Harem Scare-Him

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.