple droop of her ears gave a pleasure signal no moan could ever give. Not even Twilight could keep emotion from her invasive experience. Her eyes closed so each thrust and guide could fade into pure, perceptible pleasure. Isolating her senses made it comparable to smores melting everywhere in her gullet. She struggled to resist at all. Even her forearms went limp and her tears streamed freely. It didn't hurt. Not at all. Twilight realized she was shaking as her own hips jerked and glitched in pressure. Lilith let her tongue loll freely under one, unified climax. Five, creamy loads tingled her slutty princess, each load swallowed absentmindedly, as if they were made to please one another. Twilight panted off her prick and tickled the tip with hot exhales. It ended with Twilight cleaning them with her mouth and hoofjobbing Lilith's remnants into the vial.

Their mutual pleasure rippled a lake within a certain somepony. And certainly, her oiled groin agreed. Somehow, the primitive biochemical process of sex made her feel. Happiness or not, it was dangerous. It meant that when she stopped feeling good, she'd crave every single session like air. Their worry transferred into a single statement.

"We... should never do that again."

"What...?"

"We... can't do that again. I wanna kiss you. And hold your hand. I came for you just because you were in my mouth. We can't be together. I already have a boyfriend and I didn't think this could ever happen. But I didn't know I could feel." Twilight clarified, blank but wavering till she started off.

Their companion, incubus or not, grabbed her wing in supple gesture.

"Twilight. What's wrong with feeling...?"

"It... makes you weak."

"But if you can't feel, how do you enjoy anything? Don't you like being happy or feeling good about doing something good like... this?"

She started to wobble and so did her pipe. Twilight Sparkle turned her head back and didn't even know her pupils were needles. They dug deep into her core and pulled out magic tricks. Each trick was a way to break somepony's heart and make them a living husk. The magician was no other than her own, racing intellect, which spoke and relayed the legends of loss and emptiness.

"I... don't care. I don't care at all..." was all she could say before galloping up the stairs and shutting her door.

Even then, the door was just for the staircase and Lilith could actually see through the walls. But Twilight really did seem apathetic. Judging from how tired she was, which resulted in passing out near her own door, today was just another problem. Just another obstacle. What did that make Lilith. Their actions only served to wound her. Lilith blamed herself. If she hadn't taken it so far, she'd still have someone who didn't want her gone. The incubus lay down and soon curled into herself on the couch downstairs. Her salted, melting tears dripped down her cheeks as the door creaked open. Some, familiar Rainbow nuzzled her cheek and kept them warm the rest of the night. It was resplendent to feel.