Chapters Do Sex Demons Dream of Perverted Ponies?
Author's Note
Chapter Tags: Bondage, dubcon/rape, spanking, Luna sub, Rarity dom, electro-stim/torture, hot wax, a huge dildo and a ruined matress.
Luna's Dream
Princes Luna was in a bind, literally. That is to say, she was bound; Tight silken ropes held her hooves together beneath the stone table she was set upon ― fore-hooves directly bound to each other, hind-hooves wrapped around them, the angle forcing her hind-legs slightly apart. More ropes held her wings up straight above her, anchored somewhere to a ceiling she could not see. A metal magic-supressant cage was locked around her horn, fitted to a leathery bridle that held her head down, leaving her only limited movement. Worst of all, though, was the woven tube wrapping half her tail, from the base outward, holding it vertical by a single strap connected to her head. The other bindings left her helpless and vulnerable, but that binding left her… exposed, in a way that suggested worrying things about her captors' intentions.
Luna surveyed her surroundings as best she could; She could not remember how she got here, and had no clear notion of where “here” was. The scene felt oddly familiar, yet she could think of no reason it should. The only light came dimly from flickering torches; Shadows danced across the wall and floor. She seemed to be in a large, circular room ― the only wall she could see was bare, worn stone, curving as far as she could see around and behind her. The floor was of similar stone, and the ceiling hidden in darkness. The air was cool and humid, smelling faintly of smoke and leather. The table she was bound to had the feel of hard, smooth stone, flat for the most part, but rounded at the edges. Looking beneath her, she could dimly see where her bonds were secured to large iron rings set into the floor, and the thick table-legs to either side.
She took a breath to steady herself, and considered her situation. Her abducters surely knew the risks of kidnapping a princess, so threats would be wasted. They must have considerable rescources, or magic, or both, so bribery or randsom seemed unlikely. The undeniably sexual aspect of her bondage suggested somepony had a personal interest in having her at their mercy. Perhaps her best option would be appealing to her captor's ego, attempting to exploit his (or her) overconfidence.
With that reasoning, Luna took another deep breath, and spoke with all the confidence she could muster: “Why doest thou hide in shadows? Art thou scared to emerge and face me?”
Silence followed. In honesty, Luna was unsure if anypony was in the room with her, until the slow clop of hooves on stone echoed around her. She strained her head around, to try and get even a glimpse of her captor. There was movement on the edge of her vision, but was that no more than a shadow on the wall?
A mightly “smack” echoed throughout the chamber; Luna felt sure her body had fliched of its own accord on hearing the sound, moments before she felt the searing pain of a crop brought down sharply across her exposed butt-cheeks. A cry escaped her lips before she could control herself.
“Aaaah! C-coward! Do you fea―nng!” her words were cut off by a second swift strike to her rump. She clenched her teeth to stop herself crying out a second time. Bracing herself for a third strike, she kept her jaw shut, panting through parted lips.
Instead, the tip of the crop began to stroke back and forth across her backside, and voice behind her hissed:
“Lesson One, Slut :” ― each word was drawn out, the last spat with malicious glee. Luna flushed indignantly at being addressed in so vulgar a fashion. “You will only address me as 'Mistress'.”
“I know not who you ― aaah!” Luna began again, before the crop came down cruelly on her right buttock, “b-but when my siste―aah!” she forced herself to continue, even as the crop came down just as fiercly on her left cheek, “finds you, be assured―”. She stopped in horror as the end of the crop pushed in between the lips of her cunt, pressing up against her clit. She swallowed hard. Though her mind wanted no part of it, her loins had become hot, and wet. Now she feared her sensitive marehood would be used against her, and there was nothing she could do about it.
“Say it.” The hissing voice seemed amused by Luna's trembling resistance, or perhaps by her arousal. Luna scruched her eyes shut, and tried to ignore the crop slowly stroking her pussy, stimulating her further. She dared not speak, but forced herself to remain silent. She had endured worse pain than the spankings before, but she was finding the humiliation hard to bear.
The crop came away, and Luna winced in anticipation even before it struck her swollen marehood. The flat end landed directly on her clit, sending fireworks up into her brain. Tears rolled down her cheeks as her hips bucked helplessly, straining against her bonds.
“Who am I?” the voice taunted her. Luna tried desparately to think of a way out of her situation. It seemed, though, that her only options were to continue resisting, which would bring ony further torture, or to play along. It would mean sacrificing some dignity, but if she did as the voice asked, the spanking would end, and perhaps she would find some chance to catch her abductor off-guard.
“Muh-mis―” Luna cut herself short, clenching down her teeth and silently cursing herself for a moment's weakness. No matter the cost, she could not, must not yield even slightly to this pony's will.
The crop was removed, and silence filled the dungeon as the spanking paused. For maybe half a minute, Luna could hear only the sound of her own heavy breathing. Then, with a gentle click, the crop was set down on the table beside her. Luna listened to the gentle clip-clop of hooves somewhere behind her, not daring to imagine what her torturer had planned next.
Something long, hard, and mostly flat pressed against her left cutie mark. It felt like a paddle, but with small, cold, nubs covering its surface. A soft beep sounded, and a tingling, crawling sensation spread across her skin. Luna had handled lighting often enough to know the feel of electricity, and that eldritch sensation now followed the stroke of the paddle across her side and onto her buttock.
A second beep sounded, and Luna felt the tingling intensify, spreading further until it teased the edges of her vagina.
“Say it,” hissed the voice again, louder and less amused than before. Luna said nothing, but stared defiantly at the shifting shadows on the far wall. Did she recognise that voice? Once again, she found herself plagued by an elusive sense of familiarity. Yet when the paddle was pulled away, and brought back down with only a gentle slap against her right buttock, she found herself snapping back to more immediate concerns. A small yelp escaped her lips as her backside twitched from the stinging electrical shock.
She couldn't help but whimper quietly as the paddle caressed its way inwards to her marehood, the cracking energy painful against her folds. The paddle slowly rubbed her cunny, making her shudder and moan. The pain made it hard to focus on anything else. The stimulation felt almost solid inside her, throbbing and pinching at her sensitive nethers.
This torment continued for several torturous minutes, Luna's whimpers turning to sobs, both from the pain and from the unbidden orgasmic build-up within her. When the paddle pulled away, she gasped with relief, but then moaned with frustration. Her inner thighs were slick with her pussy juices, and the smell of sex filled the air.
She hadn't noticed the crop being lifted from beside her; When it struck down across her backside, her cries filled the room. There was no point in trying to stay quiet, now, but she could still refuse to speak. When the crop once more began to rub her clit, she let out a small whine at learning just how sensitive she now was. The slightest touch threatened overwhelming pleasure and made her squirm uncontrollably.
Then the crop pulled away, to be once more set down beside her. Three soft beeps sounded, and Luna's eyes widened in fear as she remembered how each previous such noise had signalled an increase in intensity of the lightning-paddle ― a step up to a higher setting. Perhaps she should reconsider ― there would be no harm in playing along, pretending to give this pony what she…
It was too late; The paddle came up hard on her soaking cunt, an explosion of electric agony breaking through her resolve.
“MISTRESS!” Luna screamed, pretence of dignity lost for a moment in the blinding pain, before the paddle was pulled away.
“Again,” commanded the “Mistress” . Luna hesitated, and the paddle came down on her left buttock again.
“Mistress!” She cried again, and the paddle was once more removed.
“Again, Slut!” Luna's Mistress commanded, and there was no hesitation this time.
“Mistress.” Luna moaned the word. There was no point refusing now, but it was just a word after all. If it would fool the Mistress into lowering her guard, it would be worth the small blow to her pride.
“Good. Now, 'Lesson Two', Slut: You are my Slut. You have no other name, no other purpose, no other life. Do you understand?”
Luna nodded, not trusting herself to speak. The paddle smacked her right cheek, and she screamed.
“Show more respect, Slut. Answer clearly when your Mistress asks you a question.”
“Yes, Mistress.” It was no lie; She did understand. That was not the same as agreeing, though.
“Say it, Slut,” commanded the Mistress. Her voice was clearer, now, no longer whispering, and definitely familiar.
Ah. That one would be harder to dodge. Luna raised her head as high as she could, once again stubbornly closed-mouthed, and determined to resist this “lesson”, even though she had conceded to the first. She braced herself for the paddle's sting, even as tears began to dry on her cheeks.
Instead, a different note sounded, and the paddle was set down to her other side. Luna tried not to let the trepidation she felt show on her face as she wondered what the next torture would be.
She did not have to wonder for long — a thick, red, flickering candle levitated in front of her, hot wax dribbling down the side as it was tilted. The candle floated around behind her, giving her just enough time to consider what would happen next.
“Say your name.” Hot wax dripped onto her right buttock, which was still aching from the crop's strikes. Luna shuddered, but refused to let out a sound. “Say it, Slut.” Luna whimpered as hot was next dribbled over her left cheek.
The gentle tingle of levitation magic spread her vaginal lips, opening her pussy wide.
“Your Mistress commands, you, Slut. Say. Your. Name.” Hot wax flowed freely down her cunny and onto her clit, hardening even as the burning heat seared her sensitive nethers. Luna screamed at the unbearable agony.
“SLUT!” Luna cried, as soon as she could force coherent words out. “Slut, my name is Slut! You're my Mistress! I'm a Slut! Please, Mistress! I'm your Slut! Please, Mistress, ple-he-hease…” Luna sobbed hopelessly, heavy tears of shame mixing with those of pain.
“Good Slut,” spoke Luna's Mistress. The wax dripping stopped. For a few moments, Luna's heavy panting was the only sound in the dungeon, the after-ache of her rear the only sensation she could focus upon. Then something hard, smooth, and cold, like a rounded pebble, slid in against Luna's clitoris. She bit her lip and trembled as this object pushed against her nub, giving a slight sensation of suction as it adhered itself to her. Then the lump began to vibrate gently, just enough that it couldn't be ignored.
The crop and paddle were lifted from the table and floated behind her somewhere. Luna hoped, prayed that they were being put away. The sound of hooves upon stone echoed around the chamber once more, and her tormentor stepped into view. For a moment, Luna was dumbfounded, enough even to forget her pain and growing pleasure.
“Rarity!? ” almost the moment Luna exclaimed this, the wicked crop snapped across her butt once more, making her howl and twitch.
“Bad Slut, did you forget Lesson One?” Rarity now made no effort to disguise her voice, nor the cruelty it carried.
“Mistress! I'm sorry, Mistress. You are my Mistresss, and I am your Slut,” Luna gabbled. She had to play along, to do everything her Mistress instructed, pretend to be broken. That would make the pain stop. It might also fool Mistress into lowering her guard.
The “Mistress” Rarity was attired in a classic dominatrix outfit. A black leathery single-piece costume covered her trunk, but left her thighs and cutie-marks fully exposed. Black hoofboots partially covered fishnet stockings, and a black choker accented her neck. Framed by the purple curls of her mane, her half-closed eyes with thier blue eyeshadow stared lustfuly into those of her “Slut”. Luna lowered her gaze, staring instead at the shadows dancing across the floor.
“Oh, my dear Slut, ” said Rarity, “I realise these lessons must be quite painful for you, but you have done quite well. I have a small reward for you, if you'd like it.”
“R-reward, Mistress?”
Rarity looked across somewhere behind Luna, and levitated an object to the space between them. Luna's eyes widened as she stared at it; it was a large, purple, dildo. At least a foot long, quite thick, with a slightly flared tip, ridges all along the shaft, and a ring of bulbous beads around the base. Just the sight of it was mesmerising to Luna.
Rarity grinned, and with a pulse from her horn, the vibrations in Luna's loins intensified. “Tell me, Slut: Are you a horny Slut?” Rarity's voice sang with amusement, as she ran the tip of one hoof along the length of the mighty phallus. “Do you want this? Are you aching for it?”
Luna nodded. “Yes. Oh yes, Mistress.” She couldn't deny it; The vibrations were driving her crazy with lust. She didn't care how oversized it was, she just had to take that plastic cock, all of it.
Rarity lowered the tip to Luna's mouth. Luna licked it hungrily, and as Rarity pushed it forward, Luna gripped the end with her lips and began to suck on it. Rarity giggled as she watched. Another small pulse left her horn, but this time it was the purple phallus that began to purr, vibrating fiercly in Luna's mouth. Luna let out a small moan of surprise.
Then Rarity pulled the still-vibrating dildo back away from Luna, and leaned in toward her. “Then what do you think a horny, dirty Slut should do, when she wants something from her Mistress?”
Luna stared back at her, realisation forming. “Please, Mistress,” she moaned, “please, I beg of you: Fuck me. Fuck your dirty, horny, Slut, Mistress. I am begging you, please fuck me hard, I need it so badly.”
“Hmm. Well said, Slut,” grinned Rarity, and sent to dildo floating past Luna's face, heading back towards her rear.
On the wall and floor, the shadows moved unnaturally. They twisted and flowed, seeming to gather beneath Rarity's hooves, flowing under her, into her. Luna barely noticed this, but as she did, it felt like a shadow was lifted from her own mind. She started to understand where she was, why she was here, what was happening, and why it all felt so disconcertingly familiar.
The realisation came too late, though, as the whirring dildo plunged into her swollen, throbbing nethers. She howled, this time with pleasure, as the vibrating ridges stroked across her sensitive opening. She grabbed at her hind-hooves and tried to pull them forward, trying to open her vagina wider to accomadate the thick, thrusting shaft. Her whole body convulsed as Rarity propelled the pulsing phallus into a series of deep, powerful thrusts.
Luna's eyes rolled back, her tongue hung out. The dildo was not even half-way in, yet each thrust forced it deeper, brought her closer to the edge. She was trapped in ecstasy, lost to orgasmic joy. Her beloved Mistress was fucking her silly, and there was nothing better in all the world.
Soon, Luna began reaching her peak. Rarity seemed to sense this, and hilted the dildo fully into her Slut. She also brought the crop across Luna's right buttock again, but for Luna this only heightened the pleasure. Her cunt spasmed, floods of mare juices flowed down her hegs and onto the floor. It felt like she came not once, but over and over, multiple orgasms crashing through her, one after another. Luna closed her eyes, and her howls died down to a whimper as Rarity's toys milked her marehood for every drop.
When Luna opened her eyes, the temporary insanity had ended. She was lying in her bed, the sheets hot and sticky around her. Her breathing came fast and heavy. With a small pulse from her horn, the lights in her room came on, so that she could clearly see the dark patch in her sheets. Lifting them away, she stared down between her legs. A powerful aroma of sex hit her; The bed was practically flooded. As she considered what this all meant, how hard she had orgasmed, how real the dream had been, and how clearly she had seen Rarity there with her, and most of all the strange, shifting shadows, only one response sprung to mind.
“Oh, fuck!” she exclaimed.
Do Sex Demons Dream of Perverted Ponies?
Author's Note
Contains: Public humiliation, masturbation, forced masturbation, cursed clothing
Rarity's Dream
Rarity felt sick. Her guts were churning, her head spinning. Her body trembled, and her breaths came short and shallow. She bounced from one pair of legs to the other, left to right and back again, unable to stand still.
Yet despite this, she was in her element. From behind the stage curtains, she could hear to the pulsing music playing while she awaited her cue. In mere moments, she would be on-stage, showcasing her latest design to some of the Most Important Ponies, both in the world of fashion, and among the Canterlot elite. With that in mind, her nerves could take a back-seat to excitement.
Then the curtains rose, and Rarity began her catwalk. Her dress was of layered white silk, and sparkling white diamonds, with a few choice details picked out in sapphire-encrusted indigo ribbon, to match her hair. It suited her perfectly, which of course was why she was the perfect model. As she sauntered down the runway, the flowing silk felt simply divine against her legs, and against her lucky black lace lingerie (which was certainly not visible through the layers of her dress). Though she held her head high, she could feel all eyes in the room were upon her.
Of course, she had spared no expense on her make-up and manestyle, her hair was tied up into a fabulous tower atop her head, flaunting her beautiful neck.
She sashayed to the end of the runway, cameras flashing all around her, spotlights making her gemstones glitter, and struck a pose. Keeping her expression fashionably aloof wasn't easy; Inside she wanted to scream, to bounce, to grin manically from ear to ear. This was her moment. This was all she had dreamed of.
She struck a different pose, feigning a weary sigh of disinterest, and turned back for her return to back-stage. She was the star of the show, the shining gem atop the crown. Before her return, though, she wished to add one final touch. Twisting her head, casting her gaze back over her shoulders at the audience behind her, she smiled, and gave her hips a flirtatious wiggle, just to add a certain “je sais exactement ” to her routine. Returning to her blank expression and dignified pose, she began her return catwalk.
Two steps in, she fell flat on her face.
Horrified, Rarity struggled with whatever had tangled her hooves. She tried desperately to not think about her current position - head down, rear raised, and a huge hall full of ponies at hoof level, staring up at her. “Just stay calm,” she told herself. Something was pulled tight around her hindhooves — that is why she tripped. Had one of her sapphire-encrusted indigo ribbons come loose? It would be the very worst possible thing if this was some failing of her dress design.
She pushed down with her forehooves, hoping to at least raise herself into a more dignified position. Instead, her sash pinned her upper forelegs to her trunk. She struggled and kicked, trying to force herself free. This achieved exactly one thing — she somehow managed to spread her hindlegs wide apart.
Rarity whined in horrified disbelief, unable to imagine exactly what kind of wardrobe failure could result in this absurd position. She turned her head and called out to the ponies in the audience, but the music seemed to pulse louder than ever, drowning out her cries. She stared around wildly. Bright spotlights shone into her eyes from every direction. Beyond them, she could see only shadows, filled with the watchful eyes of countless ponies. Every one of them stared at her, not one of them caring about her obvious plight.
Fabric pulled tighter across her back. Rarity froze, wondering if her mind was playing tricks on her. Then something else tightened, pulling one layer of her train up over her rump, lifting her tail along with it. Wide-eyed, she screamed, though even that might have been silent for all that she could hear above the pounding beat.
Her dress was not merely tangled; It was moving .
Unable to see what her dress was doing beneath her, and with help obviously not forthcoming, she resorted to the only option she could think of. Throwing her weight to one side, she rolled onto her back, dropping her rump to the floor with a clumsy “thump”.
Her horn flared as she summoned a dozen spectral scissors — crude improvisations compared to the real thing, but hopefully enough to tear apart whatever bewitched fabric had ensnared her. Lying on her back, forelegs bound and hindlegs spread wide, she stared a moment at the twisted fabric wrapped around her. Then she set her resolve, and drove her conjurations downward, intent on destroying her own treacherous creation.
Lightning crackled through her head, not quite painful, but blindingly disorientating. When the moment passed, the scissors were gone. A single stretch of fabric had been cut loose, and it hovered before her, wrapped in the blue glow of her magic, twisting in the air. She tried to cast it aside, but instead it looped around her head, pulling tight into her mouth as an improvised gag. Looking up at her horn, she saw that the ribbon from her manestyle now wrapped the base of her horn, bending her magic to its own purpose.
Her eyes darted around the room — why was nopony helping her? When cold realisation dawned upon her, it brought tears to her eyes: to the onlooking audience, this magic would seem to be her own. In fact, all that was happening to her, would appear to be her own doing, Even if she had a chance to explain herself, this performance would undoubtedly ruin her, and ponies would be talking about it for months.
The fabric shifted, and she watched in horror as her own blue spellcraft slowly lifted aside the folds of her dress, unveiling her naughty underthings to the whole room. She took back her earlier thoughts; This was the worst possible thing, the thing that would not only ruin her, but leave her unable to show her face in fashion circles for years to come.
Yet in the shifting shadows of the audience, dozens, nay hundreds of eyes gazed at her, hungrily, lustfully. They wanted her . This night, this moment, they weren't looking at her dress, they weren't thinking of their wives, or husbands. She was the center of all attention in the room, the object of every fantasy and desire, and in some dark corner of her mind, this thought carried a naughty, tingling thrill. Never in her wildest dreams had she imagined such a thing, and yet…
In her dreams…
Her chain of thought broke as she felt the movement of silk over her hips, and then over the top of her buttocks. She flushed hotly, and whined into her gag as Inch by terrible inch, the misappropriated magic began removing her panties. Over her cutie-mark they slid, across her butt-cheeks, and onto her legs. Once there, they were lifted more swiftly up her raised legs, until they reached her hooves.
Rarity swallowed, staring up at the ceiling in blank refusal to accept her situation. The fabric of her dress folded under her, lifting her backside slightly higher to give the audience a better view. Her tail was trapped beneath her, covering nothing. She tried to close her legs, but the ribbons wrapped around them pulled tight across her shoulders and back — her struggles only arched her back more, and lifted her head more upright.
Half the Canterlot and fashion elite were staring at her exposed pussy. She hoped and prayed that the ground would swallow her, that the whole building would collapse and erase every memory of this moment. Yet upon glancing down at the hungry faces in the crowd, she found herself unable to pull her eyes away, unable to help but stare back at their watchful gazes, captivated by their raw, primal, lust.
She writhed slowly against her bonds, hoping against futility that she could work her way loose. So when her right foreleg came free, her spirit soared with renewed hope. She grabbed up at her horn, to pull away the accursed bindings, but then dropped straight back to despair when her leg stopped moving.
She was wearing white lace stockings, and they had suddenly stiffened, locking her leg in place.
She thrashed frantically, trying desperately to move her leg. Just a few inches more. It was right in front of her face, so unbearably close to touching her horn, her position infuriating beyond measure, but there was worse yet to come.
Rarity stared at her leg helplessly, as the fabric squeezed around her joints, twisting and pulling, forcing it to move against her will. Like a puppet on command, her leg folded back down, onto her chest, but it didn't stop there. Slowly, tauntingly, it slid a gentle S-shape, down from her chest, onto her belly, and from there, continued onwards.
“No.” Rarity shouted the word into the fabric filling her mouth. “No, no, no, no, NO!”
There was no stopping it, though. With the hall full of staring ponies and flashing cameras were her audience, the tip of her right hoof began to stroke small circles around her marehood. Hot, wet juices soaked into her stocking, making her realise that she was already dripping with arousal. She knew that everypony here would remember this night, for the rest of their lives — the night Rarity had masturbated right in front of all of them, for all of them. Then she would be famous, all right — more than some flavour-of-the-month fashionista, or some pop-singer with a short lived career. The name of Rarity would be whispered in legend for generations to come. Everypony would know her, as the most supreme slut in the history of fashion.
Teasing no more, the hoof dove in, vigorously rubbing her swollen clit. Rarity cried out from shock, her cheeks burning from the shame, the frustration, and the violation. Yet once the shock passed, the pleasure was indescribably intense, and try as she might, she couldn't look away from all the watchful eyes upon her. She stared back at them, mesmerised by the way they looked at her, feasting themselves on her humiliation and arousal.
Her body began to twitch and spasm, over and over as the rising orgasm wracked through her, her hips bucking uncontrollably into her hoof. She felt her own magic spread her pussy lips apart, to give her hoof better access, and her audience a better view. She moaned and writhed, as for all her protests, she could not deny: being the focus of so much lust was making her unbearably horny, her fluids pooling on the stage floor.
She kicked her legs, and her bonds forced them down, backward, behind her. She was quite a flexible mare, and as the ribbons pulled her hindhooves up towards her shoulder, this forced her to lift her hips clean off the stage, and into the air, her back arching to its limit as her hooves continued to pound her.
Then she began to cum. Oh, sweet Celestia, Luna, and anypony else, she was cumming so hard. Her cunt spasmed and she squirted, juices spraying across the stage. She screamed into her gag, and rolled her eyes back in her head. The moment seemed to stretch on for minute after minute, her juices going everywhere as the rogue forehoof continued to pleasure her. The climax dragged out until eventually her hindlegs bucked, and she collapsed to the stage. Her hoof didn't stop there, but it did slow right down to a gentle massage. As she lay there, panting and sobbing in disgrace, dozens of cameras and hungry stared continued to capture every moment.
The nightmarish dress, however, was not finished with her. Her hips twisted, her other forehoof forced into pushing her up off the floor. The fabric rolled her over onto her front, pulled her hindlegs forward, and thrust her rump high in the air, silken layers falling around her shoulders. The relentless assault of her uncontrolled hoof quickened again, already bringing her loins up to a sexual simmer, and she knew she would be forced to orgasm at least once more before the night ended.
Something seemed to break inside Rarity's mind, resistance giving way to uncontrolled lust. She was already ruined — nothing could erase what had already happened. Having come this far, there was no longer any reason for her not to embrace the dark excitement within her. If she was giving these ponies the show of their lives, she may as well enjoy giving it her all. She moaned with pleasure as her hips began to sway, her marehood seeking further stimulation, bucking against her hoof.
She did not notice the strange way the shadows in the audience shifted, pooling across the stage despite the heavy spotlights, gathering beneath the folds of her demonic garment. She was far too busy losing herself to the debauched pleasure of her situation, staring back at the audience all around her with pure lust in her eyes. She didn't notice the fabric loosening around her, releasing her from its control. She was already humping her own forehoof unrestrainedly, rubbing her clit with all she could muster, driving herself deeper into her second orgasm of the night.
When the second climax struck her, she howled with joy. They were all watching her. The were all watching her cum. Soon, all of Equestria would know what a horny little slut she was, and not only did she not fear this, she welcomed it. She closed her eyes to focus on this moment alone her body a tight ball of exploding pleasure. Moments later, her orgasms pushed her past her limits, her strength left her, her legs slid from under her, and she collapsed in a heap, still making small humping motions against her hoof.
For a time, she seemed to drift in semi-conciousness. When she opened her eyes, brief panic gripped her: everything was dark, and there was something covering her eyes. When she regained enough coherent thought to pull the sleep-mask from her face, and illuminate the bedside lamp, she found herself lying belly-down in her own bed, soaked with fluids. Her right forehoof was pinned underneath her, pressed against her sopping cunny. Her bedsheets were a bedraggled hot and sticky mess around her where she had pulled them in; Even her pillow was soaked with drool where she had been biting down on it.
Despite all this, it took her several minutes of confusion to realise that she had been dreaming. The experience had been so vivid, so intense, that she was almost prepared to swear that she had actually been there, even though she had not clue where “there” actually was.
When the confusion and heavy panting wore off, she looked at the clock, and sighed. It was too early to get up, too late to go back to bed. Not that she really had a bed to go back to, with the state it was in. She resigned herself to an early start — a long shower and a hearty breakfast, then she could get some extra work done on her latest project, before opening the boutique for the day.
By mid-morning, she was about ready to quit. Business was dead slow, and the night's excursions had left her tired, yet almost painfully horny. This made no sense to Rarity, as the condition of bedsheets indicated that she had orgasmed copiously several times over, yet the fact remained: she couldn't decide if what she wanted most in the world was to go back to sleep, or spend the rest of the day clopping herself silly. She was even considering a shopping splurge for a whole new collection of sex toys, just to help her get off.
That said, she would not be the successful businessmare she was today if she was in the habit of closing shop on a whim. She would run the store for her advertised business hours, no more or less, before taking the time for personal gratification. Lots and lots of personal gratification. She could wait, even if the complete lack of customers made the morning drag on endlessly.
So when the door eventually swung open and shut, Rarity put on the friendliest, liveliest face she could muster, and cantered over.
“Welcome to the Carousel Bou-ou-oh-” — here she struggled to stifle a yawn — “-tique, where everything is — Princess Luna !?”
The exclamation was not entirely unwarranted, for that was indeed who now stood before the befuddled fashionista. Barely had the words left her mouth before Rarity dropped to the floor in a deep bow, horrified at her own breach of etiquette.
“Please rise, Miss— Rarity.” There was an odd catch in princess's words, but tone was as regal and commanding as ever, if considerably quieter than usual — almost what most ponies would consider a normal volume. While Rarity did as bidden, Luna continued. “I do not wish to intrude upon you, but I must ask a… personal question.” Luna scanned the empty room “Is there some-place we can discuss this privately?”
Rarity nodded “Right this way, Your Majesty” she gestured towards the kitchen “if you would grant me a moment, I shall close up to ensure we are not disturbed”.
Luna nodded, and Rarity hurried to the front door. Her heart was racing, it was not hard to imagine what “The Princess of Dreams” might wish to speak to her about, after last night. Surely, though, Princess Luna was not in the habit of spying on such dreams, this had to be a coincidence, right?
Having set the sign on her door, she hurried back to her kitchen, where the lunar princess was already seated. Luna gestured for Rarity to sit also, and, nervously, she did so. Luna then cleared her throat.
“I shall be direct, ” Luna pronounced solemnly “Miss Rarity, last night, did you experience an erotic dream?”
By a strange coincidence unknown to either pony, exactly one response rose to Rarity's mind.
“Oh, fuck!” she thought.
Do Sex Demons Dream of Perverted Ponies?
Author's Note
Contains: Exposition, and two fully concious adults having consensual sex with no particular kinks or fetishes. I am so, so sorry. The next one'll be a lot more perverted, I promise. It is lesbian pony sex, with magic and horn-jobs and oral and stuff, if that helps.
A Royal Visit
“Miss Rarity, last night, did you experience an erotic dream?”
Rarity's cheeks burned, but no doubt the Princess had a good reason for asking. Rarity opted to answer truthfully, albeit with a minimum of details. “Yes, Princess, I did.”
“Then it is as I feared; Another dream parasite is loose. Therefore I must also ask thee, were there other ponies in this dream?”
“Yes.”
“Whom?”
“I'm afraid I don't know, Princess. They were hidden in shadows.”
At this, Luna produced an audible sigh of relief. “Then he should still be limited to the two of us. He would need a face that you would recognise, and that you would be able to name, before it could reach their dreams through you.” Luna seemed to be half talking to herself; After this pronouncement, she fell silent, and stared at the tabletop between them, as if lost in thought.
Rarity hesitated. Based on what Princess Luna had said, there were some obvious conclusions that she could jump to. Still, it seemed rather inappropriate to ask a reigning diarch of Equestria the question “have you been having erotic dreams about me?” For that matter, the question “did you create a crazed sex-dream demon, and accidentally let it loose into my mind (by having erotic dreams about me)?” didn't quite seem within the bounds of proper etiquette, either.
Not when addressing a princess .
Eventually, she settled for “Is there anything else you wish to tell me, Princess?”
Luna looked from the table, her normally blue face slowly turning the most incredible shade of violet. “Ah. Oh, um, yes. Ahem. That is to say…” Luna swallowed, and took a deep breath. “M-miss Rarity, as you no doubt recall, uh, some years ago I created the Tantabus, a parasite of fear and nightmares, to feed upon my guilt, and punish myself for my sins of Nightmare moon.
“Three months later, I… please understand, Miss Rarity, I had been imprisoned for a thousand years. In all that time, I was without the touch of a lover, and the demon I had become refused to let me… ease the tension. For a thousand years, I watched over the dreams, and the nocturnal activities, of the ponies below. My own dark side would torment me, forcing me to watch the pleasure that I was denied, blaming my dear sister for banishing me, blaming me for having such desires. She would use my… unwholesome yearnings against me.
“Now that I have returned, many ponies still fear me. Customs have changed, and I fear that I have forgotten much of what I once new, about social interaction, and about courtship. I have been… lonely, and to my shame, I allowed dark desires to grow within me. In fear of this, I modified the Tantabus, to grant it additional abilities and duties. It was to punish me for my libidinous thoughts, to drive such desires from me.
“After some time, though, I began to realise that I was enjoying the dreams that it brought me. The newly-crafted aspect of my creation was growing of its own accord, into something altogether different from the spirit it was grown from. I feared that, in time, I might forget the very reason it was created, and slip into depravity. The Tantabus was made only to punish me, and I would not allow myself to forget that.
“For that reason, I banished him, back into the depths of the Tantabus, unmaking that which I had made. Truly, I had though him gone, destroyed when the Tantabus dissolved. I did not realise that he had already become a separated being, or that he still lurked within my heart, slowly growing stronger, waiting for a chance to escape.
“His name is Incubus. I fear his goal is as the Tantabus' was — to gain such power that he may manifest in the world of the living, creating for himself a body of flesh and blood. Above all else, I cannot allow this to happen. I must find a way to destroy him, before it is too late.”
Rarity considered this explanation. Magical monsters were not her forte, but if she had understood correctly, there were parallels with the Tantabus, from which a possible solution could be drawn. It would not exactly be an orthodox approach but — she stared at the blushing princess before her — not one she would be opposed to, by any stretch.
“Um, excuse me, Princess?” Luna nodded, but said nothing, so Rarity ploughed forward. “If I understand correctly, the Tantabus was created from your guilt, and dissolved when you forgave yourself, ending that guilt.”
“Indeed.” replied Luna, slowly.
“Then, forgive me if I misunderstand, but if this 'Incubus' was created from your unsated desire, would not the solution be to, uh, satisfy that desire?”
“I (ahem) have attempted to do so… however I fear that, by myself… I alone am not able to…” Luna had twisted her forelegs together and was squirming in her seat as she tried to force the words out. Once again, she stared at the tabletop.
“You need a partner?”
Luna's head snapped up, her wide-eyed stare meeting Rarity's own. She said nothing, but opened and closed her mouth several times before finally closing it shut, and nodding meekly.
“I see. Princess Luna, I do hope this isn't to forward, but am I to understand that you have been dreaming about me, um, erotically?” Luna closed her eyes and nodded. “Then, if you would allow me, I… I would be honoured if you would allow me to… assist you… in sating your desires. In bed. Sexually, I mean. That is to say, directly, even. I mean —”
“Truly?” Luna breathed, opening her eyes with a pleading expression.
“Well it wouldn't be romance, exactly. Just a short-term arrangement, and we can work on getting you back into dating — courtship — after. I wouldn't normally move so quickly, you understand, but it is clear that your need is great, and not only because of the Incubus —” Rarity paused as she considered what she was saying “— and as I said, it would be a great honour, for me. You are a very beautiful mare, Princess, and to be your first for more that a thousand years…”
Rarity had said all of that and more barely two hours ago, and now she was here, alone with Princess Luna, in the princess's bedchamber, in Canterlot. She certainly hadn't expected events to move quite so quickly, but Luna had been quite… eager.
Still, everything had been taken care of, leaving both ponies free to spend the rest of the day (and night) doing… whatever they were going to do. Having sex, presumably.
Both ponies stood in the centre of the room, avoiding each other's gaze. Rarity admired the fabulous curtains for a while, before clearing her throat.
“Ummm…” The sound hung in the air for several awkward minutes. “Sooo…”
Rarity stepped forward, closer to the princess while still not intruding on her personal space. Luna was again making soundless mouth movements and squirming, but met Rarity's gaze.
“Princess Luna, may I kiss you, uh, passionately?”
Luna froze, then nodded eagerly. “Oh,” she breathed “oh yes, please Miss— Miss Rarity.”
“Perhaps, Princess, in view of the, uh, circumstances, you could simply call me 'Rarity'”
“O-oh, yes, ah, of course. Rarity,” Luna smiled hesitantly, “and, if you would like, you may call me your S—” Rarity watched in amazement as the princess's rammed a hoof into her own mouth, cutting her own words of abruptly.
“Ah, my apologies, Princess. I didn't quite…”
“LUNA!” the princess exclaimed, flinging her hoof out from her mouth and back to the floor. “We meant only that thou should address us as 'Luna', with no need for titles! If thou prefer'st such an address. We only meant that it would seem more appropriate, if we are to rut.”
The room fell silent at this proclamation, both ponies staring at each other while rapidly approaching similar shades of crimson. The final word of Luna's outburst in particular hung heavily, and for several minutes only Luna's heavy breathing broke what would otherwise have been utter silence.
Luna closed her eyes, and let out a tiny, petrified, whimper. “I… I apologise, Miss Rarity. I cannot… that was wholly rude of me, I cannot apologise enough, but I beg of you to forgi—” Luna's words were cut short once again when Rarity's lips pressed against her own, Rarity's tongue pressing down on hers. Luna's eyes snapped open, but otherwise she held completely still, too shocked to do anything but experience the wondrous feel of the smaller mare's soft, wet, warm mouth caressing her own.
After a few moments, Rarity broke away, bringing one hoof up to rest on Luna's cheek. “Luna, it's just 'Rarity', remember? And as for your apology, there is nothing to be sorry for. I am very much looking forward —” Rarity leaned in towards Luna again, sapphire-blue bedroom eyes gazing into Luna's own “— to 'rutting' with you.” She spoke the last words as barely more than a husky whisper, sliding her hoof back onto the side of Luna's neck as she did so.
The long-deprived alicorn could hold back no more. With a surge of magic, she swept Rarity off her hooves and pulled her forward into a lustful embrace. Their lips locked, their tongues wrestled hungrily, and Luna used both forehooves and both wings to caress Rarity's forelegs, her neck, and chest. Luna's magic supported the both of them, and Rarity's eyes widened as she realised just how effortlessly Luna could overpower her. Not that she was complaining; The feel of such gentle strength against her body was thrilling, and soon it felt as if a dam had burst within her, flooding her mind with unfettered lust.
They continued to kiss, each intent on fully exploring the other's lips, tongue, teeth, and muzzle, as Luna carried Rarity to the bed, lifting her rump onto the mattress before advancing over her, pushing her back. The princess discarded her attire without breaking stride, globules of magic strewing her boots, crown and neck-piece across the floor. Soon Rarity found herself on her back, pinned beneath the larger mare.
Luna's kisses descended from Rarity's lips, onto her chin, then her neck, and then onto her chest. Luna paused there a while, nuzzling Rarity's warm, soft fur. Rarity uttered an appreciative moan as Luna's wings slowly massaged their way down her flanks and onto her rump. Rarity wrapped her hindlegs around Luna, and spread her forelegs wide either side of her, enjoying the silk bedsheets.
The over-eager princess did not linger long, however, as the kisses once more began to descend, onto Rarity's belly, playing around her teats, then lower still. Soon, Luna was kissing Rarity's inner thighs, her wings gently squeezing and stroking Rarity's butt, and her forelegs lifting Rarity's hindlegs into the air, spreading them apart.
Rarity pushed her head forward, so that she could look at Luna's head between her legs. Luna gazed back at Rarity, a smile playing on her lips as she gently eased the folds of Rarity's soaking wet marehood apart. Rarity whined as Luna blew a narrow jet of air across her exposed sex, then stuck out her tongue, hovering the tip just above Rarity's throbbing clit.
Luna waited until Rarity moaned impatiently before flicking her tongue over Rarity's clit, then waited no time at all before plunging her tongue deep into Rarity's pussy, sliding her upper lip over Rarity's clit and sucking on her swollen lips.
“Oooh” moaned Rarity, as Luna's long, muscular tongue probed her nethers, “Oo-oh Luna…”
Luna pushed deeper, burying her tongue deeply, pressing it against the walls of Rarity's cunt. Her mouth was coated with Rarity's juices, her nostrils filled with her scent. The two stared into each other's eyes as Rarity clenched her thighs around Luna's head. Luna certainly wasn't holding back — her lips rubbed hard against Rarity's clitoris, her wings pulled Rarity's hips into her face. Her body burned with desire to bring Rarity to climax, and it wan't long before her efforts started to yield results. Truth be told, it had been a while since Rarity had been intimate with anypony, and Luna's tongue had waster no time in seeking out her most sensitive spot.
Rarity's hips bucked, and her head fell back as she let out a long, undulating wail, rising and falling with each stroke of Luna's tongue. Luna's horn glowed, and a trio of smoky, translucent, tendrils flowed down onto Rarity's sex. One began stroking beneath her clitoris, pushing it against Luna's upper lip. Another wriggled its way underneath her tongue, pushing down in the opposite direction on the walls of Rarity's cunny. The third slipped down onto her butt hole, and began gently rubbing the sensitive opening.
It was too much for Rarity. Her wails rose in volume and pitch to a single drawn-out note, her hindlegs squeezed as her hindhooves met behind Luna's head, and wrapped themselves together, her forelegs grabbed Luna's wings, pressing them to her twitching backside, and her cunt began to spasm as her juices squirted over Luna's face, flooding her mouth and dribbling down her chin. Luna continued unswayed, milking this orgasm for all she could, until Rarity fell limp to the bed.
Luna climbed up atop the panting unicorn, grinning as her still-dripping muzzle drew a trail of messy kisses from Rarity's loins to her lips. When she reached Rarity's mouth, she was rewarded by a barrage of sloppy return kisses, as Rarity slurped her own fluids from Luna's mouth and face between gasping for air.
“P-princess… *mmm*… *gasp*… I… I mean… Luna… *umm-mm-mm*… *huh-ha*… thank you , that was… *squish*… thank you, but shouldn't we… *hmmuh*… YOU, I mean, we're supposed to be helping you to…” Luna pressed a hooftip to Rarity's lips, before licking her own.
“Dearest Rarity, ” Luna breathed, “I enjoyed that immensely.”
“I'd… like to return… the favour, if I may.” Rarity stared up into Luna's eyes, as Luna gazed back into hers.
“I think that sounds wonderful.” Luna lifted herself from Rarity, and lay down on the bed beside her. She rolled onto her side, stretching her hindlegs out behind her just enough to expose a hint of her marehood.
Rarity rolled over, and pulled herself across the bed until her muzzle was inches from Luna's privates. Luna parted her legs, lifting one high in the air, as Rarity dipped forward, breathing in the musky smell of the princess's sex. Rarity slowly ran her tongue along Luna's slit, then back again, pushing in deeper on the return journey. Luna was already slick with arousal, and the salty-sweet taste was having a heady effect on Rarity. She spread Luna's marehood with her magic, and dipped her tongue in, probing, teasing, tasting. As her tongue explored the princess's sex, her eyes feasted on the magnificent blue rump on front of her, the plump backside filling her vision.
Luna moaned, and shifted herself around, bringing her head around towards Rarity's rump. Her wings began stroking across Rarity's back, and Rarity responded by wrapping her forelegs around Luna's hindlegs and butt, squeezing them together. She suckled on Luna's clitoris; She traced shapes around her folds. As Luna's moans grew more intense, Rarity flared her horn, sending dozens of tiny magical motes to tickle Luna's backside with a multitude of tiny vibrations. Feeling naughty, she made several of them pinch and prickle, before gathering a small swarm of vibrating blobs around Luna's clit.
Luna's moans became more vocal, “o-o-oh, Rarity! Oh, oh fuck! Oh fuck oh fuckohfuckoh fuuuuu…” She grabbed Rarity's rump and pulled herself to it, clamping her mouth down right onto Rarity's cutie mark. Rarity squealed slightly at the feel of teeth pressing against her butt, Luna's mouth forming a seal and sucking on her cheek. She could feel Luna twitching, the alicorn's over-excitement bringing her to her peak far earlier than Rarity had expected, and Rarity decided that she in turn would pick up the pace.
Rarity pushed her tongue in deep, pressing her lips in between Luna's folds. The vibrations of her own magic surrounded her mouth, and her horn started to throb as she pushed her magic to its limits. Not wanting to fall short of her own potential, she pushed the glowing motes of pure vibration into Luna's snatch, pressed in against her own tongue.
“…fuck yes oh yes FUCK YEEEEEESSSSSS” Luna screamed and shuddered, and pulled Rarity in close. Rarity felt Luna's magic grip her body, pressing her head against Luna's convulsing marehood. Hot, salty fluids gushed into her mouth and onto her cheeks. She continued to lick and tease, drawing out Luna's pleasure as long as she could.
Eventually, Luna relaxed her grip, and pulled both herself and Rarity upright into sitting positions. She pulled Rarity inward, entwining their hindlegs as they once again entwined their mouths. Their tastes mingled as their tongues caressed, and Luna engulfed Rarity between her wings, surrounding the smaller mare's body with her own.
Then Luna pushed forward, lifting her legs and rolling her hips until their slickened sexes were pressed together. She pulled Rarity close, reached up, and wrapped her lips around Rarity's horn. Rarity closed her eyes and shuddered at the sensation. No pony had ever done this with her, and though she new some unicorns enjoyed having their horns played with, she hadn't expected… this. Shivers travelled down her spine as Luna's tongue ran around the grooves of her spiralling shaft. Her whole body shuddered at the combined sensation of Luna's mouth caressing her horn as Luna's marehood caressed her own.
Rarity buried her face in Luna's chest, pressing her hips forward as pleasure gripped her body, and she moaned into Luna as the larger mare brought each of them to their second orgasm of the day. She couldn't remember the last time she had felt like this, in fact she felt sure nopony had ever made her feel this way. Their bodies felt like a single entity, pleasure flowing from one to the other. It seemed to last forever, yet not long enough.
When it subsided, both ponies lay panting on the bed, wrapped in each others legs. Their bodies, and the bedsheets, were soaked with sweat and other fluids, Rarity was certain her mane and tail would already be matted messes, and wondered briefly if Luna's ever-flowing hair could become similarly messy.
She giggled, and stared up into her lover's eyes. “That, ” she panted, “was incredible. Was it… for you…?”
Luna kissed Rarity's forehead, just below the horn. “It was wonderful, dear Rarity. Thank you…” She grinned mischievously “…but you know, the day is still young, if you aren't too tired. Perhaps after a short break…?”
Rarity grinned, and push Luna onto her back, before climbing atop her. “Oh, darling. Don't tell me you're worn out already. I could certainly think of a few more things to try, once you're ready.”
Luna returned the grin. “Ready when you are, dearest Rarity”
Several hours later, Princess Celestia raised the moon once more, as her sister had requested. Two exhausted ponies were already sleeping deeply in Princess Luna's bedchamber, smiling contentedly. All seemed right with the world.
The end.
Just kidding.
Princess Luna awoke to a familiar position, hooves tied below the stone table she lay upon. Some loud, rhythmical noise throbbed in the air around her, and the shadows seemed far more solid than before. Most noticeable, though, was the lack of a wall in front of her. Instead, a raised platform, lit from all sides, filled her vision. Shadowy figures surrounded it, but Luna's gaze was drawn to the pale figure on stage.
A single metal pole rose from the platform, presumably to the ceiling high above. Hooves wrapped around it, Rarity gyrated sensuously to the pounding rhythm, black lacy lingerie emphasising her already gorgeous curves. She seemed quite oblivious to the reality of her situation.
Luna tried calling out to her, but her voice was drowned out by the deafening “music”, and though nopony could hear her right now, there was just one thing she felt compelled to say:
“Oooh, fuck…”
Do Sex Demons Dream of Perverted Ponies?
Author's Note
Contains: Flutterbitch, non-con bondage, no actual sex (yet) but heavily implied imminent rape, F/F Flutterdom/Pinkiesub, magical futanari transformation, Futashy, cake.
Fluttershy's Dream
Fluttershy was having the most wonderful dream: She was in her cottage, tucking all her animal friends in for the night. She drifted around the room, telling a bedtime story about a magical world of singing flowers and dancing rainbows, where everyone was happy all day long.
Fluttershy's good friend Pinky Pie was there too, but she just watched in silence from the corner of the room.
Once all her animal friends were eating or resting, Fluttershy picked up her brush and began to circle the room, giving the place a lovely clean-up. Pinkie Pie continued to watch silently, unmoving.
When she was done cleaning, Fluttershy floated gently across the room and carefully hefted Pinkie Pie up onto her back. The chubby earth-pony was a little on the heavy side, but Fluttershy knew that she didn't have far to go. Pinkie Pie made a small grunting noise at being handled like this, but she didn't say anything coherent.
Fluttershy carried Pinkie Pie into the next room, making sure to close the door behind her, and set her friend down upon the couch. Pinkie Pie wasn't very helpful, and getting her into place, the right way up, took quite a bit of effort, but Fluttershy didn't mind, really.
After all, she had tied up Pinkie Pie quite securely.
On the table in this room was a delicious-looking strawberry sponge cake, along with two smaller plates, a freshly brewed pot of tea, two cups (with saucers), a knife (for the cake), and two forks. Everything was laid out ever so nicely, in Fluttershy's opinion, with pretty little paper doilies under everything.
Fluttershy spread her wings once more, and flittered across the room to the far side of the table. She didn't want to block Pinkie Pie's view of this treat, after all. Cutting two slices out of the cake, she served them up, along with the tea.
“Would you like some of this delicious cake, Pinkie Pie?” When her friend simply stared at her, Fluttershy giggled. “Oh, how silly. Of course, you can't answer, can you? Oh well, maybe next time — and it really wouldn't hurt you to lose a few pounds.”
“Of course ” Fluttershy reflected, as she raised the first tiny mouthful of cake to her mouth, “it's not like she could eat anything even if she could ask for it, not with that ball-gag stuffed in her oversized mouth. ”
Fluttershy moaned quietly as the wondrous taste of the cake filled her mouth. She continued to moan, over and over, as she ever so slowly devoured the slice of cake in front of her. Between moans, she was able, for the most part, to enjoy that inestimably rare thing: Pinkie Pie's silent company. Just occasionally, though, the pink pony managed to spoil the moment by forcing a grunt or a groan out from behind the gag.
Still, friends couldn't be expected to be perfect , could they?
When she was done eating, Fluttershy rose to her hooves, and carried the other plate across to her friend, holding it right in front of her muzzle.
“Oh Pinkie Pie, don't worry. Of course I know you want some of this delicious, sweet, cake.”
With these words, she splatted the cake directly into her friend's face, rubbing the plate around to ensure a thorough coverage.
Pulling the plate away, Fluttershy was pleased to note that, along with the many crumbs that fell away, there was a mixture of frosting and tears running down Pinkie Pie's cheeks.
“There now, wasn't that nice? I would offer you a cup of tea as well, but I'm afraid that's probably gone cold by now.”
Fluttershy turned, and quietly skipped her way across to the chest of drawers on the far side of the room. Pinkie Pie watched as her captor pulled open one of the draws, and began dressing herself in a selection of items from them. Fishnet stockings and suspenders, a large black bow to tie up her hair, another holding her tail up in a bun. Black, netted wing-sleeves finished the ensemble, but Fluttershy had one more thing to remove from the drawer.
When she held it up, Pinkie Pie began to emit muffled screams, shaking her whole body against the ropes that held her tight.
Fluttershy giggled. Pinke Pie was such a silly pony, after all, this toy was only twenty-one inches long, and only twelve of those inches would actually be used on her .
Even she had to admit, though, the “business” end was rather thick.
Fluttershy carried the toy — which for the most part simply resembled a rather large, deep red, asymmetrical, double-ended dildo — across the room, and onto the stool just a short distance in front of Pinkie Pie's face — close enough for her to get a close-up view, far away enough that she would see plenty of what was happening. She balanced the toy on the edge of the stool, the larger end hanging down over the edge, and the oversized silicone testicles which hung from the “mid-point” taking most of the weight.
Lifting herself into the air, and gripping the sides of the stool with her hindlegs, Fluttershy slowly lowered her pussy onto the smaller, tapered shaft that would be her end of the toy. Though a mere six-inches in length, this end was oddly shaped, covered in ridges and grooves. She took her time working it into her cunt, staring down at the terrified Pinkie Pie with a lascivious grin.
Her juices trickled down the shaft, pooling on the flattened face of the conical mid-section of the toy. Fluttershy was feeling quite satisfied with the depth and girth within her already, but she didn't want to settle for less than following through with her whole plan. Pushing down, she brought the flat of the mid-section right up against her crotch, pressing down on it until the soft silicone was squished right in to the contours of her labia.
Then she felt the gentle buzz of the enchantments taking hold. She relaxed away from the toy, no longer pushing down, but felt the pressure on her marehood only intensify, as if the silicone was sucking on her skin. She felt the heat spreading from every point of contact, and she felt the shaft within her begin to swell and melt, sinking into all the contours within her cunny. She whined in pleasure as she felt the enchanted cock melting directly into her flesh, merging with her body and coupling itself to her nerves.
Pinkie Pie could only watch in mounting horror as the monstrous shaft began to twitch and throb. When Fluttershy tensed, the balls contracted, and when she relaxed, they dropped down into a low-hanging swing that mere plastic could not hope to reproduce. Swollen with magic, each testicle was easily as wide as one of Pinkie Pie's hooves.
When the transformation was complete, Fluttershy stroked a hoof along the length of the massive shaft now protruding from between her legs, and shuddered as a whole new range of sensations opened up for her. She grinned down at her new magical cock, as already a small blob of thick precum was forming on the tip. Then she grinned down at the helpless pink slut she had chosen to be the first recipient of her new appendage.
“Oh Pinkie Pie, we are going to have such a wonderful time together, you and I”
Do Sex Demons Dream of Perverted Ponies?
Author's Note
Contains: Public masturbation, pole dancing, a scary shadow-monster, some mind-control.
Shadows
Rarity ran her hooves over the smooth, oily pole, her hips rolling and bucking to the pulsing soundtrack as she danced. Black stockings and suspenders wrapped her legs, a silk saddle with a see-through skirt decorated her trunk and rump, and her head was encircled by a lacy bridle. Her left forehoof was shackled to the base of the pole with a fabulous, gem-encrusted manacle, but in truth she felt no inclination to leave her spotlight. Her audience's focus was wholly on her; They devoured her curves and her movements, with their eyes and with their imaginations. What more could she ever ask for? She craved their attention; She needed their desire. Their lust filled a void inside her that nothing else could.
Desperate to eke out every last drop of their carnal hunger, her mind conjured a new performance for her. Planting her forehooves wide apart and lowering her head, until her right cheek pressed against the base of the pole, she lifted her right hindleg as high as she could. When it would rise no further, she shifted her hooves and gently pulled with her magic. Soon, she had raised her hoof right above her head, bringing it around to the left side of the pole. She rested her shoulder against the greasy metal, allowing it to take her weight as she relaxed into the full-split pose she had assumed.
Her skirt had slidden down. Her privates were covered by a white thong, tied to her dock with a bow, but that easily fell away when she pulled the ribbon with her magic, leaving her flower completely exposed. Rarity carefully lifted her right foreleg, sliding her hoof up along the pole, then down the length of her right hindleg. Even before she reached her goal, she felt a trickle of hot arousal running down her left hindleg, and soaking into her stocking. When her hoof brushed against her clit, her whole body shuddered in delight.
She began to rub herself. Pleasure blotted out her despair, buried her shame. She knew her days of fashion were gone, her chance to be somepony important now just a painful memory, but here, and now, she was wanted. The more her loins sang with delight, the easier it was to forget that these ponies saw her only as a pretty object, a fancy ornament.
She closed her eyes as an especially bright camera flash dazzled her. Her mind almost registered the sound of a thunderclap over the sensuous melodies surrounding her. Soon the thought slipped away though, as she lost herself to the grip of her rising orgasm.
Moments later, a hoof shook her by the shoulder. She squinted up at the mare standing beside her. She wondered why this beautiful, sexual creature would be on stage with her. Then she realised; This pony must want to perform with her. The audience would love it! Rarity wanted to reach out, to grab this beauty right away, but all her hooves were occupied, and her magic wasn't strong enough to lift a whole pony.
She tried to lean forward, tugging on her partner's flowing, ethereal mane with her magic. She stretched out her tongue, licking at the air between them. Why wasn't this pony moving? Why was she just standing there, out of reach, taunting Rarity with the chance to feel so much more that one hoof alone could bring her. Why was her mouth opening and closing like that? What was that supposed to—
“MISS RARITY!”
Rarity's world exploded, though mostly the parts inside her ears. There was a sense that was, in fact, completely different from being struck by a supersonic pillow, but that was the closest analogy her muddled mind could come up with. Not many ponies are ever physically assaulted with their own name.
When everything stopped ringing, she peered up at the only pony she knew to have ever weaponised The Royal Canterlot Voice. A lot of things she hadn't realised she was confused about were now making a lot more sense, though nothing quite explained how her right hoof had stayed firmly pressed to her snatch when the sound-wave had physically knocked her sprawling to the floor.
“P-princess Luna!” she exclaimed, forcing her soaking hoof away from her protesting loins and trying to right herself, somewhat poorly thanks to the manacle around her left wrist. “I didn't… what are… that is…” she glanced around at the shadowy audience, a cold realisation creeping upon her “Oh dear. Princess, was I… not… good enough?” She struggled not to choke on the words; Bad enough to be seen like this, but…
Luna gently kissed Rarity's forehead, and lifted her chin. “My dearest Rarity, you were more that I could ever have hoped. I know not how the Incubus endures, but please believe that it was no failing of yours.”
Luna turned her attention to the bejewelled manacle. “Let us focus on your freedom, first. Then we can solve this mystery. You are certain that you dreamt of no other last night?”
Something about the audience bothered Rarity, but she wasn't sure what. Pulling her attention from them, she began to answer the question. “No, I… Wait, all of last night, or just the… the sex dream? I mean, I remember another dream before that, but it wasn't erotic, I… I was just having tea with Fluttershy.”
Luna looked back at Rarity's concerned face. “'Tis unlikely, but in view of the circumstance, we should check on her, to be sure.” She turned back to the manacle once more. “It would be best if I could pick the lock; We don't want to draw attention of the figments.”
Rarity wasn't really listening. She was starting to figure out what was bothering her. In part, it was that the audience wasn't really a crowd of ponies, just a single, shadowy mass that somehow gave that impression. Perhaps it was the eyes that helped it give this impression. Then again, there was something not right about the eyes as well, and Rarity wondered how she had missed it until now.
They were all the exact same colour. Dozens, hundreds of the same, sickly green eyes were watching her, starting right at her, hungrily.
This wasn't such a turn-on anymore.
She also wasn't thrilled to realise that the music had stopped, or that the “audience” was slowly approaching the stage. She watched in rising horror as a single hoof, dripping oily blackness, rose from the shadows and onto her stage.
“PrincessIthinkwehavetheirattentioncanwepleaseleaverightNOW!”
Luna glanced up at the writhing mass slowly surrounding them. She pushed Rarity back, and the fashionista barely had time to look away before blinding light and a crack of thunder heralded a sudden feeling of release on her leg. When the light faded, she saw that the manacle was still in place, but the pole and the stage beneath it had been replace with a smoking, glowing, hole.
In a single move, Luna swept Rarity up onto her back, and took off, shooting straight up as a shadowy mass of limbs, eyes, and… teeth… closed around the space where they had been. Wind whipped Rarity's mane as they soared together towards a distant light. Rarity squeaked a tiny noise of relief, before a lashing tendril struck out from the shadows, flinging her from Luna's back and into the dark.
As Rarity fell backward, she could see Luna turn mid air to face her. Already, Rarity could hear nothing, but it looked like the princess was screaming something…
Do Sex Demons Dream of Perverted Ponies?
Author's Note
Contains: Futashy, cum inflation, Flutterbitch, a rape dream (Flutter-rapist, Pinkie-victim), anal, vaginal, butt plug, lots of messy cum everywhere, ponies watching other ponies have sex but not exactly voyeuristically, some contrived exposition
Dreamwalking
Rarity awoke, groaned, and clambered to her hooves. Her befuddled brain told her that the ground beneath her was cold and gritty, that her marehood was throbbing sorely, and that her coat was drenched in sweat, before memories of recent events caught up with her. When they did, fear brought her swiftly to alertness, and her eyes darted around her surroundings. Seeing no immediate danger, she began to take details.
She was outside, in the middle of an empty town square. Ponyville Town Square, to be more exact. Clearly, she was still dreaming, or she would have woken in Luna's bedchambers. Besides which, the bejewelled manacle was still around her hoof, and she was still dressed in the same (though now quite grubby) lingerie.
Everything was grey, empty, and silent. The normally cheerful colours of the buildings were gone, leaving only grey thatch atop grey stone. The sky was black and unadorned; There seemed to be no sources of light, and no shadows either. The fountain was dry, no birds sang, no wind blew. The air was cool, and slightly sweet, in a mouldy, damp, sort of way. It was all very unnerving, to say the least.
Perhaps more disturbing, though, was when Rarity caught sight of her own mane. It, too, was devoid of colour, a dark grey that bordered on black. Twisting around to stare at down her own flank, she confirmed that her normally azure cutie-mark had turned to a faded, lustreless ash. Moreover, she could see the buildings opposite through her own body, her own form ghostlike and transparent.
None of this was reassuring.
Still, there was little else to do, so it seemed prudent to explore this dream-world, and see if there was anypony here who could help her. Right after she removed these dreadfully demeaning underthings. Resorting first to magic, she was somewhat dismayed to discover that her horn had been rendered completely non-functional. Normally she would have kicked up a great fuss over this, but with everything else that had transpired (and, after all, with no audience), the discovery elicited nothing more than a weary sigh. After some twisting and grunting she managed to remove everything but the manacle by hoof. It felt oddly exhibitionistic to undress in the town square, but there was nopony around to observe, and the thought of entering one of these buildings made her shiver.
Doing what she could to straighten her mane and tail, she set off in the direction of Twilight's castle. If there was any help to be found in this dream-world Ponyville, that would surely be the wisest place to start.
On the way over, the eerie silence began to unnerve her. A prickle crept down her neck; It felt as though something was watching her from the non-existent shadows. Imaginings rose unbidden to her mind, of some terrible monster leaping from behind a building, pinning her down, and having its way with her, of her own helpless screams going unheard, as her tiny marehood was violated by some monstrous appendage, pumping reams of fluid deep into her. A bead of sweat trickled down her neck, and another bead of liquid ran down her thighs. Silently, she cursed the Incubus for affecting her mind; Clearly , there was no other way a lady such as herself would be aroused by such thoughts. More to banish these images than expecting a reply, she called out into the night.
“Hello? Is anypony there?”.
Her words fell to nothing, swallowed up by the empty sky.
When she reached the castle, she pushed open the front door and stepped in without breaking stride. Her forehooves met empty air, and she barely managed to grip the doorframe with her hindlegs before plunging forwards. Beyond the threshold was not the interior of Twilight's castle at all, but an endless, empty, blackness in which most of her body now hung. Heart pounding and muscles straining, she reached back and managed slowly to hoist and wriggle herself back onto the cold, grey earth.
For several minutes, she lay panting on her back. When the moment had passed, and her composure returned, she climbed back to her hooves, lifted a nearby pebble, and tossed it into the void beyond the door. It was several more minutes before she was satisfied that she would never hear it land. The thought of simply falling, endlessly, made her shudder once more.
Swallowing, she stepped back, and reconsidered her position. She was in a dream; Was it her dream, or someone else's? Onieromancy was unknown territory for her, but from her earlier conversation with Princess Luna, she understood that Fluttershy could well be the Incubus' next target. Rarity shuddered to think what the Incubus night, even now, be doing to that poor, sweet, innocent, filly. As Fluttershy's close friend, Rarity absolutely could not just stand by and let that happen. If there was even a slim chance that she could do something to protect her friend's gentle heart, she would stop at nothing to do so.
And so, seeing no better alternative, she aimed herself towards Fluttershy's cottage, and set off at a gallop.
Princess Luna had been frantic, searching for Rarity. She knew that if Rarity was to be found anywhere, Fluttershy's dream would be the best place to start. From the cottage at the dream's centre, she took to the air, and began slowly spiralling outwards. So when she caught sight of the distraught mare, she was some distance above, and outside Rarity's field of vision. She veered down, landing on the path ahead of Rarity.
“Luna! Oh, you don't know how glad I am to see you here.”
The two mares stepped to each other, pressing muzzles together in affection.
“I, too, am most relieved to have found you, my Miss Rarity. When you did not wake, I feared…” Luna's gaze dropped as her words trailed off. Rarity noted that the Princess's body, like her own, was oddly transparent.
“Princess, what's going on? Where are we, and why are we both so… see-through?
Luna waved a hoof, gesturing their surroundings. “These are the outskirts of Miss Fluttershy's dream, beyond the focus of her attentions. Our transparency is because we are not properly attuned to this dream, most likely because…” Luna hesitated, looking back at Rarity before proceeding “… in your case, most likely because you were torn from your own mind, your connection to your body severed. I entered this dream lightly, for fear of this very circumstance, and I fear that if I impose myself too heavily upon it, your as yet tenuous connection may break.”
“I… I'm not sure I understand.”
Luna placed one hoof against Rarity's cheek, and looked straight into her eyes.
“Miss Rarity, I promise you, we will defeat the Incubus, and when we have done so, we shall be able to return you to thine own mind, and you will once more walk among the wakeful. Until then, I assure you that our servants will provide the utmost care for your sleeping body, and I shall accompany while you walk within the realm of dreams, to ensure that no harm shall befall you.”
Rarity stared back, some comprehension now dawning for her of what would happen if they failed to defeat the Incubus. It wasn't a possibility she wanted to consider.
“Princess Luna, you said that this was Fluttershy's dream. If that is the case, and the Incubus is here, then she is in great danger. Thank you for your concern, but I believe that right now, time is of the essence.”
Luna nodded. “We will not be able to act here until we acclimatise to the dream. Thou must pay attention to what occurs; Seek to understand the story that unfolds here, and the emotion behind it. I shall work to lower such resistance as we encounter.”
As the two mares cantered up the path to Fluttershy's cottage, Rarity's mind turned to thoughts of what horrors the terrified, innocent Fluttershy might already be enduring.
“That's right, take my cock you stupid pink slut!”
Rarity stared, frozen in horrified shock. She and Luna had simply passed through the wall of Fluttershy's cottage like ghosts, and the interior had all the warmth and colour of the real thing. One addition, though, that she was certain the real thing had never possessed, was the tableau before them.
Pinkie Pie was weeping and squealing, gagged and tightly bound with her rump raised high. Fluttershy, inexplicably endowed with a monstrous crimson penis, and matching testicles, was mounting Pinkie mercilessly, shaft buried in her butthole. Most disturbing of all, though, was Fluttershy's running commentary — all delivered in the softest, sweetest voice Rarity knew that only Fluttershy possessed.
“Oh, you don't have to pretend, I know you love this really. I'll bet your butt has been just aching for a nice,” Fluttershy punctuated this word with a mighty thrust, “big,” another thrust, “cock to fill you up.” Fluttershy switched to slowly grinding against Pinkie's backside, forehooves wrapped around Pinkie's flanks.
“Really, you brought this on yourself, by being such an attention-seeking whore . I'm sure every stallion in Ponyville has already grown bored with you; You should really be grateful for this attention.”
Rarity snapped out of her daze. She still couldn't grasp what she was seeing, everything about the scene left her brain feeling numb, but she couldn't just stand around watching any longer.
“Fluttershy, stop! For pony's sake, this isn't like you at all — can't you see that some pony must be —” Rarity attempted to grab Fluttershy, to pull her away, but her own hooves passed through the pegasus as though she were a mere trick of the light — “controlling you? Pinkie Pie is our friend . You would never hurt her like —”
“I'm going to cum in your ass, you dumb bitch!” exclaimed Fluttershy, an nasty edge finally creeping into her voice as she cut straight through Rarity's speech, with no indication of having heard her at all. “These balls make so much cum, and, and I, I won't let you spill, ” her words began to falter as her body began to shake. Once again, she punctuated her words with rhythmic thrusting, “a single. Creamy. Drop!” Fluttershy shuddered, her crotch pressed hard against Pinkie's backside as her balls began to unload.
“Princess!” Rarity exclaimed, turning to Luna in horror, “We have to stop this! Can't you do something?”
Luna raised a hoof to Rarity's shoulder. “I know this is hard to watch, dear —”
“We can't just watch, we have to save Pinkie Pie!”
“That is not the real Pinkie Pie. She is just a figment of the dreamscape, I assure you.”
“Do you like that?” Fluttershy's voice cut in. Both ponies turned to see what was happening, Rarity unable to pull herself away. “Do you like the feel of a belly full of my hot, thick, cum?”
Indeed, Pinkie's belly was not merely full, but bulging obscenely, stretching around the ropes that held her fast. Pinkes sobs had turned throaty and thick, and when she coughed chokingly, Rarity saw a thick, white, froth bubble around the ball-gag and down her chin.
Rarity hoped, wholeheartedly, that Princess Luna was correct.
“I guess now your belly's all full, I should really pull out.” At Fluttershy's suggestion, Pinkie Pie wobbled. Rarity suspected she was trying to nod. “Well, I am going to pull out now, but don't worry,” from somewhere out of Rarity's view, Fluttershy pulled a large, heavy-looking butt plug, “I'll make sure not a single drop goes to waste. Clench up tight, now.”
Rarity stared on as Fluttershy pressed Pinkie Pie's butt-cheeks together, pulling her cock out and swapping it immediately for the plug, ramming it home in a single, fluid, movement, and eliciting another wail from her victim. Fluttershy's penis flopped down, softened but still thick, and even longer than Rarity had imagined. Rarity felt a tear trickle down her cheek.
“Princess Luna, ” she whimpered, “do, do we really have to watch this?”
“It is the safest way to enter this dream fully, so that I may confront the Incubus,” Luna's voice was soft and apologetic, “but I cannot ask you to endure such an ordeal. If you wish, I will face the Incubus alone.”
Rarity said nothing, but continued to watch.
Fluttershy had picked up several tissues and wet wipes, and was cleaning off her member. Her shaft throbbed with each stroke, and a trickle of sum dripped from the tip.
“This thing recovers much faster than a normal stallion's. I think I'm just about ready for round two.” Indeed, her shaft was already picking up, readying itself for another go. Pinkie wailed, as Fluttershy continued. “Well, I guess now your ass is all full, it's time I properly fucked your hungry cunt. I'll bet you've been looking forward to this all night.”
Pinkie Pie struggled futilely against her ropes, as Fluttershy flittered up into the air, and drifted in behind. Landing with her forehooves on the top of Pinkie's rump, she took the end of her shaft in her wingtips, and leaned down to grip Pinkie Pie's tail in her mouth.
Her entry was rough. Stopping only briefly to ensure her tip was sunk between Pinkie Pie's folds, she rammed in with all her weight, straightening her back and yanking Pinkie's tail up hard. Pinkie screamed into her gag, eyes screwed up tight as, despite all Fluttershy's efforts, only half the shaft went in, forcing it's way up to the median ring but no further.
Pulling half-way out, Fluttershy grunted and released Pinkie Pie's tail. She shifted forward, pressing her forehooves into Pinkie's back and spreading her hindlegs wider for a better grip. Her second thrust once again faltered at the median ring, but she persisted, slowly pushing through the resistance of Pinkie's pussy until she was able to hilt herself fully inside. The size of her cock made a visible bulge in Pinkie's already bulging belly, and the stomach full of cum stretched at the sides to try and make room for this added bulge.
“How, does that, feel?” she grunted, slowly beginning to thrust in time to her words. “Do you like, the feel, of my cock, you fat cunt?!” Fluttershy was picking up the pace now, the nastiness creeping back into her voice more with each word. “I am gonna make you my cumdump! You're gonna be so full, you won't remember anything but how good it feels to be my cocksleeve, and you'll be too full to even walk! I — I'm just gonna fuck you — over, and over — until — until — oh fuck!!” Fluttershy's speech fell apart as she began to lose herself to the pleasure; Somehow, it seemed, Pinkie Pie's pussy was far more enjoyable than her arse. Either that, or Fluttershy was simply more sensitive the second time around.
Either way, Rarity and Luna watched for several more minutes as Fluttershy continued to thrust, wordlessly moaning as Pinkie Pie wailed. The scene was mesmerising; They watched in obscene fascination as the magical testicles between Fluttershy's legs swelled larger, and larger, until they hung almost to the ground. Both ponies failed to notice as their own bodies became gradually more opaque, instead focussing on Fluttershy's gasping and grinding as she brought herself to a shuddering orgasm.
The balls constricted, their load beginning to unload. Fluttershy hilted, and locked her hindlegs around Pinkie Pie's own. She screamed in pleasure as her audience watched Pinkie's underside swell larger and larger still. The ropes disappeared beneath folds of flesh. Pinkie's forelegs were lifted clean off the ground, and her bulging belly pushed back between her hindlegs, forcing them apart further and slowly wrapping their way around them. Cum-froth spilled down Pinkie Pie's mouth and chin, dribbling out through her nostrils.
When the swelling finally stopped, Fluttershy had been lifted completely off the floor. She clung on for at least a minute more, panting, before lifting herself off the Pink mound beneath her. As soon as her body weight was removed, the butt-plug popped free of Pinkie Pie's rear, unleashing a heavy flow of stock white fluid. As Fluttershy pulled out of Pinkie Pie, a spurt of cum flowed freely from Pinkie's pussy and formed a large puddle on the floor. Still, Pinkie resembled nothing more than a pink blob of over-stretched flesh, with only a hint of appendages attached awkwardly.
“Now then, I suppose I'll have to give you a breather before fucking your face, we wouldn't want you to pass —” for the first time, Fluttershy noticed the two other ponies standing in the room, staring at her.
“Rarity?” She exclaimed in confusion. “Princess Lu… P-princess…” Her ears flopped as realisation turned her expression from prideful cruelty to abject terror in a matter of moments.
“You… you both… were watching…”
She stared down at the pink blob in front of her, cum continuing to pump out of Pinkie's orifices, and continuing to drip from her own, now flaccid, penis.
Fluttershy's squeaks were intelligible to no pony present, though her sentiment was understood well enough.
“Oh fuck!”