Cookie and Devil

by ProjectRabbid

Rating: mature
Tags: Romance
Length: 6027

A devil named Artyom is on his vacation. Lucy, a demon huntress wants to sleep

The Devil Artyom got the permission to have a four-month long vacation. he starts off in Baltimare as advised by his boss who was there as well.

Lucy is a Demon huntress without a real home. After a surprisingly easy hunt, she decided to go rest in a Church.

Both meet, talk and go beyond.

Published 1970-01-01 00:00:00 UTC
Last updated 2017-02-09 02:10:01 UTC

One shot

"It is a beautiful night to die, isn't it, Lucy?"

A Stallion, big, and with bright red eyes, looked at the white Mare, standing a few meters away from him. He jumped on the altar, and she took a step forward. It was cold and she could've sworn that, as she got closer to him, the air got even colder. She was not in the mood to react to his greeting, and the big grin on his face fainted, "Is this how it is going to be? You are going to just kill me, without even saying a word?" Again just silence. She could nearly feel his anger grow, "What is wrong with you? I am the monster you are hunting, are you just going to stand there an-"

He suddenly stopped mid-sentence, as Lucy took something out of her bag. In anger and disbelieve his eyes widened and he screamed, "A cookie?! Are you mocking me? What, are you going to give me a fucking cookie?!" he couldn't hold himself back anymore and with a threatening growl, he changed his appearance. His body melted into a black demonic self. But before the demon could pounce or spout fire or do any other “unholy things”, the Mare bit the cookie in half.

The blood on it was from the demon, turning the cookie into some kind of cheap voodoo doll and thus the real demon himself was cracked in half, just like that.

The head fell off in a bloody fashion, and the black liquid left the, now cooling, corpse.

Another figure emerged from the shadows, as Lucy grabbed the head with her hoof. Then she threw it at the hooded pony, standing behind her. He caught the demon-head with his magic.

"These lowlife demons are always so noisy, Silver," said the white Mare.

"Yeah, but now he will be silent forever. Like always, we will make sure he does not return. You get the pay at the usual place." He eyed the head and put it in his bag, "Do you wanna come for tea-"

But Lucy was already gone, the centenary laid still. No monster or Pony anywhere to be seen.

"Heh, typical," said the hooded pony and teleported away.

The Baltimare Church was unusually quiet tonight and it had an unusual guest as well.

Artyom was a devil. He looked like a Stallion like any other. He had a rost, orange coat and a black mane with a purplish tint in it. There was nothing else to notice, except his Cutie Mark, which was a silver rabbit head emblem with goggles.

But why was a devil in a church? Believe it or not, but he was on vacation and his boss suggested Baltimare as a starting point. He wasn't a 'foot-soldier' like most devils, he was more of a general. That was his rank and that is also the reason, why there is a silver hue in his Cutie Mark.

For his hard work and services to the King, he got the once every millennia chance on a four-month long vacation. Currently, this was his first week and he figured that he could use it to unwind and learn about other cultures. Not that Tartarus did not have any books on those, but they were so neutral that it made them too boring to read.

Now the real reason why he was in a church was that he wanted to take pictures of it. At the moment he walked around and looked at the objects placed in the god house.

'Why do ponies even practice religion? They have Celestia for Tartarus sake,' he thought and out of exhaustion sat on a bench and stared into space, contemplating about just anything.

Lucy was a white Mare with a blue Mane and white eyes. Her mane was simply cut, to not get in the way of fights and to avoid attention in public places. On her butt was a picture of a cookie. It was surrounded by a blue glow and if you look close enough you could also see the slight shimmer of a blue rune on top of it. Her talent was enchanted baked goods of all kind, but she mostly uses simple cookies, with no other reason except that they are the easiest, for her, to bake.

She occupied herself with being a Huntress, a well-known profession in the dark, hidden parts of society. She liked it, not only because it was something she was good at, but also because it was partly a family business, due to her uncle running the place as the guild master.

After her last hunt, she decided to go rest for the day and sleep in the church not far away. If it would have been possible she would’ve slept in the church she just killed the demon in, but she could already hear the team that was in charge of erasing any trails and signs of a fight getting to work.

'I don't feel really tired. I hope I can sleep at least,' she thought to herself.

Soon he reached one of the few churches in Baltimare and entered it, looking for some sleep.

Upon entering the building she found herself surprised at who was in it or rather what.

Thanks to her job she could sense his true being, his darkness...

'There is a devil inside a church!' she thought to herself and looked at him sharply, ready to fight her opponent but he did not move nor sensed her as it seems.  The orange Stallion was just sitting there, staring at the big cross on the wall.  What was he doing there?

When the house of god can't stop him from entering, how powerful could he be? Lucy only encountered devils in burned churches. Should she contact the guild and report of her findings? Would they believe her? Of course, they would… they fought much weirder opponents.

The Devil sneezed and continued to stare into space.

Lucy looked at him more, she could only see his backside from where she stood. A sudden curiosity packed her and she failed to follow her original plans. Where did he come from? Was he friendly ... maybe? Why does he survive in a church?

Her legs started to move and with cautious steps, she sat right behind him. Waiting.

He searched his head for ideas on how to use the rest of the day. There was a bar down the road. He passed it once or twice on his sightseeing in Baltimare. There was also that museum he wanted to visit and oh so many things to look at, but he just couldn't figure out what to do with his remaining 4 months of vacation.

Someone sat behind him. He wasn't bothered at all. His eyes moved downwards to the back of the bench in front of him, he saw some books there. Bibles probably. Now he was curious about the pony equivalent of that fairy tale book. He took one and started to read.

The Mare behind him noticed this and became curious of why a devil would read a bible. She took a cookie from her saddle bags and started to munch on it.

The devils' reading was interrupted by the sounds of her eating, he closed the book and leaned backward and looked upwards until he saw the Pony behind him. A white Mare with a dark blue Mane and sky blue eyes. And she was eating a cookie.

"Is it even allowed to eat in a church?" he asked the Pony, puzzled by the customs.

"Why shouldn't it?" asked Lucy and continued to eat her cookies. The sight of sweets being devoured stirs a small desire for those in some creatures and Artyom was one of them.

"Can I have one, too?" he asked the Mare.

"Depends."

"On what?"

"Why are you in a church?"

Artyom furrowed his eyebrows in thought but asked in return, "Why? Is it closed?"

"No but you are a devil!" she answered, showing him her confusion.

"Why do you think that?" he retorted, knowing these kinds of situations would come up with random people or ponies.

"It's my job to sense you guys,"  she said, not sure why she would confront a devil like that. But he was nice ... at the moment.

He sat back up and turned around proper, "What job?"

"Well, Demon huntress."

"Oh."

"Oh?"

He smiled at her, "Nah, don't worry about lil' ol' me."

"Why should I not?" she asked back.

"Wait, let me come sit there, too" he stood up and walked out of the row and into hers. She moved, making room for him, and he sat down beside her, grinning again.

"My Name is Artyom, by the way," the devil finally revealed offering his hoof to shake.

The Mare looked at it, unsure of how to act now. If she touches that, would she sign some kind of contract with terms she did not know yet? Would she sign for another client?

"Is it safe?" she asked, fully depended on her guild to save her in case Artyom tries to trick her.

"Only if you give me cookies," he replied and Lucy smiled. He really didn’t seem so bad.

They shook hooves and Lucy turned to her Saddle Bags and gave him one of her cookies (the normal ones of course). It was the first time she shared food with a demon.

He ate his and leaned back, "So... Is there a bounty on my head or what?"

Which can't be true because he had done nothing wrong.

The white earth Pony put a hoof to her chin and hummed.

"Not that I know, no," she said.

"So that is why you do not attempt to kill me?" he asked back with a smile. That serious wannabe-conversation turns adorably ridiculous the more they tried to.

"Nah, I just wanted to know how you survive in a church. You know why, all of this … " she gestured around herself at the interior of the building “ … doesn’t kill or bother you.”

The devil looked on and shrugged, "Dunno why it doesn't. Maybe religion ain't the answer?"

She chuckled, "But I met some good exorcists. I’m sure they would love to find out why you can withstand … “The Powers of God”!" she said with a dramatic voice and laughed.

"Well you know, I don’t think they take their power from the church. Also, I wouldn’t be able to answer them. Just as I’m not able to answer you, honey."

Lucy blushed a little at the compliment but pressed on, "And what business does a devil have in a church then and why in Baltimare? There is nothing special here."

"I am on vacation... “ he replied, to get the question out of the way, “ ...what is your name?"

"Lucy," she nodded as she gave that answer.

"I am on vacation, Lucy. And I wanted to sight-see and ended up in a church."

"How long are you staying?" she moved her body a bit toward him at that question.

"Why are you asking?" he did the same.

"You seem interesting."

"I am."

"Well?"

"Six months maximum," Artyom answered.

Lucy moved back, this devil was truly one of the nicest she met so far.

"First time I met a devil as nice as you are!"

"What are the others?"

"Noisy, egoistic and weak," she said, "If you just act nice than it is at least good acting."

"I am seventy percent nice," he claimed.

She raised an eyebrow, "and the other 30?"

"The other things; all cramped together in my brain of niceness."

With a hoof motion he asked for another cookie, Lucy gave him one.

While he enjoyed it Lucy had the chance, to study him a bit further. There was no physical indication that the orange pony was a devil. But devils could hide those. Besides a handsome face, she noticed his set of muscles in his arms and some in his withers. Before she could think about it more she caught a glimpse of his Cutie Mark. It was a silver rabbit head with scientific safety goggles. He was not only the nicest but also the first to have a normal looking Cutie Mark on his flank. She looked back at him. He glanced at her, a cookie in his mouth.

"What does your Cutie Mark mean?" she pointed at it.

"It shows my rank in the guard I work for. Red is highest. Black is lowest and silver is in the top half. The goggles represent my... specification. being good at sciency stuff but nearly all Devils are," he finished the cookie and managed to get the whole bag of little normal cookies from Lucy, he continued to eat them, "What is your Cutie Mark?"

He did not see hers yet but asking is caring.

She looked at her own hindquarters and saw the blue glowing backed good on it.

"It is a cookie," she said smiling.

His eyes moved to it. It was a glowing cookie. It looked delicious, just like her Rump.

He smiled a bit brighter, "So what does a cookie have to do with hunting demons?"

"I use an advanced form of rune magic in the form of cookies, they can explode, curse and stuff."

Artyom looked down at his cookies in worry. Lucy chuckled at that.

"Don't worry, those are safe to eat," she assured him. Artyom smiled and ate another chocolate chip cookie then he turned to her again, "And what are you doing in a church?"

"I wanted to take a nap"

"Inside a church?"

"Yep!"

"Huh..."

Their conversation died off a little after that, he was eating her cookies and she was staring at him. After a while of munching and staring, she asked again, "Where do you come from again?"

"Tartarus," he answered, stopped eating and looked at her then smiled, "Probably a different than yours, though."

"Why is that?"

She visitedTartarus once. It was not a funny sight nor a good memory to remember.

"Eh, Our Tartarus is closed off. Ponies have their own Tartarus in form of that Prison but we are a solid nation... or Empire.. or star system," he hummed.

Then he looked down again, the cookie bag was half empty and he was still hungry, but not in the mood for more cookies, he was more interested in that cookie on Lucy's Ass.

"So you fight Devils?"

She nodded

"Kill them?"

She nodded, noticing the tone of his voice.

"Wanna fuck one?"

"Wha?"

Lucy was shocked for a second but regained her composure and thought about it more intense. Would she like to fuck one? It wasn't a taboo and not against the rules. She wasn't even raised to live “sin-free”; heck, even her uncle, the guild master, was ninety percent Dark Magic induced. But wait... 'Did Artyom ask me to sleep with him?'

She looked back at him, his Muscles, his form and his eyes, his Mane. But especially his eyes, those purple eyes. He was handsome, and she was curious as to what a devil would be like in bed. She fought them, demons and ghosts. Then she thought about something. Of course, she wanted to sleep with him, because isn’t it the job of a demon hunter to know everything about their pray? There is no denying it now. If not for her own desires, she would do it for her studies. She just has to have sex with him. ‘Yeah I think I can live with that excuse,’ she thought to herself. But if she said yes, would they do it in the church? No, she has to bring him to a hotel.

"Maybe ... but I was never really asked out by a devil," she answered in the end.

He nodded and answered, "Would you like Dinner with me and then get lucky?" He sang the last two words as if they were a song from somewhere.

"There is a restaurant I'd always wanted to visit."

"Would you mind leading us there?"

She sat up and left the rows, heading to the exit, "Follow me~~"

With a stupid grin, he did.

Once out of the Church they turned right and followed the Road. Ponies were about in their usual work flow, hastily going, from place to place, but Artyom did not care, he had a hot piece of Flank in front of him. Looking at her hindquarters made him trail down her legs, he saw some kind of Ring around her right hind hoof. Probably just jewelry.

They entered an empty road, Lucy stopped and searched for something in her cookie bag. Artyom watched curiously as she brought a shining red cookie out and bit into it. Blue and red runes appeared all around her. The next moment, she wore a gorgeous dress.

"That restaurant is one of the finest in Baltimare, you should probably get a suit, too," she explained, looking at him.

Artyom nodded and let his curved devil horns appear, they glowed pink and a second afterward a suit appeared on Artyom. His horns disappeared again.

"Is it also one where you need a reservation?"

"Maybe? I was not there before," she said.

He nodded and continued on their path. After a few minutes, they entered a high class looking building. Golden light shone from the ceiling illuminating eating ponies far away in the back of the restaurant. Smells of the most divine food sapped through the rooms and to the new guests, letting their stomachs rumble in hunger, and snips of conversations flew through the room like leaves in Fall.

Both stepped forward to the annoying entrance pony to get two seats.

"Good evening," said that pony.

"Good evening, a table for two please," said Artyom and the pony across nodded and said, "Follow him please" he pointed to one of the waiters, who nodded then guided Lucy and Artyom to their table. A Table with two seats, directly in the middle of the Building.

"What would you like to drink?" asked the waiter and got his notepad and pen out.

"For me your best wine, please," Lucy answered. The waiter looked at Artyom.

"Something non-alcoholic, please," he said and the waiter nodded, leaving them alone.

Lucy looked around and then at the devil, who was hiding his devil-self "So... non-alcoholic, huh?"

He smiled and leaned forward, his hooves on the table as he answered, "Certainly not sadly. I might not be on duty but alcohol is something for the strongest Devils anyway."

She quirked an eyebrow, "How come?"

He shrugged, "I don't know but it is just bad for devils with my coat color"

Lucy thought about this a bit. So there is some truth about alcohol as a weapon against Devils, of course, she already knew that it helped against other demons, but hearing a confirmation from one of their own kind was good and a lot more reassuring than to read it in some old book.

"So, if a church won't burn you then my holy weapons won't also, right?" she wanted to see his reaction.

Artyom delightfully answered, "Depends on the kind of Weapon, if it is a knife than it might hurt because knifes hurt in general but stuff like crucifixes won't work."

'Liar' she thought and remembered how she often killed or at least hold a demon in place with a crucifix.  Her smile deepened as a reflex, missing a sour mimic. She had experience dealing with folks that were unpleasant to talk to.

"You sure about that?"

"You got one?" he asked back. She nodded her head and he looked around and then stretched his arm out to her.

"Try it, I don't lie," he tempered and she got an enchanted cross from somewhere. She poked his foreleg with it.

Nothing happened.

With a smile, Artyom retracted his foreleg from her and smirked at her surprised and worried expression.

"How?" she asked after ten seconds of thought.

"Maybe it has lost its magic just now or maybe not all demons and monsters are alike or maybe my magic is not the same as of those that you encounter, but don't be afraid of me, I am on paid vacation and I just want to enjoy my six months and so far they are great with you," he said.

Lucy blushed at his attempt to get her laid. And she had to say, it worked. Not that she wouldn't mind fucking him anyway. She wanted to assure him too.

"I-"

Two Glasses were set on the table by the same waiter as before, "Sorry for the delay," he apologized when he noticed that they were slightly glaring at him, he filled the Glasses with the ordered drinks. Because of Artyom's wish, he apparently chose carbonated Apple cider. He also set two menus down in front of them and left with, "I'll be back to get your orders, shortly."

He left to another table.

Artyom turned to Lucy, "you said something?"

She blushed and tried to remember what she wanted to say, "Oh sorry. I forgot but it was something positive, I assure you."

She smiled and asked him to tell her a bit about himself.

He shrugged and leaned back; what could he tell her?  Nothing that he knew would be too interesting to her he supposed. He shrugged again and blinked, "Nothing much to say there. Born and raised in Tartarus, entered the Militia. Lost count of my age, forgot who my parents were and did my job good enough to order some Devils around... I like Acapella."

Lucy hummed at the abundance of raw information to process, "Well that's a lot- wait How old are you?"

Artyom shrugged.

Lucy shook her head and chuckled, "And what is the last number you can remember?"

Artyom looked up in thought, "hmm thirty-two" then he looked at Lucy, "What?"

Lucy was staring at him unamused, "And here I thought you were more than a few Millenia old"

Artyom cracked his neck to release the pressure, "Well Our years are a lot different than yours honestly and maybe a bit faster, On the other hoof, we don't celebrate Birthdays that much. It is something Angels invented."

"So Angels exist?"

Artyom nodded and saw the Menu in front of him, "Oi, we need to order something. Right. Why is it so pleasant to talk to you, Lucy?" he asked and took the Menu in his hoofs, skimming through it.

Lucy took her Menu herself.

For the next few minutes, their dialogue consisted of choices and suggestions and prices.

Artyom was a bit sad that they did not serve Changelings, but he looked like a Pony anyway and a carnivores diet would do more than raise some eyebrows here he was sure of it. So he did not voice his disappointment. Lucy on her part chose a simple soup - cooked vegetables and ice cream as desert. Artyom chose to order some of the meatiest sounding ones.

After a while, the waiter came and took their orders.

They turned to each other again.

"So what about you, Lucy?" Artyom curiously asked his date.

Lucy sipped at her wine, then answered, "Well, kind of the same. I was born and raised here in Baltimare. Practically born into the guild I work for because my uncle is the headmaster there. Nothing much to be told about there too, they just taught me how to kill demons and devils. Someday we discovered my talent in advanced runes and sigils while I made some cookies as a foal, hence my Cutie Mark being a glowing Cookie."

Artyom nodded at the explanation and decided to taste his juice.

After ten minutes their food came, they thanked the waiter and started eating.

The next few minutes consisted of small talk, where were you from exactly? How long are you here already? Do you have any Siblings? How does your magic work then?

Questions and answers, going over the table to the other, while both enjoyed the Meals they ordered. The evening moved into the night as during their dessert Artyom made a very forward statement that let Lucy crack a cookie under the table.

Blue Mists appeared from where the crumbs where, unnoticed by Artyom and the other Guests. The blue Mists were like a Unicorns Levitation Spell and went for Artyom.

Lucy could control her Rune spell with her hoof and-

Artyom jumped slightly as something under the table started to jack him off. Something grabbed his Dick and made it semi hard in an instant. It did not feel like a hoof nor a hand nor a mouth or any body part Artyom was touched with. It was certainly magic, he was sure. Keeping his composure he looked over and saw her slightly waving her hoof on the table. Was that due to his semi-racist comment toward Earth-Ponies? It wasn't a bad one. It was a genuine fun one and both had their laugh after Artyom explained that he was technically an Earth-Pony because he only had his devil horns.

But he could play the same game as Lucy. Through the euphoric movements on Lucy's part, he managed to move his tail under the tablecloth where it changed into a long slender - slightly scaled - one. The hair vanished and at the tip was a little triangle that changed it’s form into a phallus-like shape, then it moved towards her, like a predator.

Lucy gasped as she felt something enter her Vagina. It was shaped like a cone with a rounded tip. It was like a flying dildo-

it started to vibrate.

Lucy had to remember all the lessons in self-control and etiquette and think of the most unsexy things just to keep herself from moaning, whatever it was that - she assumed Artyom was it - made it’s way inside of her started to vibrate and expand slightly. She lost her grip on her magic and Artyom felt the Jerking motions subside. With a disappointed feeling, he continued to pump his tail into Lucy.

Then he felt her grip on his tail as she pulled it out, he glanced at her while finishing his own dessert. Lucy panted slightly and had a growing look of need in her eyes. She smirked at him and called out, "Waiter!  Bill please!"

After the waiter came with the bill, he paid and she dragged him out of the building, "You, Me, Hotel. Now!"

She grinned and he grinned too, as they made their way through the town of Baltimare to the next hotel available.

They entered, paid for a room and nearly teleported upwards. The door was locked and both ponies jumped onto the bed on top of each other and holding each other in a tight embrace as they tried to swallow each others saliva in one of the hottest kisses each other ever had.

Artyom felt Lucy's hoofs ripping off his suit and he did the same to her dress. After a while of fumbling with buttons and fabrics, both ponies were finally naked.

Lucy looked up at the grinning devil and felt a genuine smile appear on her face, "Well, mister Devil. I don't know if I am just a slut or under your control," she said hoping that it would arouse him a bit.

He chuckled as he slowly kissed her neck up and down, "Probably the first one."

She moaned at his touch and hugged him tighter as his lips danced over her body, moving down to her belly, where he drew circles and little numbers with his tongue. Lucy, meanwhile gasping in bliss, watched him having fun with her body. His tongue changed into a snake like one and Horns appeared on his head alongside a slender Tail, Lucy felt in the Restaurant, but could finally witness with her own eyes.

"So that is your true form?" she asked the devil while he kissed the insides of her Thighs. He looked up from under her and nodded, "You like?"

Her eyes moved over his form and she had to say, he really did look Handsome as a devil. Maybe it were the eyes or maybe the teeth but something made him so exotic and distinct while in his devil form. Maybe it was just the tail, she couldn’t really get her head around it.

"Yes," she breathed out, looking him in the eyes.  He caught her glance and grinned wide. Then he dove back between her legs and kissed her rose.

Lucy moaned when she felt the long strong tongue enter her and massage her inner walls. She instantly became wet and needy. Not that she wasn't before, but now her nethers screamed for release and she let him know that with a simple moan.

He continued to eat her out and smirked at her squirms, he felt himself becoming hard as well. His cock throbbing in need for a pussy to breed and her pussy in need for a cock to milk. It was clear to both of them what the next step should be.

Artyom stopped savoring the taste of mare and retracted his tongue back inside, much to the disappointment of Lucy, who looked down to him with questioning eyes.

He smiled up at her and then repositioned himself directly over her.

"Should I use protection?" asked Artyom, he was not sure if she could get pregnant from him but he asked to show that he cared about it. Lucy shook her head and pointed at some runes on her body, especially the one near her vagina.

"No need, sweetie. I am protected with Magic. You can trust my runes there," she smiled up at him.

Artyom nodded, "I see. So, get ready."

She gulped and spread her legs for the next step of their lovely encounter. His tip was over her entrance, teasing her with its bare presence.

Lucy came annoyed by his hesitance and looked up at him, "What are you waiting for?"

He shrugged and said, "I am not sure if I should lube up or go straight in."

That was a major turn off and she felt her wetness subside somewhat but ignored that; she closed her eyes and said, "Just cum in."

He snorted at her choice of words and slowly moved inside her. Neither of them was a virgin by any means but feeling each other that way somehow felt different, somehow new as if it were their first true time. Artyom stopped pushing because their hips connected. Her vagina gladly took his full length of devil-horse-cock and continued to massage and burn for stimulation.

Artyom looked to Lucy and saw her slightly forced blush. A begging for more. He smiled and leaned down, kissing her nose for a second. She mumbled and opened her eyes, just to close them in bliss again when Artyom finally moved out a few centimeters. He pushed in again and out a bit more. He savored the warmth of Lucy's Love tunnel as long as his need would allow but after the fifth thrust, his movements did become faster and more forceful.

"Lucy, you are so warm inside," he groaned and continued to slowly build up his speed.

Lucy had to answer to that somehow, his cock was like nothing she ever had in there before. It was a normal horse cock for what she could feel but something about it was so wonderfully fantastic, something alien as well. Was it maybe that it was just a devil? Were all demon cocks that fucking fantastic?

She moaned his name as he once again picked up more speed.

"Oh Artyom, yes! I need you inside me," she whined and hugged his shoulders tighter. He actually felt the same way and whispered, "Don't worry, my mare. I will fill you with my seed until you are round and dandy."

She had to laugh at that, but at the same time, she nearly had an orgasm by the simple thought of that much seed inside of her. All thoughts left her though as she felt a rising tingling sensation inside her pelvis, she was close.

"Artyom, Oh Celestia! Keep going, please," she moaned out, hoping that he would last longer than her.  Artyom, on the other hand, picked up speed as he could hear her desperate need for release.

"Nigh, Lucy. Should I come inside?" he wanted her confirmation before doing the deed, he knew that his precum was as effective as the full load, but that was not the question, it was whether Lucy wanted her stomach to bloater, at least a bit, or if he should shower her.

"Artyom, FUCK YES, do it!" she wailed and opened her eyes, glazing deep into his own red ones. She wanted to say more things but the way he took her made her feel weak and the growing warmth took her breath away as suddenly, with a ripple all over her body and electricity to her brain, she came.

Her vagina clamped down on his penis and massaged it, trying to stimulate it enough so it would finally make him cum. It did. Artyom felt a tingling sensation while pounding her love tunnel and felt the churning of his balls before feeling the “Flush of Pleasure” through his rod and inside Lucy.

He grunted and hilted inside a moaning Pony and emptied his sack directly into her womb. He thumbed a little inside at every flare of his cock. Artyom leaned down and kissed Lucy's lips, her belly getting filled for a few seconds with his potent devil-sperm.

After the blissful moment of orgasm, the afterglow came and with it the fall from euphoria. Both ponies still connected by Artyom cock panted and moaned as the last dribbles of Pleasure left their body, leaving a husk of stratification along the way. There was a second where one of them giggled and tried to push out. But failed as the other hugged her close to his body. Resulting from lips meeting and the exchanging of moans.

The kiss between the two was passionate and tense. They invaded each other's mouth with their tongue. Trying to dominate, going sub, becoming dom again. All accompanied by the occasional grabbing of flanks and similar.

After a long while, Artyom pulled off and out, rolled to the side and continued to pant. Lucy cuddled up beside him, the Devil cum pouring out of her vagina as if she was peeing. She sighed happily and burrowed her face into his sweaty fur, smelling the musk of a devil.

She could not believe it. She fucked a real life devil!

They stared at the ceiling for who knows how long. Once the Afterglow was nearly over Artyom did speak up, "You were tight."

Lucy snorted and relaxed grabbing his arm, something about him was so attractive, she wanted more time with him. More fun, more sex.

She giggled and looked up at his face, "You were big."

He grinned back at the compliment and they continued staring at the ceiling.

"Won't you get problems for fucking a devil? You are a demon slayer if I understood that correctly," Artyom asked.

Lucy shook her head and continued smiling, occasional glancing at him and at the ceiling.

"Uncle Nevio is a shadow himself. He definitely wouldn't mind you. Even if you were to stay and kind of … well, work for us?"

He frowned slightly, "I actually planned to see the rest of Equestria in my six months of vacation."

She sighed, "I understand. It would have made me very happy, though."

Artyom looked down at the slutty Mare, rune mage, Earth-Pony, with her white coat and sweaty blue Mane with black tips. A smile from her felt Special to him for some reason. Yeah, she was sympathetic enough to care about.

"I might stick around and see what you guys are up to."

"I am glad," she said and they proceeded to stare at the dark ceiling. Waiting for tomorrow to come.