Demon Bonds

I had my fun at Cadance's expense, and soon after that, she had hers at mine as she flicked her tail sharply against my flanks, and I neighed. I fucking neighed! At least I didn't bleat like a fucking goat. I was sure that would have killed her—stupid Cadance. I swear, I would get her back for making me do that.

Anyway, Princess Celestia sent a weird magic flare into the sky that would last until canceled, telling us that the royal guard would be able to locate it and send help for the victims of Prismia's reign of terror. Then, the topic changed to one a bit less pleasant.

I never would have agreed with her proposal if I had known it came with the requirement of learning how to be a princess. I wasn't into politics; I had enough of that in the snake pit Lilith called her palace, but at least we weren't expected to take over the nation since Princess Sunnybutt was immortal herself. Still, politics and nobles, ugh.

Cadance wasn't looking forward to it any more than I did, but at least I had the advantage of being used to it. That, and I could spot lies and deception from a mile away. Oh, I was going to teach her the ways of insulting nobles and their worthless progeny and then some.

However, from what Princess Celestia told us, nobles in this world were merely petty brats seeking popularity instead of the kind that would hire an assassin to stick a knife in your back instead of doing it themselves. While that was a relief, there was still the danger of them utterly ruining your reputation if you got on their wrong side. So, first thing first, I was going to get dirt on them to ensure they didn't get any dumb ideas. I could deal with their shit better than Cadance, so I would make sure to draw their attention away from her and unto me instead.

Hence, I planned to teach Cadance how to create a visage for herself ASAP. She wouldn't last a day being accused of being the spawn of a demon, even though she had enough grace to manifest a holy aura as long as she didn't keep it suppressed. She was pretty much alone in figuring out that part of her heritage since I was a motherfucking demon and Princess Sunnybutt was a deity of the sun. Her kind of magic went from light to heat to death lasers, and that was it. Well... that and regular unicorn magic (and something called alicorn magic—I had no idea what the difference was, but I'll take the big sun goose swan horse's word for it). None of that would do us any good, though. Not without some training (for which we didn't have the time on such short notice, so... big bad demon shapeshifting it was).

We agreed that we should appear as Princess Celestia's long-lost nieces for our mortal disguises and be treated as alicorn royalty (something about an ancient law making all alicorns royalty or something). The story was easy enough to sell, so I shrugged and went with it.

The disguises themselves wouldn't hold up to scrutiny against someone who knew what to look out for, but demon hunters were practically nonexistent in this world, anyway. 'Aunty' Celestia told us that nopony would even be looking for shapeshifters since the last known race to be capable of it had been sealed away in a volcano or something. I was sure they did something terrible to deserve it.

I could tell these changelings were probably lesser demons related to flies that fed on love (or something along those lines, anyway). Cadance was mildly disturbed to know those kinds of demons existed, but as far as changelings replacing loved ones went, they were pretty tame compared to... well... every other demon, to be honest.

I wasn't worried about any of the more problematic demons finding us here, and even if one of them did, they sure as Hell wouldn't bother with little old me. What I was more worried about was where Prismia got a motherfucking book of demon summoning from. It was very suspicious; it mentioned most of the Lilin's True Names and even the lower rabble struggling for power in the City of Lust and Debauchery.

That wasn't all there was to it, though. No, it also went on for the other Deadly Sins and lesser Overlords. Our 'aunt' quickly confiscated it before I could memorize all of them in case I would need to use their names in the future, but considering I wanted to stay the Hell away from Hell, it wasn't too big of a loss to me.

But enough of that. Cadance and the rest of the little hamlet held a little ceremony for the deceased that evening, and I watched on with impassive eyes as I held the crying nephilim in a wing hug. I didn't know any of these ponies personally, but a crying girl was a crying girl. If they meant something to her, then I would bear the awkwardness of sitting in on a relatively private occasion and give her a shoulder to cry on while she was mourning.

It was especially difficult for her to say goodbye to her surrogate parents, as she had no one left to call family aside from 'Aunty' Celestia and myself. In a loose sense of the word because I sure as fuck wouldn't call her my niece, sister, daughter, or whatever the fuck else. I wasn't going to do that. Nope. No way. Never.

I did feel something akin to protectiveness over her. I wasn't sure what I felt for her just yet, but I glared at the few stallions checking her out with the full might of my devil's gaze. Even while disguised as an alicorn, ominously glowing red eyes were kind of my thing. That, and the satisfaction of them almost pissing their nonexistent pants.

Cadance told me to stop scaring the living daylights out of 'random' ponies, but that didn't stop me from doing it behind her back. Fuck those slimeballs lusting after her cute, pink body, seriously. She was way too good for all of them combined.

Aside from the whole 'looking like a fifteen-year-old teenager again' to sell the story our 'aunt' fabricated, the trip over to Canterlot was pretty much uneventful. It was only mildly frustrating teaching Cadance about abilities she had never had before. Still, she got the hang of them pretty quickly (after I threatened her with the fear of being ostracized for being part demon in a relatively conservative part of the country, that is).

She went with a similar appearance age-wise as I did to make the story of us being 'foalhood friends' more believable. Whoever came up with these ponyisms could go fuck a cactus, seriously. They were nothing short of ridiculous, in my opinion. Weirdly adorable but still absurd.

At first, 'Aunty' Tia wanted us to appear like little fillies, but I wasn't about to abstain from sex for over a decade just because it would give us more time to adapt to being pretty pony princesses without the expectations placed on us of acting like ponies befitting royalty. Fuck that shit.

Ultimately, we reached a compromise to look like teenagers on the cusp of being young adults. It would give us enough time to learn proper etiquette and whatnot while not subjecting us to the belittlement children had to deal with (for the most part, anyway). And you know... not being allowed to touch myself inappropriately. I would have to keep my hooves to myself for the time being, but I could survive without sex for a short while.

...pfft, yeah, right. As if I was going to become all innocent and shit now. I would cause mischief whether 'Aunty' Sunnybum wanted me to or not.

Creating a visage was somewhat complex yet also relatively straightforward, in a way. It was easy enough to change into something familiar, and age wasn't too hard to alter, either (at least for the first time). Trying to revert it to a specific age was more challenging, though.

A visage was a representation of oneself as a different species or gender. Once created, it would 'remember' its previous state and 'grow' each time it was reapplied. It made things considerably easier, not having to worry about every little detail every time I woke up in the morning.

There were some things I was limited to that Cadance wasn't, for example. She was an impossible oddity—a paradox—in that she was both part angel and part demon, so she could (if she wanted to) appear cherubic or demonic in nature while I was locked to infernal and regular mortal appearances. Some part of my visage would always give away my fiendish nature, but it was less of a problem here in Equestria for entirely coincidental reasons, I swear.

Apparently, batponies existed, and they looked like how I did as a mortal pony here. How convenient.

By the time we made it to Canterlot, Aunty Celestia had to 'raise the moon' and 'lower the sun' and I challenged her to prove her claim that she actually did throw a burning ball of gas and a big ass rock around the orbit of this world. Turns out, for once, she wasn't full of shit as she made the descent look like a ticking clock. It was hilarious to see—more so, the panic of the populace as our chariot moved through the main road leading up to the castle. It was mainly meant to show us off to the ponies living here before we would be crowned as—ugh... princesses—but also to give us an idea of what city life looked like in the capital.

Snobby. That was the main takeaway I got from my first glance. It was snobby and boring, and fuck, their style was worse than Lilith's on a good day. Suffice it to say, I wasn't looking forward to socializing with these ponies after the coronation was over. The only ray of hope I had was maybe seducing one or two ponies for a romp in the hay, but even then, I looked like jailbait at the moment. No way in fucking ever would I go for someone underage, so my chances were rather slim of getting laid without dropping my visage and ruining the whole charade.

Fuck 'Aunt' Celestia and her foresight to suggest that we look like fifteen-year-olds (after failing to convince us to look like preschool kids). I was this close to throwing caution out the window and making a teenage colt very lucky, but I wasn't about to go weak the first day I was properly free from Hell and my succubus hunger. I had standards, believe it or not. Standards I just made up, but still.

Once we were at the castle (or palace, rather), Aunt Celestia showed us the throne room—which looked a thousand times nicer than Lilith's, by the way—before moving on to the kitchen and dining room, where we first met the obstacle called 'Sunset Shimmer.' The girl glared at us so intensely that I was half certain there would be afterimages of us burned into her retinas. Whatever her deal with us was, I was sure we would get to feel it sooner rather than later.

Bring it on, Bitch. I would fuck you over if you made Cadance cry, I swear. They would never find your body; I would make sure of it.

Anyway! There was also the brat called 'Prince' Blueblood, but he was a bag of hot air and nothing more. Easily cowed if he was foolish enough to try something (such as hitting on Cadance, for example).

Dinner was obviously vegetarian, but I dutifully ate my veggies without complaint (I would still have to eat physical food to keep healthy, even though my succubus hunger was no longer a problem). They weren't half bad, only lacking a light sprinkling of cum, in my opinion. Blueblood's face was hilarious as I voiced as much to 'Aunt' Celestia when she asked us how our food was. She took it with a calm face, not showing any hint of surprise or disgust, while Sunset sneered at me like I was a whore (which I was, to be fair), and Cadance blushed brightly while her wings shot open stiffly. I kept my gleeful cackle to myself and continued as if nothing unusual had happened.

The rest of the tour included a short stop at the library to show us where we could study and learn and do our assigned reading (there would be lessons to accompany those, of course) and a quick detour to the little filly's room for Cadance's sake.

Last but not least, 'Aunt' Celestia showed us our new rooms, which would later be embellished with our cutie marks to indicate which room belonged to whom. They wouldn't show our real cutie marks as that wouldn't go over well for obvious reasons, but heavily edited versions that were still (somewhat) true to their original versions.

Cadance's would show the crystal heart pendant thingy she kept as a memento of her defeat over Prismia, while mine would show a simple red heart. I know it was rather unimaginative, but what other choice did I have? I couldn't show the devil horns, the demon tail, or the summoning circle, duh. While most ponies were ignorant of the infernal, they would still see a monster wearing pony's clothing instead.

The rooms themselves looked like typical five-star hotel suites. However, both of them still lacked a personal touch. It was our choice whether or not we wanted to add or remove things, which was honestly a no-brainer for me—I wasn't a fan of the bright coloration of the suite at all. We would also be given a stipend to spend on things we wanted, but the amount would depend on how well we did in school (not that it wasn't expected of us to excel in our studies, anyway).

Speaking of school, we would have to attend a public one in addition to our private lessons with Aunty Sunbutt and our tutors. Fuck me. At least we managed to convince the big sun goose swan horse to not send us to an elite, private school. That would have sucked big time. Cadance had fewer qualms about being forced to go back to school, but even she didn't look forward to what was sure to be a busy schedule.

That night, I decided to have some fun terrorizing the ponies of Canterlot and teach Cadance a thing or two about dreamwalking. At first, she was against us playing petty pranks on innocent ponies, but soon enough, I had a partner in crime as we gave Blueblood a wet dream of having sex with himself. He actually moaned like a dog in heat, so that caused us to giggle madly with mischief.

Sunset, on the other hoof, was having a nightmare of us in the lead roles. We were the popular girls who stole all her thunder, boo hoo. I shrugged and moved on, dragging Cadance along with me to the next victim of our petty pranking spree. We left Aunt Sunbutt's door the Hell alone because even I wouldn't touch her dreams with a ten-foot pole. The self-loathing and guilt I felt coming from her door was honestly suffocating, and I had no intention of intruding on what was most likely centuries-old hurt without asking permission first. Whoever she must have lost, it left massive scars on her heart that I wasn't sure could be healed.

Cadance was even less enthused about leaving Aunty Cellybutt to suffer alone, but I gave her the express warning to not mess with bad dreams lest she wanted to risk her own mental health. Dreamwalking had very real dangers you needed to be aware of. It wasn't a power to be taken lightly (unless you wanted to use it to prank your enemies and have a laugh at their expense, that is).

The night was over all too soon, even with the shrewd perception of time while in the Dream Realm. And with it came the first dawn of us being the adopted nieces of the ruler of this land and our coronation. Fun times ahead. Not.