Demon Bonds

Sometimes, life just fucked you over. It certainly did for me. But let me start at the beginning. I'll make it quick, I promise. To begin with, I was left in the foster care system as soon as I took my first breath. Yeah... what a great start, right? Right. Things only get worse from there, let me assure you. A lot worse.

Normal kids got adopted. I didn't. It sucked ass when no one wanted to give you a chance. I was handed from one foster family to another because I was 'too much trouble' for them. Or something along those lines, anyway. I grew up bitter and resentful; I got into a lot of fights and whatnot until I met him.

At first, he seemed like a sweet guy. He seemed so cool and mature, and I thought it was love at first sight, but in reality, he was no different from everyone else. He used me. He abused me. He gaslit me. He isolated me. All the nasty, disgusting shit an idiot with rose-tinted glasses chose not to notice because they were too dumb to recognize a toxic relationship when it slapped them in the face—aka me. I ended up becoming a whore because of him, and that was how I ended up with a child. All because I had to spread my legs for whomever he decided paid enough money to have a go at me. It became normal for me, but when I learned of the pregnancy, things became all too real. It opened my eyes to the cold, bitter truth. A hard fact I couldn't ignore anymore. There was no turning my eyes another way, no pretending things were better than they actually were. No. More. Lying. To. Myself.

I was about to become a mother, and... I didn't want the same life for my baby girl that I had to go through. So I ran. I ran as far as possible, trying to start a new life away from my old one. I still worked as a sex worker, though. What? It was what I was good at, but this time, I did it on my terms. I became a porn actress. I was the emo, goth chick everyone fapped to. Yep. I was that gal.

...until things caught up to me again, that is.

That same guy that used me as his bitch found me and threatened to destroy my life—you know, the usual shit I had to deal with back when he controlled my every move. I told him to fuck off, and then... he shot me. Long story short, he got run over by a pickup truck trying to escape from the crime scene while I bled to death. I thought that would be where my sorry existence would finally find an end, and I could rest in peace, knowing that that asshole got his just dessert. Karma was a bitch, though, and that was not what happened.

Oh, no, no, no. See, when I died, I got fucked over again for good measure. It turned out that Heaven and Hell did exist, after all. And God left a flamboyant angel fucktard on the big seat so He could go on vacation or something for the past few thousand years or so. Who knew what the Big Guy was doing after the whole 'Jesus' thing? My money was on Him just not giving a fuck about His creation. Humanity was beyond repair, so on and so forth; why care, right? Worse still, the guy who killed me was judged before me, and he got off scot-free because he made puppy dog eyes at the angel prick and faked some crocodile tears, claiming I was an evil temptress. Me, on the other hand? Well, I got the short end of the stick.

You would expect an angel to be free of bias and all that crap, but no, this one was already under the thumb of my abusive ex and sentenced me to an eternity in Hell. As in capital-H, eternal torment, pits of fire and brimstone, no hope for redemption and forgiveness, Hell. No questions asked, no plea for innocence, and no answer to 'What did I do to deserve this?'. I had no say in the matter whatsoever and no way to defend myself before the whole case was swept under the rug and me along with it. The only catch was that the rug turned out to be a trap door, and the destination was a one-way ticket to motherfucking Hell. It didn't matter that I was innocent; I was 'tainted,' and so I was fucked over for no other reason than their damn, prudish bigotry.

Yes, I might have loved having sex a bit too much for my own good, but that was no reason to condemn me to an eternity of torment, now was it? I turned my life around and tried being a good mother (even though I barely got to do any parenting by the time of her first birthday), yet it wasn't good enough. It wasn't like I was forced into that lifestyle, right? No, it was too much to simply overlook that part of my life and see it for what it truly was: me trying my best to be a good person.

Eternal damnation wasn't exactly the first thing on my mind as I washed up on the shores of the desolate landscape after nearly drowning in the black water. Hell didn't look at all how I expected it would look—not that I ever expected to see the place with my own eyes, to be honest. In life, I always held out the hope that reincarnation was a thing and not this stupid, religious bullshit. Alas, stupid, religious bullshit it was.

After dragging myself onto the basalt rock formations that comprised a large part of Hell, I was met with... nothingness as far as my eyes could see. A giant ass pentacle hung in the sky like an unholy halo, an oppressive reminder of where I got rejected a peaceful afterlife, and the landscape surrounding me taunted me with starvation to come.

I needed to figure out where to go from there. I could wander around aimlessly or wait for someone else to find me. Considering where I was, I wasn't keen on the latter, so exploring I went. It went without saying that I was left with no clothing or any other protection (lucky me). No shoes, no shirt, no pants, no anything. Just me, the sweltering heat, and my blistering skin.

Turns out, I wasn't quite as alone as I first thought I was. Before too long, I stumbled upon a genuine friggin' demon. You know, fingernails sharp as claws, devil horns, spaded tail, cloven hooves, and bat wings. That kind of demon. Her hungry look sent shivers of existential dread up my spine. Suffice it to say, I turned tail and ran the fuck away from that thing. I ran as fast and long as I could, and then some. I didn't stop until I couldn't feel my legs anymore. I collapsed on the sooty black sand beach and the endless sea of dirty, yucky, muddy water. Exhausted, I had no energy left in me to find shelter from the giant sun-pentacle in the sky as it bore down on me with its merciless, harsh rays.

Fuck. This wasn't eternal damnation at all. This was a friggin' horror movie in real life. I succumbed to a fitful night of rest after the adrenaline wore off. I was sure I only managed to do so because it was close to evening (or what counted as an evening in this hellish landscape of dry, volcanic rubble and no friendly soul in sight). I didn't expect to get rescued, and I sure as Hell didn't expect to find salvation here, so I spared myself the trouble of hoping for a miracle. What was the point, anyway?

The second day, I fought with my hunger as I felt the effect of dehydration set in. I was sure I would be dead the day after, so I didn't touch the murky water. I wasn't that desperate to keep myself alive for longer than necessary if I was doomed to stay in this nightmarish realm with no escape. I made myself as comfortable on the beach as possible, intent on giving up and letting the inevitable happen sooner rather than later. It was better to get it over with and all that shit.

Yeah, I know, I know. That was kind of defeatist of me to say, but what else could I hope for? The angel fucks sure as Hell wouldn't give me a second chance after wrongfully condemning me to the afterlife reserved for the worst kind of people because they could do no wrong. Yeah, right. Fuck them.

I honestly preferred suffering for a short while rather than prolonging my torment. I was still a completely ordinary, run-of-the-mill mortal. Death would set me free and I might just get reincarnated or something. Those religious Christian whacks were right about one thing; surely another religion could be right about another, right? Right? Right?

On the third day, I spent time cooking. As in, cooking myself in this hellish oven because I was too weak to do anything besides thinking about my shoddy luck. At least my daughter would live a better life than I did. As long as she didn't get forced into illegal sex work as well, I could rest easy knowing she would have a better future than I did, even without me in it.

By the end of the third day, I closed my eyes, hoping to never open them again. I had enough of my sorry existence and wanted to get it over with. Let me reincarnate as a bat or something and enjoy a carefree life of doing nothing significant other than exist for once.

Except... it was just too bad Hell didn't work that way. Lucky me.

I woke up the next day still as miserable as ever. Only my gnawing hunger and thirst didn't kill me. My blistering skin was starting to look ugly as Hell, and my ribs began to show while my face got noticeably more gaunt and sunken. I swear, my skin started turning red as my nails took on a deep, pitch-black color and they felt noticeably sharper. I chalked it up to the lack of bathing, trimming, and filing since I've been here.

There was no change in the weather, so I was in for a day of torture without relief from the pentacle sun's harsh, intense rays. But to be honest? The loneliness was starting to get to me. Not that I was very sociable, to begin with. Alas, when you were hungry, any other person would have looked tasty—I mean, friendly. I was in no way thinking about eating another person, even though my hunger was driving me insane.

Maybe just a little nibble or two...

Ahem! It wasn't until the sixth day that I started to crawl over to the ocean to fill my throat with the filthy liquid to alleviate the burning dryness. I could have cared less about the quality; all I cared about was putting an end to the agony I was in.

That proved to be my biggest mistake yet.

Excruciating pain raked my guts as the mucky water hit my stomach. I curled in on myself even as the liquid stung my peeling, red skin. My claws—no, nails, damnit! I was imagining things. My nails were bloody from the scratches I subjected my skin to, and if I could have screamed with my burning throat, I would have wailed like a banshee.

Things only continued to get worse from there. My body continued baking in the sun, turning my 'slightly' red skin into a charred, dark red. And despite my insistence otherwise, there was no way my nails could have grown so sharp; they dug easily into my skin wherever I wasn't careful with them. My lips didn't look much better than the rest of my body. I was sure I was only imagining things—like my totally-not-claws—but I could have sworn I had fangs.

Alas, my torture was far from over. If anything, this was just the beginning. One day, I spotted something that looked suspiciously like vultures circling over me far above in the sky. At first, I thought I was hallucinating (like everything else that I imagined), but then the shadows swooped in.

Those weren't vultures, nor any animal found on Earth. They looked like tiny, goat-like reptiles with thin, whip-like tails and sharp, jagged horns. At the end of their tails were spade-like tips, and their teeth were all long, needle-like fangs. And they were as naked as I was, laughing among themselves as they found me too weak to struggle and fight back. What followed was less pleasant than my previous 'work' while I still lived among humanity.

I won't go into any details, but by the end of their heinous crimes, my skin and throat weren't the only things that burned with hellish pain. Their inhuman sex organs had cruel barbs along the shaft, and at one point, the pain started to become a dull throb in the back of my consciousness. Not that I spent much time awake during that part of my stay here. At least their cum had a numbing effect. Or the acid in their fluids burned away what little nerves I had left. Who knew?

I had no idea how many weeks passed before things changed from the dull monotony of those lowly imps taking their turns with me and them fighting among themselves in a language I didn't quite understand. Although, one day, growling and barking could be heard in the distance. The stupid things fled the scene while at the same time leaving me to the mercy of whatever caught the scent of our less-than-pleasant act of 'love.' There was nothing remotely nice about it, and I was used to lousy sex with uncaring partners.

Two wolves with rattling chains around their necks alerted their master to my presence, and I saw a pair of broad, black hooves enter my vision. The shadow of this newcomer felt a lot more foreboding as I was too weak to turn my head up at my 'savior.' All I could do was whimper pathetically—just my luck.

Everything changed as soon as he grabbed me by my fledgling horns and lifted me like a pathetic sack of meat. The man that greeted my eyes looked downright satanic. I could see a literal fire in his gaze. His eyes were like burning charcoal as he regarded me with disdain, as if I was barely worth the trouble of picking up. Alas, whatever he saw in me, he smiled with sadistic glee, and I was powerless to fight back as he strapped me to the back of one of the gigantic mutts.

Like everything else in this godforsaken hellscape, those wolves looked like they had seen better days once upon a time. Even the big guy with the cloven hooves and sharp, black nails looked like he hadn't seen a decent meal in forever—unlike that demonic, succubus bat chick I had run into. I should have gone with her while I still had the chance. She might have taken care of me and not devoured my soul.

Things got simultaneously worse and better as soon as we arrived wherever he took me. It was a vast, ornate fortress on the other side of the mountain range I had seen in the far distance on my first day in this world. All manners of huts and hovels were built outside of its gates as imps, devils, hellhounds, nightmare steeds, centaur people, gargoyles, and other kinds of chimeras made this 'city' their home. My 'savior' went directly through the lesser rabble with a particular type of authority, and I could tell many feared him.

The devil that found me wasn't their leader, though. No. He was merely one of the soldiers of the big guy, a proper archdemon simply referred to as 'Gluttony.' He was one of the many Overlords of Hell and one of the Seven Deadly Sins. Oh? Did I forget to mention that I was also branded with a hot iron and learned to speak satanic as I was nursed back to adequate health to serve the lord of this city? Well, now you know. I also got a motherfucking tail like the other demons around here, as if my unjust fate wasn't enough insult to injury. Getting fucked by a bunch of imps must have left me too numb to notice growing an extra appendage.

I could deal with the unexpected physical change in anatomy, but I wish they had left my nerves as broken as my soul. The imps were just a foretaste of what was to come. Apparently, Gluttony got bored of having any single concubine for extended periods. Those who couldn't amuse him for long were permanently removed from the fortress for being a waste of time and resources.

I was encouraged to serve the lord well enough if I didn't want to end up in a pit of spikes for the rest of my unending torment in Hell. Fighting back against my new master came with an instant sentence to the belly of the volcano, too. I learned that the hard way when I witnessed the last concubine get dragged out of the servant quarters one day, kicking and screaming for mercy after she stole food from him.

The fear of literally spending eternity submerged in a pit of lava gave me enough incentive to learn how to best please the 'kind' lord. That day marked the first step into my descent into sin and depravity (in Hell). I quickly rose in rank due to the skills I acquired on Earth. Not only that, but I also learned how to use my new demonic features.

Turns out I did have claws now. As well as fangs. A couple of horns. And a literal devil's tail with a spade-like tip. My time suffering in Hell turned me into a lesser demon only one rank above a lowly imp. Not that I took pride in that. One rank above an imp was still at the bottom of the barrel around here. My best chances of staying alive rested entirely on my skills as a whore.

Among those skills, my tail and fangs came quite in handy. The fat pig liked getting a bit wild; the bloodier it got, the faster he came. He was an animal, through and through. I fucking despised every second of it, but I bore through the pain to please him. What was a bit of lightheadedness compared to staying out of a pit of molten rock, huh?

Thus, I became one of Gluttony's favorite new toys and did my best not to displease him in fear of him getting bored of me. And yet, despite my best efforts, keeping him entertained became increasingly more challenging. At the same time, my body struggled to cope with the physical abuse he subjected me to. He had an insatiable hunger and an even worse hunger for new flesh. The competition among his concubines was by far the worst, though.

It was only due to my paranoia that I avoided most of their petty schemes and backstabbing. Still, I was having difficulties with keeping my place among his favorite fuck toys as time continued on mercilessly. Years of hard work were almost instantly ruined when she showed up.

The succubus with the curly ram horns and small bat wings came by, and Gluttony all but forgot us 'lesser' concubines. Since we took up too much space and resources to keep us healthy, we were all sentenced to the pit. And it was during our transport over to the volcano that all Hell broke loose.

Wicked daggers and whips came flying at us, and the enforcers stood next to no chance against the assault. The succubus that entertained Gluttony for a while was among those assaulting our captors, and many cackling imps had their fun tearing the throats out of those who tried to put up a fight to stop them from abducting us.

The handful of succubi leading this 'break out' quickly got the upper hand, riding upon the backs of those nightmarish horses who called themselves the umbrum, shadowy demons that pledged their services to the Seven Deadly Sins since time immemorial. And thus, I came to know the Lady of Lust and Debauchery, the archdemon of sex and matron of monsters: Lilith. She had many more titles, but to those serving her, we were simply instructed to call her mistress. Some even had the 'privilege' of calling her Mother.

Those who earned her favor were given the chance to prove their loyalty to her and the ways of the Lilin, the chosen children of the Mistress of Sin and Lust. And with that came the rebirth of becoming a succubus. As in, literal rebirth—it wasn't pretty, let me tell you. It was some proper alien shit with eggs and cocoons involved. It was gross and disgusting, but... if my time here in Hell taught me one thing, it was to take any chance I could get to stay in the good graces of those who called the shots. I wasn't dumb, and those who failed her test were met with an even grimmer fate than displeasing Gluttony. At least he didn't feed his dogs with those who could not please him.

It wasn't even a choice between serving her or failing the test and ending up as dog shit for thousands of years. And so, I was tasked with spending a night of passion with the queen of all demons. The tricky part about this? Getting her to cum. The mistress of all things horny was notorious for being able to last years without letting herself cum. Unless you knew how to trick her into letting her guard down.

Talking dirty to her and going hardcore on her was the obvious tactic most of the concubines from Gluttony tried to employ, and all of them failed more spectacularly than the last. Lilith wasn't at all impressed by that tactic. So I tried something else: I asked her what she would like me to do and treated her like a lover would. Every moan was a reward for my dedication, and every scream was an incentive for me to keep pleasing her to the best of my ability.

Her cries of ecstasy as she climaxed were like music to my ears, and I was rewarded with her gift. The ceremony was as depraved as you would expect from a bunch of succubi and incubi. Unlike those sycophants, I was just biding my time to make my grand escape from Hell, though. And for that to work, I would have to make a name for myself, a privilege not many succubi got to have. But I didn't need that bitch Lilith to give me one. All I needed was the ability to dream walk that every succubus possessed and a clueless summoner to drag me out of Hell in a summoning ritual.

As soon as I emerged from my fleshy cocoon of rebirth, I went to work. Alas, sadly, my plan to escape the confines of Hell failed multiple times. There were only so many ways to stay hidden in the mortal realms while you were either enslaved to a warlock or on the 'kill on sight' list of many religious zealots. Thankfully, Lilith was none the wiser of my schemes to leave her and all those she called her children behind for good.

My new family wasn't exactly the loving kind. My 'siblings' were downright bitches I would rather avoid at all costs. So, that was what I did, keeping my dalliances a secret in the hopes they wouldn't notice me trying to escape Hell for good. Even in Hell, I was the black sheep... or rather, the white sheep among a herd of demonic, murder-happy demon goat bats. As far as the other Overlords went, Lilith was the kindest one. Not the best, but certainly the most caring one if you overlooked the possessiveness I tried to escape while I was still a mortal on Earth. She was better than Gluttony, at least.

Soon enough, I started to be known as Ishtar, Goddess of Love and Sexuality, Fertility, and... a few other less important things. People would wage war over my sinfully sexy body, no matter what alternate reality of Earth they hailed from or from which era. Still, none tried binding me permanently to their mortal plane in fear of displeasing me, and my time was running out. The other daughters of Lilith were starting to notice something was up with me, but our 'dearest' mother took it as me being eager to fulfill my requirements of feeding on semen and sexual fluids of all kinds.

Hah! If only she knew. That bitch could choke on an imp's dick for all I cared. Those fuckers hurt like Hell (no pun intended). Stupid, barbed, needle-shaped acid spewers.

Despite my failures, I kept going, no matter how hopeless it seemed. I knew I was innocent; I just had to believe it. I wasn't the monster the angel pricks saw in me in their stupid Silver City. All I had to do was find the right summoner for my purposes. I knew with certainty that not a single version of Earth was safe for me, so I had to reach out beyond the known realms of God's creation. If I wanted out, I had to leave humanity behind for good.

It came as quite a surprise when, instead of me reaching out to the unknown, the unknown reached out to me first. As coincidence would have it, I felt the call of a summoner outside the known realms between Heaven and Hell, and I gladly accepted the call. I wasn't very picky; I only needed to get away for good. And get away, I did.

I was summoned to a rather interesting place. A place unlike anything I had ever seen. Right on time, too, just as my dear 'sisters' came to confront me about my duplicity.

The whirlwind of a summoning vortex took me away from my chambers in Lilith's castle. I found myself in a rather dark basement of a half-timbered house. It looked pretty lived-in, too, so I doubted it was just a relic of the past. More importantly, instead of my claw-like nails, I had... hooves? The front pair was smooth, dark red, and my hind legs sported the cloven hooves I had gotten used to in my succubus form. My wings were the same leathery bat wings; however, these seemed a lot larger in comparison (or was I just tinier? I still felt like my proportions were more or less similar to my humanoid form—I needed better reference material). And instead of my devil's tail, I now had a voluminous purple fly swatter in the form of a horse's tail. On my flanks was a stylized picture of a heart with devil features in a pentacle.

What the fuck is going on? I thought to myself, bewildered. Is this where the centaur people came from? Or are the rumors about the umbrum true, after all? Have I found Paradise Valley? No fucking way.

I looked at the only other pony in the basement with me. I doubted something so innocuous-looking could end up as one of those nightmarish fiends in Hell. But what did I know? I was a former human turned half-goat sex demon with bat features. Or a batpony sex demon now, I guessed.

Speaking of the other pony in the room, a flabbergasted look was on her(?) eggshell white muzzle as she stared at me with utter disbelief. Right. My newest summoner. Hopefully, she would be the last one if I played my cards right. I only needed her to bind me to this realm and somehow get rid of her afterward.

Speaking of binding me to this realm, I noticed a perfect circle drawn with chalk around where I stood (how cute). There was even a pentagram drawn between me and the outer edge as if it would make the summoning circle somehow contain me. There was no salt, candles, blood, or anything else aside from a small crystalline heart glowing with an ominous light.

I knew it was bad news for reasons I couldn't explain. Just being near that thing gave me existential dread worse than any amount of holy water could give me. Fucking religious zealots, I swear.

"It worked?" the dumb idiot asked, sounding very much feminine. Not that I would know what sex this pony had; there were some interesting variants of Earth out there that had a whole plethora of weird combinations between people's sex and gender. Let's just say women with dicks weren't all that weird when some humans had tentacles where no tentacles should be (among other things).

I frowned as the mare began to laugh to herself. Fucking Hell, she sounded worse than Lilith when she found a new toy to play with.

"Demon! I hereby order you to serve me!" the megalomaniac pony with weirdly big eyes called out, and I raised an eyebrow. She was a bit full of herself, wasn't she? I eyed the crystalline heart wearily. I might as well play along for now and humor her. After all, what could go wrong? There was no need to jeopardize my freedom just yet.

"And what do I get in turn?" I asked, already coming up with a scheme to screw her over in my head. This place would be the last place any of my so-called 'sisters' would look for me; it would be the ideal hiding place. I could finally break my unjust bonds to Hell and live a peaceful life without constantly having to worry about finding a dagger in the back of my neck. I hated it whenever that happened.

The pony mare in front of me blinked her light green eyes dumbly. "You get to serve me," she proclaimed as if it was obvious. I could tell she was not only arrogant but also narcissistic to boot. "Tch! Enough of that. Demon, I hereby name thee Ishtar,"—a sudden, mental spike of pain paralyzed me, and I found myself unable to move as a heavy iron collar was placed around my neck by her, constricting my windpipe uncomfortably—" and from now on, you will only respond when spoken to. You shall obey all my orders, whether verbal or implied. You will not go out of your way to harm me. Is that understood?"

The hold on me slackened ever so slightly, and I glared at my newest captor—so much for regaining my freedom and living a peaceful life away from the snake pit that was Hell. "Yes," I ground out with a sneer. Let's see how long that confidence of yours would last without a contract to—

"Sign this with your blood, servant," the bitch told me, and I was forced to bite my fetlock. I didn't get a chance to read the contents of the parchment before my black blood dribbled onto it, and it was taken away. Fuck...

I'll admit. This fool was cleverer than I gave her credit for, but surely she couldn't have thought of—

"From now on, you will listen to the name of Pleasure because that is all you desire to grant me," she interrupted my thoughts again, and I growled internally. I swear if she— "You will await my return here with the proper reverence befitting of a servant, and you will treat me as a lover should. You will not look at another pony and lust after them; that right is reserved for my body only."

The pale, eggshell white mare raised a brow at me as if expecting me to confirm her demands, and I nodded, a feeling of despair and arousal swirling in my guts. What else could she do to force me into servitude?

"Good," she said, a sinister glee in her eyes as her sea-green tail swished happily behind her. "Now, grant me the power to seduce other ponies so they may only love me as they should."

How despicable could one pony(?) be? I was sure she was bound for a one-way ticket to Hell. And unlike me, her sins would drag her back to that fiery pit even if she managed to get summoned by a fool stupid enough to call out her name.

The ominous glowing crystal in the shape of a heart glowed more brightly as I relinquished my power of dream walking into it. The thing started to show cracks as I poured my aura of seduction into it next, and it broke into two halves as I gave it my power of compulsion. It still glowed, only now it had a fiendish red color to it, drawing the light of the surrounding area into it.

My new mistress took the two pieces and confirmed it was still working by forcing me to moan with need. Holy fuck! How could she already be so proficient in using it? Oh, dear God... she was a magic user, wasn't she? Shit.

I was forced to follow her to a dingy bed on the other side of the basement, and she presented me with her fishy-smelling snatch. I kept myself from gagging as she commanded me to pleasure her. The stupid contract she forced onto me made me enjoy it, too.

I was a prisoner in my own body as I licked and nibbled on her foul entrance. All the while, I was subjected to the most pathetic dirty talk I've ever heard from a mortal.

That was just the beginning of my new life in this land, which I would later learn was called Equestria. It was a land of many mysteries and legends, filled with creatures I previously thought to be made up. Among those, a pink pegasus I would find myself indebted to for eternity. A pink pegasus with a mysterious past.

There were worse things than that, right?