The Bewitching Hour

With permission from the mansion's keeper, the impish creature named Moxxi decided to test out an experiment. Since the entity disguised as a manor could travel between dimensions, she had Bellatrix take it to one she suggested. A modernized world where she and her chosen partner for the night, Beatrix, could freely explore to their heart's content!

Both of them were linked by invisible threads to the abode, able to transfer a portion of the libidinal energies they were soon to stir up between them in their wake.

Rainfall washed over neon-lit streets under the cover of darkness. Puddles reflected the pair who crossed the roads towards a nightclub, which thumped and vibrated under the pulse of fast-paced music. The imp skipped and twirled as they passed buildings and crime-ridden alleys swathed in faded graffiti. Then, with a deep inhale, Moxxi exhaled, “Ahhhh~! I miss the smell of pleasure and pain in the city! Ever been ter a world loike this before, Beatrix?”

“Mmm, sorta,” Beatrix confirmed, looking around all the skyscrapers that vanished into the cloudy weather. “It was a futuristic planet with a club run by Vinyl Scratch. That was a good time, at least until it was hit by this crazed group of hippies led by Tree Hugger! And that’s not even going into the stuff involving that creepy cyborg plague doctor!” The unicorn mare couldn’t help but shudder, recalling the cyberdemon Vice Lord who nearly infected the entire population. “Thankfully, I was able to make friends with her later on!”

“Wite, wite. The 'cyberpunk adventure,' as ya called it,” Moxxi snickered, only half paying attention.

“Still, this place is so vivid and colorful! How’d you find it?” Beatrix asked.

“It’s me home,” the short-stacked demoness confessed. “Zeloph and I settled 'ere after dealin' wif our ‘holier than thou’ creator. Never could settle in one spot for long, but…I always find myself comin' back 'ere. Made plenty of memories, though not aw of them were sugar and spice...”

Her face fell momentarily, one particular recollection passing through as she sported a distant church down the block.

Sensing her friend might be troubled, Beatrix reassuringly patted her head with a cocky smile. “I understand what that’s like. But let’s not reminisce about the past when we could be making new memories to look back on~!”

The imp returned the curled lip, eying the witch’s costume as she hovered into the air. “Hmm.… If we’re gonna strut 'round the town, we should go in style~! As flashy as your ‘magician’s assistant’ outfit is, I fin' we can do better ter sha off these magical curves.” For emphasis, she landed a hard smack on Beatrix's thong-clad ass, jiggling upon impact and making her yelp, left to rub her buns.

“B-but I like my clothes,” pouted Beatrix.

“Ah-ah! Unless your suckin’ dick, I daan't wanna 'ear any lip~!” Moxxi insisted with a wink.

Grumbling, the witch begrudgingly waved her hand to change her attire. Her hat, leotard, and cape ensemble were traded for a more gothic aesthetic. A modified jumpsuit now highlighted her ample figure, cutting off just above her nipples with a stylish belt wrapped around her curvy waist. A deep purple mini jacket was worn over, alongside knee-high boots. She even fixed her mane to have it fall behind her shoulders.

Beatrix finished by striking a few poses to show off her outfit, much to Moxxi’s delight.

“Now you're looking' loike a bad bitch!” She whistled, drinking in the unicorn’s body. “Fuck, China Plate. You’re garn ter 'ave so many hands pawin' at you~!”

“Not my most original of outfits, but it has its charms,” Beatrix giggled, eying her reflection in a nearby store window as she shook her tits.

“Very nice,” the imp nodded. “Alwigh', ya sexy slut. Let’s get our freak on~!”

The two approached the bouncer with swaggering hips. Because Moxxi was a recurring patron, she could get them inside free of charge… at least in terms of money. A flustered Beatrix agreed to give the guard a ‘good show’ after they were done. Upon entering, the pair were assaulted by flashing lights and explicit music. Like promised, the club was similar to some underground digs Beatrix had visited. Almost anything, and anyone, was on display.

Women danced in various stages of undress, some partially dressed in kinky costumes, while others were full-on naked in cages suspended high above. A fetish-themed band played on stage. The crowds weaved and mingled on the dance floor while further inwards the DJ worked from her booth, the speakers blasting addicting synth and bass music. Farther in, there was a bar packed full of patrons who sat at the stools.

“Hot damn!” Beatrix marvelled, her body grooving along to the beat.

“Pft! This is just the tip of the iceberg,” the little demon waved off. “The fan stuff is daahhhn below~.”

A mixture of sweat, perfumes, and colognes lingered in the atmosphere, many of the dancers tattooed and pierced. A pair of denuded women wandered through the crowds and allowed those they passed to freely grope and spank them. Moxxi and Beatrix also took a moment to fondle the bared beauties, pliable flesh kneaded and playfully slapped between their fingers.

“I like this place already,” shouted Beatrix over the thump of music ehile she watched the plush, spanked round asses of the women sashay away.

“Stick wif me, and I’ll make sure ya love it by the end~!” Her tiny claw took Beatrix's hand and led her over to the bar. She plopped her own wide hips and butt down, ordered the stiffest drink on the menu while the witch selected a relatively mild concoction.

The duo drank their fill in preparation for the real show ahead, the alcohol slowly buzzing. When the music slowed down for a bit, the demon quivered and asked, “'a is that cocktail?”

“Mmm, scrumptious,” Beatrix moaned after her sip, arching an eyebrow when one male dancer approached with a pursed lip. Offering a cunning smirk, the witch arched her back on her stool to push out her tits before letting a bit of her drink pool into her cleavage.

Almost instantly, the stallion pressed his face into her marshmallowy breasts, suckling out the alcohol while groping Beatrix’s bosom, much to the unicorn's pleasure. Moxxi licked her lips, squishing her tights as a familiar tingle started to tickle her loins.

Getting his fill, the colt parted with a liquor-laced kiss, leaving Beatrix panting hotly while adjusting her boobs within her jumpsuit. “F-fuck~! Next time, I should bring Cerise! She’d totally kill to dance in this place.”

“I dunna, love. A lot of Jons and Jennies would eat the poor princess alive~!” Moxxi playfully giggled, downing another cup of booze. “'a 're ya 'oldin' up, though? Not too nervous, I 'ope. Ya could always back aahhht. Wouldn't want ya ter do anything you’re uncomfortable wif.”

“Pft! I’m fine,” Beatrix insisted with a hiccup. “If anything, I'm more excited!”

Moxxi noted how the unicorn rubbed her inner thighs together as sweat rolled down her face and tits. The erotic atmosphere was already making Beatrix heated and moist. Any more time spent, and she’d be clawing to get her attire off.

“Alwigh', Bea. Just say when,” the little devil nodded, slamming her drink down and exhaling. Her spaded tail flicked happily before she guided Beatrix away from the crowd of debauchery and into the lower levels.

Within the depths, Beatrix walked along a fenced-off arena. Inside, the crowd cheering and making bets, the pit at the center filled with the white, sticky pool of virile spunk taken from a dragon. Amidst the slimy substance wrestled a bunch of women, glistening bodies clad solely in the runny substance that sloped down their sticky curvature while they struggled for dominance.

“Cum wrestling?! Kinky~!” Beatrix observed as a fountain of semen exploded in a loud splash when one wrestler tossed another about. “Well, you certainly promised me a novel experience, and so far, you've more than delivered!”

Leather, lace, and latex adorned much of the crowds. A number of them looked the fresh meat over. While the owners made sure all encounters here were consensual, some harder drugs were no doubt sold and passed between the clubbers. Prostitutes under the club's supervision were also allowed to freely sell themselves to the patrons.

Beatrix's smirk widened at the sights and sounds of whorish delight that battered them. “Are you sure this place isn’t heaven?”

“Oh, trust me, love. 'eaven ain’t aw it's cracked up ter be,” the imp scoffed at the gesture.

She shrugged. “Well, maybe one can have too much of a good thing!”

“Daan't tap aahhht yet. We 'aven’t gotten ter the bleedin' main event~” Moxxi giggled, poking one of the violet unicorn’s bouncy boobs.

“Wouldn't dream of it, short stuff!” Beatrix retorted, flicking the demon's nose. “Now quit stalling! Show me this ‘cumtastic’ spot already!” The two laughed as she followed her devilish guide to more unthinkable sights. All the way down, a full-on orgy was underway in the open.

The pair shimmied through as a few hands groped and spanked their asses on the way through a corridor. There were a series of rooms, each a different color, that catered to various kinks. Male and female models stood around, bathed in a golden and silver sheen. In another room, unclad people were used as furniture, disciplined so that the men and women rarely so much as blinked, let-alone twitched a muscle.

“Reminds me a little of the twins,” noted Beatrix, who practically salivated over the display.

“I'm sure they'd be cute in a blindfold,” replied Moxxi, studying some bondage-clad submissives on display. “Almost there!” Next, they passed a room where projectors played various pornography for the viewers, who openly masturbated or fucked to the salacious sights.

Finally, the pair arrived at a room with multiple tiled shower stalls. The imp settled on her knees and motioned for Beatrix to do the same. The walls between them were transparent, and within moments the interiors closed around them, the pair trapped inside a confined but roomy space.

“Ahhh~! Na, this place takes me back,” Moxxi sighed, tapping her knuckle against a wall. “'ope that phat arse of yours is ready for sum action~!”

Before she could question what the imp met, Beatrix squeaked in surprise as something flopped onto her snout with a loud smack. A massive stallion's cock popped out from a swirling orifice beside her; its length expanded upon feeling her breathe in the masculine musk, precum drizzling down her maw and lips.

“W-whoa! H-holy…shit! This guy is huge~!”

“Drippin’ loike a fountain, I see,” Moxxi chimed in cheekily. “Not that I blame ya. Me fuckbox is gushin' loike niagra~!!” More ovals opened up, and a variety of shafts made their appearance, already half-erect. It seemed almost any creature one could think up brazenly displayed their pillars of masculinity, partially erect as they throbbed.

“'eaven and 'ell, daan't just stare at 'em, girly. Suck those naughty knobbers~!” She encouraged, wrapping her claws around a barbed penis, pushing her wide ass against a wall as another emerged to slide in between her plump cheeks.

Beatrix murmured and blushed, nuzzled the flared shaft that smeared its discharge across her cheek's fur before firmly grasping two other cocks that had knots swelling around the base.

“S-so much dick!” She exclaimed, lips sucking the one closest to her face. “What is this place?!”

“Welcome ter Moxxi’s Playhouse,” she answered with a playful snort. “Fin' of it as a nexus that connects this Rub-A-Dub ter ovver dimensions, sorta loike the mansion or your portal 'oppin' abili-y. Aw kinds of creatures come ter sate themselves in this interdimensional Gloryhole! Many males, sum females wif extra bits! In the end, everyone gets ter bla Frank Bough sum steam~.”

A soft coo escaped the imp as the massive schlong started thrusting between her thighs, glands rubbing against her inflamed pussy while her juices lubed him up. “Alright, you nosy bugger! Get in there~!” Moxxi laughed, repositioning it to slide inside as it wildly pushed around her tight pussy. Moans filled the room, heightening as another cock slid into her asshole.

Beatrix proved a little more tentative but stroked the shafts at her sides. She kissed the wide tip before her, tasted it with a smack. Her horn lit up to magic away from her outfit, letting tits jiggle free. “Come here, baby~!” She whispered, one arm wrapping a sturdy cock between her pillowy cleavage while the other stroked one canine shaft. Her mouth was busy slurping on the other.

“That’s it, love. Embrace your inner whore~!” Moxxi moaned, gyrating her rump into the invisible wall to slam both dicks inside her holes. “Don’t suppose you fancy a lil’ wager~?”

“Mwah! Mmm, I’m listening~.”

“First skank ter make the bloody most dick cream wins. Loser 'as ter clean up the mess wif just their tongue~.”

“Ohoho~! You're on, bitch!” Beatrix crowed with glee.

The contest was on, both sex-driven ladies determined to outdo the other. Moxxi practically fucked herself using the dicks filling her holes until she felt both splooge inside, shuddering as warm cum dripped out her bottom. Beatrix managed to secure at least five separate cocks, two using her ass and pussy, one pummeling her throat, and another pair stroked in each hand. The unicorn let out a muffled cry as semen-stained her body and overflooded her insides.

Time didn’t matter to them as euphoria overtook Moxxi and Beatrix’s senses, both becoming slaves to the neverending pillars of male genitalia. Each time one cock finished unloading, another immediately took its place. They shook under the pounding taken, hammered in all directions. Moans vibrated around the equipment that filled their mouths, overfilled with cum that sloshed down their lips and chins. The force of each thrust made their breasts bounce and slap about.

Their well-stretched holes were thoroughly painted white. Cum glazing their glistening bodies or staining their overstuffed wombs dripped out.

After what felt like hours, all portals closed off, leaving both the unicorn and imp laying in a tiny pool of spunk. Beatrix could feel little more than soreness throb in her pussy, body twitching numb from overwhelming bliss. Her tired eyes fell onto Moxxi, equally bloated like a water balloon. All they could do was lay there and catch their breath, too exhausted to decide who won.

“F-fuck…” Beatrix mumbled and licked stained lips. “Of all the amorous adventures I took, this one’s going high up my list of favorites! Thanks for inviting me, Mox. I can’t wait to do this again!”

“Hehe! Glad ter 'ear it, Bea,” the little devil sighed, stretching sore limbs as she began to backstroke around in the white slosh. The unicorn leaned her frame against a wall, patting her stuffed full belly.

“I feel so full. Any other mare would be popping out all kinds of babies after an experience like this. It’s a good thing I can’t get pregnant! Well, except for that little dalliance with…you know.”

“O-oh…yeah, me brother,” Moxxi replied softly, unable to hide the bitterness in her voice as her thoughts returned to Zeloph. Outside of their one encounter during the wedding, she was unable to find or speak with him. He didn’t look well, almost unrecognizable from his time spent trapped in the Necronomicon. A fate she preordained to cease his misguided destruction of humanity.

And ever since, Moxxi couldn’t shake off the guilt and frustration that pulled at her heart during her time alone, overwhelmed by her reverie.

*****

Times had changed since her brother’s imprisonment. Down a few blocks from the neon nightclub was an even more luminous strip club, one the imp had once worked in. Moxxi had a few names well associated with her act, the Neon Demon and Shadow Lady being the most popular back then. But only a few who were acquainted knew her actual name. Anarchia, though she much preferred the shortened form ‘Ana.’

In truth, she was not entirely human, equine, nor devil. Instead, like Zeloph, she was a creature known as a demihuman, born from a mortal parent and immortal deity. And after the two siblings vanquished their over-controlling ‘father,’ Ana was free to indulge in all the vices and pleasures this city had to offer.

Her more prominent time was working as a dancer, letting the patrons watch her twirl around and grind her puffy privates against a slick pole. All while suggesting the lewdest remarks and flaunting the natural assets bestowed upon her. And, for a reasonable price, many were free to touch and caress the curvaceous creature. It was the one place no one seemed to mind that Ana wasn’t normal. A place she could blend in with society’s 'ill fortunate' and 'rejected'.

Simply swaying to the music onstage, Ana lost herself to the sounds. The lights. The scents. The euphoria. All of it fueled Ana like the lingering buzz of alcohol. She pursued pleasure, be it men or women. Ana sought to live life to its fullest.

And yet, when the neon lights faded and the dirty deeds were done, all that remained was emptiness.

The neon demon could never shake off that hollow feeling within her chest. Had she finally grown numb from all drinking and substance abuse? Were all the lovers she made just not good enough anymore? What else was the demihuman missing?

This series of questions led to Ana accepting a patron’s request for a ‘private’ dance. Typically, the club policy strongly frowned upon fully prostituting yourself for side cash.

But when you're a succubus-like being who could make all quiver with the slightest touch, who was going to stop you?

Clad in a dusty suit, the man led Ana into his motel room, away from the colorful lights and thumping music. Once they were inside, it didn’t take him long to spring himself onto Ana, hands seizing her generous bosom and curvy hips.

A stiff moan escaped the demon’s lips. She could feel the bulge tenting his pants while he ground into her massive ass.

Her client inhaled the fragrance of her hair while murmuring into her pointy ears how badly he wanted to fuck her. Not unlike the other lecherous people who wanted a taste of Ana’s divinity. But she much preferred it that way.

No attachment or baggage. Just two people wanting a night of raw passion. He paid to use Ana, so she was free to use him back.

“Let’s skip the foreplay, shall we~?” The demoness encouraged with a giggle, pulling out of his grip to remove the scant garments concealing her bountifulness. Ana was never a fan of bras, so she merely had tap cover up her nips. While removing them, Ana purposefully kept her back facing the man, ensuring he couldn’t see the goods just yet. Then, laying her back on the bed, the demon raised her legs up while her tail sluggishly pulled off her panties. Once the underwear left her toes, she flung them at the customer. Upon catching her underwear, he paused to take a whiff of her drenched scent at the crotch before leering at the saucy demon.

The only light that filled the room came from the motel sign outside the window. A bright red hue showed off Ana’s breasts and stomach while her face was obscured in shadow, save for her glowing magenta eyes that lit the darkness.

Eager to sate his claim, the male patron hastily removed his suit and trousers while Ana shuffled onto her knees at the bed’s edge. Ana lapped at her own lips once his johnson was fished out, pulled her face closer to take in a raunchy musk.

The best way to get a man worked up was to deny him what he craved. To tease and tease until he took matters into his own hands, literally. He grabbed Ana’s head of spunky hair to shove the rest of him down her gullet. Still, the demi kept her alluring gaze up at him, knowing he relished her sultry expression while his member disappeared past those plump-painted lips.

Ana’s seduction, along with her infamous love taps, brought out a depraved animal trapped inside a once civilized man. Eventually, the lust proved too much to handle before Ana found herself on her back, thick thighs spread apart and her client spearing himself entirely inside her warm, tight slit. Whatever lewd moans she faked were drowned out by his own. The patron was far too engulfed in the fantasy of bagging a hot demon to notice nor care that his partner’s attention had already wandered elsewhere.

No, Ana’s eyes were drawn to the lone diamond-studded ring abandoned on the bed rest.

Her chest swelled with pain, unrelated to how he firmly pulled at her tits. Her head returned to an all too familiar question. What reason did he have to forsake a loved one in pursuit of carnal desire?

But Ana had always known the answer.

Because it was easier to chase after worthless distractions than confront your own guilt.

Finally, Ana’s magenta-colored eyes returned to the man, a satisfied grin on his face as he hammered at her honeypot with short thrusts. The demoness’ own expression gave away disgust, both with the man and herself.

But a warm smile slowly masked this as Ana wrapped her legs around his hips tightly, pushing him closer into her sex. Improvised sighs and coos joined the chorus, urging her client to finish as their bodies rocked the bed against the wall.

The hue of red now highlighted Ana’s glowing pupils, her claws slightly extending into the man’s back. Her tail slithered further up, its silhouette cast over a wall. But, unlike the cartoony face that generally occupied the spaded tip, a venus flytrap-shaped maw posed above his head.

His moans became louder, blissfully unaware of the salivation dripping down his face. And when the man reached his climax, his eyes opened to find his world suddenly consumed in black.

*****

Police sirens wailed down the streets, flashing red and blue highlighting the naked demi’s curvature. A downpour slapped the neon-lit city and sluiced into the gutters. Not a single glimpse of the moon shimmered through the clouded skies. The neon demon lapped the crimson liquid off her fingers, tail swaying low to the ground. Her once magenta eyes were overtaken by a scarlet glare, her expression uncharacteristically grim.

Her victim wasn’t the first to be slaughtered like the filthy pig he was. And, unfortunately, he wouldn’t be the last. Human flesh was too addicting to Anarchia, having discovered the craving when she bit her mother in defiance.

And much like a vampire, the thirst was eternal. No matter how hard she tried, she couldn’t go more than a week before succumbing to her suppressed demonic impulses.

At least…not without her brother.

Ana’s teeth clenched tightly, pain aching in both her head and chest. The devoured man’s face looked exactly like Zeloph’s when she sealed him away. The utter horrified and appalled visage haunted her memories. Ana thought that by defying their otherworldly origins, she could escape into a world of base pleasure.

But instead, she was trying to escape her culpability. Not even fulfilling her basic desires could ease the demoness’ troubled mind.

Despite another unsuccessful night, Ana could find solace that the streets she aimlessly wandered were empty too. At least…until her pointy ears perked up at a muffled sound.

Ana arrived in a dark alleyway following the source, where a light swung and flickered out on occasion. A woman tried to cry out, a cloth stuffed over her mouth, her sweater ripped clean to expose her white bra and petite chest. A gang of men seized her from all sides and dragged her away. She kicked and squirmed as their hands tried to remove more of her clothes.

“Bloody pigs,” the demihuman hissed. She was already in a foul mood, but this threatened to boil her blood over. A flash of steel caught her attention, the leader warning her to stop resisting if she wanted to keep her fingers.

And like that, all resolve vanished as her pupils faded into hot glowing red.

A harrowing shriek caught the men’s attention, covering their ears and dropping their prey. Disoriented, they failed to realize the danger strutting her way until the lead was held up by his throat in neon pink claws. He struggled to break free, choking as talons dug into his neck, eyes widened in fear, left to kick and squirm.

“Aww, what’s the matter, love?” The demoness cruelly asked, sporting a twisted smile. “I thought ya were aw into the whole rope n’ bondage routine~!” He trashed like live bait on a hook.

“A-aggh! L-let me go! Stupid bitch!!” He croaked.

“Oh, I’ll show ya a bitch, alwigh',” Ana snarled, tossing him into the brick wall. His gang of thugs circled around her, some armed with knives and pipes. But when one of them tried attacking from behind, they received a swift roundhouse kick that sent him flying. Another was dragged by his feet by her tail, being flung around like a rag doll. When two attempted to attack at each side, Ana unfurled her bat-shaped wings to slap them away. And the demihuman was only limbering up on the hell she was about to unleash.

The victim managed to remove the gag from her mouth before cowering in the corner, watching with dread as her ‘savior’ tear away at her assailants. Despite covering her eyes, she couldn’t escape the sounds of broken bones, mutilated screams and splatters hitting the walls around her. By the time the one-sided scuffle ended, the poor woman couldn’t see any bodies.

Only the shadowy figure with scarlet eyes leering down at her, panting like a hungry beast.

When Ana approached the woman, she let out a strangled scream, collecting what remained of her tattered clothes and scrambling to run.

“H-hey! Relax, doll. I’m not gonna-”

“HELP! M-MONSTER!!” Her shouts echoed through the alleyway, disappearing into the streets.
Ana stood still, letting the word sink in as her scarlet gazed faded away, revealing confused magenta eyes. She looked down to her dripping claws, the urge to vomit building in the pit of her stomach. Then, spreading her membrane wings, she fled into the stormy night, leaving another bloody crime scene for the police to ponder over.

The rain began to die down as if some phenomenal force prevented Ana from washing away the sins staining her hands. Eventually, she found the only other shelter she could think of. The chapel her brother once resided within.

Inside the large doors, the interior was adorned with cobwebs, leaves, and cracked statues, a sign of how long it had been since the sanctuary was last cleaned. The lone demihuman draped her exhausted body over the altar, limbs folded into her chest. Silence settled over the dim interior.

It was the first time in months she retreated to this chapel. And each time, Zeloph would comfort his sister when she succumbed to feral instincts. Ironically, the Fallen One taught her that there was more to humans than just sex and carnage.

‘Humans have done...many questionable things. But, are we not the same?’ he would ask, accompanied by a gentle smile. ‘I think we should take it upon ourselves to provide humanity with a greater example of how to live. Life should be cherished and celebrated, not wasted away chasing dragons. I know you’re still struggling with this, Ana. But no matter what happens, I’ll always be there if you need me. I trust you’d do the same, if I were ever in your shoes.’

Tears stained the stone platform as Ana recalled her brother’s brilliant deception. How could she have suspected Zeloph would follow in their father’s footsteps and try to enact mass-wide extinction? Surely, there was another way Ana could have prevented his descent into madness.

No…. In the end, it didn’t matter. They had both done evil. And now, would suffer in solitude.

As the moonlight poured through the stained glass, its rays highlighted a lone picture frame, causing the sulking demoness to lean up and pull it towards her. It was the only picture she and Zeloph ever took together, the former posing cheekily while the latter did his best to keep a straight face. They looked…so happy here.

It was enough to make Ana break down into broken sobs, clinging the last good moments of her extensive life against her broken heart.