Incubus

When a pony stares down the end of a barrel, does it remember how to be weak, or forget how to be strong?

Well. That was over and done. Lilith had her knees up and lounged about on one of the boutique feinting couches. Because who gave a shit about some vintage, velvet seats getting stained by college girl juices. More or less, their colors soothed a girl enough to make her hands idle. All that nice apricot-like red and the little buttons running about. The incubus sighed as each minute grew more and more monotonous. There weren't televisions in the lobby area. And though her inner-exhibitionist found it hot the windows barely had drapes, it was way creepy. As soon as she rose up with arm support, the stinging battle injury made her wince and repress a squeal. The bullet injury actually landed right in a spider's web design on her bicep.

Sort of badass, she noted soberly. But a scar never made someone beautiful by default. It just made them less ugly and more interesting. Even as she stumbled across to a mirror somehow hidden away behind dress after dress, it was all too clear. Lilith was just ugly. Her eyes always seemed to have makeup and eyeliner on. Her skin was too plastic and fake. Her nose looked like a cartoon character's. It was just too much for anyone to like. And who wanted a sweet person who cared instead of a dominant who didn't care...?

A lone saudering spot accompanied her scar as she looked all over. Thick hips. Small stomach. Pronounced knuckles. Two, sharp fangs and some semi-curly pink hair. It looked hideous to everyone she met. It did, didn't it. Lilith perked up and rigidly stood at attention. A small crash came from the upstairs boutique.

It must've been a burglar or a prowler enacting some sabotage. Rarity specifically mentioned that her sister had school that day. And that neither parent or relative would visit. She was alone, injured and at a severe disadvantage. Equines had more effective skeletal muscle percentage than humans. And it was only due to her supernatural origin she might've survived an attack from some starving hobo. The noise faded into a low whisper of creaks and squeaks against the upstairs floorboards. Lilith crept on the balls of her feet and played a continuous balancing act betwixt steps.

A high-pitched, almost miniature voice grabbed her attention. They complained about how icky it was being covered in dust and ashes. Each word came off on a whine or a bitch about her daddy coming over and shutting it down. Lilith opened the door to find somepony stuck in a room with a broken window. Her mane was in an elaborate ponytail that outgrew her beck. And around that peculiar neck was a pearl necklace. Their body was remarkably unharmed even from falling through a window head-first. Shards of glass dotted the floor but none even pricked her torso or delicate hooves.

"Ugh. Daddy's so gonna kill m-" Silver Spoon froze, her jaw dropping as she saw one, erect futa standing right beside her.

Silver Spoon tried to reach the window, but she was blocked. And the door, but scrambling over only showed a blur of pink hair and her main obstacle. A last-minute effort made her burst into tears. Though she couldn't stomp or whine, Silver Spoon went into a soft panic attack. Or, at least tried to act like it. Her impression of a live asthmatic failure was comparable to a middle-aged man getting too tired to walk. Their dying face amounted to sticking her tongue out and pretending to suffer from involuntary lung failure. Lilith walked over, grabbed her by the wrists and dragged her to more fashionable living quarters. Though she pretended to beg for help between chokes, it eventually turned to Silver Spoon flopping into bed and sassing the word 'whatever...'

"Hnhn... You're a cute, little thing. Did your daddy send you here?" The incubus asked, jerking her meat right beside Silver Spoon's cheek.

Her face turned sour as she shut her eyes and licked between explanations. It honestly took her captor by surprise. Maybe they both needed some relief from such a horrid week. And it'd only been three days for Celestia's sake. The filly had a messy, sloppy tongue. In fact, each flick and wrap of her miniature muscle seemed less like work and more like actual, savory tasting. Her baby blue spectacles didn't help with the surprise and lusciously illegal oral. They made eye-contact while talking.

"D-daddy did send me. I was bad because I stole from Miss Rarity. He told me I didn't need to steal from her. I needed to ruin her business. So, like, I was gonna break all the windows and burn the dresses. But not like the whole store, okay" Confessed her petite ponyfriend, keeping her eyes shut as she was pulled down to the bottom.

Going balls-deep never felt so good. Even if her testicles were absent, so it felt even better being free to go as hard and long as Lilith wanted. They savored each other by closing their eyes, making Silver Spoon worship it with her mouth. Sure, she wasn't being face-fucked just yet, but the size and taste drove her nuts. Her tiny hooves rest gingerly against Lilith's thighs, signalling she wanted to keep going and wanted it to feel good.

"You like sucking off random strangers? Is that your thing, Silver Spoon?" Lilith murmured, grinning absentmindedly from the immense satisfaction.

"Nmm-nmm!" Her filly protested, furrowing her lithe brows.

Their attitude changed when their precious, little ponytail was turned into a handle. It guided her up and down as her dominant pleased. Each squish and squelch rung hot in her ears. Hearing herself pant into a fat, hungry cock like Lilith's made everything burn. Resisting the urge to mumble into it became impossible. Silver Spoon kept her head down as she talked into her blowjob.

"Nmmmhhh... Uhhmh ymhs dhmdy... Mhmmm. Mhk mmmh pmmh dhmddy."

Her incubus fuck transitioned into hard clapping against her lips. Each one drew a glug and squelch of approval from her sticky tunnel. And each impact forced her filly-friend to cling harder to Lilith's lonely thighs. Lilith felt her fleshy textures digging deeper. Hooves became hooks as they left red imprints on her ass. She jerked herself off with Silver Spoon's delectable tunnel, never ceasing before the big, big finish. All that warmth forced her filly slut to shutdown and cum. Glasses crooked and mane disheveled in all the right places, Silver Spoon lay on her tummy and shot a look with authority.

"Fuck me... Call me princess while you do it."

A wider, more feral grin splayed across the features of her incubus mating partner.

"And you call me daddy while I fuck your little brains out." She cooed huskily, pinning her wrists above her childish head.

There, her pygmy playmate felt her first big girl cock ever. How could someone tell? Her first response was to tense up and repeatedly whimper 'ow'. Even though she clenched and shuddered tight enough to kill somepony, the constant cumming made up for her inexperience. Silver Spoon tossed and squirmed around as her little proto-womb was struck slow and hard. All she could do was utter one, continuous word, forgetting how to handle being ridden like an animal.

"Daddy... daddy... daddy..." Her filly grunted and panted, arching her back under every shake of their plump ass.

"Nnnhh... Just a little more, sweetie. Then daddy can get you pregnant." Daddy uttered, pinning her hindlegs in-place.

Every, little touch drove her body to fireworks. Each crackle turned to waves of booming noise as her synapses flickered from such loving abuse. Silver Spoon ached in her little spot and made noise comparable to dragging a saw around her clit. Her tiny daughter growled and groaned as daddy speared her ass. It grew to loud, violent shocks of their ass getting jackhammered. From either pain and bliss massaging every portion of her body, or the immense joy she felt in feeling the tip press against her stomach, Silver Spoon screamed.

"Oh fuck! I'm so fucking sorry! I didn't mean to do it, daddy!"

Her yummy, bleeding and cum-slick ass trembled minutes on end, locking them in sweet orgasm. Lilith gripped her frail and slender neck while she let it all out. Impossibly rough panting kept her fillyfriend barely on the edge of collapse, making her tongue jut out and stain the sheets with drool. Their collective load was so rich that it refused to leak out and stuck to their creators. Lilith held her hooves and pumped her with rock-solid patience. Every clap was just another reason for Silver Spoon to utter the words 'daddy' till they were nothing more than babbles. Lilith stayed there till she woke. It wasn't a chore or an inconvenience. It was rather pleasant, actually.

"Unnh... D-daddy?" Silver grunted, raising into a half-sit.

Lilith replied 'sorry, it's just me' with a nervous, toothy grin.

Astoundingly, the young mare only kissed her lips and didn't stop. Because it felt good. And though she hated nice people, her little tongue got to grind against another, sloppy muscle. She whispered and uttered sweet things as they lay together and started another position. Silver Spoon was hot all over as her hindlegs lay lazily in the air. On her back, she was used to looking up and half-sobbing through a pant. Both forehands were above her cranium as a thrusting Daddy kept her limp and willing.

"Daddy... daddy, promise when you need to cum, you'll pick me first, okay? I-I don't care if you have to be angry. I need you to make me pee whenever you want."

Lilith chuckled, and burst into a giggle as she pounded poor Silvie, making them both smile in absolute delight.

"N-nnhhh... Of course. Daddy will try, princess. Daddy promises she'll try. Soon, you might have sisters to play with, too, remember?"

The answer didn't even hurt her. Instead, daddy's little princess looked away happy, closed her eyes and bit her lip.