My Spooky Pony: Fuckhouse of Horror

You dust the chalk from your hands, looking down at your completed spellcasting circle. Exactly twelve feet across, and drawn in a special chalk that took you three days to enchant. You haven’t been a student of the mystical arts for very long, but you were told you had a knack for it. Witchcraft runs in your blood, you remember your archmage telling you, though you’re pretty sure she’d shake her head in disgust at what you were planning to do. She just wouldn’t understand. She’d immediately assume the worst. Normally, people who attempted to summon a succubus have one thing on their mind, but you’re different. This isn’t about sex.

Okay, maybe it is a little bit about sex, but not entirely! You do have a legitimate hunger to grow in your craft, and the only way to do that is to practice. You’ve done some summons in the past, a sprite here and a wraith there, but nothing corporeal in nature. Your archmage said that you weren’t ready, but you know better. You can do anything you set your mind to. Witchcraft runs in your blood, after all!

Which is what brings you here, looking over your carefully-chalked spellcasting circle one last time to make sure you didn’t fuck anything up. Naturally, it was perfect. The lines of your pentagram? Flawless. The circumference of your circle? Perfect. Your protective runes around the edge? Without rival.

You peer a little closer, quickly erasing a ᚸ that you erroneously placed on the southern edge of the circle, replacing it with a ᚣ. There. Perfect.

“Alright, Anon. You’ve got everything you need,” you say to yourself. You grab your satchel from the floor of your “Sorcerer’s Enclave” (really just a fancy thing you call your basement) and retrieve from it 5 black candles. You arrange them in your pentagram, one for each point of the demonic symbol. You snap the fingers of your left hand, conjuring a deep orange flame at the tip of your right index finger. You use your fingers to light each candle, the flames turning a ghostly, otherworldly violet as it slowly consumed the wick of the candle. When all five are lit, you extinguish your finger and drop to the ground before your circle. You take in a deep breath, clear your throat, and begin to chant.

The incantation you learned from your archmage was in a tongue that mortals were never meant to hear, nevermind repeat, and each word feels as though it’s slithering up your throat and scrambling out your mouth. You don’t even know exactly what you’re saying, your human mind simply too small and sheltered to comprehend the complex, unworldly syllables, but you know you’re doing it correctly. The flames of your candle begin to dance, an unnatural wind swirling gently throughout the room. You chant louder, pouring your very spirit into each intricate, arcane word. The purple flames grow brighter, hotter, their heat singing the very fabric of reality. The flames lean for the center of the pentagram, as if a gentle breeze blowing them towards each other, as the spell waits for the last word it needs to be complete. The final bit of the incantation, and the only word you actually understand how to pronounce. The name of the demon you’re summoning.

“Twilight,” you say, feeling the single word sap some of your lifeforce. The flames plumed, coming together in the center of the pentagram to create a blazing violet inferno. The flames grows so hot, so bright, that you hold your arms up in front of your face to shield your eyes. There’s a wild flourish, followed by the sound of crackling flames slowly dying out into embers. Once you feel the heat dissipate, you lower your arms to get a good look at your demon.

She’s taller than you expected. You’re fairly average in height, and you have to look up slightly to meet her gaze. She smiles as she looks you up and down, her large, scaly wings flapping idly behind her. Protruding from her head are two curling, wickedly-sharp black horns, crackling with a magical energy that you can immediately tell dwarfs your own. She stretches her arms above her head, the thin, tight material of her body suit clinging to her form, accentuating her curves. She swishes her thin, spindly, pointed tail behind her, letting her long, thin tongue fall out of her mouth to lick her lips.

“Hello, friend,” she says. Her voice is nothing if not gentle and casual, but she possesses a power that has you quaking in your boots. “My name is Twilight Sparkle, though I think you knew that already.” She licks her lips again, looking you up and done like a lioness would a hunk of meat. “And who might you be?”

“I am Anon, the sorcerer who summoned you,” you say, trying to stay strong. As long as your resolve stays solid, so too will your hold on the succubus. “I brought you to this mortal plane, and your will is bound to my own.”

“So it is. I’ve gotta say, your circle work is impeccable.” She looks around at the spellcasting circle she’s standing in, admiring it. She reaches forward, an invisible plane stopping her hand when it reaches the barrier of the chalk. “Runes are solid, too. Plus, you knew my true name, so you knew exactly how to contain me. Hm… You wouldn’t happen to be a student of Celestia, would you?”

“You know the Archmage?” you ask. Twilight’s eyes light up, a smile curling to her lips.

“So she’s an archmage now, huh? Impressive. Always thought she was destined for greatness.” Twilight drops to the ground, laying idly on her side. You’re fairly confident that she’s attempting to seduce you. The way she looks at you, with her hand rested provocatively on her hip, says that she wants you. “She asked you to summon me? For some sort of test, I imagine.”

“No. She doesn’t know I’ve summoned you,” you say, unsure why you’re explaining yourself. Perhaps it’s confidence. You summoned the demon, and your hold on it seems to have stuck, so you’re feeling on top of the world right now. “This was just to test myself. To see what I was capable of.”

“I admire that. Too many young mages like yourself find complacency in success,” Twilight remarks. “If one wishes to advance in their craft, one must keep pushing their capabilities.”

“Thanks. I—”

“Unfortunately for you, it was a grave mistake to summon me. A mistake you may not live long enough to regret.”

Your blood chills at her words. She doesn’t speak with much venom in her voice, no anger or aggression. She’s not making a threat. She is simply stating the truth.

“W-what?” you manage to squeak out, your mind racing to remember your defensive spells. You don’t think they’ll do you much good, but you’ve got to try something if things go south.

“There’s a reason Celestia didn’t think you were ready,” said Twilight. “And that reason is simply because you are not. You cannot control me. It was foolish to think you could.”

“I know your name, Twilight Sparkle,” you say, regaining a bit of your composure. Showing weakness would be surrendering before the fight even began. “And you have been summoned by my magick. Your will is bound to my own.”

“Very true. But you failed to realize something very key.” Twilight sits up suddenly, her eyes shifting from soft purple to bold, piercing crimson. “My will is bound to yours, yes, but that also means that your will is bound to mine. And my will is far stronger than yours could ever hope to be, mortal.”

She reaches forward, her hand hitting that same invisible plane as before. This time, however, Twilight keeps pushing. She strains just a bit, the space in front of her hand crackling with a strange green energy, before she manages to extend her fingers past your barrier. Your eyes go wide, and your fear seems to amuse the succubus.

“As you can see, your will is nothing compared to mine. This leaves you in a bit of a tricky spot,” says Twilight. “You essentially have three options. Option A: You attempt to banish me back to Hell. This will result in a battle of will that I will undoubtedly win. My spirit will consume yours, tearing your very soul to shreds.”

“Not a fan,” you say. “Option B?”

“You stall. You wait for these five candles to burn out, thus breaking the connection between your will and my own. This would give me free reign to do whatever it is I want. Maybe I’ll leave and see the town. Maybe I’ll grab a pizza.” Twilight smiles at you, chilling your core with her raw power. “Or maybe I’ll rip your soul from your body and take it back to Hell with me as recompense for wasting my time.”

“Based on how things have been going, I’m going to guess that I’m not going to like Option C very much either,” you say. Twilight chuckles, licking her lips again. She’s got that look in her eyes again. Staring you down like prey. If you weren’t intimidated before, you absolutely would be now.

“Option C… You complete the conditions of my summoning. Every demon has a reason to be summoned, and we cannot leave until we’re banished by our summoner or our conditions are completed. As a succubus, you can imagine what that entails.” She falls back, laying with her back to you. She wiggles her tail, drawing your eye to her thick, curvaceous ass. You stare at the demon, trying to see if she was being serious or not. With her back to you, you can’t read Twilight’s expression, though you wonder if that would even do any good. All you can gather is from her posture, the way her tall, curvy body lays oh so comfortably in the lines of the circle that was supposed to be her prison. Twilight giggles, presumably at the difficult spot you find yourself in, and gives her ass a playful little spank. As you watch her butt jiggle from the impact, you feel your cock twitch to life, and your decision is made for you.

“Fine. I’ll, uh… complete your summoning or whatever,” you say, slightly shakily. Twilight’s wings stiffen slightly, her tail pausing mid-swish. She rolls over, pushing herself to all fours, and she crawls forward until her nose was pressed against the arcane barrier of your circle.

“Very, very good choice,” says Twilight. She points down at your circle, grinning with satisfaction. “All you need to do is break this circle, and I’ll handle the rest.”

“No stealing my soul?” you ask. As if what she said was any guarantee.

“Of course not. I’m a succubus!” She lets her tongue loll out of her mouth, giving you one more reminder that she’s an otherworldly sex demon. “Given the choice between sex and literally anything else, a succubus will pick sex. Besides, you’ll be fulfilling the purpose of the summon. I couldn’t break it if I wanted to. All you have to do is agree to fuck me and break this circle.”

You approach cautiously, watching as Twilight’s excitement rose. She’s breathing more heavily, licking her lips, wiggling her hips. It seems like she never wanted anything but to fuck you from the moment you summoned her, which you realize is probably the case. She’s a succubus, for crying out loud.

“Well, I guess this could’ve been worse,” you sigh, using the sole of your shoe to erase part of the circle on the floor. “At least I get my dick wet.”

Like lightning, she’s out of the circle, flapping her wings to rise into the air and looming over you. Her tail wraps itself around your middle, stopping you from even thinking about escaping, and she grabs your shoulders with her strong, clawed hands.

“Oh, foolish little mage,” she chuckles. “Who said anything about using your dick?”

Before you can ask what that even meant, you feel the succubus’ magic claw at your body. The blistering heat of her incredible power runs up and down you, and you can feel it change you. Your hips widen a bit, your ass feeling a bit heavier and thicker than before. Your legs get the same treatment, growing thicker, meatier. Your hair grows longer. Your face smooths, your features becoming softer. You gulp audibly as you feel the magic center around your chest. You feel yourself balloon slightly, your chest expanding. Before you know it, Twilight has dropped you back to the ground, letting you catch your breath for the first time since the process began.

“What did you do?” You recoil at the voice that comes out of you, because it’s definitely not yours. It’s higher, lighter. Feminine. You look down at yourself in a panic, confirming your fears. Tits. You have big, round, squishy tits. You squeal at your sudden transformation, which makes Twilight laugh.

“I just cast a bit of body metamorphosis magic,” she says, running her hands down your sides. When they reach your thighs, she gives you a squeeze, earning another squeal from your newly feminine form. “Easy stuff, once you understand the method.”

“Change me back, right the fuck now!” you demand. Again, Twilight laughs at you, caressing your new, womanly legs. She grabs your shoulders, pushing your back down to the ground, effectively pinning you. “I mean it, you bitch! This wasn’t the deal! Change me back right fucking—” You lose the rest of your tirade when Twilight latches her lips onto yours, and her tongue begins exploring the inside of your mouth. You feel your face flush, your body grow warm as you make out with the succubus. Unsurprisingly, she really knows what she’s doing, and her kiss sets a fire in you. Your entire body tingles, especially your crotch, where your dick once was. Soon, too soon, she breaks away, winking slyly at your blushing, embarrassed, infatuated expression.

“Pretty girl like you shouldn’t have such a potty mouth,” she says with a chuckle. “Why don’t you save all the ‘fucks’ and ‘bitches’ for when I’m in you, hm?”

“I-in me?”

Twilight snaps her fingers, and you squeal as your clothes catch fire. Strangely, the flames don’t seem especially hot. They just harmlessly burn your clothes off, leaving you in your underwear. To your surprise, you’re no longer wearing the boxers you put on earlier that morning. Now, you have on soft, white cotton panties that hugged your curves, particularly the lips of your new pussy. Your bra is new, too, white like your panties and struggling to contain your tits. Twilight stands up over you, her clothing burning away much like yours had. Instead of a beautiful purple pussy for you to gawk at, she has a thick, heavy, veiny, throbbing cock, drooling precum onto your stomach. The organ is massive, far longer and thicker than yours used to be.

“Yes, baby. In you.” Twilight descends onto you, rolling your panties down your legs, a thin string of girlcum clinging to the fabric. You blush harder, a bit embarrassed by how openly aroused you were. Not that you could even blame yourself. Twilight is a sex demon, after all. Every facet of her form is designed to arouse you. Even her cock. Her thick, throbbing cock that looks like it could easily tear you clean in two.

“W-wait,” you say nervously. That thing looks like it might do some serious damage to you. “I’m not ready!”

“Don’t worry, hon, I wouldn’t throw you in the deep end like that,” Twilight promises you. “I am nothing if not a gentle and compassionate lover.” Twilight snaps her fingers, and her magic grabs your body, tossing you into the air where you hovered, your legs spread and your arms bound to your side. Twilight slithers in close, grabbing you by the hips. Her touch electrifies you, sending shivers up your newly sensitive body. Twilight lets her tongue loll out of her mouth, licking a slow path down your stomach. You twitch and tremble in Twilight’s magical grasp, her wet tongue causing arcs of pleasure throughout your body. Her tongue traces down your middle, sliding to your hips and thighs, coming so near to your pussy that you can feel the heat of her breath without actually touching you. It’s maddening. You fidget, biting your lip as your body flushes hot.

“Quit teasing,” you tell her. “J-just… Just get this over with…”

“Oh, you don’t look like you’re in much of a position to be giving out orders, Missy,” chuckles Twilight, taking her sweet time with her tongue. She licks circles around your lower lips, making sure to tease you as much as she could without actually giving you what you wanted.

“I s-summoned you. You’re here… To serve me!” You gasp, your words melting into a breathy moan when Twilight’s tongue just barely brushes your clit. “Your will may be stronger than mine… But your purpose is the same. And your purpose is to serve me.”

Twilight chuckles, then leans forward, slithering her tongue into your cunt. Her clawed fingers dig into your thighs, digging into your skin slightly as you tremble with pleasure. It’s a feeling you can’t even describe, the pure ecstasy unlike anything you ever experienced as a guy. Stars dance in your eyes, your vision doubling from the sheer pleasure. Your hips buck on their own, trying to force more of Twilight’s tongue into you, but she’s on to you. Her tongue retreats back into her mouth, where she savors your taste. You breathe heavily, your chest heaving as you try to recover from the fireworks lighting up your body.

“You have a point, m’lady,” admits Twilight, licking her lips. “A good succubus is at the whim of its summoner. So, Anon, that begs the question. What is your whim?”

You take a second to catch your breath before addressing Twilight. Your mouth has gone dry, your mind clouded from pleasure. You can feel the heat radiating throughout your body, your legs trembling and toes curling slightly. You take a breath, hoping to steady yourself enough to sound at least vaguely powerful and dignified, knowing full and well that Twilight very easily reduced you to a panting, wanting, horny slut.

“I want you…” You stop yourself, shaking your head. “No. I command you… To fuck me. Now.”

“Well, why didn’t you just say so?” laughs Twilight.

And, just like that, she’s back on you. Instead of going for your pussy, her tongue finds its way to your breasts, licking up the curve of your new tits. She grabs her throbbing cock, almost too thick around for her to grasp, and guides it to your hot, dripping hole. She sends her tail slithering around, gently spreading your lower lips apart for entry. She guides her cock into you, its girth spreading you apart. A moan escapes your lips as she enters you, a feeling like lightning up your spine driving you absolutely mad.

Twilight doesn’t give you any time to acclimate, keeping her tongue moving around your nipple as she thrust her hips, forcing her cock into you. The feeling of thick, hard, throbbing cock filling you was unlike anything you’ve ever experienced. It almost hurts, but in the most amazing way possible. You can feel your body clench and spasm, wanting more of Twilight in you. She seemed to recognize this, and she grabs your hips tighter, pulling you in closer, fucking you harder. Twilight’s tongue slithers from one breast to the other, wrapping around your sensitive nipple. As she pounds your cunt, fucking you silly, she leans forward and, ever so gently, sinks her teeth into your nipple.

You squeal, your vision going faint as you cum hard around Twilight’s cock. You fight in her magical bondage, struggling and spasming as your cunt clamps down on Twilight. You try to say something, to let Twilight know that you needed a breather, but words fail you. All you’re capable of is a moan, your eyes rolled back in your head and your tongue hanging out of your mouth.

“Oh, did someone cum?” asks Twilight, very much so rhetorically. Still, you slowly nod, still failing to form a coherent sentence. “Good. Because I think I’m right behind you. Now, I could pull out and finish onto your face, or…”

You grab Twilight’s wrist and yank her forward, pulling her close enough for you to wrap your legs around her torso. You grab her around the back of the neck and pull her close, clumsily latching your lips onto hers. As you break away from her, you notice the surprise on her face, and you smirk slightly.

“Don’t you fucking dare pull out,” you huff. “You started this, demon. Now you better finish it.”

Twilight grins at you, giving you a nod before she set out to do just that; finish it. Her tongue slithered just like it had before, but this time, it leaves your tits alone. You barely have time to recognize this before you squeal and moan, Twilight’s thrusts picking up in speed. Twilight folds your legs up, giving her a better angle of penetration. You’re not used to being tossed around like this, but it feels good. Twilight knows what she’s doing, and she’s showing no signs of wanting to do anything but get you off.

Twilight’s tongue, which seems to magically grow longer as needed (the perks of being a sex demon), slithers down your belly, licking your pussy, tonguing your clit. You thought you had been prepared for every electric arc of pleasure that Twilight could provide you with, but you were wrong. Her long tongue wrapping around your clit, effectively suckling while her thick, meaty cock spreads you apart, it’s like nothing you could have ever prepared for.

“Fuck… I’m almost there, Anon,” breathes Twilight. “Can I…?”

“Yes…” You’re mostly working on instinct, your body and mind on some sort of autopilot. “I command you, demon. Cum inside me, now…”

Twilight only needed to be told once, and she wasted no time in thrusting her hips harder, slamming into you to the wet slap of flesh on flesh. Her tail curled around her, wrapping around your middle and pulling you closer so she can pound your pussy harder. You squeeze her tight with your legs, refusing to let go until you get what you want. Twilight groans, her voice like a savage beast, and you can feel her cock swell inside of you before it erupts.

Thick, hot cum fills you, shooting into you like a jet. You let out another long, shaking moan as you cum yet again, your pussy twitching and convulsing on Twilight’s length. You milk her cock of its cum, feeling each thick rope spurt into you with a strange sort of contentment. You feel so full, so utterly satisfied, that you can’t imagine how anything could top this. Twilight slides her cock from your pussy, gently dropping you down to the ground. You can’t feel your legs, so standing up is out of the question. You just lay there, your leg twitching and cum dribbling from your well-used cunt, and bask in your afterglow.

“Not bad, for a novice sorcerer like yourself,” says Twilight with a sigh. She snaps her fingers, returning her clothes to her body in a plume of flame. “Oh, sorry. Novice sorceress.”

She crosses the room, returning to your forgotten spell circle. She stands between the candles, in the same spot that she appeared in. With another snap of the fingers, the purple flames of the candles rose, twirling around her in a slow torrent of violet fire.

“Well, this has been fun, but I really should get home. You’ll revert to normal in two or three days, so don’t worry about that.” She gives you a backwards glance. “Unless you’d like to summon me again tomorrow for an encore?”

You raise a weak, trembling hand, giving her a thumbs up before you fall limp, completely spent. Twilight giggles, raising the flames with a flourish of the hand. She blows you a little kiss before snapping her fingers, causing the fire to entirely engulf her. There’s a bright flash, just like before, and it dies out, taking the succubus with it.