My Spooky Pony: Fuckhouse of Horror

by LewdChapter

Rating: mature
Tags: Porn, Sex, Profanity, Alternate Universe, Human, Anthology, Anthro, Main 6, Anon, My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic, Second Person, Fetish, Romance
Length: 18587

A collection of lewd 2nd-person Halloween shorts

Six stories. Six monster girls. Six sexual adventures for Anon.

A collection of six short stories, each chronicling an encounter with a different monster girl. A collaborative effort of myself and DrySpell.

WARNING: This story contains...

Arachne: spider-girl, light bondage, light femdom, orgasm denial and Anon.

Lamia: Lamias, sideways vaginas, and Anon.

Ogre: giantess, size difference, light lactation, Pinkie Pie shenanigans, and Anon.

Zombie: Zombieism, "necrophilia" in the strictest of senses, reverse bjs, and Anon.

Ghost: ghost-fucking, reverse bjs (but different this time), and Anon.

Succubus: male-to-female transformation, futa on female, and Anon.

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Happy Halloween!

Published 2018-10-30 21:20:01 UTC
Last updated 2018-10-30 21:20:01 UTC

Arachne

You were finding it increasingly hard to concentrate on your task, since the air was thick with dust and the entire place around you was filthy. Though, to be perfectly fair, it was your job to make sure that what was happening to you wasn’t going to happen to the next people to set foot here. You’re uncle had promised you quite a hefty paycheck if you could get the cleanliness of the place up to government standards… though not as much of a hefty paycheck he’d normally have to pay the government to come and do it themselves.

Still, cash was cash, and there was no reason to turn it down. At least, that what you thought before actually arriving at the place. Everywhere you took a step, you could feel your sole dig into the grime on the floor, and the dim light coming from the cheap light fixture on the ceiling could barely reach the floor, there were so much dust about the air. Besides that, there was the thick smell of mold wafting about in the air, adding an awful cherry on top of this decrepit cake.

You quickly made your way back upstairs, leaving the door open in an attempt to try to somehow air the place out and make it hospitable. Upstairs, the sun was starting to fall in the sky, casting a pink and orange light onto the ground from the large windows on either side of the the front door, which itself was right across from the basement door. Since it was getting late, you’d have to be heading home to call it a day soon. Everything up here was already clean, and in working order. Furniture placed, windows wiped, plumbing a-ok. If you could somehow saw off the basement, you could pass your job off as done and get your money.

You feel something crawling up your arm and slap it quickly. You pull up your hoodie sleeve, but already know what it is. You look down at the crushed spider on your arm and quickly flick it off. They’re all over down there, contributing to the mess with large, spanning spider webs. So much so that the first time you went down there, you might as well have been wearing all white when you came up. You do a quick shake to hopefully dislodge any spiders from you.

Filled with vigor and with a new task, you pull a part of your hoodie over your nose and delve back into the basement. Of course, it’s still as dark and dirty as before, but you go in with seemingly clear lungs. Holding your breath and equipped with a phone flashlight, you use a duster to firmly swipe away a few big webs clinging to the low ceiling. You manage to get a few, but the spiders that made them get away, despite your best efforts. You manage to catch a group running away from you, and stomp your way over to them.

You’re too busy looking down that you don’t notice the door in front of you until it knocks you on your ass. After picking yourself up and swearing you’d take thirty showers once you finally got home, you scan your phone over the door.

It looks like cheap wood, and it’s unkempt. Splintered, moldy, and generally broken like most other stuff down here. Still, the doorknob seems to be firmly attached and the door doesn’t seem to have a lock. You turn the knob and pull the door open.

You take a few steps into the room, simply taking in the change of scenery. The entire room seems like it doesn’t fit with the house at all. On the far left, there’s a large bed right out of a princess’ bedroom, complete with drapes and fancy, ornate sheets, though these both seemed old and rather worn. Opposite the bed, on the right, was a vanity, with a large mirror and accessories spilled all over it. Finally, on the bookshelf, there were a few picture frames, similarly ornate to match the room. You slowly make your way to them over the carpeted floor, and lift them out of the dust coating they’ve built around themselves.

It takes a second to remove the dust from the glass, but when you do, it reveals a black and white picture of two people. The first is a burly man with a mustache you can only assume he twirled like a villain. He was smiling so hard, you could barely see his eyes, and hair that sprouted wildly from his head. The other person, however, was much more interesting. It was a little girl, no older than 10, with long flowing hair. She was smiling, though not as big as the man was. Her smile was more refined. Elegant.

“Please spare me the embarrassment of looking at that photo.” Before you could even feel scared, something from above snatched the picture out of your hands. You look up, but you’re not quick enough to see that something’s grabbed you, holding your arms in place as it lifts you off the ground. You can’t even scream, because you’re so terrified.

There’s a flash of light that takes you off guard for a moment, but when you open your eyes, you finally see your assailant.

“Oh…” You can barely offer any words as you see the most beautiful girl you’ve ever seen right before you. Her eyes are diamond blue, piercing and cold, and her soft, sapphire hair brushes against your face. Her skin is pale, soft, and currently bare as it presses against your hoodie. Her bosom is soft, but not all that large. “I… uh… woah.”

“Hm… I seem to have that effect on a lot of men,” said the woman with a chuckle. She presses a hand to you and lets go, leaving you to slowly fall back down to the ground. This snaps you back into reality, realizing that if you don’t do anything, gravity will probably break your spine. Luckily, though, Your body slows to a stop before hitting the ground. “Though I haven’t seen a man in a while… I suppose I should consult daddy about that.”

The light that was flickered on lit the room well, but there was still a fairly large shadow cast of the floor. By looking up, you can realize exactly what’s casting it.

Above you is the same woman from before, but behind her is something larger. A web thicker than anything you saw outside, and a large, black, patterned abdomen, and eight long legs. Suddenly, the magic of the girl you saw before you wore of. Slightly. Besides, at least now her breasts could hang freely.

“I hope you’re not bothered terribly by this,” she said, gesturing to herself. Slowly, threads of cloth seemed to pull together a pretty fancy and frilly shirt around herself before slowly threading her way down to the ground.You manage to sit up when she touches down and think about making a run for it, but realize she still has a thread connect to your chest. Pulling against it feels like trying to break bridge suspensions with your bare hands. “It’s been a while since I’ve had a guest, and I wasn’t expecting you. I’ll get myself fixed up quickly.”

“Who… who are you?” She walks over to the vanity and begins picking up the discarded items and using some of them. “I-I’m not really supposed to be here.”

“Hm? Then how did you get into the house? Surely my father led you in.” She applied her makeup quickly and effectively, like she’d done it a thousand times.

“My uncle… he gave me a job,” you explain, wary of the woman’s legs that prattle about every few seconds. “I was supposed to clean out this abandoned house so he could resell it on the market. I didn’t even see anyone else around when cleaning.”

“Abandoned? No, no, you’re mistaken.” She said with a chuckle. “Surely, you must’ve missed him.” She lowers the picture that you picked up earlier, and you remember the connection between the girl in the photo and the spider girl. “Oh my! I still haven’t introduced myself, have I? I’m Rarity.”

“A-Anon…” you say meekly.

“Anon?” She stops applying for a second. “Hm… a peculiar name, if I say so, myself. Though ‘Rarity’ isn’t exactly normal either. Can’t pick your name, I’m afraid.”

“So… um… if you don’t mind me asking...” You point to the picture. “But that’s you, right? In the photo with that man?”

“Ugh… I had hoped you forgot.” She stopped for a moment, then pulled the picture over to her and looked down at it. You couldn’t see her face perfectly, but in the mirror, she looked like she was reminiscing. “Yes, this was me. Before I became what I am today.”

“How did that happen?” you ask. She shrugs, then goes back to doing her makeup, placing the photo down next to her. “You just woke up one day and were a spider?”

“That’s the gist of it, darling.” She stepped away from the vanity, startling you for a second as you got used to her sharp legs poking into the carpet. “But let’s not dwell in the past. Aren’t you here for me now?”

“I, er…” Rarity closed the distance between you two, placing a long leg on either side of you. You’d be scared, if you hadn’t looked at her face as she looked down at yours. If she was amazing before, she was drop dead gorgeous now. You could feel the heat begin to build up in your cheeks as she caressed one with soft fingers. “What do you mean?”

“What do you think?” She said with a chuckle. “There’s only one reason I’d have to invite a man into my chambers.”

The string attached to your chest unlatched, and Rarity moved into you, pressing her soft lips against your own. Distracting you from the webs slowly encircling your body. Out from somewhere near, soft, but firm silk threads wrapped your hands. Similar threads slinked down your body, wrapping your legs in a the same way. She pulled away from you, undoubtedly leaving a big lipstick stain over your lips, then flicked her hand upwards, causing the ropes to straighten your body out.

“Ow…” you mumble. “I thought we were going to… ya know, fuck.” You pull against your restraints. “It’s kind of hard to make love with no hands.”

“Oh, no, darling. I am going to make love to you.” She pressed a finger against your jeans, then ran it down them. Miraculously, the threads unravelled themselves as if they were never sewn. Once she got low enough, your cock stood at the ready poking her in the stomach. She looked down at it and smiled, then back up at you. “If you manage to please me, though, yes. I will let you fuck me.”

Taking that as motivation, your cock jumped a bit, smearing a bit of pre across her shirt. Rarity only smirked, though, instead taking your shaft into her palm, pressing it against your bare stomach, now that she was dethreading your upper body as well. Once you were naked, she ran her small tongue across your upper chest, stopping to slowly flick the tip against your nipples. You could feel your heartbeat speed up to match her warm breaths against you., and your dick harden in her soft, small hands.

“You’ve… huh… you’ve done this before?” She chuckled a bit, then placed a kiss against your cheek.

“More times than I can count, darling.” She pushed her legs inwards, sinking closer to the floor, and bringing your twitching dick right to face level. Without warning, she kisses the tip, dribbling a bit of pre along with her lips as she does so. She takes the head slowly, lapping up any remaining pre quickly, before taking in the rest of the cock in one full stride.

As your head brushed up against the wet, slick inside of her cheek, you felt a chill run down your spine. If you were standing normally, you’d probably fall to your knees. She pulled it out a bit, then shoved it back in, all the while slowly running her tongue across the base. It was only a matter of time before she sped up, adding in the pressing and squeezing of your hanging balls against each other. Despite her speed and finesse, you could only hear small slurps and swallows. Your cum had no problem bubbling up in your balls, and even less problems getting ready to shoot out of you like a bullet at high noon.

“Fuck… oh god,” You bite your lip, then sigh heavily as you feel yourself come the close to orgasm. But instead, you feel a sharp prick near your cock. You’re forced to gasp, and your orgasm is cruelly pulled from you. You look down to see threads wrap around the base of your cock. “I-I… what happened?” Rarity slowly pulled herself back, seemingly enjoying every moment your cock twitched and buzzed, hoping to get some relief after all it’s stimulation. But Rarity popped it out of her mouth, licking her lips and leaning back.

“My oh my, Anon,” she said, pressing a finger to the shaft. “You weren’t hoping to cum in a lady’s mouth without her permission, would you?” She chuckled softly, poking against the hungering beast in her face. “That’s no good. You may be able to cum later. If you behave yourself”

Your orgasm was slowly dying down, but before it could completely escape her, Rarity dove back in, this time, messily enjoying you and your body shaking in pleasure. Your ears became red, and your face blazed even in the cool room. Your heart pounds in your ears, seemingly thumping to the tune of Rarity’s thrusts onto you.

“Hm…” She hummed, pulling off again. “You’re quite the resilient one, aren’t you? Most men have came by now.” She looked up at you, and though she’s denied you pleasure, you still can’t help but feel you’re looking at a queen.

“It’s… uh… one of my specialties…” you pant. “That and… making fried eggs.” Rarity chuckles, then returns to her full height. She’s still gorgeous as she blushes, and places her arms on your shoulders. Then, she leans in and whispers soft words into your ear.

“You’re quite the cute little boy, aren’t you?” She says, stopping your heart for a moment. She chuckles, then continues. “Would you like to see something special?” She pulls away from you, seeking an answer on your face. You close your eyes, then nod slowly. When you open your eyes, it’s her turn to be embarrassed. She presses a finger against her own shirt, revealing once again, those perky breasts from before. They’re small, but look like they’ve got a bit of kick to them.

Still, she’s not done. Near her stomach, there’s a part of her spider self. A black cone shaped part. She slowly pulls that down (blushing pretty heavily as she does so) so it faces the floor, and reveals something new.

You can see her actual legs now, and exactly where they merge and form her spider parts. Most importantly, though, is that there’s a rounded, smooth mound exactly where you’d expect it to be. You can’t help but stare at it. It’s kinda pretty.

“My dad has sent me many guys in a pursuit of a suitable suitor for me…” she said, brushing hair out of her face. “Only three or so have actually seen me like this…” She places her hand over her pussy, as if she’s just remembering it’s supposed to be covered. “And no one is allowed inside. I forbid it.”

The grips around your hands loosen and fade, leaving you to nearly fall over. She catches you, pressing her nipples against your own. This close, it’s impossible to keep your hard cock from brushing against her thighs. She doesn’t seem to mind all that much.

You place your hands on her bare sides and, though it’s cold, feel a tinge of warmth coming from her. You position yourself accordingly, your orgasm bubbling up again with just the first slide through. You can’t pump too far, else you’ll tap against her hard abdomen. But that barely stops you. She squeezes her thighs together as you slowly get into a rhythm. Your balls tab against the back of your own thighs as you finally have control over yourself again.

It’s not long before you feel the urge to cum again, but of course, the restrictions keep you contained. Though, when she notices this, Rarity chuckles in your ear again. Her hands slink around your back, landing firmly on your asshole. She first prods it with her one finger, but she’s soon trying two. Before long, her two longest fingers are inside.

“Hm… let’s see how resilient you really are.” She uses her free hand to touch your cheek passionately. “If you make me cum first, you can go inside. How does that sound?” You slow down for a moment, then quickly steal away a kiss, like she did before all this started.

“I only cum when my mistress commands it.” Rarity smirks at you, and you you continue thrusting against her. Her thighs are nice and soft, and since she’d gave you an extensive blowjob, each thrust was met with a satisfying squelch and slap. Soon, you realize that something warm is dripping on your dick. You look at Rarity, and find her panting, red-faced, and with her eyes closed. You feel a great push from within, telling you that you were so close to making her cum.

And just as you think you’re close to cracking her open, you feel a great press from behind. She hit your G-spot. Furthermore, you could feel the silk around your balls and base loosen to nothing. You try to recover, but as soon as you tap her abdomen, like a cum button, you see creamy white dribbling from below you. You can only keep it in for a few seconds before your cum shoots deep within her thighs. You groan, watching as your loads for this week and the next are plastered all over Rarity’s thighs and dribbled down her spider legs.

“O-Oh my…” Your strength fades, and you fall completely forward onto Rarity. She herself falls back, causing your feet to finally touch the ground again. When Rarity spreads her legs again, strings of white goo make bridges between them. She runs her finger through one and feeds it to herself, humming in satisfaction afterwards. “Looks like I won this time, Anon.”

But you were already barely awake. Such a rush of dopamine had crashed you. Your eyes were carrying the weight of the world, and your body might as well be a stone in a pond. Still, though, even though you didn’t respond, Rarity knew exactly what's happened. It had happened to her dozens of times before, of course.

But something told her that this one would be the one worth keeping.

You were sure this was one of the top ten most uncomfortable ways you’ve ever woken up. Your body felt like a crumpled piece of paper, and a dull, thumping headache carried throughout your body.

Still, you get up, and look around. The room from last night looked undistributed, with a distinct lack of much dust or dirk, much less spider webs. Before you can even properly get up, you hear a knocking on the door. Without waiting for an answer, the familiar face of your uncle. peeks in from the door frame.

“Ah, there you are,” he said, pushing the door open fully. “Your mom got really worried when you didn’t come back home last night, so I thought you might have still been cleaning over here.”

“Oh… yeah.” You’re not sure if you want to tell your uncle that you had wild sex with a spider, and you’re even less sure he would believe you. So you just keep shut. “I didn’t get really far down here, though.”

“Whaddya mean?” he says. “I didn’t expect you to go crazy with it, but the place is pretty clean.” You wonder if your uncle has gone noseblind, and also regular blind, because it should still be a shitshow outside of the door.

Yet, when you take a step out, the floor is miraculously scrubbed clean. Even the stench of mold is gone, replaced with a normal stench of wet concrete instead. And you can finally breathe well. You don’t understand it fully, but apparently your job here is done.

You two make your way upstairs, finding it just as you left it. Which is a least a bit of comfort.

“Oh yeah, that room you were sleeping in?” Your uncle points a fat thumb behind him and down the stairs. “There’s actually a story about that room. A scary one they used to tell kids around here.”

“It wouldn’t have anything to do with spiders, would it?” Your uncle looks surprised.

“Oh, so you know about it already?” You shake your head. “Well, anyway, there’s this duke who builds his house for his daughter and himself, right? And every day, the Duke comes home with a different guy to try to marry his daughter, but when he stays the night, he’s not there the next morning. Turns out, his daughter’s a huge black widow spider, and she eats them while they’re sleeping!”

“Only if they don’t impress.” The familiar voice brushes against your neck, sending a tickling down your back. You whip around only to find the most beautiful girl you’ve ever laid eyes on standing before you. She’s dressed elegantly, with a familiar frilly shirt and… a pleated skirt with black leggings, and small black shoes. She laughs at your look of bewilderment. “At least, that’s how it goes in the adult telling of the story.”

“Who’s this?” asks your uncle, wary of the woman who appeared in the apparently abandoned house. Before you can answer, she does a slight curtsey.

“My name is Rarity, darling,” she says, crossing her arms over her stomach. “Formal owner of this property.”

“B-But this place was confirmed to be abandoned… I have the deed to sell and everything.” Your uncle reaches for it, but Rarity waves him off.

“Oh no, no, they must be mistaken.” She says with a dismissive chuckle. “I’ve been away for quite some time, you see. I am still very much the owner.” Your uncle frowns, but doesn’t contest it any further. “Though, your nephew was very helpful in getting the place looking better than it has in years. I’ll be sure to reward him, if you don’t mind.”

“Oh… no, sure, go ahead,” he said, dismissing her with a wave. “Saves me the trouble of doing it myself.”

“T-Tell mom and dad I’ll be around the house later…” You say to your uncle. “I guess I have… um… something in mind for what I want to do with my… reward.”

“Alright, I suppose.” He gave you a wave and was off on his way in a few moments time. You hear his car starting and driving away before Rarity chuckles.

“Such a nice man,” she says. “I expected that to be a lot harder than it was.”

“He’s… not very confrontational,” you explain. “So… um… are you not a spider anymore?”

“Oh my,” she says, lifting her skirt slightly. “You want to know what’s underneath my skirt? Such a naughty boy, Anon.”

“Um… I mean, I guess that’s a way of interpreting what I asked,” you say, with a chuckle. She reaches forward and gives you a peck on the cheek. Then cups your face with her hands.

“It’s the best way, too,” she said, slinking her fingers off of your face and slowly stepping back into the darkness of the basement. “Well? Aren’t you coming to get your reward.” You turn to the outdoors for a second, then look down into the basement.

“Yes, ma’am.”

Lamia

When you wake up, you immediately reject the notion of getting out of bed. It’s so warm, and you’re so tired. You don’t have much to do today anyway. It’s Saturday, and you have the day to yourself. So you just melt into the warmness of your bed, feeling the blanket wrap around you. Your smooth, slick, scaly blanket.

Your eyes fly open, and you look down at the thick, yellow tail that’s wrapping itself around you. You start to panic until you hear the soft, gentle, adorable snoring that let you know that, no, you are not being attacked with intent to swallow you whole. No, nothing like that. Fluttershy just got cold.

“Psst…” You squirm slightly in Fluttershy’s grasp, and by some reflex, she constricts slightly to hold you still, pinning your arms to your side. “Flutts, you’re in my bed. Again…”

Fluttershy mutters something in her sleep, using her tail to pull you in closer and wrap her arms around you. You start to panic slightly, which isn’t good for you. Lamia are predators at heart, and predators smell fear. You try your hardest to stay calm, to avoid being crushed to death by a sleeping snake, and carefully squirm down. You can’t move too much, with Fluttershy’s tail wrapped so tightly around your body, but you manage to inch down low enough that you can reach the tip of her tail. Gently, you grab it, rubbing it with your thumb.

Like magic, you feel the coils of snake tail loosen around you, giving you room to breathe. You grip her tail a little tighter, running your fingers up and down the smooth scales. Fluttershy lets out a quiet moan, still not entirely awake. Now that she’s loosened up significantly, you can push on her body, freeing yourself from her grasp.

For the most part, having a lamia roommate is uneventful. Fluttershy is a nice girl. She keeps the apartment clean, does most of the shopping, and is a pretty quiet, inoffensive person. She’s always thinking of others, going out of her way to make things easier and nicer for you.

She’s also a lamia, which means from her waist down is several feet of snake. As one can imagine, this poses several logistical concerns. She has trouble climbing stairs, required a custom built bed, and, most importantly, she requires the apartment to be a very particular temperature. That good for nothing thermostat must be on the fritz again, sending your roommate into a subconscious hunt for warmth. Your bed is a common place for her to find that warmth.

“A-Anon…” Fluttershy finally stirs, sitting up in your bed. Her long pink hair is slightly untidy, and she’s wearing a long white t-shirt, easily long enough to go down to her knees if she was a human girl. “What are you… Oh… Oh dear…”

“Yeah, you did it again,” you say, although you don’t totally mind. Fluttershy wasn’t the worst person to cuddle with. She’s a beautiful, albeit unique, girl that you’d had your eyes on for some time. She was a bit shy, no shocker, so you were taking your time.

“Oh my goodness… I’m so sorry, Anon,” Fluttershy squeals . She slithers from around you, trying to get away. “I’ll just… I’m sorry…”

“Flutts, wait.” Fluttershy pauses, giving you a nervous glance. “You can stay, if you want. I don’t want you getting cold.”

“O-oh, that’s okay.” Even though it’s not all that cold, you can tell that Fluttershy is having a rough time. She’s shuddering slightly, and she has an almost tired glaze to her eyes. As if her mind was elsewhere. “I’m… I just… Oh…”

“Come on, Fluttershy. It’s alright.” You grab her tail again, watching as a noticeable shiver runs up her long body. “Seriously, you’re gonna get sick. Stay here until I call someone to fix it.”

“O-ok… Just, please…” Fluttershy shudders, but it seemed to be from more than just cold. “Please stop squeezing my t-tail like that.”

“Oh? Ticklish, huh?” you guess, assuming that a lamia’s tail was like the soles of your feet.

“N-not… Not exactly…”

You sit there obliviously for a moment, trying to figure out what exactly that could mean. You study her expression a bit, the way her face is flushing red and her body is gently shaking, and slowly piece together the obvious. Once it clicks in your brain, you immediately let go, turning away so as to not meet Fluttershy’s gaze.

“Oh! Sorry! I didn’t know…” Now, you’re just as embarrassed as Fluttershy. Still, she slithers nearer to you, wrapping herself up in your blanket and cozying up to you to partake in your body warmth.

“It’s okay, Anon. A lot of people don’t know just how sensitive some lamia can be. Some of us would need to, uh… Excuse themself, after just that little bit of contact.” Fluttershy hides her face in the blanket, but she doesn’t stop talking. That’s good. Normally, when she gets like this, she just clams up. It’s good that she’s starting to communicate. “I’m lucky, in that way.”

“So every time I’ve ever touched your tail I’ve been, uh…” You struggle to find a way of saying it that doesn’t make you look like a creep. “Giving you the vapors?” Fluttershy giggles at you, which does a good job of lightening the mood. You still feel a bit embarrassed, but you feel like it might pass.

“Not every time. A bit of accidental contact is no big deal,” she explains to you. “But when you really grab onto it and hold it for a while, I start to get these waves of heat radiating throughout me. It makes me really want to…” Fluttershy stops herself, as if she hadn’t realized she had been speaking out loud at all. You wrap your arm around her, huddled in her blanket, and rub her shoulder.

“What’s up, Shy?” you ask her gently. “You know you can talk to me about stuff, right?” Fluttershy nods, still failing to look you in the eye. You can tell that something is bothering her, something making her more nervous than usual.

“I just… It’s hard being the only lamia around. Normally, when the males are out hunting, the females are at home defending the dens,” explains Fluttershy. “And, well… The females depend on each other to keep our hormones balanced. Without the presence of other females, I’m a lot more… Needy.”

“Oh. Well. Uh… Do you think I could help you with that?” As soon as the words leave your mouth, you regret it and quickly jump to amend. “Whoa, that’s not what I meant. I mean, like, just as a friend, is there something I could do to help! I couldn’t imagine us like that.” You immediately kick yourself again for being such a moron. “Not because I don’t think you’re attractive or anything, I think you’re very pretty and I’d be lucky to bag you. Not that—”

“Anon, I think we should have sex now.”

You freeze, unsure that you heard that correctly. You glance over to Fluttershy, noticing that she’s breathing a bit heavier than before. Judging by the way she fidgets and twitches, it seems that her tail was more sensitive than she let on.

“Wow. Um… I mean…” You don’t get much more than that out before she lunges onto you, slithering around your body and locking her lips onto yours. Her thin, forked tongue lashes at the inside of your mouth. She wraps her arms around the back of your neck, pulling you in closer. You roll over, pinning Fluttershy to the bed. You run your hands down her middle, snaking your fingers beneath her shirt and up the soft, smooth scales of her underbelly. You get to her breast, gripping them gently as you kiss her.

You feel Fluttershy’s tail slide down to your waist, tugging on your pants and pulling them down to your knees. You’re amazed at her level of dexterity, especially as she wraps the tip of her tail around your cock, stroking your length and working you to full attention. Fluttershy moans into your mouth, the feel of your cock against her tail getting her worked up all over again. Not wanting to keep her waiting, you decide it’s time to give her what she wants.

Then, you realize you have a bit of a problem.

“Wait…” You pull away from Fluttershy, leaving her gasping for breath. “Are you sure you want this?”

“I’ve always wanted this,” she breathes. “Please…”

“Okay, good, cause I didn’t want to ask this and then you decide you had second thoughts,” you say, scratching your neck sheepishly. “Like… Where do I… Uh… Stick it?”

“Oh. Oh, of course!” Fluttershy giggles a bit at you, making you feel a bit less like a total idiot. She slithers around you again, pushing your back to the bed. Now, only the last foot and a half or so of her tail was coiled around you, leaving her to sit upright on a segment of her own tail. Fluttershy pulls her shirt over her head, letting you admire her form. Her scales mostly stopped at about her hips, leaving her belly, arms, and, most importantly, breasts covered in soft, smooth, pale skin. She slides her hands down her sides, mesmerising you with her strange, serpentine beauty. Her hands stop at her hips, then slide over to beneath her belly button. She spreads the scales of her underbelly apart, prying them open to reveal the horizontal slit of her hot, dripping pussy.

“Whoa. It’s… sideways…” You say. As soon as you do, you wish you could take it back. Fluttershy shrinks down slightly, moving her hands to cover her pussy.

“S-sorry… I know, it must be weird to you,” she mutters. “I should’ve just… Sorry.”

“You don’t have anything to be sorry about, Flutts. It just took me a bit off guard, is all,” you promise her. You grab her hand in your own, squeezing it gently. “I’m sorry for saying that. It was dumb of me.”

“Y-you… You don’t mind?” she sniffles, making your heart ache. This girl was honestly the cutest women you’ve ever met, snake or otherwise.

“Of course I don’t mind,” you say. You give her a smirk. “Wanna see just how much I don’t mind?”

She looks away, blushing, but nods eagerly. You gently turn Fluttershy onto her back, grabbing your cock in your hand. You rub your length along her underbelly, feeling how the soft scales slot into each other, like shingles. It takes a bit of searching, but you find her hidden slit (the cloaca, if your memories of high school biology serve you well). When you find it, the wet warmth of her lower lips invite you in. Slowly, you ease your way in, taking it slow so that Fluttershy could get comfortable with you.

Fluttershy lets out a moan as you enter her, her hands wandering to your shoulders where she holds you tight. Despite her being cold blooded, being this close to Fluttershy fills you with a calm, loving warmth. Maybe it’s because you’ve known each other so well, or maybe it’s because you can see the pleasure on her features, but it ultimately doesn’t matter. All that matters is the moment, and making sure you both enjoy it.

You start your rhythm of thrusts slow and gentle, grinning at Fluttershy’s soft, gentle, almost breathless moans. The girl is so pure and innocent, even in the bedroom, that it’s hard not to smile. Soon, you feel her tail tighten around your waist, pulling you in closer, which you take as your cue to pick up the pace. You quicken your thrusts, and Fluttershy pulls you in even closer. By some sort of instinct, she clamps her mouth down onto your neck, nibbling gently on you. No stranger to a bit of gnawing yourself, you return the favor, giving her a quick nip on the ear as you fuck her. You can feel her trembling against you, her whole body tensing. She’s almost at the edge, and you both know it.

One last time, Fluttershy turns you over onto your back, laying with her chest to yours. She latches her lips onto yours again, your tongues clashing and breath mingling. Now that she’s on top, she has more control over the situation, something you never would’ve expected from a meek, shy girl like Fluttershy.

She owns the role, though, bouncing her hips up and down and forcing more and more of your cock into her. She wriggles and grinds, riding you for all you’re worth, to the point where you forget which one of you is supposed to be helping who. You imagine it’s something to do with her lamia instincts. They’re predators, after all, and it would make sense to you if Fluttershy had some intrinsic desire to pounce onto her “prey”.

“A-Anon…” she breathes, coming up from your kiss for a much needed breath. “Oh god… I’m almost…”

“It’s okay, Flutts. Just let me handle the rest, okay?” you say. She nods meekly, accepting your lips with her own and melting into your kiss. You grab two handfuls of her ass, covered in tougher, harder scales, and held on tight as you rocket your hips forward, finally going as fast as rough as you wanted. Her tail wraps around you tighter, holding you as if afraid of you slipping away. Luckily for her, you have no intention of going anywhere.

Fluttershy lets out a squeal, her entire body tensing around your cock as she came. Her pussy clamps down on your cock, the velvety tightness too much to resist; you grip her hips tightly and give one last, deep thrust before you feel your cock shoot off hot load after hot load into Fluttershy. As her orgasm fades into her afterglow, you can feel the coils of tail around your body loosening. Fluttershy goes limp, collapsing onto you while you both catch your breath.

“That was… Wow. I needed that,” she panted. “T-thank you.”

“Well, it wasn’t exactly a chore for me,” you say with a grin. “This is one way to stay warm, I guess.”

“We should go clean up.” Fluttershy rises shakily, turning to slither off of your bed when you grab her by the wrist. You pull her close, kissing her again. At first, she seems a bit surprised, but relaxes and melts into your arms.

“Or…” you say softly. “We can stay in bed where it’s nice and warm.”

Fluttershy blushes a bit, that sweet, adorable girl still shining through, even after having sex. She doesn’t hesitate long before she slinks back to you, wrapping around your torso and nuzzling against your neck.

“That sounds perfect.”

Ogre

In the most respectful way possible, you had nothing but hate for the great big outdoors.

It was a combination of factors, really. The existence of spiders was a big one, surely. There was really never a good reason to connect with nature as a kid, either, since you could learn everything and more just by watching a few cartoons and browsing the internet. So far, in all 18 years of life, you had exactly zero good experiences out and about in nature.

Yet, you almost blindly accepted this trip to go hiking in the mountains. Brilliant.

You couldn’t be faulted completely for your hasty decision making, though. Anyone would hear In-laws were over and see hanging out with friends as an oh-so convenient out. You just wished you had the wisdom to ask what was being done before agreeing to spend 2 days in the mountains, doing nothing but walking and “oohing and aahing” at random passerby animals and plants. At least, that what hiking looked like on TV.

But, even if your in-laws agreed to come on the trip and bring your annoying snot-nosed half brother along, it would’ve paled in comparison to stumbling through the woods, lost in the first hour of travel.

“G-Guys?” The chatter you’d normally hear with a group of friends became eerily quiet for a few moments. While you were too busy wondering if you could somehow jerryrig your phone to catch some sort of signal, the rest of the group had found some other pile of feces to entertain them, you were sure. “Well, shit. Nothing a bit of searching can’t fix.”

Trudging through the undergrowth alone was even more of an experience. At least before you could listen to your friends chopping it up, and having a good time, but now the sounds of the mountains were ever so ambient. If the fear of a wild animal jumping out of the bushes to bite you wasn’t looming over your head, you would have appreciated the noises of the surrounding area.

At least you didn’t have to worry about food, since you were stuck with the rations for the whole trip. Combined that with the fact that you hadn’t eaten as you rushed out of the house a few hours ago, and you found yourself pulling the large bag with all the food in it over your shoulder and onto the ground in front of you. The others might’ve wanted that turkey sandwich, but it’s tough titties for them for leaving you alone.

You take a seat under a tree. The fading sunlight is unable to reach you here, so it’s a bit dark. Still, though, you take a seat and bite into the sandwich. It only takes a few bites to scarf it down, so you finish still feeling a bit hungry. The others probably won’t find you for a while, and it’s not like they can’t leave the forest and get some more later. So, you reach for another sandwich.

But there gone.

You frown, wondering if you misplaced the large knapsack by accident. Once you figured you couldn’t be that absentminded, you shot up, frantically looking all around you. The food missing wasn’t really the problem.

It was what snatched it that caused problems.

“I wouldn’t say I snatched it, really. Just borrowed indefinitely.” The voice of a woman sprouted up sharply behind you, startling you for a bit. When you turned, you were met with a surprising dose of midriff. You had to tilt your head upwards before you could see the woman’s face. “I’ll make sure I pay you back, I promise!”

“I, uh… wow,” you stuttered out. “You’re… really tall.”

And tall she was. A few feet taller than you, and you were pushing 6’. Surprisingly, though, her height was the least interesting thing about her. Her hair looked more like an unruly den of pink curls than anything else. A curved horn pushed out from the front, which looked quite sharp. But, even this didn’t distract you from the fact that she was practically bursting out of her top. If you could call the rags she wore over her breasts a top.

“Really?” she asked, raising her eyebrow. “I just think you’re reeeally short!”

“W-Well, I guess…” You were all up for conversing with half naked tall chicks, but you swallowed your libido and spoke actual sentences. “So, who… what the hell are you?” She smiled and struck a superman pose.

“Just your friendly neighborhood orge, Pinkie Pie!” She said it with such confidence, your own started to plummet. “I wandered out of my camp, looking for a guy, but realized I hadn’t eaten all day. Then I saw that you had some sandwiches just lying around, so I kinda helped myself.” She reached behind her (swaying her absolutely fantastic rack around as she did so) and handed you the empty bag you’d been carrying.

“I’m Anon…” you say meekly as you accept the bookbag. It’s completely barren. You sigh, putting it on anyways. “But… damn I looked away for a second.”

“Oh, don’t worry, I’ll pay you back.” You would’ve asked how she planned on doing that if she hadn’t grabbed your shoulder and pushed you down. “It’ll be a Pinkie Promise!”

“What the bitch?” you exclaim as you’re pinned to the ground. You try to push back against her but even with just one hand, she’s impossibly strong. “Uh, Pinkie, w-what are you doing?”

“Didn’t I tell you earlier?” she said, seemingly as confused as you aIre. “I’m looking for a guy. I’m kinda horny right now.” Then she chuckles to herself. “Heh. Horny, get it?” She taps her horn.

Speaking of horns, the one in your pants is starting to rise, and Pinkie is keen enough to notice. She licks her lips, using her free hand to pull your pants down and off like they were loose fitting. It was a weird feeling, being handled like this, but your cock didn't seem to mind, poking up in the air like a rocket ready for blast off.

“Ooh, nice one,” she said, grasping the shaft. Though her strength was off the charts, she at least handled you lightly. She gently massaged you, going from base to tip in short quick bursts since her hands we'd so big. Her palms were rough, but not at all unpleasant.

“Could you let me free?” you asked, struggling against her hands once more. “It's not like I'm going anywhere.”

“Sure! But...” she trailed off, but cheerfully released your hands. With dexterity you weren't sure she should possess, she hopped on top of you, pinning you in a way more enjoyable way. She playfully wiggled her ass in your face. “You gotta put ‘em here!” Not looking to argue, you quickly stripped her of her bottom, and saw what was underneath.

Her pussy was already dribbling, running down her inner thighs slightly. You massaged them first, feeling how soft and thick they were. Not wanting to waste too much time, you use a hand to pull apart her lips, revealing a bright pink underneath that made your dick even harder. You could only admire it for so long before you had to dive in for yourself.

From your position, your movement was hindered, but you were still able to use the full length of your arm. Two fingers seems fine, but three elicits a soft moan from Pinkie. She stops for a second as your fingers squish against her sides, but quickly counters back by drizzling hot saliva onto your tip before swallowing the whole thing in one go. Her hand goes back to jerking you off, but the other one cups your sack, fondling your balls and squeezing them together.

You quickly move to using your tongue, first lapping up the cum quickly flowing from her cunt, then to the inner folds themselves. Somehow, it all tasted sweet, like a cotton candy, which turned you on even more. Every lap seemed to make her body shake, which was noticeable when she was sitting on your chest. You combined your tongue with your fingers, seemingly working magic on the giantess.

She popped your dick out of her mouth, her breaths labored and heavy. Her shaking was worse than ever, and her breathing was becoming a quiet whine.

“Nonny…” Her whine became a wince, and her body shook violently. Suddenly, a spurt of cum slathered your tongue and slid down your throat. You pulled back a bit, but kept your mouth open to catch the other volleys as they squirted out of her. Her cum was pretty viscous, but that didn’t seem to phase you. After your mouth was filled with her oddly sweet cum, she lifted herself off of you, giving you air you didn’t know you were missing, and letting the last few strings of cum around your mouth disconnect from her pussy.

“S-Sorry about that, Nonny,” she said adding an innocent chuckle. You gave your neck a rest, and looking into the now darkened sky. “I was pent up, but I didn’t know it was that bad. Heheh.”

“Fuck, that was a lot…” You lean upwards, pressing your back up against a tree as you catch your breath. You look down, watching your still hardened dick drip with the ogre’s saliva. Pinkie herself is still shaking a bit, slowly regaining her posture. Before she can, though, you stand, and flip her onto her back. Then, you sit on her stomach like she did your chest. The bit of cloth she has over her chest is easily dispatched, and her large, supple breasts are freed to slump to the sides.

“Heheh. What are we gonna do on the ground, Anon?” She presses her breasts together with her hands, their mass almost coming up to your stomach. Your dick slides between them easily, their softness and warmness almost pulling an orgasm out of you immediately. Your hands rest on top of her breasts, a thumb on each nipple.

Your pumps are long and slow at first, but you can’t help but speed up, Her breasts bounce back and forth, sometimes slapping against your chest, as you fuck her. You press down hard on her, flattening out her breasts, but squeezing your dick tighter between them.

“Oh gosh… Anon,” Pinkie’s breath becomes even more labored. Her body begins to quiver again. “It’s getting kinda close… I can feel it.”

“You’re cumming again?” you say, slowing down a bit. “Then you must be really—”

Pinkie lets out a weak cry, then moans as her body does another violent shake. You’re forced to stop completely as a spurt of milk jets up from a nipple you’ve covered with your thumb. The other nipple starts spray as well, covering your face and shirt with sweet, tasty breast milk. You release her, letting them bounce back up and rest to her sides.

“Pinkie?” Her eyes are barely open, and she’s breathing heavily. “You alright? You look out of it.” You feel her arms wrap around your back, pulling you down and pressing your body against hers. Her lips lock with yours for a moment before she brings you in deeper, locking tongues with you. It’s a bit of a shocker, considering just a few moments ago, she seemed playful, but now, after letting you go, she looked a lot sexier than before.

“Anon.” Her voice was different, too. Deeper, and more serious. She glanced down, presumably feeling how hard your dick was against her sopping cunt. “You haven’t cum yet.”

“I’m very resistant,” you respond, jokingly. She doesn’t seem to be too keen on it, though, as she flips you over, pressing your back against the ground.

Without warning, she pressed down on you, her breasts still spilling quite a bit of milk. Your dick poked against her clit, but Pinkie didn’t seem like she wanted you there. She readjusted a bit, moving up further towards you, then pressed down. Your dick instead poked against her ass, and, with a bit of resistance, slipped in.

With just the tip inside, you could feel yourself reaching a climax. You weren’t sure if it was because you’d been blue balled for the past twenty minutes, or if her ass was just that good, but somehow, you manage to push through it and sink your entire shaft into her. It’s really warm, and considering your cock has been wet in all different types of ways, it’s quite slippery. Before you even think about acting on your own, Pinkie lifts and jams her hips into you with a enough force to knock the wind out of you.

And she continues doing this. Every second that passed, she jammed into the ground with the strength of a jackhammer. While your body wasn’t exactly sure what it should be feeling right now, your cock was living it up. With every thrust, it seemed to stretch and pull Pinkie’s tight ass. Still, this was your moment to shine. And you were gonna take it.

When Pinkie pulled up, you mustered the rest of your strength and flipped her over. She was flustered for a moment, but you planted a kiss on her lips, positioned yourself over Pinkie’s pussy, then pushed in. Pinkie gasped, but you stole another kiss from her. You pump her, matching her heartbeat to the sound of your dick squelching her insides.

You can feel it getting close, now. Pinkie’s face was flushed red, and you’d gotten used to her cries of pleasure. Her breasts were not completely wet with breast milk, and they pressed against your midsection, sticking to your shirt. There was a bit of silence as your ears flooded with ringing as you glanced up for a split second to reveal that your friends had walked into the clearing.

So, you had two options. You could, somehow, explain to your friends how you found an ogre in the forest, who proceeded to eat all the rations for the trip, but pay you back in some wild sex, but you blueballed yourself out of cumming multiple times… Or you could bust the fattest nut of your life in front of your friends, most likely ruining your friendship with some of them, and making everything awkward between the ones who stayed.

You gritted your teeth and slammed in full force, feeling the beginning of your cum drool out of your groaning cock. The cum splashed against her womb, washing in with her cum as it pooled in her cunt. Quickly, it overflowed, with both of your orgasm and hers splashing against your lower stomach. Pinkie pulls you in for one last kiss as both you and her empty reserves all over the forest floor, in front of your horrified friends.

You break from Pinkie, and pull your finally satisfied dick out of her with a loud schlick. You fall back, looking at your assortment of friends as they unanimously stare at your dick as it’s slowly sinks to a resting position. You realize you should probably say something to break the tension in the air, and decide on something appropriate.

“The outdoors is fucking awesome, dude.”

Zombie

Teenagers are idiots.

Cocky, arrogant, self-centered little pricks who think they know everything and are about 90 percent sure that they're immortal. They do stupid shit all the time to prove to each other that they're the cockiest, most arrogant of all the pricks in the group. They take on stupid dares, like challenging each other to trespass in a graveyard to snap a selfie with a gravestone.

You're an expert in teenage stupidity, because you're one of them, and you're doing that exact stupid dare.

You're not sure how it got to this point. You and your friends were just supposed to stroll past it. It was Halloween, after all. Time for spooky stuff like a midnight graveyard visit. But then, someone said you should go inside and, despite that being a terrible idea, you all agreed. Then, someone else said you should go up to a gravestone and, despite that being a terrible idea, you all agreed. Then, someone dared someone to venture to the deepest, darkest, clearly most haunted grave and snap a photo with it and, despite that being a terrible idea, you agreed.

So, you realize you actually do know how it got to this point. It's because you're an idiot and so are your friends.

“Okay, okay, just walk in, take the pic, and get the fuck out,” you say to yourself, strolling through the dark, creepy, genuinely terrifying graveyard. You take care not to step on any plots, lest you invoke the wrath of some sort of ghost or something. You try to calm your breathing as you move through the cemetery, going deeper and deeper until you reach your destination.

The tombstone is very plain, with no visible name or epitaph. Just a birth year and a death year. Quick math lets you know that whoever is buried there was 18 years old when they died. The same age as you. A chill runs up your spine, the tiny coincidence piling onto the tower of superstition and anxiety that just being in the cemetery gave you. You hurry up and pull your phone out of your pocket, your shaking, trembling hands making it difficult for you to maneuver through your apps and to your camera. Finally, you get it up, hold your phone at a decent angle, then give the most confident, comfortable smile you can manage.

You realize that it looks like bullshit, so you settle on a scowl and a middle finger before snapping the picture.

“Alright, then. That wasn’t too bad,” you say, checking the picture. That should satisfy your douchebag friends for now. “Let’s get the fuck outta here.”

Before you can take a step to leave, you hear a deep, monstrous, guttural growl float from behind you. You freeze, like a deer in headlights, turning to face the grave against your better judgement. The headstone was trembling slightly, the earth of the plot cracking and breaking from some unseen force.

“What the… FUCK!”

A hand shoots through the earth, wrapping its thin, bony fingers around your ankle and holding you in place. You scream as another arm emerged, pushing off of the ground and boosting themself up. A head follows, then a torso, and, finally legs, of a woman. Her denim shorts are old and tattered, eaten at by worms and the like. Her top is a dingy, dirty tanktop with a lightning bolt over the chest, coming down just a bit past her small, perky breasts and exposing her midriff.

“Calm down there, dude,” she says, using her gray, nearing skeletal fingers to straighten her short, wild, rainbow hair. “I need a favor.”

“What the fuck?! You’re d-d-dead!” You can barely process what it is you’re looking at. This girl is definitely a corpse. Her skin is decaying, peeling to reveal some of the flesh and bone in her arm, and there’s a nasty gnash on her throat. Her eyes are glassy and cloudy, a faint magenta color. The girl scratches her head, stretching her arms above her head and letting out a lazy yawn.

“Yeah, no shit,” she says. “Very perceptive of you. Thought I might need to be a bit more obvious. Give you one of these.” The girl jumps to her feet, stretching her arms before her and slowly lurching forward. “Braaaaaains…”

“O-okay, yeah, I guess, when you—”

“Braaaaains…”

“Look, I know I’m an idiot, you don’t have to—”

“Braaaains…”

“Alright, dickhead, I get it. You’re a zombie, I’m a dumbass, can we hurry this along?” you say, finally more annoyed than you are scared. “This place is creepy as shit, and I don’t wanna be here any longer than I have to.”

“Yeah, me neither,” she says. “Which is why I need the favor. Name’s Rainbow, by the way. Rainbow Dash.” She offers her hand to shake, which you peer at suspiciously.

“Anon…” you say cautiously, as you slowly reach forward to shake her hand. “Nice to meet you…”

“Ditto, even if you have a dumbass name. Anyway, I need a favor, and it’s gonna be weird,” Rainbow says. “So don’t be weird about it.”

“Sure…?” You withdraw your hand, inadvertently pulling Rainbow’s with it. The arm pulls away from Rainbow’s body with a faint crack, leaving you holding her severed limb. You look down at the appendage before letting out a yelp and tossing it back to her. “AH!”

“Yeah, well, now that you pulled my arm off, you owe me for sure, so…” Rainbow lets out a sigh. “I need to suck your cock.”

“Uh…” You look her up and down, making sure she wasn’t going to kill you. “Sure?”

“Really? That’s it? You don’t wanna know why I’m not only giving out BJs, but I need to give you one?” Rainbow asks. “You’re not weirded out by the fact that a zombie is trying to get you to smash?”

“Well, like, I’m mainly scared that you’re gonna try to eat my brain if I don’t do what you ask,” you admit. “But, yeah, I am curious. Why?”

“Well, basically, a bad break up.” Rainbow plops onto the floor, pulling her shirt over the top of her head and exposing her pert, beautiful tits. She tosses the shirt to you, which you catch easily despite the distraction. “Hey, mind tying my arm back on? Since you ripped the thing off in the first place? I’ll tell you the story while you work.”

“Ok…” You slowly, cautiously take a seat next to a literal zombie and tear the shirt down the middle to effectively double its length. “So, you’re dead and you need to suck a dick. Let’s talk about that.”

“Alright, so I was dating this dude, Zephyr. My best friend’s brother, so you can guess how well that goes.” She tosses you her severed arm, and you hold it to her stump while you begin tying it. “I wasn’t super into him, but I did it as a favor to my friend. Said she needed someone to get him out of the house, and he was flirting with me anyway. Figured I’d tease him for a few weeks and not put out, then he’d get tired of me and fuck one of my friends so I could dump him.”

“I’m guessing that didn’t happen,” you remark. Rainbow rolls her eyes in a very creepy way; her eyeballs literally tumble and roll in her skull, like there was nothing holding them in place.

“No shit, it didn’t happen. What did happen, though, is that he got obsessed with trying to fuck me. I told him to kick rocks, dumped him when he started getting creepy, and… He slit my throat.” Using her good hand, Rainbow spreads open the slit in her throat, exposing the gaping, scarred hole that Zephyr had left her with. “Apparently, the fucker was some sort of necromancer, and he managed to bring me back from the dead. Said that I’d come back to life for good once someone came down my throat, and he was gonna do it.”

“And?” You finish tying Rainbow’s arm into place, actually finding yourself pretty interested in this story. You hadn’t been a believer of magic or anything of the sort, but when a zombie wakes up and starts talking to you, you find you’re willing to believe a lot more than you used to.

“Well, fuck that, I killed him,” says Rainbow with a laugh. “Screamed like a girl the whole time, it was great. Anyway, that was a few years ago, and no one has bothered to come by since, so…” She rotates her shoulder to test the strength of your knot, and gets up. “Yeah, I need to blow you so I can go home.”

Without warning, she leaps onto you, pinning your arms above your head as she plants her lips to yours. Her tongue is dry, stiff, but not necessarily unpleasant. It’s just weird, a unique experience that you never thought you’d enjoy. But, dead or not, there’s no denying that Rainbow is hot, and you definitely would’ve tried hitting on her had you met her while alive.

She’s in no mood for flirting, it seems, because she immediately gets to work on pulling your jeans down. She brings your hands to her chest, encouraging you to grope and feel at her. Never needing much of a reason to touch boobs, you happily comply and find that her tits are a bit firmer than you would expect. Part of being dead, you guess. It seems that shacking up with a corpse, albeit reanimated in nature, was generally a unique experience, and you wonder just how unique it can get.

You roll over, pinning Rainbow to the ground much like she had to you. She raises an eyebrow at you at first, but soon smirks when she feels your cock against her lower lips. You decide to save that for later. Maybe if you’re lucky, you’ll get to fuck her for real later. You tease her with your length for a bit before shimmying up her body. You don’t stop until your cock is between her tits, and she can almost lick your tips if she really tried.

“Open your mouth,” you say. Rainbow smirks a bit more at you before complying. She expects you to insert your dick, a reasonable assumption, so you really throw her for a loop when you spit a great gob of saliva into her mouth.

“Ew. What the fuck?” Dash asks, annoyed.

“Your mouth is pretty dry. I need to lube you up a bit,” you explain with a shrug.

“We could’ve kept making out, asshole.” You chuckle before gripping your dick and tapping it firmly against Rainbow’s pursed lips. With another creepy roll of the eyes, she opens her mouth to accept your cock.

“But that’s no fun,” you say as you slowly work your cock in and out of her cold, dead mouth. It’s a strange experience, but whatever Dash lacks in traditionalism, she more than makes up for with pure blowjob skill. She makes use of every bit of spit you loaned her, slobbering up and down your length. As you feel her attempt to take you into her throat, you get an idea. Slowly, you pull your cock free, letting Rainbow take what should be a wholly unnecessary breath.

“Yeah, don’t try going too deep,” warned Rainbow. “I’ve never been great at deepthroating, and I’m pretty sure the last thing you want is for a corpse to puke on your cock. It’s pretty gross, to be—”

Rainbow definitely had more to say, but you interrupt her by thrusting your cock into the wound in her neck. She coughs and chokes a bit as you literally fuck her throat, the tightness of her dead throat absolutely fantastic. Rainbow tries to argue with you, but can’t manage more than a dry gurgling on your length. You thrust your full length into Rainbow’s throat, watching with fascination as the tip of your cock poked out past Rainbow’s lips. Rainbow’s attempts at protesting just add to tightness, the convulsions of her throat working your dick in a way no living woman ever could.

You grab her around the throat, squeezing tightly. You can feel your cock in her, the extra tightness from your hands adding a level of pleasure you wouldn’t be able to reach without hurting a regular girl. You figure it’s probably not possible to strangle a zombie, so you grip Rainbow’s throat tighter, pound her throat harder, relishing in the way Rainbow feels. The way her body just sits there and takes it is incredible, and you know you don’t have much left in you.

You squeeze her throat a bit tighter around your cock and groan as you cum, shooting strings of cum out of Rainbow’s mouth and onto her face. You paint her with your seed, from her nose to her forehead to her hair. You sigh in contentment before pulling out of Rainbow’s throat, watching her take in another deep breath that you’re pretty sure she doesn’t need.

“You got cum in my hair, dickwad,” she coughs, running her fingers through her locks in an attempt to rid them of your goo. “The fuck was that about?”

“Thought it’d be interesting to fuck a chick’s throat from the other side,” you said with a shrug. “I’ll never get the chance again, figured I’d give it a try.”

“You’re an asshole, you know?”

“Takes one to know one.” She chuckles at you, succeeding in getting most of your cum out of her hair and onto her fingers, which she licks clean.

“So, what the hell were you doing out here anyway?” she asks you. You explain the situation, how your dickhead friends gave you this stupid dare, how they probably think you pussied out cause of how long you took.

“Yeah, they’ll probably call me a liar when I tell them what actually happened,” you say. Rainbow smirks at you, reaching into your pocket and swiping your phone. Before you can ask her what she’s doing, she shoves you onto your back, turning your phone to record. She holds the phone in front of her, making sure the camera caught her running her tongue up your cock, slurping up a dribble of cum that remained.

“I don’t see any of you pussies in here,” she says to the camera. “Looks like Anon has more balls than any of you.” She shows the camera her favorite finger before ending the recording and tossing it on your lap. “There. Now you have something to remember me by, too. Unless you wanna, I dunno, fuck in this cemetery tomorrow night?”

You look at her curiously for a bit before shrugging your shoulders. Not too long earlier, you were spooked stiff by the very idea of being in a cemetery. Now, you were stiff for a whole other reason.

“Sure, I’m game.”

Ghost

At a job interview, you could say that even under the most dire circumstances, you stuck with what you felt was right. Because now, on Halloween night, you were about to commit an act of national blasphemy. A treacherous act so vile and unforgivable that even the most hardened criminals of the gulags of Russia would tremble in fear before you.

The path was laden with fall leaves, discarded from the dying trees. You’d been travelling this path for a good few minutes now, hoping to finally stumble across your target deep amidst the trees that Google Maps said was there. And lo and behold, it was. Decrepit and overgrown, but still standing, was the Apple Family barnhouse.

Upon seeing it in the distance you quickly rush over to it. The vines and grasses growing out of it crunch under your boots when you approach it. The paint coating on the barn has faded, leaving a ruddy color instead of a bright red one. The air around it smells faintly of your goal, so you roll up your sleeves, despite the cold, and push open the door.

“Huh,” you mumble. “This place looks… oddly clean.” And clean it was. There was no dust, no spider webs, or any kind of mess about. Everything looked like it was never abandoned. “Well, whatever. Zap Apples aren’t gonna find themselves.”

And therein lies the betrayal. You were off to Sweet Apple Acres to get yourself something different for Halloween. You’d been alive for a good 18 Halloweens, and participated in at least 14. But never have you ever thought of eating apples on this sacred candy holiday.

But it was worth it. You’ve heard rumors that these special rainbow apples were absolute desirables in the past. So much so that the family who sold them made absolute bank every time the season came around. The money wasn’t really the point, though. You just wanted to know what a fucking rainbow apple could taste like.

You were kind of wary, though, seeing as you’d technically be stealing. But you’d also heard that the Apple Family that used to live here allowed random passerby to come and pick apples for themselves. You were sure that if you could somehow talk to them, they’d be fine with a couple of apples going missing.

“Alright, the house is clean,” you say, treading back down the stairs after picking through everything. You couldn’t find any Zap Apples here, but that was kinda to be expected. If there were going to be any still around, they were probably gonna be in their cellar. You didn’t want to go delving into a dark cellar at this time of night, but if you didn’t it would make the whole trip over a waste. So, you steeled yourself and left the house once more.

The cellar was just to the left of the door, and just like the house, looked mostly old and rusted. The doors were made of wood, and were unlocked, thankfully, so it was just a matter of pulling it open and walking down there.

The space was about as narrow as you were for a few seconds as you walked in. The place smelled of wet concrete and, of course, apples, and was really dark. Before long, the narrow walls widened into a bigger area. It was still just as dark, but you manage to fumble around enough on the wall to find a lightswitch. You flick it on and the place bursts into a magnificent golden light.

The lightbulb for the place is bright, and near the middle, but near it are bottles of sparkling apple cider, casting the light gold all over the cellar. These bottles lined the walls on shelves, most of them still full. You couldn’t help but gasp at the amount of it all.

“How could no one have taken these by now?” You say to yourself, running a finger across the bottles and listening to the soft clinking of the glass. You pull one off the shelves and read the date. “50 years ago… today?”

“There ain’t no value in that bottle, sugar.” Before the voice even finishes the sentence, you whip around, your eyes looking all around for the person speaking. Instead, you find the same cellar you stumbled into before. The entrance is still open, and there’s no room for even a midget to hide. “Well, unless ya like drinkin’ pure syrup, which is a whole ‘nother problem.”

“Uh… hello?” you say to apparently no one. The voice doesn’t answer back. You rub your temples, wondering if you’re having an advanced hallucination from the drugs you don’t remember taking, then try to put the bottle back on the shelf.

But the bottle slips out of your hand. Not because you dropped it, though. It felt like someone took it from you. You back up to the other shelf, wildly searching for the culprit. You’re all about ready to bolt out of this place before you spot a lone apple sitting atop a pile spilling out of an open crate. Unlike the apples below it, this one was stripped with all seven colors of the rainbow, and sparkles under the golden light.

But before you can even think about running for it, you see something else. The bottle that was taken from you harmlessly floats in the air, then lifts up and pops itself open.

“One’r two years, maybe, but this stuff’s gone.” The voice returns, recorking the cider and slipping it on the shelf. Your grip on reality is slowly slipping, and you wonder if you’re not still in bed, still thinking about heading out here later tonight. Next time, go in the morning. “Ya been staring at me a long while. Somethin’ wrong?”

“W-Who’s talking to me?” You say, looking around the room, then back to the spot the voice is coming from. “I, uh… I can’t see you.”

“Oh. Ah damn near forgot,” said the voice. Slowly, but surely, an outline faded in. A woman, wearing a tied up flannel shirt and jeans came into view. After her long, dirty blond hair fell to her back, a large brown stetson slipped onto her head, which she grabbed and and tipped. “Name’s Applejack, or AJ fer short. Ah’m a ghost now, ah guess. Never really got used to that.”

“You’re a ghost…” you say, eyeing the woman before you. She seems genuine, considering her intro came with a fade in. “I… huh. I didn’t think those existed.”

“You an’ me both, partner,” she said. “Anyway, ya got a name, or should ah keep callin’ ya intruder?”

“Anon,” you say, standing tall. Now that you have someone to talk to, you can calmly explain yourself and get the apple before being on your way. “Listen, I didn’t want to—” You’d continue if AJ didn’t burst out laughing. “...What?”

“Ah haven’t heard a sillier name since the girls started callin’ mah brother Big Mac,” she said, wiping her tears away. Your not so jovial.

“Well, I mean... it’s better than Applejack.”

“At least ah can cut it short, pumpkin. What, do they call ya Non back home?” You press your lips together, almost letting it go that actually “Anon” was a nickname for Anonymous.

“Anyway…” you say, adjusting yourself again. “I’m not here to steal the cider or anything. I just wanted an apple. That one, to be precise.” You point a finger at the apple, and even the delirious Applejack notices it.

“Oh, ya mean that Zap Apple?” You’re still a bit annoyed when you see her still laughing, but a chill goes up your body when her body turns to mist and she appears next to the apple in a second. She reaches for it, and you expect her to pass right through, but she grabs it like normal. “Sorry, partner. That’s a no.”

“W-Why not?”

“Well, we don’t get many visitors ‘round anymore, and when they found out the farm was gonna be abandoned, they came and took all the zap apples we had left.” She flipped the one in her hand. “Except this one, and the one buried with me.”

“Whatever did happen to you?” Her face flashes bright red before she hides it away with a frown.

“Well… ah er... “ she lowered the apple to her side. “‘Member how ah told ya ah didn’t believe ghost existed?”

“Yeah…” You nod, and she continues.

“Well, ah was talkin’ with mah sister on a rainy day, and we were arguin’ about ghosts.” She pauses for a bit, then crosses her arms and pushes out her chest. “And ah say ‘If ghosts exist, let god strike me down where ah stand’!”

“Oh…” you snicker, but manage to keep it contained for a whole four seconds. Your laughing carries you to the ground, and you almost die yourself. All the while, Applejack’s face is apple red, and she’s grinding her teeth. “Wait, s-so, you still have clothes and such...”

“Sure do,” she said, clearly annoyed with you.

“So, did like, your hat die, too?” She raises an eyebrow. “I-is there a clothes heaven?” While you’re cracking up, she sighs then puts her arms on her hips.

“Yeah, well, when ah died, my granny went right after.” With those words, your laughter immediately turns to silence, and you can’t help but feel like shit. “Mah brother stayed on the farm for a while, but he got too old to take care of it hisself, so he moved on. Only one that still comes ‘round here is lil’ Applebloom, though she’s got her own family to deal wit’ now.”

“S-Sorry for laughing at you,” you offer meekly. Applejack, however, simply puts her hands on her hips and grins.

“I ain’t blamin’ ya, sugarcube. Ya didn't know,” she says with a big grin. “But even though ya know mah past, ah ain’t givin’ up the apple.”

“There’s got to be something you want more, right?” you say, gesturing to that apple. “Something you can’t get now that you’re… like this.” Applejack hums for a bit, pulling the tip of her hat down over her face.

“Ya know, yer right,” she said. “Bein’ stuck all alone on a farm does get mighty lonely.” She flipped her hat up, this time, with a much more sinister smile on her face. “It’s been a while since I got a good fuck.”

“Um…?” You stare at the ghost, questions stacking on top of each other in your mind. “I beg your pardon?”

“Ah’m one of them ghosts that feels what happens tah me,” she explains, though you could’ve guessed based on how she was touching things around her. “So, if ya want the apple, yer gonna have to show me a good time, first.”

“... I beg your par—” She slips into a mist like before, this time coming straight at you. You can’t dodge it, and you don’t even think about how this won’t help, but you pull your arms over your body. You feel her pass through you, a single chill running slowly up your body. For some reason, though, your dick, formerly on standby for sex, is raring to go, drumming up against your pants.

Or it would be if you hadn’t been stripped clean. Your cock was standing at attention, ready for action. It’s pretty uncomfortable sitting on the cold ground, and you would’ve gotten back up if your body didn’t freeze.

“You stay right there, sugarcube,” says the voice of AJ from somewhere behind you. You can’t turn and see where she is, but you don’t need to. Her head sticks out from the floor, coming from your back and poking through your body until her mouth is near the back of your shaft. You wonder what she’s doing before she opens her mouth and runs it up your shaft to the tip. She wraps her lips around the whole thing, then pulls back. You can’t see anything on there, but the wet slick feeling of saliva covered your entire shaft. Combined with the slow buzzing of her body cutting through yours, you can be sure that this is a pretty unique experience

She begins her work, running her mouth up and down your shaft like she’s giving a reversed blowjob. The wetness and tightness of her throat from the base outward was just divine, and your cock agreed. Twitching every few seconds AJ kept herself latched onto you.

“Holy shit…” you huff. “Goddamn… I’m gonna cum soon.” Suddenly, she pulled back, leaving your body completely. You feel that chill again, and AJ’s ghost body blast through your physical one, reappearing quickly to press her pussy up against your shaft. Unluckily, you couldn’t keep yourself contained. Even though she’d moved on, your cock still buzzed and shook, and you couldn’t help but splatter hot and sticky cum onto her butt and lips. You were surprised that it actually seemed to stick on her, slowly dribbling down the curve of her ass like it should.

“What, that’s it?” she said shaking her head in disappointment. “That ain’t right, Anon. Ya can’t leave a gal hangin’ like this!” Your body becomes loose again, but your arms are weak, and you drop onto your back. AJ wastes no time turning around and slamming her hips into yours, pushing the shaft of your dick up against her stomach. She smirks, pushes her hat down over her face, then slides her pussy lips over your shaft. Despite her being a ghost, you can feel the warmth of her thighs against yours, and her cunt juice is dripping from her steadily wetting your dick again.

But she wasn’t keen on foreplay this time. She got off of you for a moment, letting your cock bounce up, then she eased herself down. You could tell this wasn’t her first rodeo by the way she took your cock. Her pussy lips pressed against you when she was done, and it was faint, but you swore you could see yourself inside of her.

AJ wasn’t trying to waste any time. As soon as she got herself comfortable, she pulled up and slammed back down. Her thighs were thick with muscle, so you were almost certain that her thrusts against you were cracking the floor. It took a minute to get used to her aggressiveness, but you could eventually feel pleasure through it. You grab onto her sides, (which you can feel house some pretty kickass abs) and you do your own thrust against her.

“Hey!” she says, a big grin on her face. “Now yer gettin’ it!” She stops thrusting down on you and lets you do some work. She pushes down on you a few times, but you basically start to run the show. You can feel the tip of your dick barely tap against her squishy g-spot deep inside her cunt, and that’s all the motivation you need to keep going. Not to mention AJ’s grunts of pleasure as you have your way with her.

You crane your neck upwards to look at her face, and she looks like she’s piss drunk. Her face is red and she’s sweating pretty hard. Your vigor is restored just with that look alone, and you curl up to get a better angle. Soon, you’re pushing her onto her back. Her hat falls off, and her hands fall to the sides of her head while yours press against the cold floor next to her. Her legs are wide open, with on lying on your shoulder and one off to the side. You use the one closest to you to get a bit of extra leverage as you push even deeper inward.

You’re properly hitting her g-spot now, and it’s only a matter of time before you cum. You do notice that you can see your cock pushing against her continuously collapsing walls over and over, fighting to get to the back with each and every wet thrust into her. It starts to become… oddly clear, how well you can see your dick. So much so that you stop seeing Applejack. You don’t stop feeling or hearing her, though, so you thrust in like normal, a jet of white tapping against her womb before the tip of your cock smashes it in, and sticks everywhere inside.

Unfortunately, all you can see if your dick and your cum, somehow floating in place. Once your fully spent, and you pull out, you can see the cum dribble out slowly in small beads.

“Wow...” you say, trying hard to catch your breath. “That was fan-fucking-tastic.” AJ slowly fades back in so you can see her. She’s picking her hat up off the ground and trying her best to cover her face. It doesn’t work, and you can see her rosy red cheeks easily.

“That was pretty great,” she said, seemingly as exhausted as you are. Still, she flipped the apple she had on her around in her hand. “But, ah still ain’t satisfied. Yer gonna have tah try harder than that if ya want this apple.”

“Heh. It’s fine. I don’t want that apple anymore. “ Applejack looks confused until you push her hat out of her eyes. You lean in and lock lips with her, passionately pressing against her until your start frenching. After a few seconds, you pull away, and stick her hat on your own head. “I got a much more delicious apple right here.”

“Aw shucks…” she says, her blushing face exposed no. Still, she had on her mischievous grin. She leaned back, spreading her legs slightly, and using a finger to spread her lips apart, a bead of cum slowly dripping out. You’ve already come twice, but you can feel a third hard on coming. “Well, then, big boy. Gets tah eatin.” You lean down.

“My pleasure.”

Succubus

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.