I Dream of Succubi

With a hard swallow Flash Sentry stared at the intruder slumped on her side upon his bed. Sunset Shimmer shifted before his eyes, from a nubile woman to an even sultrier creature with reddish skin and hair that further resembled flames. Her eyes turned slit-like, and tiny fangs were visible when she smirked. She waggled and elongated, forked tongue at him.

With a click of her fingers his room transformed from its rather functional appearance to a full-on S&M dungeon; like something he'd expected to see in a trashy porn video. Within the gloom he spotted an iron maiden, a rack, a riding horse, shackles on the cool stone walls, like they'd been cast back into medieval times.

Another snap sounded and her collection which lined the shelves came into view. Among them were a variety of sex toys, handcuffs, chains, wax candles, and anal hooks. He balked at the sight, paling. “Uh, these to be used on you, or-” She seemed to float over, her claws stripping his clothes away. He shivered but didn't dare resist.

A musky aroma mixed with perfume and pheromones suffused the atmosphere. Gulping, his pants further tightened, almost falling into a trance. She seemed to pull a paddle from nowhere and handed it to him. “Wait, I...I thought-”

“That I was going to use it on you?” A solitary nail traced the lining of his musculature, circling his stiff nipples. “Don't be silly, you're not ready for that level of kinkiness just yet...”

With a click she summoned a delectable woman with a bobcut, nude save for a number of chains that bound her. He recognized her as Coco Pommel, a rather quiet student and conservative student from the little he knew. She squirmed, the binds making her average-sized breasts appear more perky as they jutted out from the constrictive pressure.

“No way.” A game was one thing, but he had his limits. He prepared to drop the paddle when the captive spoke.

“Please, do it.” Her cheeks burned and her eyes were glazed over. “I want you to! I'll beg if I must!”

“I really want to explore your kinky side,” explained Sunset with a bemused smirk. “I'll teach you how to be more dominant.”

His hands shook despite his hard on. “But still...”

“Remember, this is still a dream. That means you can go as wild as you want to.” She ran her hands over her breasts, which raised under her palms, then bounced back into place. “Make her cum and I'll let you dominate me.”

Her tongue extended further, wrapping around one of her tits and mashing it as it looped the fatty flesh several times; then gradually traced around the areola, and flicked a slitted, perky nipple bud repeatedly.

A bead of precum oozed from his penis at the fantasies playing through his head. “Fine.” What he failed to realize was a sliver of Sunset's demonic essence had started to corrupt him, breaking down his normal inhibitions piecemeal.

He walked around Coco, admiring every last subtle curve of her supple flesh. Her cheeks turned pinker and her coy smile widened. She was a touch thicker in the hips and buttock areas, her snatch tight and topped by a small patch of trimmed pubic hair. Her soft pink nipples poked the air, the tips topped by tiny slits. The knowledge that she was helpless played in his thoughts. She'd be his bitch, if he ordered it. Hell, she'd probably love that sort of treatment!

He placed a palm on her thigh. She tensed up and shuddered with a low moan. Slowly he traced upwards, over a hip, then crept over to a buttock, patting it. He started to knead the surface, the soft, squishy skin wobbling under his increasingly rough gropes. His fingers danced up her navel, between her tits, and he clamped over one, fondling the doughy titflesh.

“A-ah,” she cried. He pecked a nipple, tracing her titties in circles, switching between them as his now devilish grin spread. Veins were visible under her creamy milkjugs. He pulled a pastel nipple, pinched and twisted it. “Ooh.”

“Do you want it?” She swallowed hard and nodded. “Then plead for it, slut.” He yanked her by the hair.

“I...I desperately crave it.” She wiggled her backside with a sashay of her hips. A trickle of cunt honey wet her inner thighs.

He traced the paddle around her womanly mound, careful to avoid touching her slit. She squirmed and her lips were swollen and moist with need. Small whimpers escaped her lips. “You can do better than that. Give me a little more enthusiasm, bitch.”

“Please! I'll be your personal pet! I'll do whatever you wish! Just give it to me, master!” She clenched her thighs together.

“Okay, then. Be a good little bad girl and bend over.” She did as instructed, her orbs hanging with a subtle sway, her buttcheeks looking even more ample as she placed herself in a compromising position. He spread one of her cheeks, admiring the ring of her exit hole, and the slightly parted pussy meat below. She huffed, her legs now soaked.

He continued to tickle her all over, still avoiding her twat, making her thrash as he denied her. “Umph,” she squealed with gritted teeth when he landed a firm slap on her meaty ass. A red hand print marked her as his property.

Molesting her doughy cheeks, he landed repeated swats, switching between them at random. “Mph,” she yelped with tears in the corners of her eyes. “Eep,” came the whine when another blow connected, this time with the paddle, her rump wobbling.

Another strike connected with her soggy pussy, leaving a thin trail connected to his chosen instrument. He smeared the tool's wetted side across her lips so that she might taste herself. “M-master...” Her eyes teared up further and she howled when he touched her clit once, creaming herself hard, her legs trembling and knees knocking as she buckled.

Huddling in a pile, she continued to quake for several moments, teased to the point she was now riding out a full-body orgasm. Glazed-over, half-lidded eyes met his, face twisted in rapture, back arced and her breasts jutted out, begging him to play with them some more. She spread her legs submissively, far as she was able with the chains still constricting her which had loosened while they played, small spurts of viscous fem cum erupting from her glistening cleft and pooling on the floor.

Running a palm up her loins, he sunk his digits into her pink cavern, practically fisting her. He slid past the knuckles, curled his fingers, massaging her spongy g-spot. Withdrawing with a wet pop, the extensions still connected to her and each other by slimy trails that tethered them, he raised his hand to her lips. “Suck on them,” he demanded grabbing her hair again.

Daintily she swallowed them individually, tasting herself once more. A tangy, sweet-and-salty flavor settled on her tongue. Lewd smacks and moans sounded when she cleaned him. Her lower holes continued to convulse, her face hazed like she was drugged.

The temptation to grab her and fuck her face almost overwhelmed him. But he knew better than to lose control. What kind of master would he be if he surrendered to all his vices? No, even that was something to be properly worked up to.

An evil chuckle escaped Sunset. “You're well on your way to becoming a proper Dom,” she mused when Coco suddenly vanished after she finished riding out her latest climax. “Now...” She plucked the extremities of her costume and let it pool at her ankles, her voluptuous frame completely bared to him. “Are you ready to claim your reward, stud?”

“Sure am.” He seized a whip. Her malicious smirk widened with the realization she'd corrupted him far more than projected. Leaving her crotch-stained panties with him had been a stroke of genius, letting him breathe in her pheromones, making him form an addiction to her pussy which she assured him was far better than her rival's. “Get ready to be my fuckdoll.”

She raised her arms and swayed in a snake-like manner. The lash struck out and slapped a tit which was marked with a red streak and shook. He didn't let up the rain of blows, struck her boobs repeatedly, her navel, back, and buttocks as he stalked in a circle around her, even struck her crotch. She yelped and hissed, biting into her lip once she tensed up but didn't complain.

“Harder,” she demanded. “Prove you're not a little bitch! Ah!” She shrieked when he smacked her fuckhole with a vicious strike. “Yes!” Goo leaked from her cervix entrance, ribbons of arousal clinging between delicious pussy walls.

He chucked the whip aside, lifted her up, and tossed her onto the bed. Suddenly he was on top of her, pinning her by the wrists, driving his cock into her velvety folds which spread around the intruder. Her insides conformed to his prick when he started to fuck her. She panted, her tits knocking while she repeatedly speared her, ramming against the final barrier to her womb.

Lost in the moment, he assaulted her with his dick for all he was worth, trying to batter down that last barrier and fill her slimy womb. “You like this, don't you? You want to be my personal toy!” With a subdued nod, her toes curled.

Again-and-again he impaled her. Her warm, slippery insides were forced apart, conforming to the shape of his vein-lined manhood. Testicles slapped against her asshole. Sunset's face warped in sheer bliss, and she blinked, staring intently into his gaze. His teeth had gotten a little longer and sharper. His eyes now with a touch of crimson and his hair spikier.

She wrapped her legs around him, drawing him close as she possibly could while he claimed his prize. “Oh yes, fuck me! Cum inside me! Make me your little succubus whore!” His balls ached, ready to blow his load into her uterus.

“Here it comes you filthy slut,” he wheezed. Yet before he could find blessed release, a lavender portal opened up behind him.

“No!” She tried to keep him pinned with her limbs, but he was ripped from her grasp. An unseen force sucked him out of the dreamscape once more, into the rift in reality which closed up quickly as it had manifested into existence.