Flash Story Collection

(Commission for: NobleBrony. This one is a follow up, done several weeks later, wherein we rejoin the pegasus from the first story, inside their room, and find out just why people like this inn. It's mostly because sex...and this is the story that made me rate the whole thing as Adult. Still, interesting times, as the guy gets gang banged by a trio of demonesses while inside her. 20 USD)

The room was warm, pleasantly so, rather than the hot and humid thing one might expect, given where he was. Before him, the walls and floor were covered in a sheen, while lights hung in ripples in the ceiling, casting a variety of colored lights on the scene before him, giving it an almost party like glare, as he rolled over in his bed, and tried to get to sleep.

It...wasn't working. Like at all. This was so dumb. So very, very dumb. He'd been expecting this whole thing to be some kind of trick, like one of those 'merpony' shows in backwaters like Appleloosa or Ponyville. Instead, he'd found a living demon thing, one that just set all his senses on edge, and he'd allowed her to eat him, even paying her for the privilege.

And yet...this place was kind of cool. Not like, the best accommodations in the city. It lacked any kind of environmental controls, there obviously wasn't a view from anywhere, and he could swear the place was swaying slightly, though he was almost certain that last was some kind of placebo effect or something but he couldn't be sure, and it was just grating at his nerves.

He was just about to get up, and decide to leave, tell her to keep his money, after all, she'd fulfilled her end of the bargain, and he'd just go somewhere else for the night, maybe even just sort of start flying home. He felt like he could make it, his wings were strong and everything, but that was when he realized his wings were extended...like full and hard sort of thing.

While wingboners weren't exactly real things, just like that whole rumor of tickling a unicorn at the tip of their horn or that thing about earthpony's being sensitive at the ends of their hooves, it was still something of a half truth. Wings got hard due to bloodflow, and right now, his were hard enough that he could feel the beating of his heart on his back through them.

Confused, the stallion looked around, only to catch a whiff of a sweet scent, something strong, and hard, that had him moan, as it filtered through his nostrils and into his brain, making it hard to focus, even as he tried to fight it, tried to sit up, and tried to escape, only to instead watch intently, as the walls of his room sort of opened up.

He hadn't noticed before, but there was no door into his room, just the exit in the ceiling. Still, the walls sort of folded in on themselves, bits pulling away like curtains, and within moments, three versions of the demoness were standing before him, their bodies slick and shimmering with body fluids, ones that smelled sweet, and sent shivers up his spine, even as he tried to fight them off.

He was almost, nearly aware of what was going on, by the time one of them moved, smirking at him, trying to giggle, but it came off as a laugh. Somewhere, deep, in the back of his mind, he knew this was a show of some kind, something being put on for his benefit. She wasn't enjoying this...well no more than as an amusement, but she was trying to convince him this was a thrill for her.

The covers of his bed pulled him tightly down, and he felt part of them unwind, the covers pressing tightly against him, holding him down, as a patch sort of ripped apart in them, and soon the stallion was very, very aware that he was having a regular boner, on top of his wingboner, as the shaft peeked free thanks to the hole in the covers.

He didn't struggle...not really anyway. A few token pulls, mostly just repositioning himself so he was more comfortable, as she grew closer...one of her grew closer, and then slipped onto the bed with him, the weight of her body pressing into the mattress, as her cloven hooves gently pressed into his side, running their sharp edges along the meeting place of his body and the soft cushion.

When she was done, he was sealed even more tightly to the bed, unable to move at all, as she leaned forward, her tongue lolling out, and her hot breath pouring over his manhood, making him wince, thinking that, with those sharp gleaming fangs, she was about to do something most unpleasant to him, as he shut his eyes, and tried to brace for it.

Then her tongue touched his flesh, and he felt...it was hard to describe. Vice and Virtue, Sin and Saint, and all sorts of other words came to mind, as the feeling, the sensation of her licking up and down his manhood like it was a candy cane just made him shiver, giving him little room to think of anything else, as his body tried to pull away, to find some relief.

Instead, he found the other two copies of her, having slipped up unnoticed, and now standing beside him, their hooves on the bed, as they started to lick his neck, their soft, supple tongues, running through his fur, the members pressing into the sides of him, his heartbeat pushing back against hers where their flesh met, and causing him to feel like his heart was about to give out.

The one at his loins did not allow him to forget about her, of course, instead moving her tongue over him, and then, with a pop, pulling away, leaving his manhood hanging in front of him, slick with spit, and looking like it was about to explode with the throbbing pressure inside, a pressure she apparently wanted to share, as she pulled herself all the way onto the bed, and then, with the help of the other two, onto him.

She was smiling at him, this time a genuine thing, one that made him feel...accepted, before her lower body slammed into his, her lower lip parting around his manhood, as she jammed herself down hard onto the shaft, and made him cry out, just in time over the other two to kiss at the side of his face, and the third to pull back, just enough to rub the sides of his manhood with the insides of her womanhood.

It was enough...it was more than enough, as his hooves started to pound into the bed, and he found himself releasing into her. And releasing again. And again. It felt like hours passed, as he let loose all his feelings into her body, and when he was done, when every bit had been drained, he collapsed back onto the bed, which the three versions of her pulled away from, the one who'd straddled him, kissing him goodnight, as the bed itself repaired the hole in the sheet of his manhood, and he found himself passing out, falling into darkness, spent...but somehow, satisfied.