Harem Scare-Him

Chapters

The Mysterious Mansion
The Hearty Homunculus
The Beautiful Bloodsucker
The Studious Sorceress
The Curvaceous Creature
The Hasty Hound
The Fearful Pharaoh
The Fiery Fiend

The Mysterious Mansion

A chill breeze wafted through the air, making my body shiver and break out in goosebumps. The pale light of the full moon high overhead illuminated the spooky landscape around me. The dirt path I had walked along to get where I was weaved its way through a grove of dark, twisted trees, which obscured the landscape beyond them. In my mind, the trees’ gnarled branches seemed to reach out towards me, as if trying to snatch me up. Occasionally, I heard the sound of a twig snapping or the scurrying of a wild animal. In front of me, the trees parted to reveal an ancient, decrepit mansion which, unfortunately, was my destination that night.

I looked up at the building with a mixture of fear and amusement in my mind. On one hand, the idea of a “haunted mansion” was such a cliche that it almost seemed silly to be unnerved by it. On the other hand, there was a reason why the cliche existed in the first place. Staring up at the broken windows, the rotting wood, and the moldy stonework filled me with an odd sense of despair and loneliness. A whistling wind blew from the direction of the old mansion, almost sounding like faint voices.

I reached into my pocket, pulled out a folded piece of paper, and opened it up. I looked down and read the message written on it once again:

Come to the old mansion at the edge of town at midnight for a surprise. You won’t be sorry!

Love,
Applejack
Rarity
Twilight
Pinkie
Rainbow
Fluttershy
Sunset

Each of the girls had obviously written their own names, their handwriting being as unique as they were. Rarity’s flowing script contrasted with Rainbow’s chicken scrawl. Twilight’s pragmatic printing stood out next to Pinkie’s glittery pink signature. I stared at the note for a long moment, but I still didn’t have the slightest idea of what they could be planning for me. Looking down at my watch, I saw that it read 12:00 exactly. I folded the note back up and returned it to my pocket, before slowly approaching the mansion.

As I stepped onto the stairs leading up to the front porch, the boards creaked loudly enough to alert anybody, or anything, nearby of my presence. I made it up onto the porch and approached the large double doors before me. On the doors were a pair of old metal door knockers shaped like the heads of angry horses. Tentatively, I reached out and grasped the large ring held in the mouth of one of them and knocked it against the door three times. I released the knocker and stood back, waiting to see what would happen.

A moment later, the door slowly opened inwards into the pitch-black interior of the mansion. Gulping, I forced my legs to carry me forward through the ominous portal. I stopped a few feet past the door, everything beyond that point being too dark to see. As I stared into the darkness, I heard a loud creaking noise from behind me. I whipped around just in time to see the front door slam shut, snuffing out the moonlight that had been leaking in.

Panic took hold of me as I was plunged into complete darkness. I wasn’t particularly afraid of the dark, but I think anyone would have been a bit uncomfortable in those circumstances. I leapt forward and felt around for the door handle, grasping it and attempting to pull the door open again. Despite my best efforts, the door did not budge even an inch, almost as if it had been locked by magic or something. I soon gave up, turning around and placing my back against the door so nothing could sneak up on me from behind.

A moment later, I heard a click, and the entryway was lit up by a bright light coming from off to my side. Turning my head, I saw that the light was coming from a small flashlight laying on a nearby table. The illumination calmed me somewhat, but I was still a bit on edge after having seen the door close and the flashlight turn on all by themselves. Sitting on the table next to the flashlight was a piece of paper, which caught my attention. I slowly walked over to the table and picked up the paper, seeing that there was a message written on it:

You were a fool to come here. This dilapidated domicile is haunted by seven terrifying monsters, each one horrific in their own special ways. In order to escape, you must find and defeat each monster before the sun rises. The spirits that dwell in this place will not allow you to leave the grounds until all seven have been dealt with. You will find your first opponent upstairs in the attic. Get a move on; the clock is ticking.

I read the note several times, my mind struggling to process the words on the page. I had no idea what was going on, but I was not particularly thrilled about the prospect of being trapped in the mansion. I was really hoping that it was just some prank the girls had set up, not wanting to consider the alternative. I heard a faint noise from somewhere behind me and whipped around reflexively, but saw nothing. I turned back around and set the note down on the table. Realizing that standing around was probably not the best idea regardless of what was really going on, I picked up the flashlight and began making my way into the interior of the mansion.

The Hearty Homunculus

Using the flashlight to light my way, I soon found the grand staircase at the other side of the front hall. Gripping the handrail, I carefully ascended the stairs, each one creaking loudly as I stepped on it. A short eternity later, I made it to the landing at the top and looked around. There were three hallways that I could see: one directly in front of me, and two others way off to my left and right. I didn’t know which way I was meant to go, so I figured that going straight was just as good as any other option.

I slowly walked down the hallway before me, my flashlight illuminating doors to my left and right. Eventually, I came to a T-junction, the hall splitting and going off to the left and right. While I stopped and considered which direction to go, I heard a loud creaking noise and saw movement in the ceiling in front of me. Looking up, I saw a section of the ceiling open, a folding staircase unfurling and stretching down to the ground just in front of my feet. I quickly noticed another note attached to the stairs several steps up. Tentatively, I walked forward and picked up the note, reading it:

The attic above you was once the laboratory of a mad scientist who tried to control the powers of life and death. He ultimately failed in his goals and abandoned his lab, which has remained untouched ever since. However, some say that his attempts to resurrect the dead were not completely fruitless. Ascend the stairs and see for yourself what remains of his experiments...if you dare.

I put down the note and stared up into the dark hole above me. Steeling myself, I slowly walked up the stairs into the attic. The attic was fairly large and filled with faint light, due to a large window in the wall that let in the moonlight. The space was mostly filled with old crates and other containers coated with a thick layer of dust. Toward the far end of the attic, near the window, was a large clearing with strange looking objects scattered around it.

As I walked further in, observing my surroundings, I heard a loud slam from behind me. I whipped around and saw, to my dismay, that the stairs had folded back up, trapping me in the attic. I walked back over and tried to figure out how to open the trapdoor, but like the front door, it wouldn’t budge. I stood up and turned around, resolving to go forward if I could not go back. I carefully worked by way through the crates to the strange clearing ahead of me.

As I got closer, I saw that the strange things scattered about the clearing seemed to be large machines, although not of any type that I was familiar with. Their metal surfaces were covered with lightbulbs, buttons, and gauges of various size and shape. They looked old, the metal covered with rust and a thick layer of dust. The machines weren’t the strangest thing I saw, however. In the center of the machines was a large, metal table; resting on that table, the faint outline of a human body could be seen in the near-darkness.

Suddenly, I heard the unmistakable noise of thunder echo through the attic. I looked to the window and saw a flash of lightning, which briefly illuminated the attic. Several more flashes followed in quick succession, and I noticed a large lightning rod attached to the roof just outside the window. Predictably, the rod was soon struck by a bolt of lightning, making it glow brightly. Unpredictably, the machines around me began to come to life.

The electric lights on the machines slowly lit up, illuminating the attic properly. Now that I could see clearly, I saw the gauges on the machines begin to twitch, and small flashing lights lit up sporadically. A cacophony of whirring, clacking, and sparking noises filled the room, drowning out the sound of the lightning. I noticed a series of thick cables leading from the wall with the window to the various machines. More cables led out of the machines, all congregating at the table between them.

As I had suspected, there was indeed a body laying on the table. The body was that of a young woman with orange skin and long hair the color of straw. My eyes drifted across her body from her bare feet up to her long legs, her thick, muscled thighs looking strong enough to crush boulders. Looking higher, I gazed upon a pair of hips that would not have looked out of place on a mother of five. Her waist was not particularly thin, but her stomach was well-toned, the faint outline of her abs visible on her skin.

The two globes of flesh on her chest were large enough to feed a whole family’s worth of children easily. The arms that lay at her sides looked as powerful as the rest of her, but still distinctly feminine in appearance. Her ample curves were contained by a tattered t-shirt and daisy dukes that left little to the imagination. Jutting from her neck were two large metal bolts, and her skin was decorated by a series of prominent stitches at her major joints. Her freckled face looked calm and serene, her eyes closed as if asleep.

The noises around me increased in volume and frequency, with a corresponding increase in the flickering of the lights and the motion of the dials. I was so distracted by the commotion that I almost didn’t notice the foot of the woman on the table twitch slightly. As the machines continued to do whatever it was they were doing, she began to twitch even more. First it was just a toe or a finger here or there. Later, her legs and arms began to flex and stretch. Soon, her whole body was spasming violently, as if she was being shocked by electricity.

Just as the noise was becoming unbearably loud, a loud boom came from one of the machines and sparks flew out of it. As one, the various machines switched off, all noise, motion, and even light disappearing instantly. A red emergency light on one of the machines flashed silently, the only other light source besides my flashlight and the moonlight streaming in. I took a deep breath to calm myself after the spectacle, but my heart soon started racing again when I saw the woman’s chest begin to rise and fall slowly.

I stared transfixed at her as she slowly bent at the waist and sat up on the table. My heart skipped a beat as her green eyes shot open and stared directly at me. Her jaw slowly opened and a sickening, guttural moan emanated from her throat. As I watched, her legs and arms moved, and she half-climbed, half-fell off of the table and onto the floor. She rose to her full height, which was about as tall as I was. Her arms reached out towards me and her shaky legs began to carry her forward one step at a time. She shambled towards me, continuing to moan horribly.

Being more than a bit disturbed at that point, I slowly backed away from her, keeping my eye on her the whole time. In hindsight, I probably should have been looking where I was going, as I soon tripped on a loose floorboard and fell onto my back, dropping my flashlight. Before I knew it, the monster was looming over me, staring down with a carnal hunger in its eyes. A split second later, she lunged at me, reaching out her hands to grab me. I panicked and flinched, reflexively closing my eyes and bringing my hands up to shield my face.

A long moment passed as I waited for the monster to kill me, eat me, or whatever it was monsters do to poor, defenseless guys who wander into haunted mansions. Just when I thought the anticipation would be the thing that killed me, I heard a soft voice in my ear. “Hey, sugarcube, it’s alright,” the voice whispered.

Despite my agitated state of mind, I immediately recognized the voice. “Applejack?” I said to myself, slowly opening my eyes. As I looked closely at her, I realized that the “monster” laying on its hands and knees above me was indeed the friendly farm girl I knew so well.

Applejack smiled down at me and gave me a wink. “Don’t you worry,” she said softly. “You’ll like what this monster’s gonna do to you.” In one swift motion, she grabbed my arms and forced them down against the ground by my head, leaning her head in towards mine. She pressed her lips against mine in a strong, passionate kiss. I quickly got over my shock at the whole situation and kissed her back. Her strong tongue forced its way between my lips and began exploring my mouth. I reached out with my own tongue and wrapped it around hers, and we began to playfully tongue-wrestle.

After a minute or so of intense kissing, our lips parted, and we lay there breathing heavily. Applejack smiled and pulled back, rising to her feet once again. She reached down and pulled me to my feet, before leaning down, taking hold of my legs, and throwing me over her shoulder. The muscular girl lifted me up and carried me back towards the table. I protested, but all I got in response was a comedically delivered moan.

Applejack gently laid me down on the table, which had a soft mat covering its surface for padding. Grinning deviously, she reached down to my waistline and quickly undid my pants, sliding them and my underwear down to my knees. Fixing her eyes on my half-hard member, she leaned in and gave it a long, slow lick from base to tip, making me moan softly. She gently took hold of it and began licking and kissing it sensually, soon coaxing it to its full length and stiffness. Seemingly satisfied, she stood up and reached for her tattered shorts, pulling them down to reveal her smooth, puffy pussy.

Applejack climbed up onto the table, straddling my hips and resting her soft lower lips on my member. She started grinding her hips forward and back, and she was soon moaning in a much more arousing manner than she had been before. When both of us were drenched in her juices and moaning softly, she stopped grinding on me and lifted her hips up. She reached down and took hold of my member, aiming it up and positioning it at her entrance. Slowly, she began to lower her hips, impaling herself on me.

Her warm, wet, and incredibly soft inner walls squeezed me tightly, making every inch gained a struggle. Soon, however, I had hilted inside of her, my tip lightly kissing her cervix. We took a moment to catch our breath and get used to the sensation. When she was ready, Applejack began lifting herself back off of me, pulling me almost all the way out of her before sliding right back down again. She felt absolutely amazing, each stroke making me moan together with her. She gradually increased the speed of her bouncing, driving me in and out of her with greater speed and force.

As she moved, her large breasts bounced noticeably, only held in place by her tattered shirt. Reaching up and seizing hold of the weakened garment, I was easily able to rip it open, allowing her girls to spill out and flop about freely. I grabbed hold of her breasts and gently squeezed them, eliciting a loud, stuttering moan. A sharp squeal escaped her lips as I took her nipples between my fingers and pinched them lightly. She looked at me with a crazed look in her eye and leaned down, pressing her breasts against my chest. She wrapped her arms around my neck and kissed me deeply, our tongues caressing each other.

My hands wandered down her body to her big, bouncing butt. I grabbed one of her muscular cheeks in each hand and squeezed roughly, making her moan into my mouth. Planting my feet on the table to brace myself, I began thrusting my hips up to meet hers while pressing her down onto me in time with her own bounces. We soon approached our finishing speed, our hips colliding with a loud slapping noise multiple times per second. We broke our kiss and looked into each others’ eyes as we both reached our climaxes.

Our combined wails of pleasure travelled throughout the attic, echoing back at us. I pumped shot after shot into her, her tight walls milking me of every drop I had. I wrapped my arms around her and held her tightly as her body began to spasm and shake. We rode out the waves of pleasure together, not stopping until our bodies gave out and we collapsed limply on the table. We continued holding each other as we recovered, enjoying the afterglow.

When Applejack was ready, she leaned back and slowly lifted her hips up, pulling herself off of me. We both moaned softly as my member popped out of her tight folds and fell back onto my stomach. As her glistening pussy hovered above me, a small trickle of our fluids leaked out of it and fell onto my sensitive skin. She crawled down my body, placing herself at eye level with my member. Leaning in, she stuck out her tongue and began licking up the mess she had made. When she finished swallowing down every last drop, she planted a gentle kiss on my shaft then crawled back up the table.

She laid down next to me, my cum still dripping from her pussy. We held each other and kissed slowly, but passionately. Our lips eventually parted, and we laid there, staring into each other’s eyes.

“So...what happens now?” I said.

Applejack chuckled softly. “Well, you still got six more monsters to beat,” she said.

“Oh...right,” I said, realizing just what was in store for me that night. “Are you gonna...come with me, or...?”

“Nah,” she said with a smile. “You gotta do this on your own.”

“Right,” I said, somewhat disappointed. “Where do I go next?”

“Head to the master bedroom,” she said. “Go down the stairs, take a right, and head three doors down. You can’t miss it.”

“But the stairs are...” I began.

“Oh, don’t worry,” she said, “they should be unlocked by now.”

“Okay,” I said. “I guess I’ll...see you later then?”

“See you, sugarcube,” she said, leaning in and giving me one last parting kiss.

I slowly rose from the table and pulled my pants back up, making myself presentable again. I took one last look back at Applejack, who smiled and waved me goodbye. Turning back towards the stairs, I walked back through the dusty crates, picking up my flashlight along the way. True to Applejack’s word, when I got back to the folding stairs, I found that I was now able to undo the latch and let them fall back down. Carefully, I descended the steps, in search of whatever monster lay in wait for me next.

The Beautiful Bloodsucker

Reaching the bottom of the attic stairs, I was once again standing at the T-junction with one path ahead of me, one to my left, and one to my right. Following Applejack’s instructions, I took the path to the right and walked down the hall. I counted out the doors on my lefthand side, stopping when I reached the third one. The door in question was large and made of dark wood, its ornate surface carved with a variety of intricate designs. Shining my light at the door, I saw a note attached to it:

You have bested the scientist’s creation, but you still have a long way to go before your journey’s end. Your next foe lies within this bedchamber, but do not be deceived by the mundanity of its lair. The creature within may sleep in coffin, but you can bet that she is even more lively than you are. Don’t worry; she doesn’t bite...much.

Taking a deep breath, I reached for the door handle and gently pushed the door open. I stepped inside the pitch-black room, my puny light seeming to be swallowed up by the darkness. All of a sudden, the door behind me slammed shut, cutting off what little light had been streaming in from outside. I stepped towards the door and felt around for the handle. Grasping it and giving it a tug, I found that the door had somehow been locked tight and would not budge. “Of course,” I said.

Suddenly, the darkness was driven away, and the room gradually filled with soft, orange light; I turned and looked around the now-visible room. The room was dominated by a large, four-poster bed, its surface ornately carved like the door. Around the room was arranged a variety of lavish furniture including wardrobes, dressers, vanities, and several other types. Every available flat surface was covered with candles, all burning together and bathing the room in their eerie glow. In the corner, I thought I saw a table with one of those old-timey record players sitting on it.

What most caught my attention, however, was the large, black coffin standing upright at the foot of the bed. The coffin was of the lopsided, hexagonal variety, not the straight, rectangular kind. Its smooth surface had been thoroughly polished, the candlelight reflecting off of it and giving it an ominous aura. I started at the coffin, expecting something to happen at any moment. Just when I was beginning to think I would have to go over and open it myself, I saw movement in the corner and heard the record player come to life, spewing slow, atmospheric string music into the air.

A moment later, the lid of the coffin slowly opened, revealing its occupant: a young woman with alabaster skin and purple hair. She was wearing an ornate black dress reminiscent of those worn by the upper-class women of centuries past. Despite its old-fashioned style, it was obviously modern, not being modestly cut enough to be a genuine antique. The low neckline showed off a generous amount of skin, even allowing a small bit of her cleavage to peek out. Beneath her hemline, which reached her mid-calf, I could see that her legs were clad in black pantyhose, and her feet were covered in black high-heeled shoes.

The dress was snug enough to show off the woman’s feminine hourglass shape. Her hips were not notably wide, but her slim waist made them look much bigger then they were. Her breasts were not particularly large, but they were perfectly shaped, hanging from her chest without a hint of sag. Her hair was elegantly arranged, flowing down behind her back like a waterfall. Her arms were crossed over her chest, each one wearing a long, black glove that reached up to her elbow. Her plump lips were painted blood-red, and her eyes, which were closed, were covered in a healthy amount of eye shadow and mascara.

After looking at her for a moment, her eyes flew open, and she stared at me with an intense gaze. Her lips slowly stretched into a smile, and her eyes narrowed. She let her arms lower into a more natural position and stepped out of the coffin, slowly advancing towards me. “Good evening, darling,” the woman said with a heavy foreign accent. “Welcome to my lair.”

“Uh, hey, Rarity,” I said, backing up against the door. “H-How’s it going?”

“That’s Countess Rarity to you, peasant,” she said in a teasing tone. “And if you must know, I’m doing very well.” As she reached me, she gently placed her hands on my shoulders, pressing herself up against me. Rarity normally stood a few inches shorter than I did, but her high heels put her at eye level with me. She looked into my eyes and gave me a sultry look.

“I, uh...I would’ve thought a vampire would be in the basement or something, not a bedroom,” I said.

“Oh, don’t be silly,” said Rarity. “There’s nothing stylish about a dirty old basement. Besides...” She leaned in, bringing her face within a few inches of my own. “If I’m going to make love to someone, then I’m going to do it in the warmth and comfort of a proper bed.” Her tongue quickly dashed across her lips and she gave me a wide grin, revealing off a pair of large, pearly white fangs where her canines should have been.

I chuckled nervously. “You’re not gonna...suck my blood...are you?” I said.

“On any other night, I might,” she said, her hot breath caressing my lips. “But tonight...I’m in the mood to suck something else.”

Rarity leaned in and pressed her lips against mine, locking me in a deep kiss. Her tongue forced its way past my lips, quickly seeking out and taking hold of my own. I pushed back with my own tongue, and we began moving back and forth between each of our mouths. I threw my flashlight aside and wrapped my arms around her waist as we kissed, holding her against me snugly. She lifted her arms up and wrapped them around my neck, ensuring I could not run away.

When we finally broke our kiss, both of us were breathing heavily. Rarity looked at me with a passionate, but domineering look in her eye. “Get on the bed,” she whispered.

“Yes, Countess,” I whispered back.

Rarity slowly released her hold on me and pulled back, allowing me to skirt around her and walk towards the bed. She followed close behind be, standing and watching me as I climbed onto the plush mattress and leaned back against the large pillows. Rarity quickly joined me on the bed, kicking her heels off and crawling up towards me. She smothered me in kisses, leaving lipstick marks all over my lips, chin, and neck. She caressed my skin with her lips and tongue, even going so far as to gently nibble on my neck.

Reaching a hand down between my legs, Rarity apparently decided that I was worked up enough to proceed. She slowly crawled backwards and positioned herself between my legs, keeping her gaze fixed on me the whole time. Her deft fingers made short work of my pants, and my precious cargo was soon on display for her viewing pleasure. She laid down on her stomach on the bed, keeping her feet in the air and bringing her face down near my stiff member. Gripping it gently with her soft silk gloves, she aimed it upwards, giving me a sensual look.

Keeping her eyes locked on mine, she stuck out her tongue and placed it at the base of my shaft, slowly licking all the way up to my head. A soft moan escaped my lips as her hot, wet tongue caressed my sensitive skin. She licked me over and over, covering as much of my shaft with her saliva as she could reach. After finishing my shaft, she moved on to my head, drawing circles around my tip with her tongue. A drop of pre leaked out of me, which she quickly lapped up and swallowed. When I saw her plant a gentle kiss on my tip and pull back, I foolishly thought she had completed her oral ministrations.

Turning her head to the side, Rarity reached into her mouth with one hand and gripped her upper teeth. I was somewhat surprised when she pulled her hand back and I saw a very convincing set of false teeth in her fingers, complete with vampire fangs. She lightly tossed the teeth onto the bedside table, and gave her real pearly whites a quick lick. “I’m sorry for breaking character,” she said, turning back at me, “but I want this to feel good for you.”

Rarity opened her mouth slightly and wrapped her lips around my head, lightly licking my tip. Slowly, she pressed her head down and took me into her mouth, maintaining eye contact the whole time. I watched stunned as she swallowed inch after inch of my member, soon pushing me to the back of her mouth. I thought she was going to stop there, so I was amazed when she kept going, pushing me further back and into her throat. She faltered only once, letting out a soft gagging noise and cringing, but she quickly recovered, continuing to travel downward with a determined look in her eye. When her lips finally reached my base, I almost came from the sight alone.

Sucking in, she formed a vacuum-tight seal around me with her tongue and the inner walls of her mouth. She slowly lifted her head back up, letting a couple of inches out before reversing course and taking them right back in again. She continued bobbing her head up and down, going slightly faster each time. Waves of pleasure shot through my body with every stroke, and I had to fight to keep myself from grabbing her head and thrusting into her myself. The physical and mental arousal from her carnal act quickly pushed me to the edge. I probably would have finished right then and there if she hadn’t suddenly withdrawn, pulling the entirety of my length back out of her with a small pop. My member was dripping wet and aching for release.

My disappointment must have been visible on my face, as Rarity looked up at me and chuckled softly. “Don’t worry,” she said, “we’re not done yet.” She got up on her hands and knees and crawled up the bed, lying down next to me. “After all, the only way to defeat a vampire is to shove a big, hard piece of wood into her.” As she spoke, she reached down and grasped her dress, slowly pulling it up past her hips. Her pantyhose ended at her thigh, where they attached to a lacy, black garter belt. She wore no panties under the belt, her smooth, puffy lips on full display.

Needing no further encouragement, I quickly rolled over, laying on top of her and pressing my tip against her entrance. I rubbed my head against her soft lips a few times, making her moan softly. Gently thrusting my hips forward, I pushed myself past her inner folds and into her hot, wet pussy. Her walls were incredibly tight, but the combination of my lubricated member and her own juices made the journey manageable. Every inch of ground gained elicited another moan from the both of us. By the time I bottomed out inside of her and my tip kissed her cervix, both of us were breathing heavily.

I leaned in and kissed her deeply, our tongues dancing together. Slowly, I pulled myself back out of her, stopping when only my head was still inside. I pushed myself back inside of her just as slowly, making her moan loudly into my mouth. I repeated this cycle over and over again, thrusting slightly faster and slightly harder each time. While I did this, my hands wandered to her chest, gently pulling her already-low neckline down to expose her perky breasts. I gently massaged them, sinking my fingers into her soft, warm flesh and teasing her hard nipples.

After a few minutes of slow buildup, I reached my final sprint, thrusting into her with every thing I had in me. Rarity wrapped her arms around my neck and wrapped her legs around my hips, squeezing me tightly and preventing me from pulling all the way out. We broke our kiss and I stared into her big, blue eyes, both of us moaning loudly as we approached our respective climaxes. The delightful noises she made as I pounded her into the bed were the final straw, and my last shred of willpower crumbled.

With one last powerful thrust, I went balls-deep inside of her, pressing myself up against the entrance to her womb. A loud, masculine roar echoed from my lips as I unleashed the torrent that had been building up inside of me. Rarity wailed in pleasure, gripping me tightly with every part of her body. Her body trembled with each burst I pumped into her, and I held her tightly to steady her. I gave her everything I had to give, until at last my body gave out and I collapsed on top of her, her lying limply underneath me.

We laid there for a while, neither of having the energy to move or even to talk. We stared at each other with half-closed eyes, enjoying the afterglow of our coupling. Eventually, she leaned in and gave me a gentle kiss, smiling weakly at me and stroking my hair. Summoning my strength, I pulled myself back out of her, her weak legs parting to make way. She moaned weakly as I slid past her walls, letting out an adorable squeak as I popped out. I laid down on my side next to her, looking over at her and smiling.

Rarity smiled back at me, her gaze drifting downwards. “Let me get that for you,” she said weakly, rolling onto her stomach and slowly crawling backwards until she had reached my member. She leaned in and gave it a gentle tongue-bath, licking up the thick coating of saliva, seed, and her own feminine juices that covered it. Her touch was soft on my sensitive skin, but even that was enough to make me shiver and moan. When I had been licked clean, she gave me one last kiss on the tip, then crawled back up and laid her head down on the pillow next to mine.

“That sure was something, Countess,” I said weakly.

“Rarity,” she said in her normal voice, smiling at me.

“Rarity,” I repeated, smiling back at her.

She reached a hand up and gently stroked my cheek while we lay there silently. “As much as I’d love you to stay,” she said eventually, “you have to be moving on now.”

“Right,” I said, somewhat disappointed, despite knowing what awaited me. “Where do I go now?”

“Go the library next,” she said. “Head back downstairs to the front hall. The library will be through the big door on the left.”

“Door on the left,” I said. “Got it.”

Rarity leaned in and we shared one last gentle kiss. “Goodbye, darling,” she said.

“Goodbye, Rarity,” I said.

Begrudgingly, I sat up and climbed off of the bed, getting my clothes back in order as I stood. I slowly walked back towards the door, picking up my flashlight from where it lay on the floor. Trying the door handle, I found that the door was unlocked, and gently pulled it open. I looked back at Rarity as I stepped out of the bedroom, and she gave me a smile and a ladylike wave. I smiled and waved back at her, then gently closed the door between us. I took a deep breath and straightened myself, then turned and walked back down the hallway where I came from.

The Studious Sorceress

Heading back down the hall, I soon arrived at the T-junction once again. The stairs leading to the attic had been folded up once again, with no visible way of getting them back down. I turned to my right and walked down the hallway that led back to the front entrance of the mansion. Reaching the landing in the entry hall, I carefully descended the staircase, holding the handrail and using my flashlight to illuminate the steps before me. I made it to the bottom without incident and then walked over to the left side of the hall, standing before a large set of double doors.

The doors were a few feet taller than me and wider than my arm span. Other than their size, the doors were fairly unremarkable in and of themselves. What did stand out, however, was the paper attached to the door, and the note written on it:

Don’t let your successes go to your head! You still have a long night ahead of you before your quest is complete. The room before you was once a repository for all manner of esoteric knowledge and dark secrets. Those who practiced the mystical arts would congregate here to delve deeper into their own perverse research. Today, the library lies empty...with one exception. Watch your back as you enter your next quarry’s lair, or she’ll get you, my pretty, and your little dog too!

Taking a deep breath, I reached for the door handle and slowly pushed it open. My footsteps echoed loudly as I stepped into the room beyond, the only noise I could detect. My flashlight did little to illuminate the room, due to its immense size. From what I could tell, the room took up almost half of this side of the mansion, its ceiling stretching two stories high. I moved further in, raising my light to see the tall, empty bookshelves that lined the walls. I was startled, but not surprised when the door slammed shut behind me. I didn’t even bother going back to check if it was locked.

I gulped and continued forward, walking deeper into the room. The library looked like it hadn’t been used in ages; the floor was covered in dust and scraps of paper, and the shelves contained nothing but a few cobwebs. My anticipation was growing rapidly, as I was expecting someone, or something, to pop out at me at any moment. I saw nothing, but soon, a soft noise reached my ears. I stopped and listened to it for a moment; it sounded like a bubbling noise, like something boiling on a stove.

Following the noise, I continued forward, and I soon found its source. My flashlight illuminated what I could only describe as a small laboratory at the back corner of the room. Several tables were scattered about, each covered with a variety of books, beakers, vials, strange-looking substances in jars, and a million other things I couldn’t identify. At the center of it all stood a large, black cauldron filled with a clear, bubbling liquid. I was so absorbed with my surroundings that I didn’t notice the movement behind my back.

All of a sudden, something slammed into the back of my legs and knocked me off my feet, my flashlight falling to the floor. I fell backwards into what I soon realized was a large, wooden chair. My arms and legs were seized by some unknown force and moved against my will, being placed against the armrests and the front legs of the chair, respectively. I tried to yank my arms and legs off of the wood to no avail. When I took a moment to stop and think of a way out, I noticed that my limbs were surrounded by a faint pinkish aura, one which I had seen several times before.

“There’s no point struggling,” said a voice from behind me. “My magic is far too powerful.” The voice sounded like that of a young woman, and was very familiar to boot. I tried to turn my head to look over my shoulder, but the same force that held my limbs grabbed my head and held it forward. I heard a smirk, then the sound of heeled shoes slowly walking towards me. “It’s been a while since I’ve gotten a new test subject to play with. I wonder if you’ll last longer than my old one did.”

“W-What are you gonna do to me?” I said.

I heard a chuckle, and felt a pair of small, feminine hands placed on my shoulders. “All in good time, my pretty,” the voice whispered in my ear. “All in good time.” I felt a tongue placed at the base of my neck, which slowly licked up to the spot behind my ear, making me shiver. “First...I think we could do with some light.”

Suddenly, the room was illuminated by a number of small, flickering lights. The various beakers and other apparatuses on the tables, which had been quiet and still up until then, all lit up and began bubbling. Each of the containers were filled with unknown, colorful fluids which glowed softly. The cauldron in the middle lit up as well, the liquid inside of it letting out a much more intense light than its smaller counterparts. Altogether, the lights were enough to make the lab visible, but not enough to make it seem any less eerie.

I heard footsteps again, and saw the owner of the voice step into view and stand in front of me. She was a young woman with lavender skin and dark purple hair that flowed down her back. She was dressed in a plain, black dress that hugged her body snugly, showing off her petite frame. The hemline went down to her knees, giving me an excellent look at her slender legs and the black high-heeled shoes on her dainty feet. Her sleeves stretched to her wrists, but were loose, flowing elegantly when she moved. The neckline dipped low, showing the tops of her small, perky breasts and a tiny bit of cleavage. Her hips and waist were both thin, giving her a lithe, youthful appearance. She wore a pair of thick-rimmed glasses and had a pointed, black hat on her head. A round, purple pendant hung from her neck, glowing with the same aura that surrounded my limbs.

“Twilight?” I said.

“Ah, I see my reputation precedes me,” she said, smiling wickedly at me. “Twilight Sparkle, Mistress of the Dark and Sorceress Supreme, at your service.” She dropped into a slight curtsey before me. “Although, it might be more appropriate to say that you are at my service.” A piece of parchment and a quill pen sitting on one of the tables suddenly levitated into the air, floating next to Twilight. “Before we get to that though, I need to examine my new test subject.”

“Let’s see...” she began, the quill scribbling on the parchment as she spoke. “Subject is human. Male. Most likely in its late teens.” She walked forward and grabbed my chin, gently pointing my head up towards her. “Subject is handsome. Very handsome.” Twilight sat down on my lap, straddling my legs and bringing her face within inches of mine. Her hands wandered over my body, massaging my chest, my arms, and my neck. “Subject appears healthy. Healthy and strong.”

Twilight gently gripped my head with her hands and leaned in. “Kissing ability...” she said, before pressing her lips against mine. She slid her tongue into my mouth and quickly found my own. I kissed her back, massaging her lips with my own and wrapping my tongue around hers. I caressed her firmly, but gently, showing her that I had both strength and finesse. After a long bout of sensual tongue-wrestling, she finally pulled back, breathing heavily and smiling. “More than adequate.”

One of her hands travelled down my body, reaching between my legs and caressing my stiff member through my pants. I let out a soft moan in response to her touch, and she chuckled softly. “Subject seemingly has no problems with receiving pleasure, but I wonder how good it is at giving it.” Twilight’s other hand moved to the neckline of her dress, slowly pulling it down and revealing her pert breasts and the tiny nipples at their centers. She sat up, putting her breasts at my eye level, and then moved one of her nipples towards my mouth.

Taking the hint, I opened my mouth and placed it around the nipple, sucking in to form a tight seal. I immediately got to work, licking the hard nub as if it were a lollipop. I traced circles around her areola, before focusing on the nipple itself. I slowly drew my tongue up and down across it, pressing down firmly, but gently. After every few licks, I would give her a few quick flicks with my tongue, just to shake things up. My touch soon had its effect, and Twilight was moaning softly. She wrapped her arms around my head and pressed herself against my face, smothering me with her soft flesh.

Eventually, she pulled back, adjusting herself and moving her other nipple to my mouth. I gave the second the same treatment as the first, not wanting to play favorites. After another minute or two of licking, sucking, and listening to her moans echo throughout the library, she finally pulled back, leaving both of us breathing heavily. Twilight looked down at me with a lustful gaze and licked her lips. “Oh, yeah...” she said, “you’ll do just fine.”

Twilight stood back up and turned, walking away and giving me a look at her tight, round butt. She took up a position behind the cauldron and grabbed a large stick from nearby. A number of items began to rise from the tables around us, slowly floating over to the cauldron and falling into the bubbling liquid inside. I saw things that looked like dried leaves, mushrooms, finely ground powders, pieces of animals, and other indescribable things make their way into the mixture. As the cauldron filled with the strange reagents, Twilight placed the stick into the liquid and began to stir it slowly. As she stirred, she stared down into the cauldron with a wicked gleam in her eye, and began to speak in a slow, chanting rhythm.

“Simmer, simmer, boiling brew;
Get done fast before we screw.
Stallion’s seed and juice of mare,
Nails of a starry bear,
Dragon scale and crystal switch,
Will give him strength to fuck this witch.”

As she finished chanting and the last of the ingredients threw themselves into the cauldron, the light emanating from it surged in intensity for a moment, becoming almost too bright to look at. As it died back down again, I saw that the light, and the liquid that was producing it, had changed in color to a brilliant blue. Twilight continued to stir until the light returned to its previous intensity, then smiled and withdrew her stirring stick. Levitating a small beaker over to her, she grasped it and dipped it into the bubbling blue liquid in the cauldron, filling it with what looked like about a mouthful’s worth. She lifted the beaker up to her eye level and swirled it, seemingly satisfied with what she saw. Her gaze then shifted to me, and a devious look came over her.

She lowered the beaker and slowly walked back over to me, keeping her eyes locked on mine. “Open wide,” she said in a playful tone as she stood over me.

“Woah, hang on a second!” I said. “What the heck is that stuff?”

“I’m glad you asked,” she said, a hint of pride in her voice. “This is a little concoction I’ve been working on in my spare time. I was originally trying to come up with something to treat high blood pressure, but I discovered that my formula has some much more...enjoyable effects. When ingested by a male subject, there is a 99.87% chance that said subject will experience a dramatic increase in strength, stamina...and virility.” Twilight leaned down close to me, putting her face right in front of mine. “I tried it on a pair of rabbits once; they ended up having over one-hundred children. I wonder how many we’ll have.”

Before I even knew what was happening, Twilight yanked my mouth open, poured the beaker’s contents into it, and forced my mouth closed again, causing me to swallow reflexively. I began to panic as I felt the fizzy liquid slide down my throat and into my stomach. I coughed a bit when Twilight released my mouth, trying to clear my tingly throat. Twilight stepped back and took up her quill again, watching me expectantly. It wasn’t long before I started to feel the effects of the potion.

The first thing I noticed was the sudden increase of the tightness of my pants, specifically around my zipper. Looking down, I realized that Twilight’s comment about virility might not have been an exaggeration. Next came a noticeable increase in my energy levels. Despite it being so late, and despite me having had a very exhausting night already, I suddenly felt like I could run a marathon, if only I wasn’t shackled to the chair. Speaking of the chair, I found that the wood had somehow weakened, and that I was now able to bend the armrests and legs slightly. I quickly realized that it had not been the chair that had grown weaker, but it had been me who had grown stronger.

Twilight watched me closely, muttering to herself and scribbling more notes. After a minute had passed and the effects seemed to have stabilized, Twilight set down her notes and walked back over to me. She glanced at the prominent bulge between my legs and smiled excitedly. “Well, it certainly seems like my formula was effective,” she said. “There’s only one thing left to do now: field testing.”

Twilight walked over to a large, sturdy, wooden table and quickly levitated its contents onto the others. The surface now clear, she laid down on her side on the table, her feet pointed towards me. “You’ve waited long enough,” she said, looking back at me. “So have I. Come show me what you’ve got.” With one hand, she lifted one of her legs high into the air; with the other, she lifted up the bottom of her dress, revealing that she was wearing nothing underneath.

I was on her less than three seconds after the magical bonds holding me in the chair were released. I stood, crossed the short distance between us, and buried my face in her smooth, puffy pussy. I moved like a man possessed, licking and slurping up the juices leaking out of her like they were a sweet nectar. Twilight immediately erupted into a stream of moans and pleasured exclamations, closing her eyes and biting her lips. As my mouth tended to her, my hands tended to my pants, which soon fell around my ankles.

As soon as my aching member was free, I stood, Twilight’s leg resting on my shoulder. The potion coursing through me left me in no mood to wait, no mood to take things slowly. It took me only a second to align my tip with her slick entrance; it was much less than a second before I thrust my hips forward, pushing myself deep inside of her. She wailed loudly as I buried inch after inch inside of her, her tight walls doing little to impede my progress. Before long, the entirety of my length had been forced inside of her, and I felt my tip lightly touch her cervix.

I paused only a moment to let her catch her breath and get used to the feeling of being filled, then started moving my hips again. I slowly drew myself back out of her, then thrust all the way back in at once, eliciting a loud squeal from her. I quickly increased the speed of my thrusting, and soon out hips were colliding at a rapid frequency. Once I got into my groove, I allowed one of my hands to wander to her butt, and the other to go to her breasts. I roughly massaged her tight, round cheeks while grabbing her breasts and playing with her nipples. A chorus of moans, squeaks, whimpers, and other arousing noises flowed from Twilight’s mouth.

After a few minutes of intense thrusting, Twilight looked up at me with a desperate, hungry look in her eye. Keeping her leg on my shoulder, I leaned down closer to her. She pushed herself up on one arm, rising up to meet me. We grabbed each other’s faces and pulled each other together into a deep, passionate kiss. Our lips and tongues moved energetically, both of us struggling for dominance. Perhaps it was due to my enhanced strength that I was able to come out on top, pinning her tongue down and having my way with it, while she moaned into my mouth. When I had given her mouth a thorough tongue-fucking, I pulled back, a trail of saliva connecting our tongues.

I grabbed her thighs roughly and slammed into her at maximum speed, quickly sending us both to the edge, and then pushing us over. I hilted inside of her with one last, mighty thrust, and I began unloading my seed right at the entrance to her womb. Her walls clamped down around me, squeezing me tightly and milking me dry. Our screams echoed throughout the large, empty room, filling our ears with the amplified sounds of our own lust. I reached deep into my reserves, pumping everything I had into her, until my will snapped and my aching muscles finally gave out.

I let her leg fall back to the table and collapsed forward, sprawling out on top of her limp body. We laid there for a minute, enjoying the afterglow while our bodies and minds recovered. The extra strength and energy I had felt flowing through me faded, leaving me feeling as weak and tired as I would have normally felt after such physical exertion. As my blood started to rush back to my brain, I realized that I probably shouldn’t have let the potion run away with me as much as it did. “Sorry,” I said, looking at Twilight. “I...didn’t mean to be that rough.”

Twilight chuckled and smiled weakly at me. “Are you kidding?” she said. “I wish you were like that all the time.”

“What did you put in that potion anyway?” I said.

“Potion?” she said, an amused look on her face. “That was just soda water and food dye. Everything else was all you.”

“But...how did...?” I said.

“Placebo effect,” she said matter-of-factly. “You just imagined you magically got stronger, when in reality, you had it in you all along.”

I chuckled in disbelief. “Wow,” I said. “I guess I don’t know my own strength.”

Realizing that I was still buried inside of her, I pushed myself back onto my feet and slowly extracted myself, a soft moan escaping her lips when my head popped out. As my seed began to leak out from between her lips, she reached down and wiped it up, bringing it up to her mouth and licking it up. Noticing that there was more of the substance smeared on my member, Twilight got off of the table and knelt down in front of me, licking up every drop she could find. When she had swallowed down the last of our juices, she gently kissed my tip and helped my pull my pants back up. While I re-buttoned my pants, Twilight rose to her feet and straightened her dress.

We embraced and shared one last passionate kiss before I had to leave. “I guess I gotta go now,” I said.

“Don’t worry,” she said, giving me a reassuring smile, “you’ll see me again soon. But right now, you have some business to attend to at the pool.”

“This place has a pool?” I said.

“That’s what I said,” she said. She nodded towards the far wall behind me. “Head through the door over there and go down the hall to your right all the way to the end. You can’t miss it.” I repeated her instructions in my head several times to ensure I wouldn’t forget them.

“I guess this is goodbye then,” I said.

“Just goodbye for now,” she said, smiling at me and caressing my cheek. “See you, big boy.”

“Bye, Twilight,” I said, smiling back at her.

I begrudgingly tore myself away from the nerdy witch and began walking towards the pool. On my way out, I picked up my flashlight from where it had fallen, using it to light my way through the gloom. After a short while, I reached the doors at the far end, which looked the same as those I had come into the room through. I reached for the handle and pushed the door open, stepping out of the library and into the hallway. I gently closed the door behind me, readying myself for my next task.

The Curvaceous Creature

Turning to my right, I began my walk down the hallway to my destination, leaving the door to the library behind. Eventually, the beam of my flashlight fell upon a plain wooden door at the end of the hall. Advancing towards it, I saw that there was yet another note attached to its surface.

You’d better prepare yourself for what lies ahead, because the monster behind this door is more ferocious than any you have met so far. This peculiar beast crawled out of the murkiest waters of the most remote swamp in the world, and has come here to satisfy its hunger for manflesh. I sure hope you can swim, or you’ll be swiftly gobbled up by this prehistoric predator.

Taking a deep breath, I placed my hand on the door handle and gently pushed it open. Beyond the door was a large room with a high ceiling and tall windows in its exterior walls that let in ample amounts of moonlight. With the extra illumination, I had no trouble whatsoever seeing the full-sized swimming pool that dominated the room. A strip of tiled floor surrounded the pool on each side, allowing easy passage around it. Shutting the door behind me, I tentatively walked further into the room.

Walking up to the edge of the pool, I saw that the water was dark and murky, preventing me from seeing down to the bottom. The surface was covered with natural debris such as sticks, lilypads, and what looked like clumps of algae. Clusters of reeds stuck out in several spots, helping to give the pool an authentic, natural look. I could detect no movement either on the surface or beneath it; the water may have looked lifeless, but I knew better than to think that it was. I knew that there was something else in the room with me, the only question was what.

Backing away from the pool, I cast my gaze around the room once again. There was little else I could see other than the pool itself, just a few towels carelessly strewn across the floor and a couple of pool chairs scattered about. Looking closely, I did notice something on one of the chairs at the far end of the room that seemed notable. I couldn’t tell what it was from where I stood; it looked like some oddly-shaped object was sitting on the chair, covered by a towel. As I had no other ideas of what I was meant to be doing, I decided to walk around and see what it was.

I traversed the edge of the pool cautiously, not wanting to slip and fall into the ominous-looking water. Unfortunately, I was focusing so much of my attention of the ground beneath my feet that I didn’t notice the ripples that danced across the surface of the water. Eventually, I made it to the other side and approached the suspicious chair. I stood before it with the pool to my back, which was not the smartest decision in hindsight. As I looked down at the long, reclining chair, I saw that the object I had noticed was indeed something covered by a towel. So curious was I about the mysterious object that I failed to notice the ripples in the pool moving closer to the edge where I was standing.

Tentatively, I reached out and grasped the towel covering the object and lifted it off. Casting the towel aside, I saw, to my surprise, a plush alligator toy sitting on the chair, looking up at me with its lifeless eyes. My surprise was even greater when I realized that I recognized this particular stuffed animal. “Gummy?” I said in disbelief. “But if you’re here, then...” My train of thought was interrupted as I noticed a small piece of paper clutched in one of the gator’s claws. As I reached for the paper, the ripples reached the edge of the pool, and something silently emerged from the inky water and climbed up onto the ground behind me. The paper contained a short message consisting of only three words, three words that sent a shiver up my spine: “LOOK BEHIND YOU”.

It was at that moment that I noticed the soft patter of drops of liquid falling onto the hard floor behind me. My heartbeat quickened and my hands began to shake as my mind filled with thoughts as to what horrible thing could be lurking just a few feet away from me. Gulping loudly, I slowly rotated my head to see what manner of foul creature was preparing to ambush me. As my eyes fell upon it, I saw it open its mouth wide and bare its pearly-white teeth at me. “Rawr!” the creature bellowed, brandishing its claws at me menacingly. So startled was I by this that I let out a yelp and lurched backwards reflexively, falling down onto the soft pad of the pool chair and dropping my flashlight.

As I recovered from my shock, I looked back up at the creature that towered above me. For a monster, she wasn’t all that horrific; her bright pink skin and soft body made her look more like a sweet dessert than a creature from the deep. Her bare feet were attached to plump legs with thighs thick enough to overshadow even Applejack’s. Her similarly large hips were clad in a small, green, scale-print bikini bottom which left little to the imagination. Her stomach was covered in a noticeable layer of fat, making her look chubby in an attractive, feminine way.

Above her stomach hung a pair of massive, teardrop-shaped breasts, barely contained by a tiny bikini top that matched its counterpart down below. Slung across her back was what looked like a scuba tank that was attached to a mouthpiece that laid on her chest. Like the rest of her body, her face was round and plump, giving her a youthful, girlish look. Her plump lips were pulled back in a wide smile, showing off the dimples in her cheeks. Her eyes were covered by a pair of goggles with large, yellow lenses with thin, catlike irises in their centers. Her hair was contained by a swimming cap that matched the pattern of her bikini and even had small, decorative fins running along it to complete the image.

She gasped loudly, her posture changing from a menacing one to an exuberant one. “Did I scare ya? Did I? Did I? Did I?” she said quickly in a cheery, bubbly voice.

My momentary shock quickly faded as I realized who was talking to me. A smile broke out on my face and I chuckled in relief. “You sure did, Pinkie,” I said.

“Yes!” said Pinkie Pie, pumping the air in triumph. “The old ‘wait in the water and jump out at them while they’re distracted by the alligator’ trick never fails.” Pinkie leaned down and picked up Gummy, whom I had knocked to the floor in my panic. “And it’s all thanks to you.” She raised gummy to her lips and planted a motherly kiss on the gator’s snout, before gently setting him down on a towel laying nearby.

“Now that we’ve got the spooky stuff out of the way,” she said, looking down on me with a smile, “we can move on to the sexy stuff.” Reaching to her shoulders, she swiftly slid the air tank off of her, setting it down on the ground. Next she reached up and pulled her goggles up onto her forehead, revealing her big, blue eyes. She slowly advanced towards me, a playfully seductive expression on her face.

When she reached the chair, she climbed onto it on her hands and knees, crawling over me. She leaned her head and pressed her lips against mine, kissing me deeply. Her long, strong tongue quickly snuck its way between my lips, seeking out my own tongue and pulling it into an intense wrestling match. While we kissed, I raised my hands to her chest and gently grasped her breasts, squeezing them softly. Pinkie moaned into my mouth as I massaged the mountains of flesh spilling out of her pathetic excuse for swimwear.

I could feel her hard nipples standing tall and erect through the thin fabric of her bikini, just begging to be teased. Taking them between my fingers, I lightly pinched them, making Pinkie squeal and break our kiss. She looked into my eyes with a wicked grin on lips. “You like my big party balloons, don’t you?” she said. “Why don’t I give you a better look?”

Pinkie scooted forward and sat down on my hips, putting me at eye level with her breasts. She reached up and slipped her fingers under her bikini, pulling both halves off to the side and exposing her big, pink nipples. She used her arms to smoosh her breasts together, creating a huge line of cleavage between the massive twins. “Go ahead,” she said enticingly. “Have a taste.”

Needing no further invitation, I wrapped my arms around her and pulled her in, plunging my face into her soft, warm flesh. I nuzzled each of her breasts in turn, licking, kissing, and even nibbling them gently. A stream of sensual noises flowed from Pinkie’s lips, each minute touch eliciting a different sound. My lips eventually made their way to her nipples, wrapping around them one after the other and sucking vigorously. I drew her thick nubs deep into my mouth, lapping at them as if I expected milk to flow forth. Despite carrying no creamy goodness within them, her breasts were delectable all the same.

I suckled her breasts for a good few minutes before I felt Pinkie place her hands on my head and gently push me back. Her loud moaning came to an end as I lost contact, and I looked up at her to see what she was doing. “As fun as this is,” she said, breathing heavily, “I think it’s time we get the real party started.” I loosened my grip on her as she pulled back, scooting back down the chair until she was kneeling over my legs. Leaning forward, she reached for my pants and deftly undid my button and zipper before pulling both my pants and underwear down my legs. She looked down at my stiff member hungrily, licking her lips all over.

“Besides,” Pinkie said, looking back at me, “I know what you really want to play with.” She quickly spun around in the chair, kneeling down facing away from me and giving me an unobstructed view of her backside. Pinkie Pie had the biggest, plumpest, and roundest butt of any student at Canterlot High, and she knew it. I had seen her prance through the halls of school, her jiggly cheeks drawing the lustful gazes of almost every man around, and even those of some women. The sight of her glorious butt sitting right before my eyes was almost overwhelming.

Pinkie slowly backed up towards me, her cheeks jiggling with each movement she made. Her itsy-bitsy teeny-weeny green scaled monsterkini was almost completely swallowed up by the cleavage, looking more like a thong than something suitable for public bathing. When her hips were hovering right above my own, she reached down and hooked a finger under her bikini bottom, pulling it to the side. She arched her back, thrusting her smooth, puffy lips out toward me proudly. A clear, warm liquid that was definitely not water dripped from them down onto my member.

Pinkie wiggled her hips seductively, making her cheeks wobble like gelatin. “Well, come on,” she said playfully. “It’s not gonna stick itself in!” Her voice broke me out of my trance, and I quickly moved to follow her lead. I reached down and grasped my member, angling it upwards toward her dripping pussy. I rubbed my head back and forth across her lips, the sensation making both of us moan.

Not having the patience to wait any longer, I pushed my tip in between her lips up to her entrance. In response, Pinkie slowly lowered herself down onto me, taking me into her tight passage one little bit at a time. She moaned and squealed with every inch deeper I went, until her hips finally came to rest on my own, my tip reaching all the way up to her cervix. She took a moment or two to catch her breath and get used to the pressure inside of her. When she was ready, she slowly raised her hips back up until only my head remained inside of her. Pausing only a moment for dramatic effect, she slammed her hips back down, the rapid penetration eliciting a loud moan from both of us.

Pinkie repeated this process over and over again, slowly lifting up until I was almost out of her, then slamming back down as forcefully as she could. Each collision of our hips sent out a loud slapping noise that echoed throughout the cavernous room. In addition, the forceful impacts sent large ripples through her plump cheeks, making them wobble for a few seconds before coming to a rest again. Pinkie gradually increased the speed of her bouncing; our hips were soon making contact for only a fraction of a second before parting again. The feel of her tight walls gripping me, the sound of her erotic wailing, and the sight of her thick butt jiggling combined to form an overwhelming sensory experience.

Watching her cheeks move so obscenely filled me with uncontrollable desire. My hands seemed to move of their own accord, reaching out and seizing hold of them roughly. I sunk my fingers into the soft flesh, kneading it like dough as she continued to bounce. Every firm squeeze made her let out another lewd moan; every pinch made her squeal adorably. Spurred on by her vocalizations, I began pulling her butt down with each of her downward thrusts. In addition, I bucked my hips upwards in time with her, making our collisions even more violent.

We kept up this up for quite a while, each of us coaxing the other to even greater heights of pleasure. Eventually though, we reached the extent of our endurance, and we were forced to let our climaxes take hold of us. Pinkie slammed her hips down one final time, the forceful thrust pinning me down against the chair. A loud, feminine scream pierced the air as I felt her walls clamp down around me and a torrent of warm liquid spray onto me. I squeezed her butt and growled as my own orgasm hit me, and I began shooting burst after burst of seed against the entrance to her womb. Our bodies trembled and shook as we rode out the waves of our orgasms, each one sending another surge of pleasure through my mind.

When our shared moment of euphoria finally started to subside, and I finished pumping every drop I could into her, our bodies finally gave out. I fell limply onto the chair behind me, while Pinkie collapsed forward onto her stomach. Both of us laid there for a while, breathing heavily and enjoying the afterglow of our lovemaking. The ever-energetic Pinkie was the first to recover, pushing herself up on her shaky limbs and slowly lifting up her hips. My member slid out of her with a lewd, wet noise and fell limply onto my stomach. A small trickle of our combined fluids leaked out of her, dribbling down onto my balls.

Pinkie slowly turned herself around to face me once again, letting me see the abnormally serene expression on her face. She glanced down between my legs and wordlessly leaned down towards the spot. She gently licked up every drop of our liquids that still coated my skin and swallowed them down. With her dextrous tongue, she soon had me as clean as ever, disregarding her saliva. When she finished, the crawled further up the chair, lying on top of me with her head resting on my shoulder.

We embraced each other weakly and laid there peacefully as we finished recovering. I lowered my head and planted gentle kisses on her forehead, while lightly stroking her back. Pinkie raised her head and met my lips with hers, and we exchanged a series of short, weak smooches. A minute later, we pulled back and gazed into each other’s eyes, smiling weakly at each other. My smile faded when I realized that I would soon have to leave her.

“I guess you’re gonna tell me I have to move on now,” I said.

Pinkie’s smile lessened a bit as well. “I really wish you didn’t have to go,” she said. “But if you stayed here with me, it wouldn’t be fair to all the other monsters you still have to beat.”

“I suppose you’re right,” I said. “So, where do I have to go next?”

Pinkie rolled over and pointed a finger towards the corner of the room at the edge of the mansion. “Just head out through the back door over there,” she said. “Once you’re outside, it’s just a hop, skip, and a jump to the garden. You should be able to see the gate once you’re out there.”

“Alright,” I said, committing her instructions to memory.

I must have had a wistful expression on my face as I looked back at her, as she tried to comfort me. “Don’t worry, baby,” she said. “You’ll see me again real soon. I promise.”

“I look forward to it,” I said, leaning in and giving her one last deep kiss.

“See you later, alligator,” she said when we parted again.

“In a while, crocodile,” I said.

Begrudgingly, I hauled myself out from under Pinkie and back up onto my feet. A moment of dizziness passed as my blood readjusted itself for my new position. Reaching down, I pulled my clothing back up to its proper place. I was a bit damp after my romp with Pinkie, but I figured that I would dry out fairly quickly if I was going outside. I turned and took one last look at Pinkie, who was stretched out on the pool chair in a seductive position. She smiled at me and gave me a wink.

I smiled back at her as I began walking away, picking up my flashlight and heading towards the corner she had indicated. Once there, I found a door that presumably led out to the back of the mansion. I took hold of the handle and slowly opened the door, stepping out into the cool night air once again. I closed the door behind me and took a deep breath, taking in the earthy scent that wafted on the breeze. When I was ready, I set off towards my next destination, and the monster I was sure to find there.

The Hasty Hound

Behind the mansion was a large, fenced-in area nestled between the trees, almost as large as the mansion itself. The fence stretched high above the ground, probably at least ten feet tall by my estimation. As I approached it, I saw that the iron beams of the fence were old and rusty, their tips bearing large, menacing spikes. I couldn’t begin to guess whether they were meant to keep people out, or to keep something else in. A tall hedge, almost as tall as the fence, surrounded the interior of the area, preventing me from seeing inside. A large metal gate was the only visible means of entrance, so I tentatively made my way towards it. To my non-surprise, I found another note attached to the fence:

You’ve made it past the halfway point, but you still have a long road ahead of you before your journey comes to an end. The owners of this estate were known for keeping a number of strange, exotic pets, but none were as fearsome as the beast that stalks this gated garden. Within, you will find a hunter unmatched in speed or stamina, armed with long claws, razor-sharp teeth, and a nose that can smell your fear. Just be glad she doesn’t have her pack with her.

I turned my gaze up to the sky and took note of the full moon hanging overhead. Taking a deep breath, I reached for the latch of the gate and opened it, slowly pushing it open with a loud creak. I tried to close the gate behind me as quietly as I could, but still ended up making a noise loud enough to alert anyone, or anything, nearby of my presence. Now that I was inside, I could see tall hedge walls growing up all over the place, forming what I realized must be a simple hedge maze. I took a few steps forward, then jumped as I heard the gate latch close behind me. I spun around, only to see that nobody was there, so I faced forward again and continued on.

I headed towards where I figured the center of the garden must be, weaving my way through the tall hedges. Luckily, the maze was not complex enough to seriously confuse me, clearly having been constructed more for decoration than to provide a serious challenge. After only a few corridors, I turned a corner and emerged into a large, open area at what I assumed must be the center of the maze. The area was dotted with flowerbeds and planters, all arranged around a large, stone fountain in the center. I imagined it would have been a beautiful sight if the plants had not been shriveled dead husks and the fountain had not been cracked and lifeless.

I slowly advanced towards the fountain, surveying my surroundings. On each side of the inner garden was another entrance back into the hedge maze, each of which looked indistinguishable from the others. The grass on the ground was patchy, large spots covered only by dead, brown grass, and some by none at all. A plethora of dead leaves coated the ground, making each of my footsteps crunch loudly no matter how cautiously I moved. Reaching the fountain, I saw that it was covered with dirt and moss, the small stone statue at its apex barely recognizable as a wolf.

As I stood there admiring the stonework, I heard the sound of a twig snapping behind me. Instantly, I was on edge, my heartbeat accelerating and my palms sweating. Getting flashbacks to my experience at the pool, I slowly turned and looked behind me. Standing at the entrance to the maze where I had come from was the next monster I was meant to defeat. Her blue skin covered a lean, fit body, a body built for chasing down prey. She was poised with her legs bent and her arms at the ready, as if preparing to pounce.

Above her bare feet were a pair of slender, toned legs which made it painfully obvious who the faster of us was. The only clothing she wore below her waist was a fur bikini bottom stretched across her hips. Looking higher, I saw her flat, toned stomach, the faint outline of her abs visible even from where I was. Her small, perky breasts were covered in a fur bikini that matched the half down below. Her hands were covered in small, furred gloves with long claws on each finger. A pair of pointed, furry ears rose up from beneath her long, rainbow-colored hair.

The wolf girl looked at me with an intense, hungry gaze, a wide smile on her lips. Her tongue snaked out of her mouth and slowly licked her lips all around. A voice inside of me was screaming at me to flee, but I could not obey, so frozen I was by fear. My flashlight slipped through the grasp of my shaky fingers and fell to the ground. When a moment had passed and neither of us had done anything, the wolf girl chuckled menacingly. “I’d start running if I were you,” she said, crouching down into a sprinting position. Snapping out of my paralysis, I turned and bolted, my limbs carrying me away as fast as they could.

I passed the fountain and ran towards the entrance to the maze opposite the one the wolf girl was standing at. I had only gone a few steps before I heard the leaves behind me begin to crunch under rapid footfalls that drew closer at a worrying pace. I managed to make it into the maze and immediately set about losing my pursuer. Blinded as I was by panic, I ran as fast as I could, sparing no time to actually think about where I was going. I turned corners blindly, cut across junctions, and did whatever I could think of to shake her. Occasionally, I risked a quick glance over my shoulder, only to see her still in hot pursuit just a short distance away. She chased me until my legs ached and my chest burned, but I dared not stop.

Eventually, I got lucky when I turned a corner and came across a small alcove near a corridor that went off in another direction. Thinking quickly, I hid in the alcove, out of sight of the path that I had been running on. I stood still as a statue and held my breath as I listened to the wolf girl reach the spot where the path branched. I heard her stop for a moment, presumably deciding which way to go. When I heard her utter a frustrated grunt and bolt off in the other direction, I relaxed, breathing a sigh of relief. I took a few seconds to catch my breath, then tentatively stepped out of my hiding place and ran back the way I came from.

Now that I had a moment to think, I decided to try making my way back to the front gate. Even if it was locked, which I imagined it probably was, I could still try to climb over it and escape. I had lost all sense of direction after being chased for so long, so I had trouble deciding which paths to take. In addition, the constant fear that I might turn a corner and see the wolf girl standing before me kept me from calmly analyzing my choices. After a few tense minutes of wandering, I finally emerged from the maze, but not at the gate. I turned a corner and found myself back at the center of the maze with the four identical passages out.

I stumbled forward, frantically looking around for any clue that could possibly tell me which way to go. As I stood there, I heard a voice from behind me that made my heart skip a beat. “You’re pretty fast,” the voice said. I whipped around and saw the wolf girl standing there, a smirk on her face. “But not fast enough.” Before I could react, she lunged at me, knocking me backward onto a pile of dead leaves that cushioned my fall. She straddled my hips and grabbed my arms, pinning them down on the ground next to my head.

We laid there for a moment, looking into each other’s eyes and breathing heavily. Her hungry look was gone, her face suggesting a much different sort of desire. I gulped and opened my mouth to speak. “Okay, Rainbow,” I said, “you win.”

Rainbow Dash chuckled and smiled down at me. “I think it’s time I collect my prize, then,” she said. She leaned down, kissing me deeply and intensely. Our tongues met between us and wrestled like a pair of wild dogs. I tried to pin her down, but she was too fast for me to keep up with, eventually outmaneuvering me and gently pinning my tongue down. She moaned softly into my mouth as she toyed with her prey, clearly enjoying her victory in even this contest. When she finished ravishing my mouth, she broke the kiss and pulled back, breathing heavily.

“Now that I’ve chased down my mate,” Rainbow said after catching her breath, “I think it’s time I enjoyed him.” She released my hands and crawled backward on her hands and knees, positioning herself between my legs. She quickly spun around and faced away from me, giving me a look at her tight, round butt. She reached down between her legs and grabbed her bikini, pulling it aside and exposing her smooth, puffy lips, which were visibly wet. “C’mon, alpha wolf,” she said teasingly, wiggling her hips back and forth, “your little bitch can’t wait any longer.”

Needing no further invitation, I scrambled to my knees, quickly pulling down my pants and underwear. Shuffling close to her, I grasped my stiff member and pressed the tip against her soft lips. I teased her, gently rubbing my head up and down her soft, moist flesh and making her moan. When I was covered with her juices, I pressed my tip up against her entrance and slowly pushed myself into her. Rainbow gasped as I penetrated her, moaning loudly as I slowly inched my way inside. Her passage was incredibly tight, but she was more than lubricated enough for me to advance. Eventually, my hips made contact with hers as I hilted inside of her, my tip lightly kissing her cervix.

Both of us were breathing heavily, the pleasure being intense even without movement. My hands wandered to her butt, gently squeezing her firm cheeks. While her butt was not particularly large, it was extremely dense and muscular, the product of years of dedicated exercise. Using her cheeks as handles, I slowly pulled myself back out of her, making her whimper adorably. I stopped when only my head remained inside, then reversed course and slowly pushed myself all the way back in. I continuously repeated this cycle, each stroke eliciting another soft moan from Rainbow and sending another wave of pleasure shooting through me.

I gradually increased the speed of my thrusting, causing a corresponding increase in the volume of Rainbow’s moans. She soon began thrusting her hips backward in time with me, making our hips collide with a lewd slapping noise. When we got into a good rhythm, I leaned forward, pressing my stomach against her back and placing my hands on the ground to support myself. I placed my head next to hers, licking and kissing her on her shoulder, her neck, and behind her ear. Rainbow soon turned her head and pressed her lips against mine, kissing me deeply while we continued to thrust against one another.

As we kissed, I raised one of my hands to her chest and pulled aside one of the cups of her bikini, exposing her pert breast and the small nipple on it. I took the breast in my hand, squeezing it gently and making her moan loudly into my mouth. I felt her rock-hard nub brush against my skin; I took it between my fingers and lightly twisted it, eliciting a sharp squeal. Rainbow increased the speed of her thrusting as I played with her, my touch seemingly spurring her on. When I felt I had given her breast enough tender loving care, I switched arms, pulling back the other side of her bikini and giving her other breast the same attention I had given the first.

The rocking of our bodies and the stream of moans emanating from Rainbow’s mouth eventually forced us to break our kiss, but I continued to nuzzle her neck. We had been going at it for several minutes when I realized that I was rapidly approaching my climax. Judging from the intensity of her vocalizations and the forcefulness of her thrusting, I estimated that she wasn’t far off either. Placing both of my hands on the ground for stability, I began thrusting into her as quickly and as forcefully as I could, sending her lurching forward with each collision. Not to be outdone, she thrust back against me just as quickly, the slapping of our hips rising in volume.

It took only a few more moments of intense activity before we reached our peaks, both of us falling over the edge as the same time. We slammed ourselves together one last time, pushing me as deep as I could go. My body tensed and I grunted loudly as I began pumping my seed into her. Her body shook and her walls clamped down around me, milking me of every drop they could. I felt a tidal wave of warm juices flow from her lower lips, coating my skin. Rainbow threw her head back and let out a mighty scream that slowly morphed into a noticeably lupine howl.

We stayed like that while we rode out the shockwaves of our shared orgasm. But eventually, my reserves ran dry, and my shaky limbs could no longer support me. I collapsed down onto Rainbow, who only managed to support my weight for a brief moment before she too collapsed down onto the soft ground just below us. We laid there for a while, both of us too mentally and physically exhausted to do anything but enjoy the afterglow of our union. When I had recovered enough to move again, I summoned my strength and slowly pulled myself out of her, Rainbow whimpering softly as my head popped out.

I flopped down on my back beside her, staring up at the night sky above us. Rainbow crawled up against me, and I turned my head to look at her. She had a dreamy look in her eye and a weak smile on her lips. We leaned in and pressed our lips together in gentle, but passionate kiss. When we pulled apart, she gave me a mischievous smile and began crawling backwards down my body. When she was face-level with my member, she leaned in and lazily licked me clean, swallowing down every drop of both my and her own juices. Once she had finished, she lightly nuzzled me, planting gentle kisses on my shaft and my balls.

“I wish we could stay like this all night,” I said softly, reaching down and gently petting her head.

Rainbow pulled her sticky face back and smiled up at me. “Me too,” she said. “But you got places to be, hotshot.”

“And more monsters to beat?” I said.

“Exactly,” she said.

“Alright,” I said, smiling down at her. “Where am I going next?”

“Head back out through the gate and walk around to the back of the garden,” she said. “You’ll know it when you see it.”

“Okay,” I said, somewhat confused by her vague directions. “Um...which way’s the gate again?”

“That way,” she said, nodding towards one of the maze entrances.

“Right,” I said. Rainbow sat up to allow me to get back up on my feet. While I readjusted my clothing, Rainbow stood as well and approached me. We leaned in and gave each other one last parting kiss before I left.

“See ya, tiger,” she said, smiling at me.

“See ya, Dashie,” I said, smiling back.

I managed to tear myself away from her and begin my walk back out of the garden, retrieving my flashlight from where it had fallen on the way. Taking the path she had indicated, I soon managed to find my way out, due to no longer being under the stress of being chased. Approaching the gate, I saw that the latch had been undone, allowing me to pull the gate open again. I stepped out of the garden and took a deep breath to clear my head. Turning to the side, I began my long walk around the perimeter to wherever my next destination was.

The Fearful Pharaoh

The soft light of the moon overhead lit my way as I slowly walked along the fence. The trees drew nearer as I reached the corner of the fenced-in area, rounding it and heading towards the back of the garden. There were only a few yards of distance between the fence and the tree line, enough space for me to walk comfortably, but little enough that the twisted branches were never far away. I quickened my pace, wanting to get where I was going as soon as possible and get away from the shadowy trees. It wasn’t long before I rounded the next corner and reached the back edge of the garden, where my destination laid before me.

Nestled at the edge of the trees, several yards from the fence, was a large, wooden shed. The shed looked to be about twenty feet wide, and extended back towards the trees a bit less than that, although it was hard to tell. The boards that made up its exterior were visibly old and rotten, large holes visible in certain spots. Its roof was in a similar state, looking as if it could collapse inward at any moment. Several broken windows dotted its walls, showing only darkness within. On the side facing the garden was a wooden door with a rusty handle and hinges. Approaching the door, I saw yet another note attached to its surface:

The end of your mission is in sight, but you are not out of the woods yet. Long ago, powerful monarchs ruled over the great kingdoms of the desert, enjoying wealth and splendor in both life and death. Long after their empires crumbled, their tombs were raided by eager explorers who carted their shriveled bodies away for the sake of fame and fortune. One of those queens made her way here, hidden away out of fear of the terrible curse that was said to afflict those who disturbed her rest. Enter her lair and confront her...if you dare!

I tentatively placed my hand on the door handle and pushed the door open with an ominous creak. I carefully stepped over the threshold into the pitch-black building, shining my light at the ground to ensure I didn’t trip on anything. I had only gone a few feet in when I heard the door slam shut behind me, cutting off the meager amount of moonlight that had been streaming in. I jumped at the sound, but recovered quickly, having gotten used to such things by that point. Taking a deep breath to calm myself, I looked around the room, using my flashlight to examine its contents.

Most of the space was taken up by old wooden crates and barrels of various size and shape. Some of the containers were open, allowing me to peer inside them and examine their contents. I saw many strange, ancient-looking objects such as clay jars decorated with animal heads, ornate talismans shaped like ankhs and eyes, and statues of tall, slender cats. Hanging on the walls at certain spots were several old candle lanterns, all of them cold and lifeless. The most interesting thing in the room, however, was the large gold sarcophagus laying against the far wall.

I attempted to approach the sarcophagus via a small path that led through the crates to the back wall. I had only taken a few careful steps forward when, all of a sudden, the lanterns on the wall sprung to life, seemingly all on their own. The room was immediately bathed in their soft, flickering light, which sent eerie shadows dancing along the walls. Despite being covered in dust, the golden sarcophagus reflected the candlelight, its surface seeming to shimmer hypnotically. I forced my legs to carry me forward towards it so that I could get a better look.

The sarcophagus was laying down on its back, oriented parallel to the back wall. Its surface was decorated with patterns and scenes rendered in soft, pastel colors that were reminiscent of spring flowers. Images of animals were carved into its side, the subjects ranging from the ferocious to the adorable. On the heavy lid was carved the likeness of a young woman with a sweet, gentle face and long hair. Her serene countenance might have put me at ease if I had not been in the situation I was in.

I was standing a few feet from the sarcophagus, silently examining it, when I was startled by a loud thud that came from inside it. I jumped backward, wondering if what I had heard was real, or merely a figment of my imagination. Another loud thud soon followed, answering my question for better or worse. The noise sounded as if someone, or something, was pounding on the lid from the inside, trying to force its way out. I stood there, frozen in fear as the noise continued, the pounding growing louder and more frequent.

Right as I was wondering whether to turn tail and run, I heard one last mighty blow and saw the lid of the sarcophagus pop up into the air a few inches. The lid slowly moved away from me towards the back wall, until its great weight sent it toppling over the edge and down onto the ground with a loud boom. A tense moment passed as I stared at the now-open sarcophagus, dreading what might emerge from within it. Fortunately, or unfortunately, depending on one’s perspective, I didn’t have to wait long to meet its occupant.

A human figure slowly rose up over the edge of the sarcophagus, sitting up from a lying-down position. The figure was undeniably that of a woman, made obvious by the enormous breasts hanging from her chest. The half of her body that I could see was completely covered in strips of cloth which hugged her form closely and showed off her feminine curves. I had only a short moment to take this in before she slowly rotated her head, facing directly at me. Her face was wrapped up similarly to the rest of her body, only a single eye peeking out from within the cloth.

“Who disturbs my slumber?” moaned the woman slowly. Her ominous tone sent a shiver down my spine and shocked me out of my stupor. As the woman grabbed the sides of the sarcophagus and slowly rose to her feet, I began backing up, never taking my eyes off of her. She slowly stepped out of the sarcophagus and onto the floor of the shed, letting me see her in her entirety.

The lower half of her body was covered in cloth just like her top half, her only other garb being a pair of sandals on her petite feet. Her moderately plump legs led up to decently wide hips and a flat stomach. Her enormous breasts were larger than those of any other monster I had encountered that night, needing a significant amount of cloth to contain them. She slowly raised her slender arms, holding them out towards me as if to reach out and grab me. She began to shamble towards me, her curvy body jiggling slightly with every shaky step she took.

“You should not have come here,” she moaned. I continued to back away from her, very conscious of how little distance there was between myself and the undoubtedly locked door behind me. “Leave now, or suffer my curse!” I quickly glanced from side to side, desperately searching for another way out. “Get out! Get out!” I took another step backwards, and my back made contact with the hard wood of the door. “Get out and stay out! Stay out! Stay out of my sh—”

Just then, her sandal caught on the edge of one of the floorboards and she tripped, falling forward towards me. Her words were cut off by a yelp of surprise, one which sounded very familiar to me. Without thinking, I dropped my flashlight and lunged forward, holding out my arms and catching her before she fell face-first onto the hard floor. The impact forced me down onto my knees, and we ended up kneeling on the floor together. Her face was pressed against my chest and her arms clutched me tightly.

An awkward silence passed between us as we knelt there, unsure of what to do next. I was about to open my mouth and try saying something when I detected the sound of soft crying. I gently grasped her shoulders and pushed her back a bit. Her single exposed eye was closed, tears flowing forth from it. I raised a hand to her face and gently pulled the cloth coverings off of her face, revealing her smooth, yellow skin, her quivering lips, and her other moist eye.

“Fluttershy, what’s wrong?” I said softly, but urgently. “Are you hurt?” Fluttershy sniffled and shook her head, but said nothing. “Are you scared?” I placed a hand aside her face and gently stroked her cheek.

“No,” said Fluttershy in a shaky voice, continuing to sob softly.

“Well then...what is it?” I said in the most comforting tone I could muster. “Tell me. Please.”

Fluttershy attempted to take a deep breath in between her sobs, then spoke again. “It’s just...we all spent so much time setting this up,” she said, sniffling again. “I just wanted to do a good job. I just wanted to be scary, like the other girls were. But I just messed everything up in the end.” She lets out a loud sob, fresh tears falling from her eyes. “There’s nothing scary about a mummy who trips and falls.”

“Hey, it’s alright, Fluttershy,” I said, gently pulling her into a hug. Fluttershy wrapped her arms around my shoulders and buried her face in my neck, still crying. I held her and rubbed her head while shushing her softly. “Everyone makes mistakes. The important thing is you didn’t get hurt. That’s all I care about.”

“But I...I wasn’t scary,” she said.

“Now that’s just not true,” I said. “When you climbed out of that thing and started coming at me, I almost had a heart attack.”

Fluttershy’s crying died down slightly, and she raised her head to look at me. “You...you mean it?” she said.

“I sure do,” I said, smiling at her. “What with this creepy shed, all the decorations, and your spooky costume, I’d say you’re the scariest monster I’ve seen all night.”

Fluttershy’s lips slowly stretched into a shaky smile and she closed her eyes. Her crying quickly died down, diminishing to only a few stray tears and a light sniffle every once in a while. When her eyes opened again, they looked happy, all traces of sadness having vanished. Fluttershy leaned in and pressed her lips against mine, kissing me gently. I kissed her back, my tongue gently moving between her lips and caressing hers. I kissed her until I heard her breathing return to normal, then pulled back and looked into her beautiful blue-green eyes.

I slowly rose to my feet, taking hold of her and lifting her back up with me. Placing my hands on her hips, I gently pushed her backwards, guiding her to a nearby crate about the same height as my hips. When her butt made contact with it, Fluttershy placed her hands on the edge and pushed herself up onto it, putting the short girl at eye level with me. I leaned in and we kissed again, more intensely than before.

While our tongues played together, I raised my hands to her chest and placed them on her large breasts. I squeezed them gently, making Fluttershy moan softly into my mouth. I made short work of the cloth covering her chest, her breasts soon falling free. Placing my hands on them again, I gently massaged every square inch of her soft, warm flesh that I could get at, eliciting a stream of moans from her. I cupped her breasts and lifted them up and down a few times, marveling at how heavy they were.

My fingers eventually made their way to her nipples, drawing circles around her large areolae. I slowly moved inward, my fingers soon brushing up against her thick nubs. I raised my thumbs and placed them on the tips of her nipples, pressing down on them gently and eliciting a sharp moan. I spent a while teasing her nipples, rolling them around, lightly pinching them, and twisting them slightly. Our lips parted as Fluttershy’s breathing became heavier and her moans became more frequent.

Fluttershy moved one of her hands down between her legs and stroked herself through the cloth. I sent one of my own hands down to join hers and felt how wet the cloth covering her pussy was. Reaching under the strips of cloth, I pulled them aside, exposing her drenched lips. We worked together to massage her puffy pussy, coaxing a steady stream of juices from her. When I felt she was suitably warmed up, I moved my hands down to my pants, quickly sending them and my underwear sliding down my legs to my ankles.

Fluttershy scooted forward and spread her legs as I grasped my stiff member and pressed it up against her lips. I rubbed my tip up and down a few times to ensure it was properly lubricated, making her moan softly. We pressed our faces together and looked into each other’s eyes as I gently thrust my hips forward, sending my tip past her soft, inner folds and through her entrance. An adorable squeak escaped her throat as I pushed into her tight passage, slowly inching my way through the firm grip of her walls. It took a while, due to both her tightness and my desire to be gentle with her, but I eventually hilted inside of her, our hips pressing together and my tip kissing her cervix.

While I paused to let her get used to the pressure, Fluttershy wrapped her arms around my neck and her legs around my hips, squeezing me tightly. My hands wandered down to her butt, gently massaging her cheeks. While her butt was not as large as Applejack’s or Pinkie’s, it was incredibly soft, just like every other part of her. Grasping her firmly, I gave a mighty heave and lifted her up off of the crate. I took a few steps backward and adjusted my grip, pulling her against me and smooshing her breasts against my chest. Despite being such a voluptuous girl, she felt as light as a feather, which meant that I would be able to keep her aloft for quite a while.

When I had taken a steady stance, I lifted her up by her butt while pulling my hips back, slowly drawing myself out of her. I stopped when only my head remained inside of her, holding her still for a moment. After a suitably dramatic pause, I lowered her quickly, allowing gravity to pull her back down onto my shaft. Fluttershy squealed loudly as I plunged back into her at rapid speed, our hips colliding with a soft slap. I repeated this process again and again, slowly lifting her up into the air, then letting her fall back down onto me. I soon got my hips involved as well, thrusting up into her in time with her falls.

I gradually increased the speed of my thrusts, each one drawing another lewd noise from Fluttershy’s lips. She eventually started helping out by squeezing her legs on each thrust, pulling me into her as much as she could. We kept up our lovemaking for several minutes, my thrusts eventually becoming forceful enough to send her shooting back up as soon as our hips made contact. She had her face buried in my neck, allowing me to hear every squeak, moan, and whimper that she made. Soon enough, her loud vocalizations and her frantic humping let me know that she was not far off from her climax; I was not that far off either.

Summoning all of my strength, I commenced my final sprint, pounding her quickly and intensely. Fluttershy’s moans quickly rose in volume, before finally reaching their crescendo with a loud, drawn-out scream. She locked her legs around me just as I delivered one last powerful thrust, trapping me inside of her with my tip at the entrance to her womb. I grunted loudly and held her tight as I reached my own climax, the dam of my endurance crumbling and allowing a flood of pleasure to wash over me. Her walls clamped down around me as I pumped my seed into her, milking me of every drop they could. Her body shook and spasmed as she came; my own shaky limbs barely managed to hold her aloft through it all.

We rode out the waves of our orgasms together as they gradually diminished. When my exhausted member finally ran dry, I stumbled forward on my weak legs and gently set Fluttershy back down on the edge of the crate. We leaned against each other and embraced as we recovered, enjoying the waning afterglow. Our loud, heavy breathing slowly diminished, eventually returning to a normal intensity. Grasping her hips, I slowly pulled myself out of her, her walls squeezing me as if to prevent my departure. My head popped out of her with a lewd, wet noise, and she let out a soft moan.

Fluttershy loosened her arms and pulled back her head, looking at me with a tired, but happy expression on her face. We leaned in and shared a gentle, but passionate kiss, pulling back a short while later. She placed her hands on the crate and pushed herself off of it, sliding down onto her feet; I stepped back to make room for her. Her gaze drifted downward for a moment, before she looked back up at me with a sweet smile. She slowly knelt down before me, leaning in towards my member and tentatively cleaning it with her tongue. I looked down at her and gently rubbed her head as she dragged her tongue over my sensitive skin, licking up the fluids that covered it.

When she finished, she planted a gentle kiss on my tip then gently pulled my clothing back into place. She rose back up to her full height, which was still much shorter than me. We embraced and pressed our faces together, looking into each other’s eyes and smiling. “You know,” I said softly, “you were pretty brave to wait for me all alone in the dark like that.”

Fluttershy blushed and averted her gaze. “It...was a little scary,” she said. “But I was able to get through it because...” She looked back at me. “I knew you’d be coming for me soon.” I leaned in and gave her a short peck on the lips.

“I guess I have to go now,” I said wistfully. Fluttershy’s smile faltered and she nodded weakly. “You sure you’ll be alright if I leave?”

Fluttershy’s smile widened again. “It’s okay,” she said. “I’m not scared anymore.” I smiled and gave her a kiss on her forehead. “Head back to the mansion. Go though the door at the back of the house to get to the cellar. That’s your last stop.”

“I’ll see you again soon, won’t I?” I said.

“You will,” she said. “You’re almost done.”

I forced myself to release her and began walking backwards towards the door, picking up my flashlight on the way. “Goodbye, Fluttershy,” I said.

“Goodbye, sweetie,” she said. “And good luck.”

I tore my gaze away from her and turned to the door, soon reaching it and pushing it open. As I left, I looked over my shoulder and took one last look at her. She smiled at me and gave me a small wave. I smiled back and her and nodded before stepping through the door and shutting it behind me. I turned away from the shed, looking up at the top of the mansion poking up over the garden. I took a deep breath, then began the last leg of my journey, heading towards my final destination to face my final adversary.

The Fiery Fiend

The journey between the shed and the mansion did not feel nearly as long as it had going the other way. As I walked along the rusty fence of the garden, I felt strangely at ease, the spooky atmosphere no longer having an effect on me. The pale moonlight streaming down seemed brighter, the old, twisted trees seemed friendlier, and the wind did not feel nearly as cold. Perhaps it was because my confidence had been boosted by my victories over six terrifying, albeit beautiful, monsters. Perhaps it was because I knew that I had only one last monster to defeat before my I completed my mission, and I had a good idea of who that monster would be. Whatever the reason, I marched quickly and confidently to my final destination.

When I finally rounded the garden and walked back to the mansion proper, I was able to get a good look at its backside. The building looked no less impressive from the back as it had from the front, but was in a similar state of disrepair. The old, moldy windows that dotted its surface were the only visible means of entry back into the building, no doors being present. Upon closer inspection, I did discover a large trapdoor in the ground against the wall, presumably the door to the cellar. As I approached the door, I saw the expected note attached to its surface:

You are indeed a mighty hero to have made it this far, but even you have no hope of defeating the creature that awaits you below. The six you have vanquished were merely pawns; now you must face the queen. Her irresistible body and devious charm have perverted the minds of countless men throughout the ages. She will conquer your flesh and corrupt your soul, before dragging you down to the fiery depths to be her plaything for all eternity. Step forward and face your doom, puny mortal.

I grasped the handle of the old door and slowly pulled it open, revealing a set of rickety wooden stairs leading down into a black abyss. I tentatively began my journey down, treading lightly and using my flashlight to light the steps before me. Each footfall produced an eerie creaking noise as I slowly descended into the earth. After a few tense moments, I reached he base of the stairs, my feet making contact with the hard stone floor of the cellar. I heard the loud slam of the cellar door closing behind me, but I was undeterred.

I cast my light around the room, taking in my surroundings as I cautiously advanced. The cellar was fairly large, obviously designed to service the large household that had once occupied the mansion. The space was largely empty, a few stray shelves, crates, wine racks, and various other detritus scattered around. As I went further, I began to see more unusual debris as well. Dark red stains dotted the ground in many spots, and several old pieces of parchment covered in strange symbols were strewn about. The walls were scrawled with similarly strange images, as well as what looked to be writing in a language I could not recognize.

But by far the most striking feature I could see was a large image inscribed on the floor in the middle of the cellar. The image was circular in shape, about ten feet in diameter by my estimation. A slightly smaller circle ran around the inside of it, about a foot from the outer edge. The space between the circles was decorated with strange symbols similar to those on the walls and the stray parchment. A number of candles were positioned around the circumference of the image at a set distance from each other. In the center of the image, a large pentagram had been drawn, its points reaching out to the inner circle.

As I drew near the mysterious image, the candles surrounding it suddenly sprang to life, lighting up the cellar with their faint, flickering glow. I had only a moment to ponder this before I noticed a thin layer of fog creeping along the ground out of the corner of my eye. Looking around, I saw that the fog was creeping towards me and the image from several directions, although I could not identify a source. Accompanying the fog was a very soft noise which echoed throughout the previously silent cellar. I could not identify it initially, but as it slowly grew in volume, I soon realized that it was the sound of human voices.

The voices spoke slowly and rhythmically, seemingly chanting in some strange, unknown language. The sound seemed to come from all around me, although I could see no possible source anywhere. As the sound gradually grew from a soft whisper to a loud roar that rattled my bones, the image on the ground began to glow. While scarcely brighter than the candles at first, it soon shone brightly through the thick fog that had covered it. Just as the sound of the chanting was becoming unbearably loud, the image flashed with the intensity of a spotlight, forcing me to avert my eyes from it. I heard a deep, menacing, but unmistakably feminine laugh pierce the air, and then the cellar fell silent, all light and sound cutting off in an instant.

I was a bit unnerved at being plunged back into the darkness so suddenly, but for better or worse, the light would soon return. After a tense moment, the candles on the floor lit up, illuminating the room once again. As my sight returned to me, my eyes fell upon the figure that had suddenly appeared at the center of the pentagram before me. The young woman that stood before me had yellow skin and long red hair with yellow streaks that flowed down behind her back.

On her legs were a pair of bright red, stiletto-heeled boots that ran up to her thighs and hugged her form tightly. Her upper body was covered by a tight, strapless teddy of the same color as her boots that left little to the imagination. A small, pointed tail could be seen protruding from her lower back. On her head, a pair of small, red horns poked out from beneath her hair. In one hand, she held a long, red pitchfork with barbed points; her other hand rested on her hip. She stood tall like a conquerer, her feet apart and her shoulders back, her chest thrust out towards me. Her blue-green eyes burned like fire, seeming to stare directly into my soul. Her plump lips were stretched into an evil-looking grin which sent a shiver down my spine.

Even if her menacing appearance hadn’t been enough to stupefy me, her voluptuous figure would have definitely overwhelmed both my mind and body. Every inch of her seemed to have been designed to fill those who gazed upon her with uncontrollable lust. She had a perfect hourglass-shaped body; her hips were wide, but not too wide; her waist was thin, but not too thin; the breasts that poked out above her clothing were large, but perfectly shaped. Her long legs had beautiful thighs that somehow managed to look both slender and plump at the same time.

As I stood there, mesmerized by the walking tower of sex appeal before me, she began chuckling sinisterly. “So, you finally made it,” she said in a teasing tone. “I was starting to wonder if one of my minions had managed to best you.”

“Are you kidding? Taking care of those six was a piece of cake,” I said, playing along with her.

She was visibly amused by my response. “Pretty bold words coming from someone facing the Queen of the Inferno,” she said. “Although, I suppose I should thank you. If it hadn’t been for you pumping my little monsters full of baby batter, the summoning ritual could never have been completed, and I couldn’t have come to the mortal world. Thanks to you, I’m free to roam the land, ravaging and ravishing to my heart’s content.”

“Oh no, you aren’t!” I said boldly. “I’ve already beaten six monsters tonight, and now I’m gonna make it an even seven.”

She threw back her head and cackled dramatically. “A bit cocky, aren’t we? I like that,” she said. “Tell you what, mortal, after I’m done with you, I’ll let you come back home with me and be my love slave for the rest of your afterlife. I’ll let you kiss my feet, worship my pussy, and if you’re really good, I’ll even allow to let you cum once every few moons.”

“Tempting,” I said, “but I think I’m gonna go with option two.” I tossed aside my flashlight and slowly walked towards her, stepping over the candles on the ground and into the circle.

“And that would be...?” she said, raising an eyebrow.

“I defeat you and send you crawling back to wherever you came from, Your Majesty,” I said, adding a sarcastic twinge to my final words. “Or should I call you Sunset Shimmer?” I reached the center of the circle and stood before her, less than a foot between us.

Sunset’s grin widened, but otherwise kept a straight face. “You? Defeat me? I’d like to see you try,” she said slowly and sensually, each word echoing in my ears like a gentle caress. She was a good actress, but I could see the twinge of barely restrained lust in her eyes.

A brief, but tense moment passed between us as we stood there, each of us waiting to see who would break first. In the end, the tension proved to much for both of us, our crumbling wills finally giving out. In the blink of an eye, we moved in and embraced one another, our lips locking in an intense, fervent kiss. My arms wrapped around her slender waist, pulling her in towards me and holding her tightly. Sunset tossed her pitchfork aside and wrapped her arms around my head and neck, trapping me in our kiss.

As we each fought for supremacy over the other’s mouth, I found myself amazed by her skill. She moved her tongue with the strength and precision of a masseuse, zeroing in on the most sensitive spots of my mouth and working them roughly. The energy of our kiss spread quickly, and before long, our entire bodies got involved in our passionate act. Sunset raised one of her legs and wrapped around my hip; one of my hands darted down to support it as well as to get a feel of her delicious thigh. We unconsciously humped each other, our chests squishing together and my stiff member rubbing up against her pussy, with only a few thin layers of fabric separating them.

Loud, lustful moans emanated from Sunset’s throat in response to our intimate embrace. As my hands moved down towards her butt and seized it roughly, she let out a sharp gasp and broke our kiss for a brief moment, before plunging back in with even more energy than before. My hands roamed her soft, round cheeks, exploring every inch of their curvature. Like every other part of her body, they were perfectly formed, being large enough to complement her sizable breasts without distracting from them. I sunk my fingers into her plump, feminine flesh, feeling the two solid cores of muscle that laid beneath it. As I groped, pinched, and lightly slapped the butt in my hands, a stream of delightfully lewd noises flowed from her mouth directly into mine.

While I would have enjoyed playing with her bottom for the rest of the night, the two large breasts pressing against my chest drew my attention as well. Breaking our kiss, I placed my hands on her shoulders, spun her around, and pulled her back against me in one swift motion. I leaned my head over her shoulder and nuzzled her neck while my hands moved up to her chest. My fingers soon sunk into the soft skin of her breasts, squeezing them firmly, but gently, and eliciting a pleasured cry from Sunset. A significant amount of her breasts ballooned out above her clothing, but I wanted to see them in all their glory. Slipping my fingers into the top of her teddy, I swiftly yanked it down, allowing her breasts to spill out.

The massive mammaries were large enough to fill the average woman with envy, but perky enough to retain their teardrop shape even without support. The nipples at their peaks stood tall and erect, surrounded by perfectly round areolae. My hands quickly made their way back up, cupping her breasts and massaging them tenderly. Sunset’s moans continued to fill the room as I worked my way up to her nipples. I took the little nubs between my fingers and pinched them lightly, making her gasp and shudder. As I focused on teasing her breasts, Sunset commenced her own teasing by pressing her butt back against my hips and massaging my member through my clothes.

Sunset raised one of her hands up and stroked the back of my head, while she sent her other hand down between her legs to stroke herself. We kept up like that for a couple of minutes, both of us growing longer and harder under the other’s sensual touch. Eventually, the aching in my pants became unbearable, and I decided that the time for foreplay had ended. I allowed one of my hands to continue playing with her breasts, while my other hand moved down to my waistline and undid my zipper and button. When she heard my pants and underwear slide down my legs and fall at my ankles, she reached under the bottom of her teddy and pulled the material aside, revealing her smooth, puffy pussy, which was already sopping wet.

Within seconds, I had thrust myself between her thighs, rubbing my length across her soft lips. Sunset moaned, spreading her legs and arching her back to give me easier access to her most sensitive spot. My goal in sight, I pressed my tip between her lips, lining it up with her entrance. Holding her steady, I slowly thrust my hips forward, pushing myself past her soft inner folds and into her tight passageway. A steady stream of grunts and moans flowed from both of our mouths as I fought my way through the firm grip of her walls. By the time the last inch had made its way inside of her and my tip lightly kissed her cervix, we were both breathing heavily.

If Sunset had been expecting me to stop there, however, she would have been dead wrong. Grasping one of her legs, I lifted it up and slid my arm underneath it, her knee resting in the crook of my arm. I leaned back slightly and pulled her against me so that I could more easily support her weight. I moved my free hand down to her other leg and, in one swift motion, lifted it and slid my arm underneath it just as I had the first. My hands quickly moved behind her neck, my fingers lacing together and securing my grip on her. Now locked in a full nelson, Sunset’s entire body was held aloft solely by my arms and my rock-hard member.

Spreading my legs and taking a solid stance, I slowly pulled my hips back, dragging myself out of her inch by inch. When all that remained inside was my head, I reversed course, thrusting forward and slowly burying myself back inside of her. As I continued this process, pushing myself all the way in before pulling myself almost all the way out, Sunset threw her head back and let out a symphony of moans, squeals, and breathy exclamations. Each stroke came slightly faster and slightly harder than the last, her vocalizations increasing in volume to match. I had soon worked up to a steady, rapid rhythm, her butt making a soft slapping noise each time it collided with my hips.

With the hold I had her in, I had complete control over her body, being able to thrust as quickly or as slowly as I liked, but I had no desire to take things slow. Sunset was the last monster I needed to defeat, so I had no reason to hold back any longer. Summoning every last bit of strength I had left in me, I pounded her forcefully, her voice undulating due to the constant barrage. Due to the intensity of our lovemaking, and due to us having been so riled up before we even began, it took only a few short minutes before we both neared our climaxes. Sunset’s loud moaning and squirming was my queue to finish her off, and I began pounding her with everything I had left in me. My body was weak and weary from the long night I had had, but I still managed to find the strength to push us both to our peaks and then right on over them.

With one final thrust, I hilted inside of her as we were both hit by our respective orgasms. Sunset’s long, loud scream and my own deep roar echoed throughout the room, the two distinct sounds mixing together and echoing back into our ears. Her walls clamped down around me tightly as a deluge of her warm juices flowed out of her. My aching member released a torrent of my hot, sticky seed directly at the entrance to her womb, drawing on the very last reserves I still had in me. A surge of energy filled my muscles, giving me the strength to hold up her quivering body as well as keep myself on my feet as the waves of pleasure washed over us.

We lasted an impressively long time under the physical and mental strain, but even we had our limits. As I pumped my last drop inside of her, I felt Sunset’s body fall limp, hanging in my arms like a rag doll. My hands parted and I slowly lowered her legs back to the floor, managing to get her back on her feet before my high wore off and my exhausted limbs dropped her. She leaned backwards as I lowered her, allowing her to land firmly and keep from falling forward. We leaned into each other, each of us using the other to prop ourselves up. As we stood there, enjoying the afterglow, we weakly grasped each other, holding each other close.

Our chests heaved as we each pulled large gulps of air into out lungs to restore our exhausted muscles. As my breath calmed and the thick haze of lust clouding my mind dissipated, I leaned my head over her shoulder and planted a series of short, weak kisses on her neck and cheek. Rousing from her own stupor, Sunset took note of my touch and turned her head to face me. Our lips met in a gentle, but passionate kiss, our faces nuzzling together. When we finally broke our kiss, Sunset’s eyes fluttered open, looking into mine with a weary, but satisfied gaze.

Gently grasping her hips, I slowly pulled myself back out of her, her face contorting in pleasure as I went. As my member finally popped out of her tight grip and fell between her soft thighs, Sunset looked at me and gave me a weak smile. Several drops of our combined fluids leaked out of her, falling down onto the floor between her feet.

“So,” I whispered, “you still planning on running off?”

Sunset chuckled softly, her smile widening. “No way,” she whispered. “I’m staying right here.”

“Just what I wanted to hear,” I said, smiling back at her.

Sunset slowly spun around, facing me and pressing herself against me. Her gaze drifted downward when my semi-hard member poked her in her stomach, and she chuckled again. “Let me help you with that,” she said softly, slowly kneeling down before me. She reached forward and gently took hold of my shaft, pointing it upwards. She leaned in and began licking me clean of all the various fluids that coated my sensitive skin, swallowing down every drop. When she had done as much as she could, she gave me a gentle kiss on my tip, then helped me get my clothing back in order. As I re-buttoned and re-zipped myself, Sunset rose back to her feet, pulling her own clothing back into place to stem the leak coming from her lower lips.

We embraced once again, wrapping our arms around each other and nuzzling our faces together. “Congratulations, Mr. Hero,” she said, “you won. Now, are you ready for your reward?”

“There’s more?” I said.

“Don’t worry, hot stuff,” said Sunset, smiling. “You don’t have to work for this one.” She reached down and took my hand in hers. “Follow me.”

She turned and lead me slowly out of the summoning circle towards the back corner of the cellar. In the corner was another set of stairs leading up to a trapdoor in the ceiling, presumably leading into the mansion. We ascended the stairs, pushing open the door and stepping into the room above. The room appeared to be a kitchen, which was brightly lit by electric lamps, giving it a much friendlier appearance than the rest of the mansion. We approached a door at the far end of the room, from which the faint sound of voices and music emanated.

Sunset opened the door and we stepped through it into a large ballroom with a high ceiling. The room was lit brightly like the kitchen, thanks to a combination of moonlight streaming through the large windows, a number of candelabras and chandeliers, and the occasional electric lamp. A long table dominated the room, it surface covered by a smorgasbord of festive foods both savory and sweet. A set of large speakers against the wall pumped a stream of lively holiday music into the air, banishing any lingering macabre feelings from my mind. Streamers, balloons, and other such party decorations were scattered liberally throughout the room.

I recognized the room’s occupants as the other six monsters I had encountered that night, all of whom were either nibbling on tasty treats, dancing to the music, or simply chatting with each other and sipping punch. The girls still wore their costumes, although they had evidently made an effort to clean themselves up a bit and make themselves somewhat presentable.

As Sunset and I strolled into the room, Twilight took notice of us. “There you guys are!” she said, smiling at us.

“So you slowpokes finally decided to show up, huh?” said Rainbow Dash teasingly.

“Y’all had us worried for a little bit,” said Applejack with a smile. “I was about ready to head down there and see just what you two were up to.”

“Yeah right,” Sunset chuckled. “I bet you just wanted to watch the show, didn’t you?”

“That wasn’t the...only reason,” said Fluttershy timidly, her cheeks reddening.

“So...” said Rarity, sidling up to me and giving me a knowing look, “did you enjoy yourself this evening?”

“I sure did,” I said, smiling. “But as much as I loved spending time with each of you, I’m much happier now that we’re all here together.”

“Aww, come here you big softie!” said Pinkie Pie, bounding up and pulling me into an embrace. “Group hug!”

Within seconds, the seven beautiful girls had pulled me into the center of a massive hug, their soft, warm bodies pressing up against me. As I looked around at my best friends in the world, I found myself overcome by a profound sense of gratitude for having them in my life. “I love you girls,” I said softly, looking around and giving each of them a quick peck on the lips.

“We love you too, big guy,” said Sunset.

“Alright, enough sappy stuff,” said Rainbow. “Let’s get back to the party!”

And so we did. The eight of us spent the rest of the night eating, dancing, joking, and playing party games, including a particularly saucy game of spin the bottle. By the time the soft rays of the sun filtered through the windows, we were exhausted, but we were all unquestionably happy with the spooky night we had shared together.