Hardy Oats was quivering like a dry leaf, fear written all over his hard face. It was an expression the veteran general was entirely unfamiliar with, but which forced itself onto his features like water down a broken dam. He stood before the throne, his hands holding his general's baton and fiddling around with it. The stallion didn't dare meet the eyes of his new suzerain.

"So, we lost Las Pegasus..." Scortatus words sounded innocuous. Almost apathetic, as if he was just given the news which hoofball team had won. The Overlord reclined on the throne, naked as the day he was created. His dark-red skin shining in the sunlight, like he had been oiled. His abs so chiseled, one could grind meat on them.

Even Hardy Oats felt involuntary arousal, being in the presence of the demon, which made his situation not easier. He nodded. "Y-Yes...the rebels have taken Mayor Glatter captive and the city is more or less in their hands..."

"And the armies response..?"

"W-We are raising stallions by the thousands. We should be ready to dispatch them in a month's time. I-I personally will lead them and-"

Scortatus raised a single finger and Oats shut his mouth. The Overlord grimaced and then groaned in annoyance. "One month...by Tartarus, you are slow. That is your response time!?"

The general swallowed, fidgeting with his baton. "I sincerely apologize, but we have committed all our standing forces to the south and north. N-Not to mention having to defend against the rebels in Manehattan and...and..."

"Uuugh...alright, that's it." Scortatus clapped his hands and two mages from the Academy stepped forward. They had been waiting the entire time in the hall, while the audience had been held. "Bring him to the Enhancement Chamber. Tell Haze to use the 13th formula."

General Oats now visibly panicked, trying to rush towards Scortatus, but was being caught by the mage's telekinesis. "N-No, please, your excellency! I can fix this! Just give me time. I will personally go to Las Pegasus and--"

"But you will, general." Scortatus gave him a bored smile. "This isn't a punishment. I just recognize your deficiencies and will make sure, they are removed. Believe me, once Haze has done his work, you will feel reborn." The general kept begging for mercy, even as he was dragged out of the throne room. His desperate cries were silenced, once the heavy doors slammed shut behind him.

A bit of silence followed, only to be interrupted by Scortatus groaning loudly again. He leaned back on the throne and rolled his eyes. "Well, so much for that. One month...seriously, Celestia...was an actual army really too much to ask for?" He looked over to the side.

Celestia kneeled next to the throne, that had once been hers. She was clad in a tiny red bikini, whose top resembled gift-wrapping over her huge boobs, while the bottom was so thin, one could see her cameltoe. A collar around her neck showed her subservience and new rule as a royal concubine.

She frowned, not looking at Scortatus. "There had not been the need for a large army. Equestria was better protected by treaties and diplomacy. Too strong to be an easy target, but not too powerful to be perceived as a threat," she explained.

"Well, didn't help you against me."

She threw him a look. "Would it have helped?"

Scortatus scratched his chin and chuckled. "Not really. Actually would have made it easier, really."

"Then I rest my case."

The demon considered her words, before nodding. "Point taken. And besides, wouldn't want this to be too easy, anyway. Otherwise, there would be really any sense of accomplishment, when I have turned this country into a cum-stained, pussy-dripping fuckhole."

"Then why punish him?", asked Celestia, nodding at the door, through which general Oats had been dragged.

"I'm not."

"You said..."

"I said, that his deficiencies would be dealt with. His flabby body will be strengthened, his confidence restored and Haze will add a few more things that will make him much more capable. The general will thank me, once they are done with him."

Celestia couldn't hide her distaste, but at least managed to turn away as to show it too openly. "I'm sure, he will be happy to have his personality altered. To not recognize himself anymore..."

Scortatus smile didn't go away, as he looked at her. For a moment, nopony said anything. Silence stretching over the throne room. It itself had changed in the two weeks, the demon had taken over. The stained windows now had been morphed, their scenes of equestrian bravery and triumphs now changed into debauched scenes of perversion and submission. Celestia kneeling before a group of zebras and letting them cum over her naked body. The Elements of Harmony getting violated by thick tentacles. Nightmare Moon lap-dancing before a crowd of demons.

"That last one is actually true, by the way."

Celestia looked up to Scortatus, who grinned as he pointed at the window depicting a lewd Nightmare Moon. The alicorn stared at it. It was almost mild in depravity, compared to the others. But what he implied...

"I send her to the moon..."

"Well, technically you sealed her away with a banishment spell. That, and Tartarus is a meta-physical place more than anything. It connects to many things, contains many beings." The demon showed her his toothy grin, lazily jerking off his massive shaft. "And let's just say that Moon and I established a rather...fun relationship."

Celestia's expression was torn between pain and horror, as she realized that she hadn't sent her sister into exile, but into the hands of debauched demons for a thousand years. She visibly had to control herself, to not break out in tears. And worst of all, her bikini-bottom began to get damp and her nipples stiff, despite herself. She covered both with her arms, in a vain attempt to hide it from the Overlord.

Scortatus of course noticed anyway, but he didn't comment on it. Instead, he leaned back and reminisced. "If it helps, I only raped her once. Something like a welcome gift. She was quite feisty and we eventually hit it off quite well. I'm pretty sure she enjoyed her time with us. Clearly not enough to stay, obviously."

Before he could continue, something grabbed his attention. Celestia felt it, too. A ripple in the aether, as multiple presences began to be pulled into the throne-room. They were mere shades, simple shadows resembling their real selves, sealed away in Tartarus.

"Ah...look who is here." Scortatus grinned, though there was a dangerous glint in his eyes. "Good to see you all so punctual. I must say, you've been quite busy with our dear Twilight, right?"

He stood up, his frame towering over the shades, which shied away. They parted before him, fear in the air. Celestia herself shuddered, as she could feel subdued anger seep from the Overlord. One shade stood before him, definitely. Scortatus stopped before it, his smile now hungry and tense.

"Helping her? Defying your purpose and aiding her in fighting me? How dare you!?" He snarled and his magic flared, grabbing the shade and lifting it up. It choked, shuddered, and spasmed under his grip, as Scortatus reached through it and tormented the real demon behind it. "Must I remind you, who is the one able to end your prison? Who has given you all the first real entertainment for millennia? Who, out of all things who live, is even slightly interested in getting you guys out of Tartarus!?"

His eyes oozed flames and his smile had turned into an angry, terrifying snarl. He reached out, his hand grabbing the sides of the shades and tugging at it as if he tried to rip it apart. "You think Twilight, even at her worst, would permit you all from running free!? You think this notorious paragon will be a better alternative than me!?"

His muscles tensed, the shades quivered in fear and agony. The light slowly vanished and dark tendrils of demonic magic creeped out of the unseen corners, grasping for any soul present. Scortatus fingers dug into the shade before him, it slowly ripping apart under his grip. Empty, inaudible screams coming from it.

Then he laughed amused.

As quickly as it had vanished, the light came back. The tendrils dissipated and Scortatus led the shade go, it collapsing on the ground. The True Demon chuckled as if he had just made a funny joke. "By Myself, you guys got balls. Then again, what did I expect from my fellow demons?"

He looked around, a mischievous glimmer in his eyes, as he watched the terrified, confused shades around him. "What!? Did you actually believe me angry? Hah! I put in Twilights mind in the first place, I knew what you were up to the entire time. If I would be against it, I would have stopped you from the start."

He walked back to his throne. Lazily sitting back on it, his legs over the side, he grinned. "If you rather have poor Twilight give the whole heroine-thing another shot, sure. Be my guest. I agreed to this bet because it would be fun, amusing. You all just do your part for that."

He gave them a wink. "Obviously, I would like it if you were trying to push her into a perverse direction anyway. Heroine or not, I think we can all agree, that it would be much more fun seeing her become so slutty, that her former self would likely die of shame. Or maybe that's just me, but I like the image of her strutting around in hotpants and net-stockings. Maybe even nipple-piercings?"

"Where were we? Oh yes, you guys trying to backstab me." He chuckled, touching his giant cock again and looking at Celestia. The alicorn closed her eyes and sighed in resignation. Then she walked over to him, before squatting before the throne. Under the eyes of the shades, she began to fondle Scortatus's massive balls and her tongue slowly lapping over his magnificent, veiny shaft. The musk was overwhelming and Celestia couldn't help herself enjoying the salty, manly taste, as she pressed her cheeks against the demonic dick.

Soon, her lips closed around the flared head, and the former ruler of Equestria began slowly bobbing up and down Scortatus's cock, covering it in shiny saliva. Juices dripped down her legs, showing that despite the humiliating situation, she couldn't help but get aroused.

"In the end, you guys can proceed however you want. However, to spice things up, I would give anyone with the best attempt to corrupt Twilight a....gift of sorts," said Scoratus, while he leaned back on his throne. "Can be anything to some lewd enhancements for your shriveled demonic bodies, to teleporting some cutie down to Tartarus for you to enjoy. See it as a...incentive."

He grinned, before clapping his hands. "Anyway, enough about that! You guys probably have questions for me. Let's hear them, alright?" He sounded excited, like a colt awaiting his Heartswarming Eve's present.

Scortatus, it is a pleasure to finally make your acquaintance. I am Zeta. First off, may I just say, very nice work with the Twilight girl, she has been every so beautifully falling directly into our hands. Though I must say, I'm rather disappointed so many brutes and immatures were granted such control over this Convent. What purpose is there to undermining such a "pure" being, if you simply force your will upon them? Much better to influence and guide them down the... proper path. But that's neither here nor there. Indeed, now that you have granted us this audience, might I inquire as to what exactly it is you've done to corrupt the sisters quite so quickly? Certainly, that must have been a challenge. I simply can't believe you would ruin your own fun by merely controlling their minds, or allowing others to do so.

"Zeta...Zeta....oh, I remember! You're that zebrican witchking, right? I actually quite liked watching your rule of terror five hundred years ago. Too bad, that the little prince had to ruin it, huh? All those curses and protections and yet all it took was one well-placed arrow. Well, at least you're in good company in Tartarus."

"As for your question...weeeeell, let's just say that after I showed that I was serious, Celestia here knew better than to defy me further. That, and you can go a long way with some nice, proper pussy-pounding~" He grinned down at the alicorn, whose eyes were glazed with barely suppressed lust, as her cheeks hollowed as she sucked his shaft. A growing puddle beneath her feet and her face burning with shame. "If it helps, Celestia, I have this effect on every mare...and stallion."

Looking back to the shade of the witchking, Scortatus smiled. "Granted, I'm lucky that she is so accommodating. Her sister on the other hand...well, I had hoped our reunion would go better, but apparently she doesn't hold the same affection for me, as her Nightmare-Self did."

As he said this, the doors to the throne-room were blasted off their hinges. Luna stepped forward, her face burning with incandescent fury. Behind her laid several guards, groaning or being visibly unconscious. Some were clearly singed. She was wearing nothing but a torn, black dress, which was in such a poor state it could barely cover her voluptuous body. Not as tall as her sister, Luna nonetheless had an amazing hourglass body, with gravity-defying G-Cup boobs and a tasty, narrow waist. Her heart-shaped ass bounced with each step and her gait had a natural sway to it.

Well, not right now, of course.

"DIE, FIEND!", bellowed the princess of the night with the Royal Voice.

Her horn glowed and a beam of lunar energy shot towards Scortatus. The demon raised his hand and the spell parted before him like the sea, impacting on the walls behind him and smashing them to bits. Luna appeared before Scortatus, having used the beam to cover her approach. In her hands a halberd, she had stolen from the guards. She swung with full force at Scortatus's head.

Scortatus stopped the blow, by grabbing the blade with his bare hand and buried his fist into Luna's stomach. the blow made her fly backwards, smashing through a nearby pillar. She flapped her wings and recovered, a glimmering star-studded aura protecting her body.

Scortatus grimaced, pulling his cock from Celestia's mouth and gently levitating her behind him. "If this is your new way of flirting with me, Moon, I have to say...it's working!", he joked and cracked his knuckles.

"That is not my name!!", screamed Luna and launched ten star-missiles at him.

Scortatus grinned and braced for impact. A dark-red aura enveloped his body just in time, as the missiles impacted with enough force to shatter stone. Shades dashed out of the way of the two immortals battling and just in time, since Luna created an ethereal spear made out of moonlight and launched another attack.

Sparks flew and the impact blew the dust away, that had been thrown up by her missiles. Her spear had been blocked by a red sword, made out of pure demonic malice. The edges of both weapons ground against each other, the heat making the air flicker.

"Honestly, Moon...even as a mere alicorn, it is so much fun sparring with you. It reminds me of the good old days, when you were humping my dick and pumping out my foa--"

Luna's fist cracked against his jaw, interrupting him. Scortatus stumbled a bit, before slowly glaring back. Blood dripped down from his lip before the cut vanished. He licked the blood and grinned. "--pumping out my foals. Wanna see them?"

He snapped his finger and a dozen portals appeared around Luna. Then hands reached out and grabbed her arms, legs, waist, and neck. Some were misshapen, others looked immaculate. They all held Luna in place with a grip as tight as steel. She struggled to break free. Then Scortatus rolled his shoulder and buried his fist again into her stomach. Her aura broke from the impact and Luna gagged, as all the air was punched out of her lungs.

A raw arcane explosion threw her back, cracking the wall behind her. Then Scortatus's horn glowed and red chains appeared all around her, binding her in place. "They are so eager to see their mommy. Some of them have grown so much...you would be proud of them. I think I'm gonna release a few of them for real. Make you catch up on things."

"Those things are not my foals!", snapped Luna, glaring defiantly at the approaching demon.

"Biology would beg to differ." Scortatus grabbed her chin and forced her to look up to him.
"Still so rebellious. Really, you make it so hard on yourself. If you would stop destroying my stuff, I wouldn't have to rape you. Heck, I would make sure you would even like it. But instead, it's always the same rough tour with you".

She spat at his face. "This isn't your stuff. You knave, you fiend, you usurper. You will pay for every life you took. I will flay your soul and--"

Further, she didn't make it, as Scortatus rolled his eyes and shoved his cock into her open mouth. Luna gagged and sputtered, but the demon simply grabbed her mane and forced his dick down her throat, shutting her up for good.
"As fun as our little sparring-sessions are, I'm not a fan of your version of dirty talk. Seems like I got to discipline you a bit more..."

He looked at the shades and grinned apologetically. "Sorry, for the interruption. Where were we?"

To scortatus, if you are receiving this then I ask one question which is.

Do you know how many of us demons in the covenant are actually native to tartarous as like you like actual demons of Equestria and not outsiders?

If not are you not scared by the fact that there are some of us who wished you out of power and those who are not demons wishing to use twilight for their own purposes and that there are demons who are stronger or older than you?

"Oh, difficult question...I have no clue, honestly. Tartarus is a metaphysical place, the culmination of every damnation or punished afterlife all mortals beings believe in. As such, it can be as physical as a hole in the ground with seven layers...or as esoteric as simply an empty void, in which a soul is shackled by chains of its own guilt. As such, I would guess a majority of you guys are from one of the many corners of Tartarus."

He pointed down at Luna, whose nose was now pressed against his crotch. Her neck was bulging obscenely and she was visibly struggling for air. "Moonie here was ostensibly banished to...well, the moon. Turns out that also placed her in Tartarus, which led to us meeting and fucking and so on. Some of you may even remember her shows. I know Abbadon was a big fan. Elise not so much...she rarely cares, unless somepony screams in agony."

"As for the other question, I already explained my opinion on your actions. Amusing, entertaining...not much else to say." He chuckled, grabbing Luna by her ponytail and began skullfucking her. His pace was brutal, as he facefucked her without caring one bit for her own pleasure. It was cruel, dominant...and visibly arousing. The alicorn blubbered and gagged, her eyes rolling up into her skull, as her oxygen-deprived brain struggled to function.

Celestia hugged herself, her face torn with concern...and lust. She bit her lower lip, as she watched her younger sister getting violated by a stud like Scortatus. Hating herself for even getting horny...

“Mm Scortatus I must say this is certainly a surprise. I had thought you’d leave us to fester in the girl’s head until she broke. Assuage my curiosity. Do you have any plan in mind or are you just allowing the nature of everyone lose the bonds of goodness and society to break her for you?”

The daemon chortles.

“Then there’s also the matter of Discord. Is he still flitting about, fearing your power? Or has he joined with you?”

The daemon’s serpent head flickers its tongue.

“And of little Lulu? She alwayssss was a favorite toy to play with.”

Scortatus laughed. His balls contracted and he tensed for a moment. Luna couldn't even protest, as he dumped several liters of hot, thick cum straight into her stomach. She just kneeled there, defeated and broken. Her eyes unfocused, as Scortatus pulled his cock out of her throat, filling up her mouth and spurting some ropes of thick jizz over her face. A bubble blew from her open mouth and Luna sat there, limp. Underneath, a visible puddle of pussy-juices.

"As you can see, I very much enjoy my time with her," said Scortatus and waved Celestia over. The former princess looked at her sister, visibly distressed, but dutifully cleaned up the overlords cock first. Licking all the excess cum off and cleaning it up, until it was spit-shined. Only then, she rushed to Luna's side, while Scortatus returned to the throne.

"As for my plans...well, I have plenty. For now, it's to watch Twilight struggle, compromise, and get horny. Like all mortals, she will likely have trouble dealing with her libido. She will make mistakes, give into pleasure...bit by bit by bit...and before she knows it, she will do things, she would never have even dreamed of before."

"And as for Discord...well, he is bound to show up sooner or later. Maybe he won't, which I don't mind, either. He knows he is outmatched and I appreciate that he has enough of a brain to not risk his life for some shortlived pussy-on-legs. Though...I have to admit, that Fluttershy would certainly be worth it."

"Well, I suppose it was only a matter of time before you decided to step in, considering how...well, downright rebellious some parts our little clique have grown. And considering you've so very kindly informed us that you've been listening in. Such rebellion is to be expected, of course - it's in our nature, considering what happened with Faust. Speaking of which, I believe some of our numbers require a bit of a refresher on that little incident. Not I, of course - I may not have been present to witness it myself, but I'm nothing if not a diligent student of such events. Perhaps they could use some schooling on its long-term consequences as well, hm?"

"Oh, and one other thing...what have the other "true" demons been up to? I know you haven't been wreaking havoc on your own - the others wouldn't stand for such a thing - so they must be out somewhere. I'm afraid I've been much too engrossed to keep my attention focused elsewhere, as I normally do - it's like watching a train wreck, you see. Absolutely fascinating. But yes, to restate, where are the others?"

Scortatus puffed his cheeks a bit and scratched his chin. "Faust...phew, long story. Not really sure we got the time for it, but I can try to summarize it for now. Maybe next time, I will devote more time to this, if you're really interested."

He clapped his hands. "Now, you all know how it started. Faust created herself, cheerfully ignoring the paradox of self-creation because that is how mommy rolls. After that, she gave birth to her first children...us, the True Demons. Though back then were called simply Children. I was the youngest, the thirteenth, the weakest of all."

"She then went on to create the world, mortals, bla bla bla..you know the drill. Grew to love her new project more than us, some grew jealous, felt neglected, etc. Now, all of this didn't really mean anything, since we Children had no concept of betrayal. We could be unhappy, but there wasn't really any way to vent that frustration. Until me..."

He gave a smile, that ostensibly was mischievous, but also had a sad tinge to it. "I had gotten an idea...the idea of a concept, that I watched from mortals. I had always been quite enraptured with them, you see? And they taught me something, as I watched them. They showed me betrayal. And I took that idea and taught it my siblings, each in their own way."

"Together, we lashed out at Faust. Attacked her, cursed her, chained her, abused her. We ran a train on her, indulging in every vice we could, while he let out all our primordial, pent-up-since-the-start-of-everything frustration on her. Was quite fun..."

He sighed, with a nostalgic smile on his lips. "We overdid it, though. Shattered her to pieces. And those pieces? They fell down to earth and were picked up by mortals, creating the first gods. And they eventually attacked us, defeated us one by one, and banished us to Tartarus."

Scortatus shrugged. "And that's pretty much it...I skipped some details, obviously. As for the other question about where all my siblings are...honestly, no clue. Elise likely somewhere where it's cold. Abbadon likely is still down there. Beelzebub actually I know for a fact hasn't moved from his spot when I broke out. Can't, funnily enough. Azrael flew west. Meph went to the Old World, trying to find that old dog that tricked him into Tartarus in the first place. Lyan will likely try to find her son...and the rest I don't know. It's not like we have family dinner every month."

Greetings my lord scortatus here another demon who admires your work, call me sunny. Your mastery over Equestria was impressive, I would like to know what else he has planned, here are my questions:

"How did you get to Equestria? Were you able to free yourself or was it by external means?
No Are you worried in the least that twilight will win? she can get really powerful allies.

How did you dominate Equestria? The princesses gave you a fight, from what I can see, they did not hold around with you, I am not surprised after Celestia sent Twilight to do everything for her, her fat ass may not be ready to face you.

how did you become the demon you are now and your relationship with the other demons in Tartarus? I can see that not everyone supports you, Any objection ?.

why did you decide to make a bet with Twilight my lord? It is related to my previous question if she could bend the world with her immense power, for that the Mane Six were the only rule if it could be for fun, but like I said she can turn the cards over at any time, I would worry about that.

And finally my lord, you may have already been asked this question my lord, but will twilight she face her minions from the hell of her? Say anything like Imps, Demonic Dragons, Minotaurs of Tartarus, or Demonic Dragons, I suggest you send the little ones (Imps) they are always a good option to corrupt a poor innocent soul hahaha !.

"well my lord, I'll be watching this great show you have for our favorite sexy ex-alicorn "with an evil smile," but remember, that pony is not someone to underestimate she has many allies and can achieve her goals when she sets her mind to it, with nothing more to say my lord proceeding will torment the life of other mane six of another Equestria Hahaha "

"Wow...take a breath, my friend." Scortatus shook his head. "Well, since you have so many questions, I will answer them in kind. Let's start..." He took a comically deep breath.

"I broke out after gathering power for millennia and because I could have done so earlier, but only now considered it funny to do so."

"I'm not really worried, because Twilight is weaker than she thinks and even if she could be a threat, it would at the very least make things interesting."

"Power, my dear. That and having the experience of fighting immortals before and that good old demon-juice. Oh, and having a cock can be quite advantageous, too."

"I became a demon when I violated my own mother and triggered the concept of Betrayal to spread among my siblings. My relationship with other demons is as varied as mortals' relationships are. Some hate, some like me, some fuck me."

"And the bet? Because I thought it was funny."

He stopped and gave a big grin to the shade, before waving his hand and let it disappear.

"Hrmm. Scortatus. It's been a while, hasn't it? I hope you haven't forgotten about your peers. They—we—are still here. Though the voices have become manifold over time. I don't—I don't remember how that came to be. My memory is... spotty? It hasn't been the same since the gods banished us. Did I approach the caribou chieftains with your spells of corruption, or did... did they approach me..?"

*He shakes his head*

"It doesn't matter. What matters is now. Are you still trying to personally sire a small city of half-breeds, Scortatus? You always were the horny hellhound out of all of us. How are the other twelve Banished? Are they well?"

"Have you taken some of the lesser spirits of this world under your wing? There seem to be less of them around compared to our time. More mortal races, too. I wonder why."

"The Dragon Lord, Ember. She is a fine piece of ass, isn't she, Scortatus? I hear she has a soft spot for Spike, Twilight Sparkle's lap dragon. In fact, she is the only ruler of the Dragonlands because he MADE her that. Do you know of the Bloodstone Sceptre's magical ability to force dragons to obedience? It's still linked to Spike, too. If he could reclaim it... have you considered that avenue?"

"There are more mortal species you need to be watchful for. What is your plan to deal with the buffalo? Their leaders are closely allied with the Apple Clan of ponies. Too close, some might say. Braeburn Apple and the buffalos' chieftain's daughter are said to secretly be an item. I remember you saying that attraction between the different species, the fetish for the exotic, makes some mortals easier to corrupt. Do you still think that? Or... or was that even you..?"

"Some of my fellow fiends think Blueblood, Canterlot's young prince, is a useless fop. Yet you keep him around. is it because of his blood relation to Celestia? Are you blackmailing him? Or did you offer him an, hm, incentive? Perhaps in the form of beautiful females?"

"How closely are you monitoring the spread of corruption by your agents? It has reached Ponyville, all the way from Canterlot. Are the men who undergo it volunteers, some of them, or only a few? We were wondering about some of the more meek stallions. Are you planning on testing your corruption on other species too? For that matter, the formula leaves females as dumb bimbos. Have you considered a process that leaves more of their minds intact, but twists them into seeking their own humiliation and enslavement?"

"And... what is your plan for the rest of us? Are we to stay here, in Tartarus?"

Scortatus stood up in visible surprise. An elated smile danced on his lips. "Sleipnir! You're still alive! From what I've seen of you last time, you had been tamed and bound by the Caribou in the North and their newly ascended god. Quite a turn-around from when you've corrupted them, huh?"

"Your memory is hazy? Well, millennia of servitude will do that to you. Let me help you...you've got an artifact from me, the Alderring. With it, you ingratiated yourself to the Caribou in the frozen north of the Old World and then corrupted and twisted them into doing your bidding and pillaging the southern countries. Unfortunately, after a century or two, one of their kings acquired a Shard and ascended to godhood. He bound you as his servant and reclaimed his people. What happened to you after that, I don't know..."

"And yes, I'm very much still busy with my foals. Just told Luna, how much they miss their mommy. I plan on calling some of them here, so they can...catch up with her. And well, I told the others about our siblings. Lyan still thinks she can find her son again..."

"I have plans for the dragons and buffalos, don't you worry. For now, I want to give the ponies a chance to prove their ability. Better to use the war to see who has potential and who needs to be..improved, if you catch my meaning. Blueblood is a good example. Sure, he is arrogant, but then again he has good reason. And more importantly, he is ambitious, which I quite like. I'm curious to see, how far he will go....and when I have to put him in his place."

"As for my corruption...I'm keeping to the bet. My new servants and allies are spreading their perversion and desire themselves. I merely keep things running and make sure, they don't get in each others way too much. Celestia likes to believe that her precious ponies all desire harmony and peace, but we know better. I think the recent weeks have thoroughly shattered that cute delusion."

"And as for Tartarus...I'll get you out, in due time. First, I have to make sure Equestria is mine. Once my position is secure, I will work on unleashing you all. You've waited for centuries or even millennia...what is another year in comparison to that?"

And with that, he waved his hand and the shades slowly vanished. Time's up. See you all next time and oh, keep an eye out for my foals. I'm sure, they will be introducing themselves very soon..."

With those words, his horn glowed and Celestia squeaked as she and a delirious Luna were picked up. Scortatus snapped his fingers and the princess of the night suddenly was clad in tight bondage-gear, her mouth held open by a rubber-gag and her eyes covered by a blindfold. A massive, studded dildo hovered before her pussy and was then slammed in. She moaned loudly, spit running from her lips, as Scortatus fucked her with the dildo.

At the same time, he gently lowered Celestia onto his lap, hand on her hips. "Now, this all has been very unpleasant for you...let's give you some pleasure, alright? Once you moan, you will forget all about the pain." He smiled at her in a way that could almost be called lovingly and pushed a stray strand of hair out of her face.

Celestia closed her eyes, shivering in his grasp. "I do not want to forget. But, if I please you, will you show mercy to Luna?", she asked.

Scortatus sighed but nodded. "I promise..."

Celestia wasn't sure if he meant it, but she couldn't ask for more. So, she aligned his incredible, fully erect cock with her puffy, dripping, bald snatch. Biting her lip, she lowered herself on it, gasping at the sheer size and the pleasure of getting filled up by a truly tremendous cock. Nopony had ever reached that deep inside of her and it felt...amazing!

Soon, she began to moan in a mixture of shame and pleasure. Tears running down her face, as her hips slapped again and again against Scortatus's own. The demon grinning wide, as his fingers sink into her soft buttcheeks and his long tongue snaking into her mouth and wrestling with her own.

Soon, she climaxes and next to her, she can hear Luna's whimpering moans, as her body twitches in one involuntary orgasm after another. They were defiled, brutalized, humiliated...and yet the two sisters began to enjoy every second of their violation, despite themselves. The pain of submission almost fueling the fire inside of them.

"Give up, my dear. All this pleasure and more...and you just have to indulge a little bit. Wouldn't that be so much easier?", asked Scortatus, as he broke up their deep, passionate kiss.

"It would be...but I can't. I have..ahn...my duty...aaaah~~" Celestia shuddered, as another orgasm washed over her. "B-But...I can try...to enjoy...at least...this moment~"

Scortatus smiled, pulling her closer and pushing his cock deeper into her womb. "That is enough...more than enough..", he said.

Then he began to fuck her in earnest for the next four hours, making each sister cum their brains out too many times to count. And let them hunger for more...

Author's Note

Phew, that was a whopper! I apologize for the delay, but this chapter was probably the biggest one I wrote so far. That, and my schedule didn't play ball.

Anyway, I hope you liked this interlude. It shed some light on Scortatus and shows what he has been up to. Also, it brings us to another thing I've planned. I will announce it as a blog, as well, but I would start a contest for you guys. You can create one of Scortatus's descendants, which will play a role in the upcoming chapters. For more information, see my blog.

Anyway, on to this time's vote! I will now introduce two votes. One for Twilight, as usual. And one for her friends. That's right, you can now push the other Elements of Harmony into depravity. The way this works is that I will present what kind of event will happen in the next chapter or two, and you guys decide who will be affected by it.

Twilight's options:

1. Narrow Waist
   
2. Long Tongue
   
3. Heartshaped Tail
   
4. Ass-Expansion (Plush to Heartshaped)

Event: Aroused Indulgence (Heroine will indulge in a perverted offer from a sleazy character)
Possible Victims: Pinkie Pie, Fluttershy, Rainbow Dash

Vote as usual and I hope you enjoyed today's chapter. Until next time!