Octavia licked over her snout as she approached Brad. "The kind of reward I have in mind isn't appropriate for your friends to watch."

Brad waved the rest of the party away. "You heard her, buzz off."

Paul turned for the door, waving for us to follow, and soon we were standing outside the room. She closed the door, then went limp. Paul's voice spoke lightly to us from nowhere. "The party knew Brad was facing his punishment. There was little purpose to a game if one ignore's the rules, and they watched through the wall, allowed to witness the justice being handed down."

Paul snapped back to life and turned around. The wall had become a one-way mirror, and we could hear and see everything.

Octavia, or what pretended to be her, had advanced on Brad, stroking over her body with eager hooves. "I never noticed how well-built you were. I was such a fool before, turning you away. What was I thinking?"

Brad nuzzled along her neck, nibbling through her fur. "It's OK. That's old news now. Let's just enjoy the moment."

*** Since it occurs to me to put in a warning, clop be here. Look for clop end to skip. ***

Octavia slipped her head underneath Brad's barrel, nuzzling up along her belly until she arrived between her legs, where she sniffed and flicked out a broad tongue, tasting Brad's dampened petals. Brad licked her lips with a soft pleased rumble. "Which way do you prefer it?"

Octavia drew her head back out. "Hmm?"

"Innie, or outtie?" Brad pressed nose-to-nose. "I can ride you all night long if you prefer it."

Octavia's face become a grin of delight. "That sounds wonderful. Is it a toy? Vinyl's tried a few of those before..."

Brad transitioned quietly from female to male, voice deepening. "No toys here. Present."

Octavia turned away from Brad, hiking her tail out of the way. "Such a talented little thing you are. Go on..."

"There's nothing little about this." Brad scoffed as he hopped up onto her and shuffled into position. He pushed eagerly into her tight depths with a low grunt of pleasure. A strange new pleasure suddenly bolted through him and he exploded thickly into her despite having just mounted her. She moaned whorishly, pressing back against his twitching tool as it filled her. Brad felt dizzy and drained, but good. Despite the brevity, its intensity was incredible.

"More," commanded Octavia, driving back against his still hard shaft. "Fill me."

Brad pulled back a few inches before sinking deeply into her with a wet squelch, starting to rock against her in eager motions. With every other shove, his body went tense as climax shuddered through him. She was literally draining him dry, but he never felt sore or empty. The pleasure only grew with every shuddering explosion into the wanton pony under him. Brad sunk against Octavia, strength abandoning him to the point that he couldn't push against her any longer.

Octavia looked over her shoulder. "Aw, already done?" She swayed her hips back and forth, her back end a sopping mess of their shared fluids. "I'm not." Her velvety tunnel gripped him solidly and began to pull at him, stroking him without movement between them. His next release was the biggest yet and he howled in a mixture of ecstasy and sudden pain. Something more than cum had been extracted from him, and he felt it a moment before he collapsed across her back lifelessly.

*** Clop End ***

Paul glanced sideways at the others. "That's that."

I recoiled. "Uh, dude. Punishment is one thing... but you just killed him. That's a bit much."

Paul shook her head. "I don't think he's dead."

Bed Time shrank back against me. "That was horrible! He deserved to be punished, sure, but not... that."

Paul turned for the door and nudged it open. Joe put up a hoof quickly. "Are you sure that's a good idea?"

"Yes." Paul strode in towards the false Octavia.

Octavia rubbed her swollen belly, looking at Paul placidly.

Paul nodded at Octavia. "We need him back, please."

Octavia ceased to be Octavia, becoming a pony with deep red fur and bat-like wings. Her hooves were cloven and delicate horns curled back from her head. She was a demon pony. "You'll have to wait. I don't work that quickly." She huffed softly. "Why should I give my child to you anyway?"

I approached, filled with morbid curiosity. "Child? You mean he's in... there?" I pointed to the demon's swollen belly. "And not in there?" Where Brad's lifeless form was sprawled on the ground. "Creepy. Uh..." I didn't really have any good arguments for why a demon should give up its kid, horrific though its source may be. I looked to the others.

Joe shook his head firmly. "Don't look at me. This is way too freaky for me to wrap my head around. Can we get back to fighting evil instead of sleeping with it? That was a lot less confusing."

Bed Time was in firm agreement. "Paul, please, tell us you have a plan? I don't know what to do here. As... evil as I think this demon is, she is the literal tool of fate. I can't be angry at her for this."

The she-demon batted her lashes at Bed Time. "I love you too."

Paul reached out a hoof and gently rubbed the demon's womb through her red fur. "We'll wait, but you must give him back to us. That was the deal."

She pouted softly. "I don't know how you are aware of that, but fine." She settled to the ground, and we all waited. "His soul was already dark, it shouldn't take long..."

Joe busied himself by stripping Brad's form of equipment. Bed Time tilted her head at the looting. "Is that right?"

Joe shrugged. "If he comes back, he'll want it. If he doesn't, we'll want it. Win-win."

Author's Note

A question! What should Brad come back as, now that he has fallen for the wiles of this infernal beast? It's up to you, loyal readers!

What manner of typos infests the dreams of the corrupted?