Infernal Passions

"It's alright, Fairweather, just a little further." A voice from time called out to but one creature. Said creature shrugged off the voice and pushed on, ignoring the troublesome nature of the past she had long left behind.

"Come on, slaves, we are nearly there." Dominata called over her shoulder two her two thralls. Nocturna and Evenstar scrambled over the steep stones, not wanting to by chance over take their Goddess by use of their wings. Beyond that, their Goddess had elected to walk up this cliffside, and as her thralls they'd willingly kiss the ground their Goddess had trodden - walking it in her very hoofsteps was no worse to them, though certainly calling for more effort.

"We are coming, my Goddess." Nocturna said, huffing as she tried to catch her breath while moving ever higher. "Your slaves regret that they are so weak. We shall endeavor to remedy this in future so that... that we might serve you more fully, my most well muscled and vigor filled Goddess."

Dominata huffed at this, enjoying the praise but not having much care for the weakness of her playthings in this venture. Looking up the mountainside, she felt her heart sink, still not seeing her end goal before her despite knowing it ought be there. Had the ponies of ancient days found it and destroyed it? Such a thing was unthinkable - and yet... Dominata could only hold out hope that it was merely the exterior that had been demolished.

"I see a cave! See it there? Just ahead? We'll stop there; alright, honey?" The voice rang out, but Dominata pushed past it. Now was not a time to reflect or grow nostalgic.

Pushing higher and higher, eventually Dominata crested another rise in the land, her caprine hooves certainly giving her the advantage in climbing over her thralls. She took in a breath of the clear mountain air, smelling out where the sanctum might be. It couldn't be far now, but with the structure now gone, it was going to be a trial to find what might remain.

"I can't make it!" A new, younger voice called out, only to be as ignored as the first. "Can't we just land here and rest? The wind isn't too cold!" The succubus cursed the wanderings of her mind as she paused to catch her breath and collect her thoughts in hopes of clearing them from misplaced voices.

"You useless sluts need to hurry!" Dominata called down tersely despite herself, looking at her slaves who had only just reached the outcropping she had last left. Vague groanings could be heard from below, but Dominata knew her control over them was such that they were either the groans of pain or groans of enjoyment at being so derided by their Goddess.

Turning her attention back to what mattered, Dominata flared her nostrils once more to take in the breeze in hopes that it brought news to her. This time it did, and with a rush she turned this way and that to get a better taste of her surroundings. A second later, she spied a stone that was more than a little out of place.

Stooping down, she turned it over and saw on the side that had been in the dirt the distinct carving of the stone into a skull with twin ram horns. "I'm in the Vestibule..." Dominata muttered in realization. She could almost picture it, seeing the ornate entryway of her sisters that led to the Grand Atrium.

There, that pile of stones was the remains of the sweeping stairway that led higher to the Sanctum. And there! That bit of debris a little beyond was the entry to the Hall of the Thralls! It was collapsed, and the great stone that bore the inscription of its purpose had fallen much as the carven face she had found, but she could just picture it! It was all here!

Heart leaping for joy, she moved back to the edge to call down to her thralls, "We're almost there, get up here!" She called to the two ponies that were still struggling along the rocks halfway up to her outcrop. Moving away from the ledge, Dominata scanned the rocks for an easy path, and then took the first one she spied.

Higher and higher she climbed, following by heart the way along the now collapsed stairway. She stopped at the highest landing, gasping in surprise.

"Goddess?" Nocturna called out in concern, hearing her universe's center gasping. Evenstar, now worried for her Goddess, leapt away from the stone, and took to her wings, circling about to get back to the mountain while ascending. Nocturna, cursing her sister's foolhardiness, followed in her example and leapt away from the treacherous rocks, her wings spreading out in the night's cool air.

Catching up, she found purchase on the landing right beside her sister, standing a few steps away from their Goddess. Before them, plain as day in the evening gloom, was what had caught Dominata so off guard. Carved out of the face of the mountain were a series of broken down pillars of marble. It was out of place in the mountain's gray rock, but there it was, a sign of refinement in the middle of the great nowhere they had travelled to.

"We're... let's go, sluts! We're just about there!" Dominata cried in glee, charging forward, slipping past a gap between two pillars that had collapsed against each other. Nocturna and Evenstar glanced to one another before following at full speed behind Dominata, not wanting to be left behind.

Down the narrow corridor they went, leaping over piles of debris and detritus as they went. Dominata, with her familiarity to the place, danced ahead of them like a will-o'-wisp, only guiding them by the light of her mane. They ran like this for several moments, passing by hall after hall that led off in other directions.

And then, all at once, the corridor opened up into a massive room. It was immense, build almost like a cathedral in many ways. The towering arches and vaulted ceilings hung about them in silence only broken by their hoofsteps and ragged breathing.

Unlike outside, the room's pillars were in good condition, if not a bit covered by invading moss and damp that had taken hold over the years. Where one could see the ceiling as having been a clean slate during its many years of use, now it had stalactites descending down almost to the floor and stalagmites that rose up, as if new pillars would be added to the room. It was beautiful, if a tad divorced from the original vision of the architects.

Before them, the room went out, its further walls almost invisible in the gloom and forest of stone, but the one place they could readily see was the elevated central platform, illuminated at the top by the combined beams of three shafts of light that must've arrived there through holes that had been dug all the way to the surface of the mountain.

Flanking either side of the path to the rising stairs were statues that helped guide the eye to the platform. They were terrible in their forms, and each of them with a unique horridness that no pony who ever entered would ever speak of. Yet, despite the indescribable nature of each of the many statues, they each were remarkably beautiful to behold after a moment of observation.

It was the duality of everything to do with the succubi, they supposed, though inverted for the sake of atmosphere - or perhaps with some sort of artistic intent. Each horror guided them on, drawing them further and further until finally they arrived at the stairs themselves.

Each step was a massive slab that had a variety of etchings and carvings - some of which looked like pictographs while others looked like symbols - as though glyphs or some sort of language that no pony alive would truly understand. Evenstar, though, had a vague guess - unfounded as of yet, save on a hunch of hers - that perhaps they might make sense of them, or otherwise be able to read sense out from them, only after they left the room.

Dominata ascended the stairs that led up to the top of the platform that held all her hopes and dreams - both in a metaphorical and a physical sense to different extents. Behind her, her awe struck thralls followed, gazing about the magnificent and unbelievably ancient structure. Not even Nocturna who had been alive when the succubi had reached the previous zenith of their power had ever seen it - and with good reason.

"What is this place?" Evenstar asked, her voice small in the immense cathedral of a chamber.

"This, my loyal thralls, is what was and shall be the heart of my people." The meretrix said, her voice filled with confidence of purpose. "It is where we are born and - more importantly - where it all started." Rising above the final step to face the pinnacle platform, the three of them came upon a central plinth that held a wide bowl with a pointed obelisk in its center that was bathed in the light that filtered down from on high.

Its construction was old, a sort of gothic in a sense - though clearly much older - out of a stone a white as marble but with veins of an obsidian black material. Its surface had a variety of etchings, be they runic inscriptions or carefully made images of succubi and ponies making love and fomenting lust.

"The first succubi were, as most succubi have been since, born as ponies." Dominata instructed, her eyes scanning over the basin and its designs. "They made a bargain with a power They did not understand, and so became the first of us all. All succubi are all bound to that deal struck, despite its terms having been lost to time." She said, as though remanicing over days long gone. Considering the succubi had been eradicated more that a thousand years ago, she likely was in more ways than one.

"Are we here to partake in a ritual then?" Nocturna asked, perceptive as always. Dominata turned to her and smiled her devilish grin.

"You both shall be the centers of your own ritual, and I shall be the one to guide you both through it all." Dominata purred to her toys before turning back to the bowl and its sharpened central spike. Raising a hoof, she pricked herself and let her blood flow in an unnaturally smooth stream into the bowl.

"Goddess!" Evenstar panicked, pushing forward - only to be blocked off by Nocturna who stood her ground.

"Our Goddess knows what she is doing. Have faith, Evenstar." Nocturna said with the confidence of one who has seen and experienced much. In truth, most of what Dominata poured out upon the altar was not blood. The majority was life essence and lust given physical form in this place. She was losing barely more than a few drops of her own blood, but a great deal of essence and lust energy. It was tiring, but necessary for the ends she had in mind.

Eventually, Dominata withdrew her hoof and looked at the bowl of red as it began to drain away. As she watched, the runes began to glow with a vibrant energy, filling the area with a red glow as lines spread out from the plinth along the ground.

As they watched, the energy seeped from level to level, moving downwards as it filled in rune after rune inlaid in the ground. Evenstar's eyes widened in realization as she recognized a variety of the symbols. She looked up, and sure enough, she saw that the symbols etched across the floor were a larger, more complex variation on the sigil that adorned Dominata's flanks as well as her own and Nocturna's.

"Is this... a summoning circle?" Evenstar asked, looking about the platform and beyond at all the symbols, circles, sigils, glyphs, and marks that were scattered about the room.

"Not entirely," Dominata replied flatly, "it is somewhat similar, but it is much more important than just a summoning circle." She turned towards her thralls, her pointed teeth catching the last glimmers of light as the hall was plunged into a crimson haze of darkness as the three lights died out.

Suddenly the two thralls could see it. Could see her. Evenstar had witnessed it when she had first summoned the meretrix, but now it was not only plain to see, but wholly separated from the pure perfection of her Goddess.

There, standing a tad to the side of the crimson outlined Dominata, was a skeletal frame. Bones tied together with decaying flesh, with grotesque strands of limp, jet black hair dangling from the skull. The wings were there, but were only held together with a thin membrane that had many holes rotting through it. Where eyes ought to have been were glowing orbs of wild magic that stared out of the withering skull with intent.

Its jaw suddenly jerked opened, allowing a breath that heralded words to escape, "Welcome, thralls, to the innermost sanctum of the succubi." It said, its voice a decayed, raspy imitation of their Goddess. The skeletal apparition began to stalk about them, its shoulders pumping with power despite only thinly scattered muscles providing such motion.

"You are here because of your Mistress wanting to make something more of you." It went on, drawing closer to Evenstar. "You are found willing, though wanting." Evenstar had to force herself not to choke at the horrid stench that escaped its maw as it spoke.

"They will learn and will be the bedrock of a new people." Dominata's pure voice rang out - somehow purer and more feminine. Oddly enough, both Nocturna and Evenstar noticed that in the dim gloom of the chamber, they could tell that Dominata had lost much of her defining features. She now was no more than a rather tall pegasus that was barely Evenstar's height.

Her coat was, though tinted by the red glow, a mottled white stained with splotches of brown across it. Her mane was not fire - and not even red - favoring a more tan or brown color. Her eyes were not that piercing red, even with the glow the floor gave her orbs. They were quite normal - almost too much so. The mare even had a cutie mark! In short, this mare was nothing like Dominata.

"And what would you know of that?" The spirit challenged, wheeling about to face the pegasus that on some level registered in the minds of the thralls as Dominata. "You have already failed our kind once. We grant you such power, and yet you squandered it! You could've turned the world into a veritable feeding frenzy, yet instead you let our vessels die out!"

"I was able to be strong enough to be undefeated when all others were destroyed." Dominata countered. "I survived, and through me you may return to power. I have come back, have I not? And with new vessels. You cannot think that my failing was intentional or that I have not learned." Dominata scoffed at the apparition.

"I first sought out hosts, loyal subjects to be given into our service, and then straightway brought them here." Dominata said firmly. "I learned from my mistake and am, therefore, your best chance at success." The skeletal creature seemed to consider this.

"This is true. You have done better than before." The spirit confirmed, turning its head back to the ponies. "You have brought us vessels of a sort that have never truly been seen in this hall. Alicorns are... a rarity for us to inhabit. So much potential..." The creature mused to itself, drawing nearer to the two ponies.

"Are you willing to enter into our pact, little ponies?" The beast asked in a hissing, stinking breath. Evenstar and Nocturna both looked uncertain. Without a clearly defined Dominata to give them orders, they were once again on their own - a sensation now incredibly alien since they had been given wholly into the meretrix's service.

"I see..." The skull clattered, turning its gaze back towards Dominata. "Will you speak for them? It is against nature and laws of magic to inhabit without permission. Theirs no longer matters, but your does hold sway."

"I freely give my thralls into the pact." Dominata said calmly. "Let their bodies be taken into the service of the spirits of lust." The skeleton nodded, and then turned back to the two ponies, its lack of flesh denying any view into its mood or disposition.

"Come my sisters, let us take these two to ourselves!" It shrieked in a piercing voice that echoed throughout the hall. Nocturna and Evenstar shrunk back in fright, looking around the chamber as the voice reverberated unnaturally.

All at once their existences were reduced to a pinprick, and the two of them slumped over - falling to the floor. They lay there motionless - save for their breathing. Dominata sighed, looking to the specter.

"Please try and let them keep a bit of their own spirits this time. I much enjoy seeing the hints of the original ponies behind the flames of lust." Dominata said in a marginally exasperated tone.

"We will do what we must." The spirit countered, turning to face the final pony in the chamber. "As for you, you will learn your place, Fairweather. Your pact is not so long nor power so great that we cannot take your leash and choke you on it." Dominata blinked at this threat with a total lack of fear.

"And you are not so desperate that I cannot ruin you by simply pushing those two out of the circle?" Dominata posited. "You need me more than I need you. I'm weary as it is, only the thrill makes me rise each morning. When it is dull, you can expect me to stop doing that which benefits you."

"You are nothing without us!"

"And you're extinct without me."

Twilight roused from the floor, finding herself in unfamiliar surroundings. Looking about, all she could see was darkness. No, not darkness... absence. Darkness belied the existence of hidden things obscured by lack of light, but where she was - or however she was - there was nothing to obscure. There was no light and no substance beyond her.

"Hello?" She called out, but her voice was deadened. All she could hear was the echoes in her own head and the slowly increasing volume of her heart. "Anypony?" She said, if only to fill the void with her voice. Spinning about, unsure how she could move yet still finding herself able to, she tried to scan for anything that would give a sense of direction.

Nothing, absolutely nothing.

The world - if it could be called that - was beyond empty. Twilight was alone, and without recourse. She tried magic, but without anything to be drawn on, her horn remained silent and unlit. She was left to only float and float, with no way of knowing where she was or how to escape.

This state of existence was replaced by one where she was falling. The landing part was actually a bit of a relief when it happened not half a second later. Twilight lifted her head and looked about at her newly changed surroundings, only to find them much the same - with the exception that she could now stand and felt gravity pulling her down.

Gravity was good, it always kept her grounded in situations like this. Can't go wrong with gravity - unless you are really far away from the nearest center of it, at which point you best hope you're in orbit rather than just falling an incredible distance.

Twilight blinked a few times, making sure she wasn't seeing things, and confirmed that that was the case. She sighed to herself, not sure if this state of affairs was too much better.

Her memory of how she got here was foggy. Not just because 'here' seemed to be lacking in major landmarks to tell her where 'here' was, but because the space between her last memory and this place were... disjointed to say the least.

There was something about a mare, something about spells - but that described half of Twilight's days and a few hours out of the rest - and possibly something to do with... phallic things. A few possibilities: she had been gardening with somepony and had found particularly interesting mushrooms, or she was dead, and the whole 'phallic' bit was a dying mind's attempt at last minute levity. A very poor attempt, but an attempt nonetheless.

Suddenly her world became a lot more interesting.

All about her, the emptiness was suddenly filled with... mares? Odder still to Twilight was the odd... compulsion she felt. It was as if something was growing inside her - a need that would not be ignored. A feeling of lust, of need, of desire.

She tried to turn away, but in the end she couldn't, they were all around her. Only now did she realize that every one of them were facing away from her - staring out into the distance that surrounded them on all side in an infinite expanse. Each of them looking away from the center where Twilight stood.

She felt the urge grow deeper and stronger, but she fought it still. She tried to think of something else, anything else! She fought as hard as she could, even as her eyes remained peeled and unwilling to shut. When all the mares around her lifted their tails, she felt her will shatter. She had tried, but now... now it was too late.

Diving forward, Twilight planted her face deep in the first pussy that presented itself to her. She drew in its scent with a long, deep breath, and then gave it a lick. It tasted sweet, and she needed more! Digging her face into it, she licked and kissed, feeling herself growing more and more aroused as she did.

Suddenly, she found herself being swept up in a crowd. Not just any crowd, she realized, but an adoring, worshipping crowd. It kissed her, nuzzled every inch of her. Licked at her sex and her ass. Filled her with such pleasure, she couldn't help but cum.

Then she came again. And then again. Over and over she found herself falling prey to the skillful ministrations of the unseen attendants that accosted her with such ferocious love and lust. She felt it all wash over her in constant, unending pleasure. So much all at once she couldn't help but feel herself falling falling falling falling falling falling...

Luna woke up, stretching herself out as she took a moment to look around. The world about her was a wasteland devoid of color. It reminded her of her moon if it were made of sand, except, somehow more dead. There was no life, just and eternal silence.

Being accustomed to horrid dreams through constant and repeated exposure, Luna did not break down under this assault. Her honest appraisal was that it could be a lot worse. She had seen nightmares of a caliber only those about to die get to see. Nightmares that put bad trips to shame. Nightmares so real, so vivid, and - worse of all - ones that the pony doesn't wake up from. She had brushed past death more than once, and each time she had lived to tell the tale - or more often lived to hide it away from everypony.

Suddenly she felt a tickle on her spine. Turning around, she saw nothing but the barren wastes about her. Luna would've called out, but in the end it wasn't worth it. there was nothing to scream to. Except maybe for the thing that tickled her spine once more.

This time she didn't turn, simply electing to stare of across the wastes. It was quite peaceful, to be honest. Not vacation home worthy, but certainly an interesting spot.

All at once the world burst into flame all about her, and from said flames, came shapes. They were equine - perhaps bovine, or maybe caprine? They approached her with a unified intent, and it scared the living daylights out of her. She wanted to run, but to where was a little beyond what she could manage at the moment.

Unfortunately, that moment was just a little too long, and by the time her mind had a working plan in the drafting stages, she was set upon with little to no chance of making any sort of escape. She wanted to scream, but her mouth was filled with...

Memory struck her, and the world became familiar. Her senses screamed at her to run, but then were silenced as every hole was filled. The skeleton's apparently did have some flesh, and a bit of it was on the ends of their tails - tails that now were brutally pushing in an out of her mouth, butt, and pussy.

She wanted to scream, to thrash, to shove, but her body locked up, and then melted in pleasure. It felt... somehow right to be in this position. She absentmindedly curled her legs, accepting several more tails in the crook of her bent appendages in an attempt to service more of them at once.

This effort was not enough, and shortly her mouth was spread open even further by more and more tails, and then her ass was stretched by three more phalluses. Her pussy took in another, and suddenly she found herself very full. She choked, but found no respite, only more and more tails violating her.

She squirmed in pleasure, finding herself orgasming again and again, her body quivering in its release. She felt wonderful. The pleasure filled her up and overflowed, and the lust was delicious. She wanted to eat it all up!

She found herself wishing the tails could cum, just so she could feel it dribble down her chin, course through her throat, pull in her pussy, and slosh out of her ass. She wanted to be full, to feel and taste everything. She wanted to be fucked and to fuck. She wanted so desperately to bring a release to something else.

This desire, though, didn't last long against her mind shattering orgasms. Her reality broke around her with each time she came. She lost track of time, of place, and of self. She fell away into the pleasure, falling falling falling falling falling falling...

"What is this place?"

"I... I thought it was just a cave b-but..."

"Welcome, little ponies."

"Who's there‽ Uh... I-I... I'm sorry, we didn't mean to intrude. W-we'll just be leaving if it's all the same."

"No... stay a while, the storm grows worse and the little one is weary. Stay with us."

"Us?"

"My sisters and I have plenty of room. Please, stay a while."

"If... if you're sure..."