Granted Wishes

“This is so stupid,” Button Mash groaned, rolling his head back while he sat on the couch. “It would be dumb enough if we were just wasting our time, but we’re going to get in deep, deep trouble when Twilight realizes he stole that book.”

Setting a candle on the floor, Rumble grimaced up at his friend. “First of all, we borrowed the book from Twilight’s library - secondly, what makes you so sure it won’t work?”

Button peaked a brow and met his companion’s gaze. “Oh, I don’t know, maybe the fact that succubi don’t actually exist.”

“And how would you know that?” Rumble countered. “Listen, you’ve seen Discord, everypony’s heard about Tirek and Grogar, and there was that crazy incident with - uh - whatsername.”

“Cosmos,” Button asserted.

“Yeah, her,” Rumble affirmed. “All I’m saying is that there’s a chance succubi are real.”

Shrugging and reclining, Button stared up at the ceiling. “Whatever. If Twilight finds out you borrowed,” he grumbled and airquoted with his forehooves, “her book, this was your idea.”

Scrunching his snout, Rumble turned his attention back to the task at hoof. Neither he nor Button had been very successful with their respective pursuits of romantic interests; they’d both been turned down by young mares multiple times, most of their old classmates had or were in relationships, and it wasn’t like Ponyville was exactly brimming with prospective paramours - bearing all that in mind, spurred by a growing desperation, he’d come up with a simple, albeit somewhat bizarre scheme.

With all the wild tales and legends of creatures that defied reality, ranging from the benevolent Great Seedling to literal demons, he’d decided to roll the dice and try to summon a being that could tend to his and Button’s carnal needs. Almost everypony had heard about succubi, the arcane entities that feasted off the sexual love of stallions and colts alike, so he figured trying to call upon one couldn’t hurt anything ~ right?

Stepping over to the open tome and reading over the ritual, he glanced to the arrangement of candles on his living room floor. Since Thunderlane was gone for the weekend, off to perform in Manehattan with the Wonderbolts, he and Rumble had the place to themselves. The way he saw it, one of two things was going to happen: either their arcane attempt would prove successful, they’d have the time of their lives, and they’d end up with a story nopony would believe, or nothing would happen, he’d pick up some pizza, and they’d play games until they passed out - either way, excluding the chance of Twilight noticing one of her books was missing, he didn’t have anything to worry about.

Completing the diagram displayed in the old, dusty book, he stared down at the moth-eaten velum. Parts of the incantation were easy enough to read, like the list of ingredients and the steps in the process, but some of the details had been lost to the ravages of time. Bits of text were rubbed away, the corner of one page was missing, and the language was a very antiquated variety of ponish, but he was fairly certain he’d gotten everything right.

As he trotted in a circle and sprinkled salt from a shaker behind him, he motioned with his free wing over at Button. “Grab the lighter and the pin.”

“Pin?” Button quipped, slipping from the couch. “Don’t tell me we have to -”

“It’s just a drop of blood,” Rumble interrupted, “don’t be such a foal about it.”

Button cursed under his breath, though he did as he’d been asked. While he still thought the whole idea was silly, the sort of thing two colts did on a dare, he wasn’t going to complain too much. Rumble was his oldest friend, they’d done wackier stuff together, and it wasn’t like he had anything else going on this evening. Stopping in the foyer, he plucked a safety pin and lighter from the door-side desk.

“You want me to turn the lights out when I get back in there?” he called.

“Yeah,” Rumble called back. “It doesn’t say anything about it being dark, but I figure it’s not a bad idea - plus it’ll add to the ambiance.”

Turning and trotting back into the living room, he sat the items down on the coffee table then walked to the wall and flicked the light switch. “Now what?”

“Now we light the candles, offer a drop of blood, and say the incantation,” Rumble explained, taking the lighter and pin in his wings. “Don’t worry, I wrote it down on a scrap of paper for you.”

“So do I stand across from you or something?” Button pressed, stepping around sigil on the floor.

“I think so?” Rumble warily replied as he lit the candles and handed the note over to his friend. “It’d be weird if we were holding hooves for it.”

“Weird and gay,” Button laughed.

Snickering to himself and tossing the lighter onto the couch, Rumble wandered to the opposite side of the mark. “Yeah, that would be pretty gay.”

As far as he could tell, there were only two things left to do. Holding the pin in his teeth, he lifted and stuck the sharpened length of metal into the supple frog of one forehoof. Having hurt himself far worse in the past, getting everything from scraped knees to getting the wind knocked out of him, the pain wasn’t that bad. Tossing the fastener to the opposite side of the circle and to Button, he extended his injured forehoof over the outermost line of salt.

“All we need are three drops -” he noted, “after that, we say the incantation at the same time ~ got it?”

Wincing as he pricked his hoof, Button dropped the pin. “You are so buying us pizza after this.”

“Yeah yeah yeah,” Rumble carped, watching as two crimson drops fell from his hoof. With no need to look at the book, having memorized the odd words, he nodded. “On three - one, two, three!”

“Klaatu Barada Nikto!” they uttered in unison.

Button held his breath and looked around the room, waiting a small eternity for something - anything to happen, until it became evident that his doubts were well-founded. “See, I told you that -”

In the blink of an eye, the candles went out. Given how late it was, with the sun having set hours ago, it wasn’t shocking for the room to be dark, yet the gloom in the den seemed preternatural - eerie even. Sensing his pulse quicken and a chill run up his spine, he slowly exhaled and noticed his breath fog before him.

“D…did it get colder in here?” Rumble sputtered, shivering in place.

Nodding, Rumble swallowed hard. “Y…yeah, maybe it’s -”

“Mmmmmmmmmmm,” a deep hum cut through the air, silencing the young stallions and making the blood in their veins turn to ice.

Unable to move, the pair watched as the shadows coalesced into a figure. Tall - far, far too tall to be any ordinary pony, the beast took form as the candles reignited around it. Neither pony budged from where they stood, trembling like leaves in the wind until two pinpricks of emerald light appeared above them. Rumble and Button gasped and practically lept back as the fruit of their unholy labor was made manifest.

“Interesting,” it breathed, its rich, sonorous voice coming from everywhere and nowhere at once. “Very interesting indeed…”

“H…holy Celestia,” Rumble stammered, quaking from the tips of his hooves to the top of his head. “It…it worked!”

Glancing over at his friend, Button stood mute and motionless. They’d certainly summoned something, that much wasn’t up for debate, though he somehow knew something was amiss. Instead of a short, curvaceous, and demonic mare, the figure before him was titanic, easily as tall as Celestia and with an order of magnitude more muscle. Staring up at the behemoth, he cleared his throat and drew its gaze.

“W…why can’t we see you - like fully see you?” he asked, trying and failing to put steel in his voice.

Dipping its head, the beast closed its eyes. “Pardon. It’s been so, so long since somepony has called me that I forgot my manners. Behold…”

The shadow enshrouding the figure dissipated, giving both stallions their first true look at the eldritch hulk. Its form was that of a pony’s, although it was far different than any equine either of the two had seen before. Sporting cloven hooves, a pair of horns twisted into a helix, and cat-like eyes, the monster appeared as though it had crawled from the abyss - then again, if the spellwork was correct, that’s where it had come from. Its mane, tail, and whites of its eyes were jet black, while its coat, save for golden highlights on its forelegs, were a brilliant carmine. Neither Button or Rumble could have said what a demon was supposed to look like, yet they both inherently realized their plan had worked.

“May I?” it intoned, waving down at the circle.

“What do you - wait,” Rumble grunted, cutting himself off. “You’re not going to hurt us ~ are you?”

Laughing heartily and dismissively waving a hoof, it smiled and exposed a pair of savage, dagger-like fangs. “Perish the thought. You summoned me for a purpose, and I doubt that purpose would be to harm you - either of you.”

Sidling around the circle while making sure to leave the salt undisturbed, Button inspected their otherworldly guest and came to a shuddering halt. “You’re a stallion?!?”

“And what gave it away?” it mused, grinning down at the little earth pony. “Was it my size, my voice, or…”

Going quiet, he hiked a hind leg to display his groin and underbelly. Button went slack-jawed with his eyes practically bugging out of his head, although Rumble couldn’t see what had his friend so shocked. Hurrying around to join his companion, he looked to the beast’s nethers and spied a pair of grapefruit-sized balls and the thick, fleshy sheath of a stallionhood. While they had successfully called upon a creature of Tartarus, it was instantly apparent that something had gone awry.

“You were supposed to be a succubus,” Rumble pouted.

Eyeing the open book, the goliath pursed his lips. “Perhaps an error was made. Succubi and incubi, like myself, are exquisitely similar in a number of ways. If you break the seal and give me some measure of freedom, I’m sure I’ll be able to clear all this up.”

Button and Rumble exchanged a look and wordlessly shared their concerns before the latter spoke. “Before we even think about doing that, I need two things: your name and a promise that you won’t hurt us.”

“Darling,” it purred, its lips twisting into a smirk as it locked eyes with the comparably diminutive pegasus, “I’m a being of pleasure. Unless you and your friend are masochists, I won’t hurt a hair on your cute little heads. As for my name, you may call me Gilded Baron.”

“W…what will you do if we let you go?” Button croaked.

Turning his gaze to the earth pony, Gilded shifted slightly. “I’ll do whatever you’d like me to do. I will leave when you’re satisfied or by sunup, whichever happens first.”

There were few times in Rumble’s life when he wasn’t sure what to do, but this was easily the craziest one of them. Gilded seemed congenial enough, promising no ill will to either himself or his buddy, and it wasn’t like they weren’t in the hometown of the Elements of Harmony; on the slim chance that things did go wrong, he’d bet his bottom bit that Twilight and her friends would come charging in to save the day. Extending a hoof over the line of salt, he peeked to his side, saw Button give a hesitant nod, and broke the seal.

“Yes,” Gilded groaned, stepping forward and out of the sigil. Arching his back, he shook out his mane and stretched. “I’m in your debt, truly.”

“Don’t sweat it,” Button murmured as his eyes wandered up to the mammoth’s flank.

Gilded beamed and lowered himself to the floor, flicking his tail and erasing the crest as he went. “Forgive me for my impudence, but what are your names? It would feel wrong not to howl your names while you fuck the cum out of me…”

“I - What?!” Rumble coughed, backing away. “Dude - uh - w…we’re not into stallions.”

Maintaining his smirk, the demon rolled onto one side. “Not to dismiss your assertion, but I’ve heard that many, many times before. Perhaps you should help yourselves to a long, thorough inspection of my assets before coming to a hasty and frankly disheartening decision.”

Button inched closer to the lounging creature, moving without thinking. Gilded’s voice was the embodiment of sin, dripping venomous lust with every word, yet his tone and the way he spoke were only one of the beast’s facets. Though it was painfully obvious that their visitor was a stallion, and a darn big one at that, its form and figure were captivating.

Full, broad hips, an ass that could make even Celestia jealous, and a pair of pillowy lips made Gilded just as feminine as masculine. Wandering around to the incubus’ backside, he flinched when the demon splayed its hind legs and flicked its tail out of the way. The view of the creature’s balls, each of which being almost as big as his head, was disconcerting, though that wasn’t what held his attention.

“I see at least one of you has fine tastes,” Gilded snickered, reaching down his belly and past his package. “You can give yourself a closer look. I don’t bite - that is unless you ask nicely.”

He’d seen more naughty bits than he dared to count, seeing as how creatures of all types in town rarely wore anything whatsoever, although the sight before him gave him a moment for pause. Gilded’s pucker was, in a word, a thing of beauty. Incredibly large, hewn of silken flesh, and with a gold ring pierced through its distended, supple rim, the beast’s glistening backdoor sang a siren’s song to him.

Gilded giggled and pawed at his distended, winking hole as the pony drifted closer. “There you go. As I said, I’m all yours - well, you and your companions for the evening…”

“Button,” Rumble snapped, “what are you doing?”

“Just - um…” Button absentmindedly answered, fixating on the doughy ring before him.

The longer he looked, the more enticing Gilded became - worse still, as he drew nearer to the beast, he was beset by an ambrosial aroma. Instinctively sniffing at the air, unsure of what he was smelling, he came to a startling realization. A heady, almost intoxicating musk was radiating from the incubus, clouding his thoughts and setting his pulse to quicken.

Sneering, Rumble marched forward and up to the demon’s face. “What did you do to him?”

“What did I do?” Gilded parroted, innocently holding a forehoof to his bosom. “My dearest Rumble, I haven’t done anything to your friend - in fact, I believe you should ask him what he’s doing to me.”

Rumble peered down the beast’s belly, past its steadily emerging stallionhood, and over to his friend’s face. “Button!”

“He smells nice,” Button dreamily remarked, breathing hotly against their guest’s pucker.

“Not to brag, but I do more than smell nice,” Gilded arrogantly added. “From what I’ve been told, I’m a veritable feast for the senses.”

Gazing up at the beast’s mouth, Rumble scowled. “Maybe to somepony who’s gay…”

“You mortals,” Gilded scoffed, “always so caught up with your little classifications. Attraction and pleasure aren’t restrained by such trivial notions as sexuality. If you truly are concerned for your heterosexuality, by all means, I’d be happy to put these cock-pillows to good use.”

“I…” Rumble fell silent as Gilded opened his maw and extended a tongue that had to be at least a foot long.

With a forked tip and bearing a number of gold studs down the center of its length, the sinuous, dark appendage’s dexterity was made apparent. Coiling in upon itself, the long, slick, muscular slab of meat beckoned him with its tip. Despite himself, subconsciously wondering what forbidden pleasures such a tongue could give, he felt a shiver run up his spine.

Dipping his head lower and peeking under the stricken pegasus, Gilded eyed his host’s goods. “If nothing else, allow me to give you a blowjob as a show of gratitude.”

“I…I don’t…” Rumble mumbled.

Regardless of the fact that Gilded was a stallion, he had little doubt that the demon could show him delights few if any mortals had experienced before. Turning his attention back to his friend, he gulped when he noticed Button wantonly sniffing the beast’s backside. He’d never, ever stick his dick in a dude, no matter what they were or where they’d come from, but getting sucked off but an incubus wouldn’t make him gay ~ right?

“Would you like me to beg?” Gilded lamented. “I’d prefer to keep my dignity until - Mmmmm…There’s a good colt…”

Closing his eyes, Button succumbed to his urges and ran his tongue around their visitor’s rim. A cocktail of flavors exploded on his palate, setting his mind alight and spurring him on. He’d never touched anypony in such a depraved way - for buck’s sake, he wasn’t even into anal, yet the unfamiliar taste and bouquet of the incubus practically demanded he submit. Disregarding but aware of his hardening stallionhood, he lapped at Gilded’s ass.

Observing the little earth pony for a moment, Gilded swung his gaze back to the pegasus. “I should consider myself fortunate that one of you isn’t timid…”

“Timid?” Rumble repeated, knitting his brow.

“It’s quite alright,” Gilded condescendingly sighed, reaching out and patting the pegasus’ head, “not all stallions can be domineering studs. Perhaps you’ll be lucky and find a mare who’s even more submissive and sheepish than yourself - that way you may feel some small modicum of pride in your -”

“S…shut up!” Rumble spat. “You said you have to do what we say? Fine! Lay on your back!”

Flashing his teeth, Gilded carefully rolled onto his back. “Seems I struck a nerve.”

“If fucking your face is the only way to keep you quiet, I guess that’s what I’m going to do,” Rumble growled, stepping over the supine demon’s outstretched head.

Buck it - he’d been moments from excusing himself and heading to his room, allowing Button to revel in whatever obscenities he liked by his lonesome, but it was time for a change of plans. Who the buck did this Gilded asshole think he was? He was Rumble, the one and only, and he was not about some fancy-talking, big, kinda handsome hellish stallion talk down to him - not now and most certainly not in his own home! Turning his head and looking under himself, he met the incubus’ gaze.

“Suck my cock, bitch,” he snarled.

“With pleasure, sire,” Gilded cooed.

Though he was straight as an arrow, Rumble stepped forward and presented his semi-rigid length. He’d wanted to have a cute, mare be the first pony to grace his dick with her mouth, but he supposed beggars couldn’t be choosers - that and a part of him wanted to put the big, rude bastard in his place. Demon or not, Gilded wasn’t about to question his unshakable heterosexuality - not now and not ever.

As a pair of soft, exquisitely warm lips wrapped around the tip of his length, nursing his flare, he closed his eyes and tried not to think about the utterly massive, gradually hardening cock in front of him. Hearing Button groaning softly into the brute’s backside, his ears twitched when a sensual moan cut through the air. He’d realized Gilded sounded kind of marish, in an odd sort of way, but the incubus’ sensual, contented hum made his hair stand on end.

He could practically see it, some big, beautiful succubus hungrily slobbering on his tool, and the thought alone sent blood surging to his stallionhood. His hips bucked reflexively, moving of their own volition and causing the beast beneath him to sputter slightly. He had to admit that the blowjob felt ok, although the excitement he felt from making the demon gag was electrifying.

“You like that, slut,” he jeered, steadying himself and thrusting into his guest’s face.

Plowing his turgid length into the incubus’ muzzle, he basked in the power he was afforded. Gilded may have been bigger than him, older than him, and undoubtedly stronger than him, but he was a pushover - just a needy bottom-bitch with two holes to be filled. He lowered his head, peeked down his chest, and watched as the demon’s lips mopped his pistoning shaft. Maybe this wasn’t as bad as he thought - after all, it wasn’t like balls were touching or anything! Growing increasingly pleased with his imperious position, he chuckled.

“H…hey Button,” he chirped, “you having fun back there?”

Button withdrew and gasped for air, feeling certain that he’d heard somepony call his name. “W…what?”

“You having fun back there?” his friend repeated.

“Y…yeah,” he responded, licking his lips and staring down at Gilded’s winking, saliva streaked hole.

He would have never, ever figured he’d end up eating a demonic pony’s ass, much less an incubi’s ass, but to say he was elated would be an understatement - moreover, he wasn’t the only one enjoying himself. Drawn by the sound of a meaty Thwack, he shifted his gaze and noticed the titan’s tool slapping against his belly. While it was a bit off-putting to comprehend, some sliver of him was aroused by the fact that he’d turned on the colossal beast.

Turning his eyes back to Gilded’s big, muscular cheeks and the inviting, likely cavernous entrance nestled between them, he was stricken by an idea. Gradually dipping his head and stepping to one side, he aligned himself with the infernal stud’s rear and took a lungful of air. It was completely impulsive and bordered on the absurd, but he was compelled to take the plunge and do something crazy - literally.

Driving his snout to and into their guest’s tush, he earned a low, guttural groan of bliss from Gilded. It would have been impossible for him to explain it, barely understanding it himself, but making the eldritch creature feel good made him feel good. On the frequent occasions when he got himself off, it was common for him to fantasize about how well he’d treat a mare, bringing them from one climax to the next, and the principle apparently applied to creatures of the same gender.

The fleshy ring yielded as he drove himself forward. Having his head in a demon’s ass felt far, far better than it should have, though the bizarre experience came with a price. The sweltering heat, the smell, the taste, and the bliss he afforded the otherworldly giant were incredible, beyond what any mortal pony could afford, which evoked a prudent and terrifying question ~ since Gilded’s ass was as phenomenal as it was, how good would it feel around his dick.

His stallionhood jerked up and beat against his tummy at the thought, snapping him from his stupor and virtually demanding he reconsider his priorities. Pulling his head free and shuffling back, he was given a glimpse of the demon’s dark, inviting depths. Had somepony told him he’d ever do anything lewd with a stallion, he would have laughed in their face and called them insane - now though, peering longingly at the incubus’ behind, he did more than just consider the notion.

The way he saw it, there was no reason not to seize the initiative and do something brash. Other than being presented with a once in a lifetime opportunity, the sort of thing he could joke about at bars when he was older, he couldn’t rightly say Gilded was a natural creature of any variety! Rearing onto his hind legs, he lurched forward, locked his forehooves over the demon’s thighs, and brought his stallionhood to the beast’s entrance.

“Are you seriously going to fuck him?” Rumble squawked.

“Yeah ~ and?” he countered, kissing the tip of his length to Gilded’s pucker. “I don’t want to hear a word, given what you’re doing right now.”

Lowering his gaze from his friend’s face, not wishing to mire himself in a childish, petty argument, he bucked his hips and sheathed the entirety of his cock in one smooth, effortless stroke. He’d assumed that Gilded would be relatively loose, considering his enormous size, but he was proven wrong in an instant. Like a velvety vice, the incubus’ hole seized hold of his shaft and began milking him.

Though he may have been a virgin, he had a decent grab on biology. Like most orifices, an anus could clench or relax, that was it, yet Gilded’s entrance exerted a level of control that defied belief. It could have - should have been impossible, but he swore it felt like every inch of his dick was getting massaged and lovingly squeezed at the same time.

“Oh Celestia,” he groaned.

The stimulation proved all the inspiration he needed to abandon his reservations and start thrusting in earnest. Pounding away without the slightest bit of restraint, he peeked up and watched Gilded’s dick begin drooling pre-cum like a broken faucet. The demon didn’t just like the way he was getting fucked, he loved it! Aroused beyond all reasoning, he spontaneously reached out and rubbed the titan’s length.

Rumble’s lip curled in disdain as his friend started stroking the incubus off. He may have been getting his dick sucked by a stallion, but even his depravity had its limits - or so he thought. Looking over and seeing the blissful expression on Button’s face, his disgust grew tainted by curiosity. There was no possible way that fucking a giant stud could feel that good ~ could it?

“Come on,” he huffed, increasing the speed and force of his thrusts. “It can’t be that -”

“It’s amazing,” Button bleated. “I…I don’t - Mmmph - c…care if this is gay or not!”

Steadily beginning to doubt himself, Rumble scanned his friend for any sign of deceit. Button was as straight as he was, never once having shown even the slightest interest in males of any persuasion, yet he was railing Gilded like it was the last day of his life. Not sure what to think of the strange development, he was shaken from his thoughts when the warmth around his stallionhood was replaced by the feeling of open air.

“Master,” Gilded began, “is something wrong?”

“No,” he pouted. “Just keep sucking my -”

“Forgive my impertinence, but might I make a suggestion?” the demon interrupted. “Since you’re clearly a stud who likes to conquer his lovers, perhaps you’d like a tool more fitting for the job…”

Looking back, he met the incubus’ eye. “What do you mean?”

“If you’ll allow it, I’ll give you a small taste of my power and endow you with a stallionhood that could make any mare or stallion, even one as experienced as myself, squeal with delight,” Gilded explained. “Though such a gift would come with a -”

“Yeah, sure, whatever,” he groused, flippantly waving a wing. “Just quit talking and - Gah?!”

His eyes widened, his nerves went alight, and a wave of euphoria washed over him. It took everything he had to stay standing and weather the inexplicable onslaught, stumbling slightly to one side in order to maintain balance, but the odd sense of vertigo and elation ended as suddenly as it began. Hearing an amused chuckle over the sound of Button’s hips beating against their guest’s backside, he frowned and dipped his head.

“What’s so darn…” he trailed off as he peeked down at himself.

Where once his modest stallionhood had sat, an absolute behemoth of a dick rested. As big as his leg, covered in ridges, and snaked with large, angry veins, his endowment had been transformed into an abomination - an abomination capable of destroying any hole he crammed it in, but an abomination all the same. At a genuine loss for words, delighted and horrified in equal measure, he whimpered when Gilded readjusted and started tonguing the head of his cock.

“Mush better,” Gilded slurred.

“Did I ask you to keep talking?!” Rumble barked.

Determined to put his new tool to good use, he forced his stallionhood into the beast’s snout and picked up where he’d left off. The blowjob from mere minutes prior had been pretty nice, vastly better than the feeling of his own hooves or wings, although the sensation of stretching the demon’s throat was much, much better. His eyes never strayed from Gilded’s throat, watching it bulge obscenely with each of his plunges, while his passion eclipsed his frustrations.

This was where he belonged, taking charge and subjugating anypony he liked, and it fanned the flame of his desires. As he gave a particularly brutal plunge, one which made the incubus loudly gag, his balls slapped against the beast’s face. Gilded may not have been a succubus, but maybe there really was a silver lining to summoning the colossal stallion - if only to put the hellish entity in his place.

Hearing his friend furiously grunting, he begrudgingly turned his attention back to Button. “Pace yourself!”

“I…I can’t,” Button whined.

He’d often mused about how long he would be able to last when he was finally able to get laid - unfortunately for him, even his most realistic estimates had been a bit generous. He couldn’t have been screwing Gilded for more than a hoofful of minutes before he rocketed past the threshold of what he could withstand. Already well beyond his limit and feeling himself starting to flare, he hilted himself, threw his head back, and cried out in bliss.

The climax was like no other, making every other orgasm he’d ever had look downright pitiful in comparison. His balls snuggled up to his groin and pumped their load through his pulsing length and into the demon’s quivering depths. Feeling something hot against his forehoof and hearing Rumble curse, he forced one eye open and peered down at the giant.

Gilded’s gargantuan stallionhood flared and erupted what had to be pints of thick, rich foal-batter. Not only was his output beyond belief, more than enough to knock up any mare several times over, but the force with which it shot from his spasming cock was staggering. Painting his abdomen, chest, neck, and Rumble in his seed, he quaked and rode out his apparent ecstasy.

“Come on!” Rumble seethed, leaping back and mopping a gobbet of jizz from his cheek. “For buck’s sake!”

Lifting his head, Gilded weakly coughed. “My apologies, Master. Would you like me to clean you off?”

“Ew - no!” Rumble rebuked.

Though he was upset, the true reason for his anger wasn’t because he’d been glazed in demonic spunk. Button’s prick was smaller than his, even in its unaltered state, so to have his friend literally plow the cum out of the demon darkened his thoughts with another sin entirely - envy. Growling and wiping himself off, he leered over at his companion.

“And what about you, fair Master,” Gilded continued, looking down at Button, “would you like me to clean that heavenly dick of yours?”

Draped over their guest’s groin, heedless or uncaring that his face was on the incubus’ colossal coin purse, Button wearily nodded. “Yes, please. J…just give me a second…”

“Move,” Rumble shouted, storming over to his friend. “I’m about to destroy this big bastard’s ass.”

Button shuffled back, unsteadily dismounted the beast, and pulled his cum-slathered stallionhood free. His euphoric afterglow was legendary, as incredible as his orgasm in its own right, and he couldn’t help but smile because of it. Drunkenly trotting past the fuming pegasus and up to Gilded’s head, he stopped and craned his neck when the demon rolled over and stood.

“Get your fat ass back down here,” Rumble bellowed.

Coolly looking over his shoulder at the incensed pegasus, Gilded bowed his head. “If you’re going to rut and claim me like a mare, would it not be appropriate for me to bend over for you, Master?”

Moments from chastising the incubus, Rumble ground his teeth together. Like it or not, Gilded made a compelling argument. As the titan turned away from him, he peered up at the giant's rear. Though he was loath to admit it, Gilded did have a nice ass - so nice that he paid little mind to the pair of gargantuan nuts and flaccid, enormous cock hanging from the beast’s loins.

Slowing, Gilded smirked back at him. “Or I could always ride you…”

The assertion immediately sparked his interest. Plowing Gilded from behind would have been ok, especially now that he had a tool capable of testing the incubus’ limits, but being ridden could kill two birds with one stone - in that he’d get his prodigious, demonic dick wet without having to be reminded his plaything was a stallion. Easing himself down and flopping onto his back, leaving his pillar-like cock to stand proudly at his groin, he waved at his equipment.

“Get to it then,” he tutted.

“Of course, Master,” Gilded breathed.

He lay motionless as the giant shuffled back, squatted down, and impaled himself on his length. The blowjob had been fantastic, but it paled in comparison to the scalding, taut confines of the demon’s tush. Having to bite his bottom lip to stifle himself, he stared down at the colossus’ big, staggeringly soft rump. From where he rested, he could almost believe his stallionhood was sheathed in a mare - almost.

Effectively sitting on the pegasus, Gilded demurely brought a forehoof to his lips and giggled. “Is it everything you hoped for, Master?”

With his mouth going dry, Rumble gave a reluctant nod. “I guess…”

“Then allow me to pleasure you,” Gilded purred, lifting his waist and unsheathing a fraction of the pegasus’ shaft.

Without any warning whatsoever, the incubus threw his ass downward once, raised his hips, then repeated the motion a second, third, and fourth time, until he was slowly fucking himself on the young stallion. His technique was impeccable, constricting his hole on the upstrokes while relaxing on his plunges, and he had no shame about expressing his gratitude. Moaning out and filling the air with his sinful voice, paying his own endowment no mind, he put his tremendous body to work.

As much as he would have liked to rail the huge bastard from behind, he had to admit that the view of Gilded’s hole rhythmically swallowing his monstrous stallionhood was amazing - plus it felt even better than it looked. Propping himself up with his wings, he attempted to buck his hips in tune with the demon’s descents - alas, every time he tried, he was crushed under the incubus’ immense weight. He ultimately threw in the towel, understanding and begrudgingly embracing his somewhat submissive place.

“And you,” Gilded whispered, igniting his twisted horns and levitating Button from the floor, “allow me to express my gratitude for your essence.”

“I…I don’t - Hnnnngh,” Button groaned as the beast leaned in and effortlessly fellated his length.

Still reeling from having just cum, the stimulation of the impromptu blowjob made him mewl and convulse uncontrollably. With one forehoof on the demon’s spiraled set of horns and the other on the creature’s ear, he weakly bucked into his guest’s face. He was exhausted in more ways than one, wishing for nothing more than to lay down and give himself a breather, but being unexpectedly sucked off fortified his bestial desires.

Rearing back as quickly as he’d begun, Gilded hovered him away and mopped his length clean. “Much better.”

Button glanced down at himself, sensing that something was wrong but unsure of what in the world it was, and balked. His stallionhood had doubled - no, tripled in size and was only a stallionhood in the vaguest sense. With a spear-like tip, girthy mid-section, and odd traceries along its shaft, his dick was no longer that of a pony’s - rather, it reminded him of a…

“Dragons are such fascinating creatures ~ wouldn’t you say?” Gilded sweetly inquired, giving the wicked cock-head a fleeting kiss. “With this, I’m sure you’ll have all the mares and stallions begging you to breed them.”

He hadn’t signed up for this, being perfectly content with the endowment he’d had for his entire life, but he’d be lying if he said his new equipment didn’t fill him with enthusiasm. Caving to his lust, he tightened his grip on the demon’s horns and pulled Gilded forward. To Tartarus with it - causing a scene or getting strange looks because of his mismatched tool would be a small price to pay for having something that would put any stallion to shame.

Seeing Gilded turn ever so slightly without breaking his pace, Rumble glowered when he noticed their visitor blowing Button. Why the heck was his friend getting more attention than him? Wasn’t he enough to satisfy the incubus by himself? Summoning his courage and every ounce of strength he had, he forsook his inhibitions and plowed into the demon from below.

It was odd - for his entire life, he’d always had an aversion to males, finding the thought of doing anything even remotely sexual with one revolting, although that wasn’t as much of a factor as it had been an hour prior. He was no longer a virgin, he’d summoned a creature from another realm, and the rapturous sensations accosting him were everything he’d dreamed of and more ~ so what did it matter if he was balls-deep in a stud? Freed from self-imposed limitations, he set his jaw and went all out.

The trio worked in perfectly chaotic harmony. Button and Rumble flew into an absolute frenzy, railing their otherworldly guest like a pair of mongrels, while Gilded sensually satisfied them both with ease. His imposing size and formidable strength belied a grace and eroticism that few mortals had ever known, and the pair of young stallions were not prepared for what he had to offer.

Though neither pony could know it, Gilded pushed them each to their limits in tandem. When he sensed one little stud getting close, he’d shift his focus to the other - balancing their pleasure perfectly until just the right moment. His ears twitched, the cock around his tongue pulsed with every beat of Button’s thundering heart, and the stallionhood he rode began to flare, bringing his motions to a smooth halt.

“Colts,” he began, pulling back and freeing his muzzle, “would you two be kind enough to indulge a small request?”

Covered in sweat and panting openly, the pair wildly eyed him in silence before Rumble spoke. “W…what request?”

Gilded gave Button a peck on the cheek, set him down, and let his actions speak for him. Turning in place, spinning on Rumble’s stallionhood, he faced the supine pegasus and leaned forward. As he sandwiched his gargantuan endowment between himself and his winged host, he peeked back and winked at the little earth pony.

“Be a dear and show that hole of mine a little lovin’, darling,” he snickered, ignoring the squirming stud beneath him.

Peering at the incubus’ pucker and Rumble’s cock lodged in it, Button practically threw himself on the colossus. There’d been a time when he would never have fucked a stallion, much less one who was already getting fucked by his best friend, although he’d moved past it. The pointed tip of his length smoothly stretched the demon open and nestled up beside his companion’s, allowing him to jack-hammer away at the beast with reckless abandon.

Tested and found wanting, Rumble’s sanity fractured the moment he felt Button’s endowment glide against his shaft. Pinned to the floor and breathing in Gilded’s alluring scent with every gasping breath, he did the only thing he could do - he braced his hind legs and started rutting the beast as hard and as fast as he could.

What began as a peaceful evening and a lighthearted attempt to call upon an eldritch lover with which to sate themselves had taken a disastrous turn. Both Button and Rumble snarled and plowed Gilded like wild animals, having lost themselves to their lust. Though neither said it, unable to form a coherent word, they didn’t merely enjoy themselves - they were utterly enthralled.

The hedonism could have lasted seconds or eons, sundering the corporeal restraints of time itself, with only Gilded having the slightest inkling of how long the impassioned tryst went on for. He relished their efforts, savoring their little bodies, fiercely burning spirits, and enhanced endowments - regrettably, all good things could and inevitably would come to an end. Sensing their impending release, he willed himself to the edge and pushed himself up on his forehooves.

Rumble blinked rapidly as Gilded’s chest parted from his face, though the sight which greeted him caught him off guard. Looking down his chest, he was greeted by the demon’s cock-head. There was only one thing he could do, though his past self wouldn’t have allowed him to do it. Extending his wings and sitting up as much as he could, he hotly made out with the demonic stallionhood’s bloated, flaring tip.

No sooner had his lips graced the hot, soft, slavering dick bobbing in front of his muzzle than the incubus came. Pints - nay, gallons of seed flowed into his mouth and down his throat; the influx was so great that ropes of jizz sailed out of his nostrils and choked him of air - nevertheless, in spite of the cloying spunk surging into his belly, or perhaps because of it, he met his climactic end.

Feeling Rumble’s cock throbbing and pumping essence into the demon, Button joined his friend in a tumultuous sea of ecstasy. As he wailed to the heavens in bliss, his shrill, almost marish voice sounded unfamiliar to his ears. With his hips fitfully bucking and twitching, adding his foal-batter to the pegasus’ cum, he fell still atop the titan’s rear.

Gilded only stirred once he’d rode out his rapture, standing and unceremoniously unsheathing both the stallions’ softening lengths. His job was done, he’d delivered forbidden pleasure to the pair that had brought him into the world, but he was far from finished. Nonchalantly laying down next to them, he rolled to his side and obscenely splayed his hind legs.

“You two made quite the mess,” he laughed, playfully contracting and relaxing his cum-filled pucker. “Come clean me up.”

Neither of the stallions said a word, though they ponderously got their hooves under themselves, wandered over to him, and did as they’d been told. Button meandered behind the beast to lick the tide of jizz flowing from the beast’s ass, while Rumble dully began licking their guest’s package clean. It was possible to break a pony in mind and body, but only a creature like Gilded could shatter a pony’s soul.

“I believe I’ll keep you two ~” Gilded contentedly noted, turning his attention from one stud to the other, “would you like that?”

Looking up to his face, the duo dreamily smiled and replied as one. “Yes, master…”