Demon Bonds

Time flew by when you were having fun tormenting your nemesis in her dreams. Cadance didn't ask why I did what I did since I suspected she knew perfectly well my explanation was complete bullshit, but she let me do what I wanted with Sunset as long as I didn't get too sadistic.

I just let her relive some of my experiences being fucked by a bunch of faceless ponies. It was petty and tasteless and horrible of me to subject her to that, but I was a motherfucking demon. She should have chosen another pony to bully, seriously. I had plenty of bad memories to beset her with.

The following day, Cadance didn't wake me up for once, and I felt weird as she gave me a subdued smile and a half-hearted 'Good Morning' at the breakfast table. Aunty Jellysun didn't notice as she was busy reading her morning newspaper. She had already finished her breakfast and idly sipped from her tea.

"Good Morning, Pleasure," she greeted me, and I mumbled my own 'Good Morning' back, staring at the bowl of muesli already placed at my spot with less enthusiasm than it deserved. Aunt Celestia noticed my mood and frowned in concern. "Is everything alright?"

"Just a shitty night," I told her, listlessly shoveling spoonfuls into my mouth. Great. So much for revenge tasting the best when served cold. Why must you guilt trip me now of all times, conscience? She fucking deserved it. I wasn't going to torture her while she was awake, so what was the big deal about it? It wasn't like I was inflicting actual trauma on her. They were just memories. Shitty, awful memories, but memories nonetheless.

"I'm sorry to hear that," Auntia said, putting her newspaper neatly away with her golden horn magic. "Is there anything I could do for you?"

"Oh, so she's worth your concern, huh?" Sunset seethed, and I glared back at her. Fucking bitch. Why did I even feel guilty for tormenting you in the first place? Fuck you. Go make love to a cactus, seriously.

There was only so much toxic behavior I could stand before I retaliated in kind. Granted, while I could be a bit of a bitch myself, I made an effort to only act like that to those that had earned it. My hide was thick enough to shrug off most of her shit, but even I had a limit.

"Sunset..." Princess Auntlestia began, only for her student to snort and leave with an angry huff. Aunty Jellysun sighed as she watched her go before turning back to us. "I apologize for her behavior. I don't know what has gotten into her as of late."

"Yeah..." I scowled skeptically, letting the topic slide. I wasn't about to get myself involved in their drama. If she was too blind to notice her student being a jealous bitch, that was on her. What did it matter to me, anyway? It wasn't like she was my actual aunt and I was even remotely invested in this family drama or whatever. Like... I wasn't at all looking forward to having a genuine, everyday, domestic life away from the snakepit that was Hell.

Stupid Sunaunt.

"Are you packed and ready to go, then?" she asked us, and we nodded. I would rather stay here, but then again, I didn't want to deal with Sunset alone. Who knew what else she would do to me while her mentor wasn't there? "Then please finish your breakfast. We won't get a chance to eat on our way to Griffonia."

Right. I did as I was told, even though I wasn't hungry. It would stymie my succubus hunger from becoming worse, though. Cadance's more so than mine, but I've lived with it for centuries now. It wasn't nearly as bad as it was before our ascension, and yet, I could still feel it in the back of my mind, nagging at me like a drug addict.

What could I say? To a succubus, regular food paled in comparison to the taste of cum. Not even this premium milk could come close to it, which was saying a lot.

Cadance and I retrieved our bags (not that the castle's bellhop wouldn't have happily carried our luggage for us, but I would rather they did not see what kinds of books I left lying around in my room). As soon as we met with Aunt Sunbutt, we left the castle's gates to the two waiting sky chariots parked in front of the drawbridge.

Cadance and I shared a chariot while Aunty Jellysun took the other one for herself (nopony else would fit in with her due to her humongous horse butt and ginormous swan wings). Sunset was nowhere to be seen—thank God—and Tante Les Tia gave the four pegasi drawing our chariots the signal to get going. I was mildly relieved we wouldn't be waiting long enough for the amber unicorn to decide to come with us after all. I was sure the ride would have been even less pleasant than it already was if she had. Apparently, it was not too out of character for her to shirk her duties as Princess Celestia's protégé since our adopted 'Aunt' didn't feel like waiting on the off chance she would change her mind.

That and the whole drama from earlier probably made Aunty Jellycelly think it would be better to let her stew in her own misery instead of trying to comfort Sunset. Things must have already been tense between them long before we came along to stir the hornet's nest like that.

Whatever. It was not my problem. Sunset wasn't my responsibility. Let them do whatever they thought was best for them while I would worry about my own shit, such as Cadance's wing brushing against mine while I tried to read my smut in peace. Or Cadance asking me what I was reading every few minutes or so. Or her trying to read over my shoulder while getting into my personal space. Or her tail flicking against my flanks because there was so little space in our sky chariot.

...or her biting her lip whenever there was a juicy scene in the book...

Ugh. For fuck's sake...

"You really know how to be annoying, don't you?" I asked her rhetorically, and she merely snickered next to me. "Didn't you pack your own entertainment?"

"I did," she confirmed, and I scrunched up my muzzle.

I looked at her as she continued to lean against me like the annoying pink pest that she was to read from my book. "Then why are you bothering me?"

"Aside from it being fun to tease you?" she asked, a mischievous smile quirking up her lips. "I doubt our chauffeurs would appreciate me taking out the kind of toy I like to play with~."

I blinked before my muzzle started to burn with heat. "You didn't..."

"Hm?" Cadance hummed, giving me a faux-innocent look.

I shifted awkwardly next to her with the limited space available to us, the wind practically nonexistent around us. At least our guards didn't have the same luxury of a magical windshield, or I was sure they would have already started plummeting to the ground due to stiff wings, taking us along with them.

"Where did you even get one of those?" I asked, feeling jealous I didn't think of finding a sex toy of my own. How did I completely neglect the thought of sating my urges without having to tempt another pony into having their way with me? Sure, a toy was kinda boring, but damn, I've been conditioned. To be honest, I couldn't bring myself to care, though. I liked getting fucked, simple as that.

Still, I wanted to know where I could get my own toy now. There was no way I would be able to survive three-ish years without sex. Fuck that.

"You would like to know, wouldn't you?" she giggled. I pouted while she gave me a nuzzle, turning the page of our—my book, damnit. I wasn't even finished with that page. Stupid pink alicorn.

I turned the page back before I could be tempted to read ahead. "Seriously, where in the name of my unholy 'mother' did you find a dildo around here? And who the fuck would sell it to a minor?"

"Well, first off, we only look like minors," she told me, the topic of our age as much of a touchy subject to her as it was to me. "And secondly, I didn't buy it, exactly."

I blinked before I looked at my best friend and pink nuisance in a new light. Damn. Who would've thought she had it in her?

"You still haven't told me where you found one," I reminded her, preventing her from turning the page again as I was too distracted to catch up with her. I gave her an annoyed frown, but she ignored it.

"Believe it or not, but some students take the weirdest things with them to school," she told me, and I raised a brow at her. Wow. "It was unused; don't give me that look."

"I wasn't about to say anything," I shrugged. "Trust me, I've sucked on worse than a used dildo before."

"I... didn't need to know that," she muttered, looking slightly green.

I snickered. "Just wait until you have your first orgy. You won't care either where those dicks have been before they are shoved in your face."

"Just... read the damn page, Pleasure," Cadance grumbled, and I did just that, amused. "I'm surprised they let you check this out."

"I might have taken it without the librarian noticing," I said, finally turning the page so Cadance could read the following two pages.

"Uh-huh," she hummed, not at all surprised that I would do something like steal books from the library. "So... why a novel about a maid?"

I gave her a look. "Why not a novel about a maid getting railed by a noble lord behind his wife's back?" I asked back, challengingly.

"Fair enough," Cadance said with a blush. That the maid also went full-on dominatrix on the guy only worsened her blush as we returned to reading in companionable silence. Nice.

The rest of the flight went by with only minor conversation between us before we had to put the book away as we neared our destination. Just as it was getting good, too. Lord Full Purse was a very bad colt, and his cute mistress was all about whipping the nasty, immoral behavior out of him~. My, oh, my...

Anyway, Griffonia was nothing special to look at. Sure, their castle was just as ostentatious as the one in Canterlot, but their city didn't hang off the side of a mountain. Kind of dull and unimaginative for a modern fantasy place, but who was I to criticize their style? I've lived in a massive Gothic fortress castle palace thing that reeked of cum and blood for most of my stay in Hell. Some old-fashioned, timber-framed houses and cobblestone roads were a refreshing change of pace—even if it smelled kind of strange, not gonna lie.

The griffons themselves were far louder than any pony population I had been to so far (which, granted, wasn't a lot, but still). Despite the loudness of the afternoon traffic in the street, their chaos was nowhere near as bad as what I was used to in Hell. At least here, people weren't openly murdering each other in the streets. Or what counted for murder in a realm where everyone was damned to suffer eternally without the sweet relief of death. Not a permanent death, anyway.

God really was a sadistic bastard when it came down to punishing the wicked, I swear. Dying the first time hurt. Coming back to life shortly after sucked ass because everything still hurt. Dying after that was even less pleasant than that. The first time was like blacking out. Every time after that, though? Oh, that shit was maddening because, at some point, you don't black out anymore and feel every death while conscious.

Getting stabbed in the back took on an entirely different meaning when you had to suffer through being unable to do anything against the friggin' dagger in your spine, I swear. Supernatural healing was pretty cool on paper, but damn, did it suck when it literally refused to let you stay dead.

The less fortunate souls in Hell had it even worse, though. Some structures were literally made out of the suffering sinners permanently dying over and over again. Compared to that, I was fortunate Lilith took a liking to me, awful as it was to have her attention on me and the frigging jealousy it brought on from my 'sisters.'

Hell sucked, yadda yadda yadda; let's move on, shall we? Better not linger on those memories, or I might cross a line and let Sunset feel what it was like during my first week in Hell. God knew I was already tempted to give her a nightmare of having to serve as Gluttony's concubine.

Our carriages drew a lot of eyes as old and young alike stared at the 'fancy ponies.' They didn't even bother to hide their distaste for having to move out of the way as our guards pulled our carriages through the streets. Celestia waved at the citizens of Griffonia occasionally, and so did Cadance, albeit with a certain uncertainty. I didn't bother doing the same since I perfectly understood their racist slurs as we moved past them.

Clearly, these motherfuckers had little respect for women. Much less so for women with power. I had been called a whore ever since I was forced to suck a dick for the first time, more so since my unjust sentence to Hell, but being called a whore without having done anything to their knowledge beforehand just felt dirty.

It didn't help that I was also offended on Cadance's behalf. She clearly didn't understand a word being said, but I could tell that she noticed the tone of their voices whenever they insulted one of us (which was every other sentence, to be fair).

I had no idea why Aunt Celestia thought it was a smart idea to take us with her. Judging by the insincere smile on her muzzle, she definitely knew what was being said, yet she continued to wave and smile like nothing was wrong.

I guessed throwing us in the deep end was part of her lessons to temper us against this kind of reaction from other species with less kind views on pony society. Then again, I suspected it was more for Cadance's sake than mine. Hell saw worse on a good day than these racist fucks were capable of (or was it specist?).

Aside from the name-calling, I also overheard some of them talking to each other about 'who would taste better.' Great. They had no qualms about eating ponies, either. What was next? Them endorsing rape and necrophilia? Disgusting pieces of shit.

Cadance and I later learned that this 'Kingdom' of Griffonia consisted of a single city and smaller villages surrounding it. And they were the only nation where griffons settled that had a problem with being decent people. Griffonstone was less bad (or so I was told), though it had its own issues with greed as its citizens lived in poor conditions near poverty.

The history was wacky, but it did resemble Britain's colonialism if the Commonwealth crumbled to pieces under its own weight. This world's Australia was the only part that managed to recover and flourish, while every other griffon nation was more or less cannibalizing itself.

Suffice it to say, I already had plans for my nightly activity of playing pranks in the Dream Realm. But before I could do that, I had to survive the shark tank that was griffon royalty. Günther Adlerauge der Dritte was one prideful motherfucker, and his wife had a permanent sneer etched on her beak. The prince wasn't much better, while the princess was closer to our 'age' and thus didn't quite understand what kind of hateful words spilled out of her trap. She was well on her way to becoming just as bad as the rest of her family, though.

Cadance and I still showed them the proper respect befitting royalty (while sneakily making rude gestures behind their back). Before long, dinner was served in the opulent dining room that was honestly larger than the friggin' ballroom back in Canterlot. It showed how empty and cold it felt, but to each their own, I guessed.

Dinner itself was another thing entirely. I had nothing against meat, but when it came from sentient creatures, even I had my qualms. The kinds of demons that partook in that kind of behavior were nasty pieces of shit in Hell, and I could already tell where this royal family was bound to end up after they kicked the bucket.

Cadance and I had no choice but to eat what we were offered or risk offending the fucktards worse than flipping them the bird could. Starting a war with these kinds of people was a surefire way to get the ponies of Equestria to end up on their dinner plate next, and Princess Auntlestia could hardly defend the entire nation all by herself.

Sure, she was powerful—I could feel it from a mile away—but even she could not be everywhere at once. And as far as the military might of Equestria went, ponyland was kind of behind Griffonia in the arms department by the looks of it. They were nowhere near the level of weaponry Earth had in the twenty-first century, but when faced with spears and gold armor, muskets would come out on top nine times out of ten. And that was only due to Equestria possessing the gift of magic to defend itself with.

Even Princess Celestia was wary of fighting against a gun, despite most unicorns being perfectly capable of stopping one from being used against them. It wasn't too difficult to wrench a stick to the side, even with dubious levitation skills, but the risk of them shooting first was much too high. Only a few ponies were capable of creating a shield to defend themselves with. And since our military consisted of two-thirds lacking a horn on their noggin', the fight wouldn't be remotely fair. At all.

Granted, one-third of our military was more than enough to keep the borders safe in defensive skirmishes, but a full-on invasion? It would take some rallying to get the peace-loving nation I called my home now to muster up enough courage and fighting spirit to kick their butts back to where they came from. Unicorns weren't exactly known for being hotheaded, so most conscripts would probably either be pegasi or batponies, and then earthponies.

Despite the lack of ranged firepower in the form of guns, ponies survived against various predators for a reason. Not only did they have the numbers to weather an assault for a long time, but ponies were the most magical thing on this planet; they could literally lay waste to the enemy forces by creating their own natural catastrophes. It was foolish to get ponies mad enough that they would cause droughts and hurricanes in your homeland with little to no effort.

That didn't mean peace wasn't the preferred option, though. War was a tough bitch, and nopony liked grieving the loss of loved ones, especially to those who had no qualms about eating them. So... it was either appeasing the small population of predatory birds or offending them and causing untold suffering because we were squeamish about eating a little bit of meat, no matter where it came from (I was so going to throw up later).

By the end of dinner, Cadance looked disturbed at the fact that her body had no problem digesting her 'meal' while Aunt Celestia didn't let it show on her face that she would rather sleep next to the toilet that night. I was the only one largely unfazed by it, but I was a demon. I was used to people behaving like monsters around me (not that I liked it any more than they did, to be honest).

Günther the Hühnerauge was rather impressed by my stony façade, and the stupid chicken had the gall to propose a political marriage between his thirty-year-old son and me. While I was looking like a fucking fifteen-year-old teenager. So... I guessed pedophilia was another thing on the list of 'What the fuck is wrong with you?!' with these people.

Aunty Cellyjelly politely declined on my behalf, stating that I was already 'engaged' to someone, and the same was true for Cadance (totally not implying anything there). It was a blatant lie, but the idiot bought it nonetheless. Thank God. I might have had my grievances with our 'aunt' about a few things, but I was glad she at least had my best interests at heart.

The only good thing about this trip was that my bed didn't face the direction of the sunrise the following morning. I was glad that it would 'only' last for about a week before we were bound to head home.

...heh. It was interesting that I had already started to think of it like that. I never thought I would look forward to living my life in Equestria as a princess, but all things considered, I could have ended up with way worse options. I could do without the diplomatic visits to countries like Griffonia, though.

That night, Cadance gleefully participated in tormenting the over-glorified chicken by giving them embarrassing dreams. She let her inner demon shine as she came up with one horrifying idea after another, and I couldn't help but cackle evilly next to her as we gave the royal family dreams of litter boxes. Served them right.