A mysterious pair of transfer students compete for Flash Sentry's affection. But why is he suddenly struggling to stay awake?
I Dream of Succubi
Flash Sentry finds himself oversleeping a lot lately, mainly because of these strange dreams he's having. Each time he finds himself confronted by one of two Succubi; a friendly one, and a more aggressive one. Both of whom are interested in seducing him into mating with them.
But things take a more confusing turn when two new students show up at his school, both of whom are equally interested in him. But surely it's nothing more than a coincidence...
Life at Canterlot Academy was usually a breeze for Flash Sentry. With his self-made 'cool' demeanor he'd gotten himself a small circle of friends easily, most of whom were interested in music like him, and others who just liked to hang out. Hands tucked in his jean pockets, he wandered halls stacked with lockers, whistling to himself amidst a bustle of chatter from various students around him.
It was between classes and he had nowhere to be for a while. His thoughts were already on the weekend, where he could hopefully pick up a few gigs for his indie band, practice his electric guitar, maybe help get his name out there. Until then he needed to kill some time. Just a couple short hours and he'd finally be free for the day.
Rumor had it that a pair of new students had transferred here recently. A pair of hotties most were too intimidated to approach. “Hey there.” He flagged down Tree Hugger, a hippie who was in charge of Sandalwood's gardening club. He'd asked her out once, but she politely declined, claiming something about 'their chakras not being in sync', whatever that meant. “Er, you know anything about the transfers?”
She flicked a thick dreadlock which dangled from under her dew rag. “Like, not really? They give off some strange vibes...as if under their calm exterior is an abundance of turbulence and strife.”
He turned to Fluttershy near her who ducked behind her thick bangs. “Um, sorry, no idea.” She took Tree Hugger's hand.
“Have a nice day Flash, hope your aura clears up,” said Tree Hugger as the two walked off. As they did however, Flash couldn't help but notice her wrap an arm around Fluttershy's waist...
“Huh, thanks anyhow.” Moving on with a wave, he scanned the crowded hallways.
He spotted the first one drinking from a water fountain; an average-sized girl, her locks purple with a number of colorful streaks, glasses resting upon her dark eyes. She wiped her mouth with the back of her hand. “Why, hello there.”
Taking a moment to drink in her blouse, a skirt that came above her knees, and her boots, he nodded in approval and offered a hand. “Flash Sentry. But you can call me Flash. And you are...?”
She took his hand. “Twilight Sparkle. Nice to meet you!”
“You too. Uh, walk you to class? I could show you the ropes, if you like.”
“Hmmm...” She stroked her chin then smiled. “Maybe some other time! See you around, Flash!” She turned on him, and he would've been disappointed, if the exaggerated sway of her well-shaped hips and buttocks didn't have him drooling.
“Not sure what to make of her. But maybe she just likes to play hard-to-get? Well, I like a challenge.”
He scoured the hallways, cutting through the amassed crowds, stopping to wave when necessary. While Flash had had his fair amount of girlfriends, none of these relationships had really 'stuck' for him, usually ending in a mutual breakup.
Despite that, in his spare time he was still trying to find his soul mate among his peers. She needed to be smart, beautiful, and open-minded in the bedroom. But so far none of his girlfriends had fully clicked.
After several minutes of aimless travel he spotted the other newcomer. In contrast to the almost gothic chick he'd met, this one had wild auburn hair with streaks of yellow, wearing a black leather jacket and fuck-me boots to match. Leaning against a locker with her arms crossed, she looked far more intimidating than the last one, not that it ever stopped him!
“Hey there. Name's Flash Sentry. But I prefer to be called Flash.”
She turned her head and smiled. “Sunset Shimmer. Nice to meet you.” She offered her hand, which he shook. Her eyes wandered up-and-down him. “Not bad. Why don't I walk you to class?” She linked her arm with his before he could reply, leading him along. She was rather warm, and he breathed in the sweet scent of her perfume.
“Wait. Do you even know where-”
“I know a lot of things. You'd be surprised.” She drew him so close one of her breasts, apparently at least a size larger than the last girl's, brushed upon his chest. He realized she wasn't wearing a bra, the thin fabrics of their shirts the only things separating their skin. He felt her erect nipple brush against his own and tried to downplay a pleasant shudder.
She leaned her head on his shoulder. “You like that, huh? Well, boys will be boys.” She paused upon noticing a familiar face the moment they approached the classroom. “Twilight Sparkle.”
“Hello, Sunset Shimmer.” She smiled as she walked up to Flash and brushed his spiky hair. “Sorry, a bit was in your face. Walk me to class now?”
“I'm afraid,” began Sunset. “He's already taking me. Isn't that so, Flash?”
“Well...um...” He let the moment drag out, having to admit they both had their charms, and not wanting either of them to slip away. No, he wanted to try them both out before he decided! Thankfully, the ring of a bell broke the moment. They pouted when he broke free and headed into his class, already fantasizing about what both of them looked like naked.
Taking his seat in the aisles near the back of the class, so that he could slack off unnoticed since the course no longer interested him, to his surprise the pair of women sidled up to each side of him, pressed close like an angel and devil on his shoulders. But which was which? Twilight draped upon his left while Sunset lounged upon his right. His fellow students settled in, the professor welcoming the class while she walked before a blackboard, but he could only concentrate on the pair around him.
Sucking in a deep breath, he tried to relax. Nobody else seemed to take notice of them. Almost like they weren't there. But that was crazy, wasn't it? “It's not like me to be paranoid,” he mumbled. He tried his best to settle in.
Minutes ticked by while writings were scrawled with chalk upon the blackboard. Mostly stuff he already knew quite well. Blinking several times, he raised his head, almost slipping into an afternoon nap. Leaning on an arm for support, almost forgetting the beauties that surrounded him while the session wore on, he suddenly tensed up when someone brushed his thigh.
But who? He subtly looked from the corner of his eye at the duo, and they were all sly smiles. Weirder still, he swore a lavender miasma overtook the room for a moment, his classmates obscured to mere silhouettes.
Just as swiftly the mist withdrew, but this time it was replaced by a crackling inferno, so bright he was momentarily bllinded. There there were brief moments where the two phenomena would mix. His ears perked when his jeans were unzipped, deft fingers removing his flaccid cock from his briefs, the veiny length starting to harden under playful strokes.
He suffocated a low moan. Within mere moments he was completely hard, his tip beaded with precum. His eyes darted around as his heart skipped a beat, but everyone else was busy slacking off by doodling or playing with their cellphones, dozing off, or in a few rare cases actually paying attention.
Despite the fogs and fires which would routinely consume the area, no one knew or cared about whatever they were up to!
Sometimes the digits would withdraw, then return, slowly tracing his now slickened rod. He still couldn't guess who was responsible. Maybe they were taking turns with him, like he was their sexy little boytoy?
“He's mine,” a sultry voice whispered.
“No way,” an equally sexualized voice moaned. “Only I can fulfill his needs.”
“Mmm. Perhaps a contest is in order?”
“Very well. Let's see who makes him cum first.”
“And hardest. Let's do this properly.” The colorful fog and firestorm bled into each other.
He swallowed. It was like he was in heaven and Hell at the same time. “Er, maybe we should-”
“Hush,” the voice commanded in a tender manner. Nails playfully brushed his hairs and a cheek. “Let us take care of you.”
Was it a dream? If so, did it really matter what choice he made? “Sure. Okay.”
Then he felt a pair of palms upon his dick. It was traced and squeezed, his testicles pulled loose and fondled. He failed to keep a straight face, his eyes rolling into his head when they suddenly sunk beneath the desk with shared giggles, wet lips closing around his throbbing penis. A tongue lapped up-and-down his girth, pulling and suckling upon it with gleeful abandon.
Whenever he'd come close to release, she'd pull back, and then another pair of moist lips would attack him. He wheezed between clenched teeth, pre oozing down as he was repeatedly edged, unable to fully suppress a whine. Wet smacks sounded below like someone was slurping up his mess. A titter sounded when someone covered his eyes, and his shirt was unbuttoned to leave his chest bared. He suddenly felt four bared breasts pressed upon him, smooshing upon his well-chiseled musculature.
They closed his palms upon their soft orbs. He lost track of whose he held, almost mindless in lust as he squeezed and slapped them, tracing areola and tweaking erect nipples he pinched and pulled upon between his fingertips. All the while they continued to jerk him off. “God...fuck,” he muttered when his nethers pulsated, to the point where he started to lose control.
“Close your eyes,” the girls commanded and he obeyed. They sunk to their knees before him, rubbing and licking his manhood, until the first warm sprays let loose. He imagined himself coating their faces and tongues in his sticky, salty wads. Spurt-after-spurt hosed them down, an excessive amount after they'd worked him up for what felt like half an hour without letting him vent.
Wet smacks sounded when they sucked out the last drops. Small kisses were planted on his tip. He heaved and sweatdrops rolled down his muscles. Gurgles sounded, and then messy slurps, and he pictured them gargling his milky spunk, making out while they traded his snowball between them. He'd rarely had such a kinky girlfriend in his past, let alone two!
A crazy part of him wanted to rip their clothes off and fuck them senseless in front of an entire audience. He'd make them orgasmically squeal, bend them over and rail all their warm fuckholes, until he'd packed them from all ends with his baby-batter. He'd always been terrified of knocking a girl up, but suddenly it felt like the most desirable thing imaginable!
The bell sounded. He blinked open hazy eyes when the classroom started to clear out. He sat alone, and aside from a wet spot in the crotch of his underwear, he saw no proof the girls had ever been there. Was it all a dream?
Deciding he'd figure it out later, he cleared out and decided to head home. His vision was a little blurry, like his strength had been snapped, but he was left with a pleasant afterglow in return. All-in-all, it was the start of a promising weekend!
While in the women's restroom Twilight and Sunset met, their steps echoing off graffiti-stricken walls. They took a moment to make certain no one was about. “We've drawn first blood, so to speak.” Shimmer tossed back her hair. “I made the first move, you know.”
“But he met with and propositioned me first,” reminded Twilight matter-of-factly.
“Doesn't matter. I won't back down.” She leaned her sizable rump on a sink stationed before a mirror, which reflected a more demonic aspect of the pair. “Guess we'll have no choice but to compete some more, huh?”
Twilight's smile curled into a smirk. “Oh, I assure you it will be no contest once he's had a taste of me.”
The weekend passed without incident. Flash's thoughts were centered on the mysterious girls he'd met, unable to focus on his electric guitar, no matter how often he practiced. It wasn't like him to lose his cool, but he cursed up a storm and nearly tossed his instrument, settling for chugging down some soda and crunching the can which he chucked into a garbage bin.
He went for a ride in his sports car, played some of the more intense games at his local arcade, whatever it took to get his mind off the girls who'd suddenly swept into his life. When he finally arrived home, he tossed off his sweaty clothes and immediately plopped face-first into bed, settling into sleep within mere moments. Luckily, if he dreamed about them he didn't remember it.
However an alarm blared and his eyes snapped wide. He slammed a hand down to stop it. “What? Already Monday?” How had he lost an entire day? And why did it feel like he hadn't rested at all? He stumbled naked into the bathroom, took a moment to stare in the mirror at his baggy eyes, and stepped into the shower, turning the knob and letting the hot water fall over him.
He lathered himself with soap, scrubbing down his well-toned physique, the suds rolling down his skin. He closed his eyes with a sigh, picturing Twilight and Sunset in here with him, giggling while he rubbed them down. Without thinking he started to jerk himself off, fantasizing about taking turns with the pair, nailing them against the wet tiles.
He remember the feel of them in the classroom. Their warm, wet, and tight lips around his dick. The soft feel of breasts and nipples through the sheer fabric of their shirts. “Sh-shit,” he cried as his member throbbed and sprayed repeatedly on the wall, pretending he was emptying his load once more all over their sweet but no-so-innocent faces. He wiped himself, imagining he was smearing the tip on them, feeling a tad guilty about one of his more domineering fantasies.
He toweled off, brushed his teeth, used the restroom, then redressed before he whipped up a quick but healthy breakfast. He decided to skip his morning routine of a run around the neighborhood, still lethargic, and he headed back to Canterlot Academy. Parking his car in the lot, he marched in past the other mingling students.
He walked with hands in his pockets, casually waving to his friends whenever he passed them, hoping he could get through his classes without drifting off. Was it his imagination, or were some of the trophies in different places today? Well, that was easy enough to explain; the janitor, Discord, was known to play the occasional prank when he was bored.
He did a double-take when he swore a clock's hand moved backwards. No, had to be his sleepy mind playing tricks. Stopping at his locker, he turned the dial and pried it open with a creak, the interior lined with a number of sexy scantily-clad ladies. Yet he swore their poses had altered every so subtly, their coy smiles and bright eyes seeming to playfully mock him.
Eventually sex-ed rolled around. Wait, since when did he have that class on a Monday? Normally he treated it like a throwaway hour; he'd read enough books and articles, watched enough videos, let-alone had more than enough firsthand experience to know all about anatomy. Now it had his full attention. Why were his classes all mixed up today?
However when he'd taken his seat he noticed all the students around him were female. Was it his natural charm? Probably not. He expected to see Twilight or Sunset but both were absent.
“Everyone here?” Cheerilee beamed at her class. “Good, let's start!” She tapped a blackboard with a stick. He started to tune out, thoughts dancing between Twilight and Sunset, and all the little bizarre happenings that had piled up today, until she suddenly jumped to talking about different sexual positions, almost ecstatic when she rattled on.
“...you'll want to try them all eventually. Don't want your partner to get bored, after all! Keep it spicy! And speaking of spice, a little dirty talk goes a long way! Mmm,” she moaned running a palm over her bosom. “Breed me, daddy. Make me your personal bitch...” She appeared to space out, cheeks coloring and her face twisting lewdly as her lashes fluttered.
His pants strained. Grunts escaped between his gritted teeth while she continued her vulgar talk, not helped by the girls around him, who licked their lips, bent over so that their cleavage almost spilled from their tops, or shifting in their seats so that he could see right up their skirts, giving him a view of their panties. Heck, one woman was going commando!
“Hey sexy,” one buxom babe said in a familiar voice. “Want to take a ride?”
“Any which way cutie,” said another in the same voice.
“Twilight?” He blinked several times. A familiar lavender mist enveloped the room.
He looked around to see the reactions of the other students, and did a double-take noticing that his peers were all somehow her, their hair done up in various styles, everything ranging from bobcuts and braids to ponytails and pigtails. It had to be a dream. No one could possibly be this blessed! But did he really want to wake up?
The teacher's hips swayed in her miniskirt when she strutted to a projector, breasts swaying under her blouse, and she turned it on with a click. His eyes were drawn to the rather racy slides of herself which were cast onto a huge sheet she pulled down, growing slowly but increasingly pornographic with each one.
His pants stiffened to bursting. “I hope you're all paying attention!” Cheerilee sauntered over, slowly starting to lift her top over her shoulders, until her tits slipped free from their prison with a bounce. “How about some hands-on education?” She scanned the girls around him who giggled. “Now, which one of you studs would like to volunteer?”
However if there were any other guys he'd failed to notice them. The women called his name in unison. He swallowed hard, and started to rise, when his desk suddenly transformed with a clang into a bondage chair, blacker than night as its metal restraints clicked into place, binding him in place. He wiggled helplessly. “H-hey. Come on now...”
Dark feathered wings arose from Cheerilee's back and unfurled to their full plume. “Warm him up for me, will you?”
A number of Twilight Sparkles were all-around him, slowly stripping his garments, and running their hands over his bared flesh. Palms caressed his now nude skin, his cock now full mast, its tip slathered in precum.
Cheerilee kicked off her heels, and undid her skirt, letting it fall around her ankles as she stepped from it. Now she was down to a lacy pair of black panties with a small bow on them, so tight her cameltoe peeked through. She stopped before him, and he reached into the hem of her undergarments, gradually peeling it down to expose her vulva.
Her slit was already leaking, a string of her feminine juices connecting her snatch to the crotch of her underwear. He breathed in the sweet scent of her cunt nectar, sliding away the pair of cotton which she stepped out of. “You can keep them,” she murmured with a hot breath into his ear and wadded them up before stuffing them into his discarded jean pocket.
Now that he was ready she clicked her fingers, simultaneously dropping her disguise to reveal a demonic version of Twilight Sparkle with a dark allure, and banish the bondage chair which made him tumble to his knees.
She spread her thighs, and suddenly seized his spiky hair, shoving his face directly into her crotch. “Eat me,” she commanded grinding against his face. He opened her folds to expose the dripping, glistening pink treasure within, slipping his tongue deep as he could inside. He licked hot walls connected by slivers of pussy juices, licking the creamy nectar out. He paused to plant a tender kiss on her swollen love bud, hands clasping around her wide buttocks and spreading them as he dove back in.
She dug her nails into his scalp, moaning low while he greedily ate her out, driving and swishing his face into her babymaker. Her juices ran into his mouth and down his chin, as his tongue traced her creamy walls which clenched and seemed to breath under his hungry touch. “Mmm. You're good.” She squealed, squirting directly into his maw and down his gullet.
Her fuckholes constricted as multiple orgasms threatened to overwhelm her as he refused to let up the stimulation, and he noticed her copies had also discarded their clothes, spreading their legs as they fondled their udders and masturbated themselves in a frenzy of shameless lust. Standing up when she finally finished, he started to grab her by the hips to lift her onto a desk and take her there, but she seized him by the wrist, once more taking the lead as she pushed him onto his back instead.
She tore off his clothing with a predatory leer, licking her lips as she revealed his chiseled abs and a four-pack. Her nails raked his chest while she straddled him, the side of his penis pressed against her slit, smearing its veiny length with her lubrication.
She took him at her own pace, guiding his palms to encircle her breasts and buttocks, more pre spilling from him while she gyrated her hips against his girth. By now he'd practically trade his soul in a moment of desperate lust just to blow his load inside her. She and Sunset seemed just too perfect to be true, making him do things he'd normally consider madness.
Finally she granted him a sliver of mercy, sliding his head into her velvet folds, warm, moist, and welcoming as he started to spread her wide open. Tortuously slow she took him deeper, a grunt escaping him when his tip pressed against her cervix entrance, her lower holes constricting, until her womanhood gripped him like a vise, seeming to suckle at him.
He groaned when she started to rock atop him. He was normally known for his stamina when he'd bedded other women, but at this rate he wouldn't last long, especially as she gradually picked up speed. However it was almost like the onlookers were cheering them on, playfully yelling at him to cum inside her while they rapidly rubbed and fingered themselves.
Sweat beaded and rolled down in drops down her curves while she bounced atop him, breasts wobbling and swaying each time she drove him into her, her buttcheeks clapping each time he impaled her love tunnel. Her locks rose about her in an ethereal manner, a pair of dark wings sprouting from her slender back. To his sleepy eyes she almost seemed more akin to some primal animal, or perhaps a force of nature that embodied lust.
A number of her dopplegangers started to simultaneously squirt upon them, showering the pair while they mated. She pressed her hands upon his heaving chest and met his lips, locking her tongue with his own. “Cum inside me,” she practically growled, feeling him throb within her convulsing cunt as she edged him.
“You don't get to take him that easily,” echoed another familiar voice. A swirling vortex opened up below Flash, sucking him in and closing after him, denying the pair what should have been a shared climax.
One-by-one her duplicates appeared to blink out of existence. Similarly her surroundings started to fade away. She cursed her rival for playing dirty, acknowledging that she'd have to up her game!
With a start Flash Sentry shot up, in a sheen of perspiration that made bed sheets cling to his naked body. He rubbed his frazzled hair, questioning why he was having such a weird dream about...about.... “Wait...who was I dreaming about?” He tried to shut out his surroundings, enshrouded in darkness save for light from his alarm clock; but all he could recall was a vivid memory of a silhouetted woman with wings, despite the fact that he could have sworn he had a perfect view of her.
“What the-” He noticed it was noon, and he opened his blinds a crack, letting the sunlight stream over his chiseled frame. His body felt heavy like he was wading through treacle, his eyes baggy with dark circles around them.
Deciding that a stroll might refresh him, he threw on jeans, a plain t-shirt, and sneakers, then headed out. It didn't make any sense. Had oversleeping really sapped him that much? He stretched his tired muscles, failing to stifle a yawn.
*****
Shoes padded down the hot sidewalk while he wandered aimlessly. His eyes hurt, almost blinded by the brightness. The blue skies were clear save for the occasional cloud, and his attire rustled under a soft breeze. He rested his hands in his pockets.
Eventually he'd stumbled into a local park. Gathered around a table were some friends of his; Lyra and Bonbon, who were seated next to each other on a bench, giving each other sultry looks and smiles despite their repeated insistence that they were 'just friends'...reeeeal good friends. They were swathed in casual attire, thin blouses, shorts, and sandals, like they'd pilfered the same wardrobe.
On the other bench across from them rested Sandalwood, who swished a finger in some sort of health drink, and Microchips, who was intently reading the rules to the game laid out between them all; Ogres and Oubliettes. A screen was set up before him, marking him out as the Dungeon Master, and a stylized board was covered in painstakingly hand-painted tiny statues.
“Don't take it too seriously man,” reminded Sandalwood. “It's about everyone having a good time, right?”
“Of course. I simply wanted to do it right,” replied Microchips who kept scanning the pages, only to momentarily take his eyes off it upon noticing Flash approaching them. “Hey Flash! How's it going?”
“Feeling kinda drained to be honest. Mind if I hang with you guys for a bit?” Flash asked, giving them a friendly smile.
“Sure, we haven't even started!” Lyra returned his smile as he squeezed next to Sandalwood. “Character creation is the most fun part, anyway.” She spaced out, no doubt fantasizing about what misadventures she and Bonbon would get up too.
Bonbon sighed with a roll of her eyes. “How many times do we have to tell you? A succubus would be way too overpowered...”
“Aw, but I'd be so sexy!” Lyra affected a mock pout. “I'll just drop all my points into Charisma!”
“Wisdom is definitely your dump stat,” mumbled Bonbon under her breath.
“It does sound like a riot,” admitted Sandalwood whose dreadlocks swished about when he moved. “I mean, it doesn't always have to be about combat, right? How about some court intrigue or something? Dude, I think my elven bard'll fit right in!”
“Sounds okay to me.” Bonbon sketched a picture of her scantily-clad ranger, looking like some Boris Vallejo art piece, a tiny bikini covering her naughty bits. She'd captured her likeness well, adding a bit more bust and ass to herself in the process.
“Ooh, that's hot!” Lyra's cheeks burned, realizing she'd spoke without thinking again. “I mean, she's very pretty! Wish I was her!” She laughed nervously, eyes darting around the table, but only Bonbon seemed to care, shooting her a coy smirk.
Microchips passed the newcomer a blank character sheet. “Don't worry, I have a few premade characters if you can think up anything. Always come prepared,” he proudly proclaimed while adjusting his glasses. “Personally, I think a warrior would be a perfect fit for you. Anyway, I'm ready when all of you are!”
Flash's eyes glazed over when he stared at the blank lines. What would he want to be? A wizard didn't sound too appealing. Not that he wasn't sharp, but all that stuffy lonesome studying? No thanks. A warrior of some sorts perhaps? But he didn't want to be a meathead barbarian either. He decided to settle on a rogue, figuring it would provide a lot of much-needed flexibility.
A fingertip poked his arm and he snapped back to awareness with a blink. “Yo! Earth to Flash.” Lyra asked teasingly, “You okay there dude? You seem a little out of it...”
“Yeah. Just a little tired,” he replied while rubbing his eyes. “Wish I could blame it on a hangover. At least then I'd know what's wrong.”
Microchips forced one of his eyes wide open. “Hmm, a little bloodshot, dark circles, paler than usual. The symptoms are all there.” He flipped open the rule book to a dog-tagged page and showed a picture of a beautiful, demonic woman, naked with her private bits obscured by hair and a spade-tipped tail. “No doubt about it, you've definitely been targeted by a succubus!”
“You lucky devil,” quipped Lyra with a mock titter. “Wish I had those kind of wet dreams...minus the whole 'taking your soul' part of course.”
He knew they were all joking around, but he swore the picture resembled some sort of bizarre fusion between the two students who haunted him. Sandalwood shook his head. “Don't take these sessions too seriously, man.”
“Way to spoil the fun!” Lyra pouted, folding her arms.
“Sandalwood has a point. We can't let our fantasies run away from us,” said Bonbon.
A debate ensued between them, but he barely heard it. His mind continued to wander. Could those dreams of his really be the work of a succubus? But that was ridiculous, wasn't it? After all, they were just creatures of fantasy, nothing more...right? He rested his head on an arm, reading the fluff description around the succubus, who appeared to be quite a powerful monster according to her stats.
Pretty soon Lyra and Bonbon were pretty much in one-another's faces. “Let's not fight,” the latter said softening. “Why waste all our energy when we could put it to much better use?” They held hands, their gazes locked.
“H-here?” Lyra shuddered as a fingernail traced up her slender arm.
“Why not? The boys won't mind. Heck, I'm sure they'd like the show!” Bonbon carefully slid down the strap over one of her friend's shoulders, leaving it bare. She did the same with the other one, the blouse now barely clinging upon her breasts. “Huh, I see you didn't wear a bra today.” Soft pink nipples partially poked into the thin white fabric. “Naughty girl.”
Her top was slowly drawn over her mounds, which spilled free with a subtle bounce. She traced Lyra's areola in circles with her fingertips, making her shudder and close her eyes as she moaned low. With a widening smile Bonbon pressed in her nipples, and let them pop back out, kissing the tips with wet smacks. “Oh, Bonnie Bon...”
She reached between Lyra's thighs which parted reflexively. “No panties, either? You little slut,” she teased tracing the wet slit with its swollen lips. Sandalwood watched with a crooked grimace, while Microchips hid behind his screen, unable to look away for long. Bonbon lifted her own top over her shoulders, letting her larger tits swing free and knock together.
Flash couldn't turn aside either. Pretty soon the women had stripped completely, Bonbon laying her girlfriend across the bench, draping atop her in a sixty-nine position. “Eat me,” she demanded spreading the folds of the pussy below her and diving in.
“Bonnie.” Lyra cooed softly, and took a moment to study her lover's soft ring of her asshole, along with the tight snatch below, already lubricated and glistening. She alternated between her sexholes, tracing them with her tongue in a sloppy manner.
Ministering to their partner, wet smacks sounded while they ate the other out. Deft fingers were jammed into tight crevices, smearing vaginal juices everywhere, which soon smeared their lips. Lyra's cunt leaked onto her puckered anus. Swollen clits were flicked and tweaked, more pecks planted upon them. “I,” wheezed Bonbon. “I'm about to-”
“T-together,” cried Lyra whose face started to strain in sheer euphoria.
Within moments their cunts convulsed as they started to squirt all over themselves and each other. He was tempted to whip out his cock and finish himself off, but he wasn't certain everyone there would appreciate that.
Suddenly, the area shook for a moment as Lyra and Bonbon vanished in a puff of smoke. “Ah-ah-ah~” A sultry female voice called out. “I can't have you getting off before I've even had my fun~! Even if it is in a daydream. Now WAKE UP!”
A snap sounded. His eyes shot open. Lyra and Bonbon were suddenly dressed and staring at him wide-eyed. He'd leaned back on the bench, almost falling off, his jeans tented with the biggest erection imaginable. For a moment no one spoke. The tension was finally cut when Lyra said, “You really like that succubus monster, huh?” She giggled and the others soon joined in.
“Uh, guess I need more sleep. Sorry, maybe another time?” He quickly beat feet in order to save face.
*****
Once he was back home he took a short shower, whipped up a simple meal, and then booted up his computer. He typed succubus mythology into a search engine. Part of him was tempted to look up some images too, but he couldn't afford to be distracted, not if he ever wanted to sleep well again. Innumerable results were pulled up, making him wonder where to best begin.
A buzz sounded and his computer suddenly powered down. “What the-” He tried to flick on a light but got no response. Had his roommates failed to cover their portion of the bill again? He headed to the door to confront them, yet the knob refused to turn, like it had somehow been locked from the other side. He shook the frame several times, tempted to simply batter it down.
Sinking his shoulders in temporary defeat, he turned, only to see a familiar woman draped upon his bed. His heart skipped. “Hey Flash,” Sunset murmured in her sultriest voice. “You ready to become my personal plaything?”
With a hard swallow Flash Sentry stared at the intruder slumped on her side upon his bed. Sunset Shimmer shifted before his eyes, from a nubile woman to an even sultrier creature with reddish skin and hair that further resembled flames. Her eyes turned slit-like, and tiny fangs were visible when she smirked. She waggled and elongated, forked tongue at him.
With a click of her fingers his room transformed from its rather functional appearance to a full-on S&M dungeon; like something he'd expected to see in a trashy porn video. Within the gloom he spotted an iron maiden, a rack, a riding horse, shackles on the cool stone walls, like they'd been cast back into medieval times.
Another snap sounded and her collection which lined the shelves came into view. Among them were a variety of sex toys, handcuffs, chains, wax candles, and anal hooks. He balked at the sight, paling. “Uh, these to be used on you, or-” She seemed to float over, her claws stripping his clothes away. He shivered but didn't dare resist.
A musky aroma mixed with perfume and pheromones suffused the atmosphere. Gulping, his pants further tightened, almost falling into a trance. She seemed to pull a paddle from nowhere and handed it to him. “Wait, I...I thought-”
“That I was going to use it on you?” A solitary nail traced the lining of his musculature, circling his stiff nipples. “Don't be silly, you're not ready for that level of kinkiness just yet...”
With a click she summoned a delectable woman with a bobcut, nude save for a number of chains that bound her. He recognized her as Coco Pommel, a rather quiet student and conservative student from the little he knew. She squirmed, the binds making her average-sized breasts appear more perky as they jutted out from the constrictive pressure.
“No way.” A game was one thing, but he had his limits. He prepared to drop the paddle when the captive spoke.
“Please, do it.” Her cheeks burned and her eyes were glazed over. “I want you to! I'll beg if I must!”
“I really want to explore your kinky side,” explained Sunset with a bemused smirk. “I'll teach you how to be more dominant.”
His hands shook despite his hard on. “But still...”
“Remember, this is still a dream. That means you can go as wild as you want to.” She ran her hands over her breasts, which raised under her palms, then bounced back into place. “Make her cum and I'll let you dominate me.”
Her tongue extended further, wrapping around one of her tits and mashing it as it looped the fatty flesh several times; then gradually traced around the areola, and flicked a slitted, perky nipple bud repeatedly.
A bead of precum oozed from his penis at the fantasies playing through his head. “Fine.” What he failed to realize was a sliver of Sunset's demonic essence had started to corrupt him, breaking down his normal inhibitions piecemeal.
He walked around Coco, admiring every last subtle curve of her supple flesh. Her cheeks turned pinker and her coy smile widened. She was a touch thicker in the hips and buttock areas, her snatch tight and topped by a small patch of trimmed pubic hair. Her soft pink nipples poked the air, the tips topped by tiny slits. The knowledge that she was helpless played in his thoughts. She'd be his bitch, if he ordered it. Hell, she'd probably love that sort of treatment!
He placed a palm on her thigh. She tensed up and shuddered with a low moan. Slowly he traced upwards, over a hip, then crept over to a buttock, patting it. He started to knead the surface, the soft, squishy skin wobbling under his increasingly rough gropes. His fingers danced up her navel, between her tits, and he clamped over one, fondling the doughy titflesh.
“A-ah,” she cried. He pecked a nipple, tracing her titties in circles, switching between them as his now devilish grin spread. Veins were visible under her creamy milkjugs. He pulled a pastel nipple, pinched and twisted it. “Ooh.”
“Do you want it?” She swallowed hard and nodded. “Then plead for it, slut.” He yanked her by the hair.
“I...I desperately crave it.” She wiggled her backside with a sashay of her hips. A trickle of cunt honey wet her inner thighs.
He traced the paddle around her womanly mound, careful to avoid touching her slit. She squirmed and her lips were swollen and moist with need. Small whimpers escaped her lips. “You can do better than that. Give me a little more enthusiasm, bitch.”
“Please! I'll be your personal pet! I'll do whatever you wish! Just give it to me, master!” She clenched her thighs together.
“Okay, then. Be a good little bad girl and bend over.” She did as instructed, her orbs hanging with a subtle sway, her buttcheeks looking even more ample as she placed herself in a compromising position. He spread one of her cheeks, admiring the ring of her exit hole, and the slightly parted pussy meat below. She huffed, her legs now soaked.
He continued to tickle her all over, still avoiding her twat, making her thrash as he denied her. “Umph,” she squealed with gritted teeth when he landed a firm slap on her meaty ass. A red hand print marked her as his property.
Molesting her doughy cheeks, he landed repeated swats, switching between them at random. “Mph,” she yelped with tears in the corners of her eyes. “Eep,” came the whine when another blow connected, this time with the paddle, her rump wobbling.
Another strike connected with her soggy pussy, leaving a thin trail connected to his chosen instrument. He smeared the tool's wetted side across her lips so that she might taste herself. “M-master...” Her eyes teared up further and she howled when he touched her clit once, creaming herself hard, her legs trembling and knees knocking as she buckled.
Huddling in a pile, she continued to quake for several moments, teased to the point she was now riding out a full-body orgasm. Glazed-over, half-lidded eyes met his, face twisted in rapture, back arced and her breasts jutted out, begging him to play with them some more. She spread her legs submissively, far as she was able with the chains still constricting her which had loosened while they played, small spurts of viscous fem cum erupting from her glistening cleft and pooling on the floor.
Running a palm up her loins, he sunk his digits into her pink cavern, practically fisting her. He slid past the knuckles, curled his fingers, massaging her spongy g-spot. Withdrawing with a wet pop, the extensions still connected to her and each other by slimy trails that tethered them, he raised his hand to her lips. “Suck on them,” he demanded grabbing her hair again.
Daintily she swallowed them individually, tasting herself once more. A tangy, sweet-and-salty flavor settled on her tongue. Lewd smacks and moans sounded when she cleaned him. Her lower holes continued to convulse, her face hazed like she was drugged.
The temptation to grab her and fuck her face almost overwhelmed him. But he knew better than to lose control. What kind of master would he be if he surrendered to all his vices? No, even that was something to be properly worked up to.
An evil chuckle escaped Sunset. “You're well on your way to becoming a proper Dom,” she mused when Coco suddenly vanished after she finished riding out her latest climax. “Now...” She plucked the extremities of her costume and let it pool at her ankles, her voluptuous frame completely bared to him. “Are you ready to claim your reward, stud?”
“Sure am.” He seized a whip. Her malicious smirk widened with the realization she'd corrupted him far more than projected. Leaving her crotch-stained panties with him had been a stroke of genius, letting him breathe in her pheromones, making him form an addiction to her pussy which she assured him was far better than her rival's. “Get ready to be my fuckdoll.”
She raised her arms and swayed in a snake-like manner. The lash struck out and slapped a tit which was marked with a red streak and shook. He didn't let up the rain of blows, struck her boobs repeatedly, her navel, back, and buttocks as he stalked in a circle around her, even struck her crotch. She yelped and hissed, biting into her lip once she tensed up but didn't complain.
“Harder,” she demanded. “Prove you're not a little bitch! Ah!” She shrieked when he smacked her fuckhole with a vicious strike. “Yes!” Goo leaked from her cervix entrance, ribbons of arousal clinging between delicious pussy walls.
He chucked the whip aside, lifted her up, and tossed her onto the bed. Suddenly he was on top of her, pinning her by the wrists, driving his cock into her velvety folds which spread around the intruder. Her insides conformed to his prick when he started to fuck her. She panted, her tits knocking while she repeatedly speared her, ramming against the final barrier to her womb.
Lost in the moment, he assaulted her with his dick for all he was worth, trying to batter down that last barrier and fill her slimy womb. “You like this, don't you? You want to be my personal toy!” With a subdued nod, her toes curled.
Again-and-again he impaled her. Her warm, slippery insides were forced apart, conforming to the shape of his vein-lined manhood. Testicles slapped against her asshole. Sunset's face warped in sheer bliss, and she blinked, staring intently into his gaze. His teeth had gotten a little longer and sharper. His eyes now with a touch of crimson and his hair spikier.
She wrapped her legs around him, drawing him close as she possibly could while he claimed his prize. “Oh yes, fuck me! Cum inside me! Make me your little succubus whore!” His balls ached, ready to blow his load into her uterus.
“Here it comes you filthy slut,” he wheezed. Yet before he could find blessed release, a lavender portal opened up behind him.
“No!” She tried to keep him pinned with her limbs, but he was ripped from her grasp. An unseen force sucked him out of the dreamscape once more, into the rift in reality which closed up quickly as it had manifested into existence.
Blinking his eyes repeatedly, Flash Sentry strained to adjust as blinding sunlight spilled in from between the blinds. He laid sweaty and naked, wrapped up in clinging bedsheets. Hands swept through his wet, spiky hair, his lips smacking in attempt to remove a sour taste from his mouth. His temple throbbed when he tried to recall what had recently happened.
Stumbling out of bed, he padded over to the shower, the water steaming around him when it hit his bare skin. He'd hoped his morning ritual would wake him up, but even after he toweled off, brushed his teeth, and dressed his muscles still ached and his limbs felt weighted. Yet he couldn't afford to miss class, and after a quick snack he hurried out the door to school.
Shortly after he settled into his desk at class, darkness threatened to set in. It certainly wasn't helped by another of Cheerilee's bubbly if otherwise boring lectures. At least she was easy on the eyes, with the way her blouse and skirt hugged her figure!
His eyelids were heavy, the classroom blurry. Cheerilee pointed to some pornographic display charts which showed close ups of male and female genitalia. “...a volunteer to demonstrate?” She turned to him. “How about you, Flash?”
While the details were a little different it was like deja vu all over again. With a sultry sway of her hips she strutted forward, undoing her clothes on piece at a time, letting them drop behind her. Soon she was down to her undergarments, Her ample breasts almost bounced out of her lacy black bra, which she unlatched, letting them sway free and knock together.
While he studied her wide nipples, she cheerfully beamed, looping her fingers into the waistband of her matching silk panties and shimmying out of them with a wiggle of her child-bearing hips. Stepping out of them, she was soon practically in his face.
Her busy was neatly trimmed and frame her tight vulva. She raised her arms, posing for him and slowly turning to show off her plush buttocks. Spinning back to meet him with feigned innocence, Twilight Sparkle and Sunset Shimmer arrived at both his sides, beginning to put on a similar striptease. They were grinning, teasing him, and he couldn't look away if he wanted to.
Pretty soon their tits were suspended all around his face, crushed together, begging him to play with them. His pants were straining, imagining all the ways he could squeeze, suckle, and slap them, wishing he could bust a nut all over their fleshy hills.
“Which one first?” Cheerilee slowly licked her lips. “Don't worry, I won't be jealous!”
Just when it was about to get interesting he snapped back to awareness. A few of his friends were scattered around the room, but sadly none of them were close enough for him to chat with. Checking his watch it appeared less than a couple minutes had passed despite the length of his dream. Cursing under his breath, he tried to focus on the chalk-covered blackboard.
However soon he was back in the hallways when Twilight and Sunset first stormed into his life, trapped in a dream-like haze which made him constantly question what was real anymore. They were squabbling over him, pulling him in different directions, but he was too sluggish and delirious to care much. In truth he just wanted to rest, but they wouldn't let him, would they?
The crowds around them were moving past like they were in treacle. Again he looked to a clock, noticing the time was all wrong, but doubted this was one of Discord's usual pranks. Was he trapped in some hellish version of a groundhog's day; always teased but never able to find satisfaction? He considered just slipping away while they were engaged.
Suddenly the pair were rebuffed by an invisible force when a dome formed of energy manifested around him. Twilight's face fell in visible, pouty disappointment. “Awww....that's hardly fair. Or any fun, at that.”
By contrast Sunset snarled. “Who the hell has the power to do this?!”
Before they could debate this latest turn of events Flash stirred back to reality. Gentle hands shook him, and he stared into Cheerilee's eyes, so close he breathed her perfume. “Are you not feeling well?” She managed a sad smile. “If you've taken ill, you should visit Counselor Cadance!” Her warm hand laid atop his own, giving it a tender squeeze.
“Sure. Thanks.” He forced a grin of his own and rose. She started to offer him in arm, but he absentmindedly rebuffed it, stumbling out of the class and into the empty hallway. With hands in his jean pockets he wandered on, tennis shoes echoing with each clumsy step. Unable to concentrate, he simply pushed himself onward until he reached his destination.
Cadance beamed bright and opened her door before he could start to knock. “Please, come in!” He followed her inside, the woman taller and more voluptuous than anyone he knew of save Celestia and Luna. Her blouse and skirt clung to her voluptuous frame, hips and buttocks swaying with slow, exaggerated motions while she made her way back to her desk.
“Now, take a seat and tell me what's the matter?” Awkwardly he settled across from her.
“Well...” He explained all his troubles with sleep recently...leaving out all the sexual details. Maybe it was her pleasant, judgmental-free demeanor, but he found it terribly easy to spill his heart to her.
“I see. How about this?” Reaching into her drawer, she offered him a packet of herbal tea. “This should help you relax!”
“Uh, thanks.” He pocketed it. “Guess I'd better head back.”
“Oh, take your time.” She winked at him, slowly uncrossing then recrossing one of her shapely legs, clad in sheer silk stockings; he even caught a tease of her frilly pink panties housed below. “It does get rather lonely in my office.”
Was she flirting with...? No, that was ridiculous. Just another fantasy with all the teasing he'd been experiencing recently. Should've jerked off in the shower, he figured. With a wave he let himself out, closed the door, and released an exhale.
*****
Later that day Flash returned home, mixed up the herbal tea like suggested, and turned in a bit early. Shutting the blinds and throwing off all his clothes, he slumped into the sheets and almost instantly drifted into a deep slumber. In contrast to his usual sleep lately, all the tension seemed to drain out of him and a lazy smile crossed his face while he sprawled out.
He found himself seated amidst a grassy field, dressed in his usual casual attire. Twilight and Sunset appeared at the same time, twisted into their scantily clad demonic selves, and started to strut over with a shake of their hips. However now he felt far more clear-headed and asked, “What do you two want with me? I mean, aside from the obvious...?”
“I'm obviously best suited to please you,” said Sunset with a hand on her hip.
“No, I'm far superior to her!” Twilight stared her down with arms crossed.
He tried to drown out more of their incessant bickering, content to simply breathe in the fresh air, enjoy the sunshine kissing his skin and the mild blue skies with nary a cloud. It was practically paradise and made him feel like a child again.
It was like a portion of his memories were missing. Like parts of his dreams were somehow being censored. Their interference, he presumed? They were obviously desperate to maintain their hold, but he'd be ready for them from now on.
A familiar third voice chimed in, “You two have certainly made things difficult for me.”
Twilight and Sunset immediately reverted to their civilian disguises, save for their wings which remained visible.
The trio turned in unison to see none other than Cadance herself, smiling at them with a twinkle in her eye. However she had a silhouette of her own wingspan framed behind her, one which dwarfed their own...
Sunset, Twilight, and Flash found themselves sharing the same dreamscape, localized between their shared consciousness; nothing more than an empty purgatory beyond these bounds, with this particular one taking the form of standing peaceful field, cocooned in a soft breeze, cloudless blue skies above.
Despite this, the vibe they were getting from Cadance was anything but peaceful.
"You've really done it this time!" Flash heard Cadance yell as she stormed towards the two succubi, placing her hands upon her wide hips. “You've flagrantly utilized your dream powers so frequently it's been hard to cover up your actions.”
"Hold on a sec!" Sunset interrupted, much to her annoyance. “How were you able to nullify our powers here so easily without using your own?”
"I was about to say…" Agreed Twilight as her natural curiosity was aroused. “I also think that deserves an explanation."
Cadence rolled her eyes at this and merely shrugged. “I supplied Flash with a herbal tea I laced with a special chemical that easily dulls the abilities of those who enter his dreams. Even to the point where it would be difficult for you all to get fully aroused..." She explained nonchalantly. "...unless I unleash my full power that is...” She added, it was at that point that Flash noticed that while she appeared as human as they did, he could see the silhouette of a wide wingspan etched onto the horizon.
Deciding to remind them of his existence, Flash Sentry cut in. “Wait, what exactly are you up to? And why use me as bait?"
Cadance immediately turned her attention to him with an apologetic look on her face. “Please, forgive the deception Flash.” Cooed Cadance. “But it was better you were brought 'up to speed' on this without anyone listening in. Basically, Twilight and Sunset here are fighting over the right to take you as their mate.” She explained bluntly, gesturing to the two Succubi. Twilight in turn waved nervously while Sunset gave him a fanged grin, as if she were eyeing a delicious piece of meat.
“I'm…uh…flattered?” He blushed, somewhat nervous and unsure on how to process this information. “But why choose to interact with me through my dreams? And why me in particular?”
“Well, you had sort of this air of innocence...” Began Sunset, casually walking towards him and draping her arm over his shoulder. “I thought it would be fun to turn a nice guy into an aggressive dom like me." She whispered into his ear seductively. "It just gets me off to see purity corrupted-"
“I'm more interested in making him an incubus,” Interrupted Twilight as she immediately pushed Sunset away before she could go any further.
"Wait, what? Why would you want to change my species?" Flash asked in confusion.
"Oh don't get me wrong, you are very attractive…" Twilight began, batting her eyes seductively. “But despite what good shape you're in, you wouldn't last long with me outside the dreamscape! I'd probably break you within a few hours!”
"Hey, I'll have you know that I happen to have amazing stamina!" Flash retorted, slightly offended by the notion.
“Sorry Flash, but I'll have to agree with Twilight on this one...” Added Cadance, conjuring what appeared to be a whiteboard out of nowhere. One said whiteboard where pictures of Flash, and Twilight. Below the pictures were long green bars labeled "stamina" that reached across the whiteboard. While Twilight's bar made it halfway across the board, Flash's seemed ridiculously short in comparison. "You see Flash, Succubi are blessed…or cursed…with nearly insatiable libidos. Humans lack the stamina needed to keep up with us, hence why we tend to seduce humans in their dreams, less limitations. It took a year-and-a-half of 'training' with Shining Armor before he achieved the stamina necessary to last with me."
“That's one of the reasons I wanted you as an incubus,” admitted Twilight with a smile, happily clinging to his arm. "It took me a while, but I managed to acquire a rare spell book that could help me pull it off!"
Flash was surprised by this, yet somewhat flattered that she was that into him. "Thanks I guess, but I-
"Then why keep such a spell to yourself? And why'd you decide to focus on only one guy?!" Sunset huffed with arms crossed. “Last I checked you were supposed to be the smart one! You could have turned all the boys in school into Incubuses!"
Twilight narrowed her eyes at this. “It's delicate and can't be used willy-nilly.” She said in a condescending tone. "Not to mention the fact that turning someone into an Incubus requires a lot of lust energy. If you studied your own spells properly, you'd know that! But then again, I can't expect rational thinking from someone like you..."
"Are you calling me an idiot, four eyes?" Sunset snarled as flames began to surround her body.
"Uh, girls?" Flash attempted to interrupt, but was ignored.
"I sure as hell ain't calling you smart!" Twilight retorted with a glare as several magic symbols floating around her body as her wings spread out.
“Quiet you two.” Commanded Cadance, prompting the two to immediately cease their arguing, and making Flash wonder just how much authority she held as a Succubus. “Fighting over him only draws unneeded attention.” She started, strolling around them in a circle, contemplating…she then paused and looked over her shoulder. “Why not have a three-way?”
“Wait, what??” Flash sat there slack-jawed, uncertain if he'd heard right.
"We're Succubi Flash, did you really think polygamy wouldn't be an option for us?" She winked.
“I refuse!” Said Twilight and Sunset in unison; more alike than they cared to admit. "I'm not sharing anything with her!" They both shouted, pointing at each other.
“Might I point out your efforts haven't yielded many results. And hey, if I can share your brother with Miss Chrysalis, ” She paused to stare at Twilight, who simply blushed in response.
'Wait, the drama teacher?!' Flash thought to himself, just how many Succubi were in this school?!
"...and you Sunset, " She began, getting the fiery Succubus' attention. "Last I checked, your brother Sunburst was able to manage a relationship between himself, Starlight, and Trixie, right?" Sunset groaned in response as she folded in her wings, not willing to answer, but pretty much confirming her statement.
“Now, I know the two of you have your differences and disagreements, but as Succubi the two of you should be open-minded enough to at least be able to give it a shot, right?” She asked, her usual warm smile almost seeming predatory now.
"Uh, excuse me?" Flash interjected. “Do I even get a say in this?”
While the other two Succubi were deep in thought, Cadance floated over to flash and bent over so that they were at eye level, giving him a very generous view of her cleavage. "Flash, you have two Succubi eager to make you their lover, a privilege most mortals never get, and I'm offering you the chance to do it with the both of them without being considered a cheating two-timer. Ask yourself: do you really want to pass it up?"
Taking a moment to think it over, Flash still wasn't completely sold on the idea. As tempting as it was, would they really consider him as their lover? Or simply reduce him to a mere pet? “I'll have to consider it, at least. The price seems a little high,” he admitted.
"Understandable." Cadance smiled. "I'm not expecting you to make an immediate decision, however-"
"You have the audacity to say that I'm being selfish!?" Twilight shouted.
"Even if I did share him with you, that doesn't mean I just going fork him over whenever you want a turn!" They both heard Sunset snap. Already were arguments were breaking out between the two again. Rather than shut them up in the usual way, Cadance allowed a portion of her powers to run loose; a miasma of pheromones that blossomed in a hot pink cloud enveloped them.
A warmth filled all of them, gradually gaining traction, until it pleasantly burned all over, particularly in their loins. A pleasant numbness filled Flash, more relaxing than anything; but in contrast low coos escaped Twilight and Sunset, who removed their clothing an article at a time. First they shed the outer garments, and them their bras were unlatched, breasts falling out with a bounce. Lastly they slid down their frilled panties, stepping out of them, desperate faces twisted in sheer lust.
They practically pounced upon him, tearing off his clothes; not that they mattered in a dream, right? He could probably do anything, if he understood how. But he felt rather passive, lethargic even, wondering if it was the tea's effects at work. They were competing even now, rubbing their denuded forms upon him, eager to prove they were the more worthy mate.
“W-wow,” he wheezed.
“This is just the start big boy,” teased Sunset who flashed her teeth.
“You're trying too hard,” said Twilight. “Let it come naturally. I'll take care of you.”
“So,” began Sunset. “Which of us do you prefer?”
“Um.... Guess we'll have to test some more and find out,” he admitted, mostly to buy himself time.
His hands felt heavy and slow when they wandered over them. They passed over supple flesh, brushing down slender backs and wide hips; groping breasts and buttocks. He felt their leakage between their thighs, soft kisses covering him all over while they traced his musculature. His groin stirred a little, but struggled to reach an erection despite the ache in his balls. “Ah!” He cried when both of them clasped a fist around his half-flaccid dick. Glaring at the other for a moment, they heaved their shoulders and stroked his vein-lined meat. “Sure, you're both hot. But I need someone who cares about me, too.”
“I could provide that,” assured Twilight with a sensuous lick of her lips.
“Don't listen to her! She'd treat you like an experiment. But me...” Sunset half-lidded her eyes. “I'd be your possession.”
“S-still not sure I can trust either of you,” he muttered, pre-cum oozing down their palms, making their fingers sticky with viscous liquids.
Part of him wanted them, to bury himself inside them and let out all of life's little stresses, but in his current state he couldn't. He pitched back onto his back, surrounded by the she-devils still in human guise who were rubbing their tits down his chest. Erect nipples brushed over his own, and he clenched with a shudder, gritting his teeth and straining his eyes.
He stared at them, heart racing, trying to work himself up into a state where he could properly reciprocate while Cadance simply smiled slyly at them with a muted titter. He grunted in frustration. No matter how much they worked themselves or him up, it was like they were constantly reset. They growled in shared disappointment.
But before he could reach a proper conclusion, the dream land started to blur around them, colors faded and sounds dulled to announce its momentary end. They struggled to hold onto him, the light of wakefulness claiming him. To his surprise he clung back.
“Think it over,” Said Cadance who withdrew her power as reality collapsed around them. “Remember, this is only a small taste of what I'm offering the three of you. I promise to revisit your dream in a week's time...”
A couple of days had passed since Flash Sentry started to mull over a monumental decision; to become an Incubus might mean abandoning all he is. Would it make him controlling, even cruel? Such thoughts replayed in his head while he showered, water running down his chiseled body and steam clouding around him, a soothing balm to all his recent troubles.
Ever since that meeting in the dream Sunset and Twilight had kept their distance to an extent, until he wondered if they were avoiding him? Perhaps it had something to do with Cadance, who they appeared to defer to. Deciding not to overthink it, he turned off the nob and toweled himself down, prepping himself for a fresh day at school.
Within the hour he'd dressed, eaten breakfast, then after some light exercise headed out, more refreshed than he'd been in quite sometime. He breathed in fresh air with a contented sigh, stretching before he set out in a brisk jog.
Soon he arrived, hands in his jean pockets, and spotted Twilight Sparkle at the school's entrance, waiting for him. “Hey.” He waved.
“Hey yourself,” she replied basking in the morning sunlight and breeze that whistled around them. “Cadance suggested we spend more time together,” she murmured linking her arm with his once he closed in. “Poor Sunset will have to wait her turn. I have the first day.” She smiled and rested her head on his shoulder, and her forced a grin.
Heading inside, he walked her to her first class. “Well, this is it. See you around?”
“Sure. We'll meet up between classes!” With a quick peck on his cheek, she ducked inside. This time his lips formed a genuine smirk, and the bell sounded. “Crap,” he muttered and hurried down the halls that were now overflowing with students.
The first class seemed to stretch on forever. He watched the clock, thankful that at least now he wasn't half-asleep. However that was almost a mercy compared to the boredom that now threatened to overwhelm him, leaning on his arm for support.
He used to spend much of his time worrying about his grades, but they seemed unimportant now. Especially if he planned to leave all this behind. He chewed on his pencil, ruminating on what that would mean; would he even be himself anymore?
For all he knew as an Incubi he'd be little more than their pet, yet somehow, that didn't sound so bad?
After they were let out he immediately found Twilight hovering outside the door. “Come with me,” she said taking his arm again. “There's so much I want to tell you about Succubi.” Thankfully with all the chatter around them they were drowned out to anyone else, and she freely continued. “You'll share similar benefits if you become an Incubus...and the downsides.”
“Knew there had to be a catch.” He strolled next to her, allowed her to lead.
“Well, I don't think they're that big a deal, but I want you to know what you're getting into. I'm sure you've figured some of it out? Think of it like having super powers! Enhanced strength, speed, stamina, senses, not to mention libido! That can be a problem too, of course...but if you become like us, we'll be perfectly matched.” She pressed her breasts against him.
He gulped, soaking in her body heat, and the softness of her chest. His eyes met hers through her glasses, unable to deny how cute she was. Different than Sunset, but no less desirable in his mind. “Twilight, I-”
"Shush." She pressed her index finger over his lips, took his hand, guided it; his palm trailed up her thigh, came to rest beneath her skirt on a bare bottom, which he kneaded. "As I was saying, Incubi can also induce lust in females. They would end up addicted to your presence, beg to be bred by you." Her perky nipples poked at his chest.
He stiffened until he ached, member straining against his underwear, fantasizing about taking her here in front of everyone.
"You won't age either, can choose whether or not you wish to impregnate someone..." His mind drifted, lulled into a stupor by sheer lust, while his hand rubbed her pert asscheek in circles, felt a wet patch on her inner thigh. She tittered, nibbled on his ear.
Another bell's clatter forced them apart. They both cursed, the moment broken, and headed off in their own directions.
Most of his next class was spent ruminating about all they offered. Not to mention fantasizing, as she'd kickstarted the cycle all over again, left him grumbling with a raging hard on that he couldn't take care of.
After school they met up again, the hallways still filled with students and staff milling about. “There's something else you should know,” she said. “Our eyes allow us to see the truth of things. Like how many people here are also creatures in disguise!”
“Really?” He questioned if she was exaggerating for dramatic effect. “Uh, how many are we talking?”
She laughed. “Maybe it would be better to show you?” She waved a hand over his eyes, cast a subtle spell with a twinkle to temporarily alter them. His gaze refocused, and when he looked about, he noticed a bevy of supernatural entities; some whom he recognized from mythology. “Huh, is that a minotaur? And that one looks like a griffin-”
“Indeed! Try not to stare, though; I'd rather not let on I can see through them.” A whole menagerie blended in with the mobs, outnumbered but in much higher droves than he ever would have anticipated.
He imagined they had infiltrated society at all levels, and hoped they were benevolent; at least the ones he'd encountered so far appeared peaceful enough.
The janitor, Discord, was the oddest of all; a mismatch of various creatures haphazardly forced into a single entity. There was also a sphinx, a few dragons, a trio of sirens...
He wasn't certain whether to be relieved or disappointed that his inner circle all appeared to be normal humans. He'd always believed there was more to Lyra and BonBon, but apparently they were just eccentric? Yet another look at Sandalwood and Tree Hugger made him pause; their skin had a mild shimmery, tree trunk-like texture.
“Neat.” With another flourish of her hand his vision returned to normal, and he took a moment to readjust, his sigjt momentarily blurred. “Mind if I walk you home?”
“Silly. You expect us to live mundane lives like you?” She prodded him with a nudge into his stomach.
“Guess not,” he replied, deflated. “See you tomorrow-”
“Relax. I'm teasing. Here, this way.” She pointed down a street that cut into a quiet neighborhood.
Sinking against him, he basked anew in her warmth and softness, the scent of her perfume, the silkiness of her hair. He never would have anticipated that under such an innocent guise a lustful she-devil lurked.
Taking a leisurely stroll down the sidewalks, they soaked in the suburban scenery where children played, a reminder of the life he might have to partially leave behind if he accepted the deal.
But did he really want normalcy, anyhow? A job, kids, retirement? All the things he'd been told from an early age he was supposed to want, that enabled society to function.
What these creatures offered instead was adventure; the unknown. Would he be a fool not to take the chance?
The time he'd spent with Twilight had left Flash Sentry with a number of pleasant dreams (less erotic ones, ironically enough). And yet it came to an end all too soon, the one silver lining that now it was Sunset's turn.
As the thin sun rays peeked in through the curtains, Flash stirred in his bed, tossed aside the sheets and stretched his naked body with a wide yawn, thankful that the weekend had finally arrived.
However, he couldn't take it easy even now. A quick shower and simple breakfast later, and he was ready to face the day with a morning jog. His eyes trailed to his guitar that rested in a corner, and he lamented how little time he had lately for his hobbies.
A knock sounded at the door. Answering it, he saw Sunset Shimmer standing on the porch, garbed in her usual school attire, complete with that leather jacket and boots that screamed "bad girl". The motorcycle she'd parked by the street completed her look.
“Come on.” She jerked her thumb at the vehicle. “You'll have to ride bitch, though.”
He shrugged with a grin, hands in his pockets. “I don't mind if it means holding onto you.”
“Don't try to flatter me, charmer.” She poked his stomach to tease him. She straddled the bike and revved it up as he settled behind her, his hands wrapped around her midsection.
Much to his surprise, she handed him her helmet, seemingly not concerned that he was putting on the only one. While he was a bit anxious since she was the one driving, he mentally reminded himself that she was a succubus. 'She's probably more durable than me when push comes to shove…' He thought to himself as they rode off..
*****
After an hour-long ride they arrived in a more rundown part of the city. From what Flash could recall this area wasn't too far from the red light district. “We're about to hit one of my favorite hangouts,” she yelled over the wind just as she skidded to a halt right outside a club, the neon sign reading [Gateway to Tartarus].
“Uh, isn't it a bit early for this?" Flash asked as he pulled off the helmet. "I don't think this place would be open at this hour.”
Sunset grinned and stepped off. “Not for normal people. Luckily, you're with me.” She pulled him along and lead him to an entrance in the back. A short time later they were headed down a series of stairs that creaked into the darkness.
Several minutes passed before he heard faint sounds that shook the area. “Usually normals can't see the underground entrance. Think of it like a glamor that causes people to overlook it and keeps it hidden,” Sunset explained as she opened the door.
“Handy. Hey, what the-” The outpour of guttural noises that poured out made his blood run cold. The area teamed with a variety of monsters, barely restrained by thick fences that blocked off an arena. He spotted a few humans there or at least assumed they were by appearance, and figured they'd been led here like him as guests. “Is this, like, a fight club?”
“Of sorts. You'll see.” She smirked as she pushed her way through the crowd and pressed herself against him while they approached the arena.
His nose crinkled at the stench of sweat. The air was thick with it and humidity, and he realized how vulnerable a mere human was here, that they could easily turn on him and tear him apart or make him a quick meal.
“Ah, fresh meat.”
As if on cue, he heard a female voice growl behind him. Turning around he found himself face to muzzle with a brown-furred werewolf about a head taller than him.
"Um…hi?" He stammered out, taking a cautious step back.
"Hello yourself, handsome~" She smirked as she licked her lips, letting out a long, sensuous growl. "What's a deliciousmale like you doing in a place like this?"
"I-I came with a friend?" He gulped, Flash couldn't help it take another step back, this woman was eying him like she'd just been offered a delicious piece of meat to snack on.
"Well then, I'm sure your friend wouldn't mind if you took some time to hang out with a real woman~" She cooed as came closer. "I know a place where we can-"
"Back off Winona." A second voice chimed in.
Just then, a green tentacle made completely out of slime slithered between the two, the very tip of it shifting into a feminine face before the rest of it followed, revealing itself to be a woman made of congealed slime. “I saw him first, beast.”
"Like hell you did Smooze!" The werewolf growled back.
"Um, excuse me?" Flash attempted to interject, somewhat aggravated that they were suddenly acting as though he was their property. "Pretty sure I'm supposed to have a say in this."
"Well of course!" The Slime girl turned around, giving him a sultry smile. "But wouldn't you rather hang out with someone who can take you around the world and back with pleasure?" She asked as her form shifted once more, making her breasts even bigger than his head.
Flash blushed at this display. "I'm not really-"
He was interrupted however, when the Werewolf took a greater whiff and turned up her wet nose. “Wait, that scent…you're a damned normal human.” She growled menacingly…only to be intercepted by Smooze.
“No, there's more to it than that, his aura...” The Slime stated. "I think he's-"
"Spoken for."
The two turned to see Sunset, her eyes glowing menacingly and her wings flared outwards. “...n-never mind. We were just leaving.” The Slime stammered as she quickly slithered away, the Werewolf glaring at them for a few seconds before snorting and walking off.
Flash breathed sighs of relief, but as he turned to speak with Sunset he found himself being pulled through the crowd and towards the main arena.
*****
The two combatants entered the arena to thunderous cheers. The first was announced as Lightning Dust, who had colorful wings in place of arms, her lower half akin to a bird complete with razor-sharp talons. She hissed and flapped with a snarl.
The second arrival was called Ember, a dragoness who like her opponent wore light, scanty armor over her lithe figure. The pair faced each other down, and rushed to attack the moment the announcement to begin commenced.
"So...about those two monsters you scared off, what was that all about?” Flash asked as he watched them wrestle.
“There are lots of monsters who would be more than willing to take you by force, such as the pair who flirted with you. But due to your prolonged exposure to my and Twilight's demonic aura, they recognized our scent and turned tail.” Sunset shook her head with a grin. “Can't blame them, really. Certain classes of monsters, like me, are known to have an authoritative aura that scares of lesser monsters.” She explained as her smile widened, watching the challengers battle it out with tooth and claw.
Sliding her hand down his back, she groped his ass through his jeans, breathing heavily while she watched the opponents clash. “Should you allow me to teach you the ways of being more dominant, you'll eventually be able to expel your own aura. While it won't compare to mine, when combined with my own most monsters would more than likely avoid you.”
His pants tented under her hungry touch. “Sounds nice.”
“It gets better. More submissive monsters might take an interest in you. I imagine you'd be a magnet for sex-slaves,” she teased with a wink as the crowd broke out in more cheers when a particularly loud blow landed with a crack.
Ember raised her toned arms in triumph, her beaten foe draped on the floor before her soaked in sweat. She bent down, took the harpy into her grasp, and pressed her mouth to her lips. Lightning Dust reciprocated with her own passionate kisses, the dragoness claiming her prize as was her right. Their tongues danced, and their hands started to wander.
“This is the part where things get 'spicy' for the audience,” said Sunset who took his arm and dragged him off. He looked over his shoulder, and noticed that several couples had already started to make out. "...and that's a type of kinkiness you're not ready for...yet."
*****
When they emerged back on the surface, Sunset rode back to his home and the couple parted ways. With Flash focused on all she'd told him and the implications.
At the same time, Sunset came to a stop when she saw a familiar face approach her.
“Sunset,” said Cadance who boldly stood on the sidewalk with her arms crossed, and her legs parted in a dominant stance. “We have much to discuss...”
Three days passed where Twilight and Sunset were absent from school classes. No explanation was offered, and so Flash Sentry soon settled back into mundane routine, thankful he could at least sleep better.
Nonetheless, he couldn't help but feel a little empty without their company.
However when he went to sleep that night, he reappeared back in the sunlit plains under a blue sky, and immediately realized he was lost in that peaceful dream. Strolling across the grass, he spotted Twilight Sparkle and Sunset Shimmer already locked in conversation. Strangely neither took notice of his casual approach, despite the crunch of his tennis shoes as he hovered nearby.
“I placed a cloaking spell on your mind,” came the sweet voice of Cadance. “To make sure things are properly set up before the ritual begins.” She stepped out of the invisible barrier she raised to meet with the two girls. “So...” She crossed her arms, Flash still invisible to them but able to hear their conversation. “What exactly is it about Flash Sentry that you find so attractive?”
“His nice, tight butt,” Sunset said half-jokingly with a smug grin.
“His manly chest,” answered Twilight a little more seriously, her cheeks colored.
“Be serious. It's far beyond physical attraction, I can tell,” replied Cadance who sighed and shook her head.
Sunset shrugged, her arms crossed. “It's nice to take someone handsome but otherwise so normal and see how much I can 'twist' him. They're all bad boys at heart, deep down. Think of it as the equivalent of the sweet, innocent girl who gets twisted into a kinky dominatrix. It will be a nice challenge to see just how far I can take him, once I let the beast inside of him run wild over me!”
“Oh,” said Twilight in wide-eyed surprise. “Nothing so elaborate, in my case. I need a switch who can be romantic or domineering on the turn of a dime. Someone who can take control when he needs to, but also tend to all my needs! That's not easy to find!”
Cadance stalked back-and-forth. “I see. So you both wish to groom him to suit yourselves.” She paused and met their gaze, eyes narrowed. “How far would you two go to be with him? Would you still pursue him, even if it meant you had to share him?”
Twilight and Sunset shared a long, drawn-out glance. Finally, a nod in agreement. “We do have our disagreements,” admitted Twi who adjusted her glasses. “But for his sake, we should be able to reach a compromise.”
“I'll try it, at least.” Sunset put a hand on her wide hip. “So, what do we have to do?”
Cadance snapped her fingers, and in a flash of illumination unveiled her true, succubus shape. Her more conservative blouse, jacket, skirt, stockings, and heels were replaced by full-on bondage gear, the scanty black leather corset and thong combo complete with high gloves and heeled boots barely able to contain a form so voluptuous it put the younger demons to shame.
Not only that but her mere presence unleashed a torrent of sexual energy none present could resist. “If you're willing to be with each other for him, you'll need to...'practice',” she began, but before she could further explain Twilight and Sunset hungrily embraced, molesting their new partner while they sloppily made out, overwhelmed by a barrage of sheer lust.
Bemused by their reaction, Cadance sent a telepathic message to Flash. “Are you ready to take a chance with both of them?”
Taking a few minutes to consider, plus a chance to enjoy the show, Flash thought it over. The two lesser succubi tore the clothes from each other like rabid animals in perpetual heat, kissing, groping, and wrestling for dominance, audibly frustrated by their inability to sate themselves.
A need he could easily fulfill. It would be cruel not to, wouldn't it? He stepped out of the barrier, the paradise illusion replaced by a red-lit altar where they all really were.
The succubi turned to him. Readied to pounce on their fresh meat, they leaped into the air, only to be frozen in place by Cadance with a dismissive wave of her hand. She placed a necklace on each one, both of them halves of a yin-yang symbol.
“Have fun,” she murmured in a sultry voice, and with another wave of her hand undid the spell and watched them tackle him.
The wind was knocked from Flash who thumped onto his back. Nails shredded his clothes, tore them off his chiseled form, their own denuded suppleness pressed to his musculature. They peppered him in hungry kisses, felt him up and directed his hands to do the same with him, while they also made out with and stroked each other, whatever they could to help quench insatiable lusts.
Soft tits dragged down his chest and stomach. They paused before his erection, pressed between their cheeks, and started to lap at it. He wheezed and precum trailed down his veiny length, which twitched and throbbed to be loosed in and on them.
He was suddenly thankful for all the teasing and training the duo had put him through, so he wouldn't blow his load so soon. They fought over his cock, taking it into their mouths and sucking it down to the base, the momentary loser forced to sucked on his balls instead while the other used her hand to help her partner deepthroat him.
Each time one of them popped off, strings of saliva mixed with pre still clung between his dick and their glazed lips, each blushing and eager to drink down his heavy load.
“Me first,” cried Sunset who pushed Twilight aside and straddled him. Her feral eyes rolled into her head with a low bestial moan, felt him spread her deep and wide as her cunt stretched, clasped his hands onto her plush tits and started to ride him senseless.
Grunts escaped her each time she slammed him into her, like a beast in heat. “Give me your seed! Shoot your load into my womb,” she demanded with a possessive hiss. Her pussy dripped down his cock, violently clamped around it, determined to milk it dry.
A disappointed Twilight sat on his face instead. He attacked her lower holes with a violent tongue lashing, circled her pink, puckered asshole, drank down the sweet runny twat nectar that dribbled into his mouth and pooled down his soaked chin.
"Don't...stop," she wheezed.
While the threesome made love under Cadance's guidance, the necklaces began to resonate more-and-more. Eventually the luminescence proved so brilliant it consumed them on, and Twilight vanished off his face, while she and Sunset were suddenly fused into one entity, signified by a united yin-yang necklace that now adorned the new succubi's bare chest. “What the-”
“I call her Sunlight Sparkler,” answered Cadance with a cheeky titter. “Sadly, that necklace only works in the spirit world. Still, it was the sole way to help them both properly fulfill their ambitions at once. Plus,” she whispered as an aside into his ear. “They both owed me big time, since it took a lot of work to get my hands on that necklace.”
United into one creature, Twilight's and Sunset's kinks, fetishes, and perverse desires were also combined. Sunlight continued her fierce, ceaseless ride of Flash who strained to hold on, ready to burst in her at any moment, while Cadance chanted incantations that made the altar start to shimmer. Gathered sexual energies collected by the succubi filled the atmosphere.
Loosed on Flash, he howled amidst the shine, transformed into an incubus. Growling, he immediately pushed Sunlight under him, sexual dominating her with bestial grunts. His cock plunged into her pussy, made it spatter over his groin, and her buttocks wobbled under wet, rough slaps as he drove her into the floor with a merciless mating press that made her howl in ecstasy.
He held her down by the wrists, kissed and bit her lips, took his tits in his mouth and distended her mounds to the fullest, until they slapped and bounced back into place. She dripped down her now moist asshole, clenched her fuckholes, sucked his cock with her slimy birth canal, eyes hazy and matted hair tossed in a sweaty curtain around her.
She shrieked like a banshee, “More! Harder! Cum inside me!”
Pounded faster and faster by the moment, she submissively whimpered and shook within his iron hold. Eventually her eyes closed, and she slumped, but he continued to ravish her unconscious body, unable to control the full brunt of his unleashed lust.
Throwing back his head and grunting, his muscles strained taut, and he inevitably dumped his payload. Gooey batter blasted the moist walls of her cunt, flooded her womb, and her sleeping frame quivered impaled on him, squirting all over his crotch.
He dropped her with a thud, cum oozing out her gaped pussy. The necklace shattered and she instantly separated back into both women, their faces burnt red while they murmured in shameless bliss, still asleep as their sweaty, shiny breasts rose and fell.
Flash turned to the other woman, cock still erect and wet. The incubus pounced at her, frozen in place by Cadance who shook her head and smiled. “You wouldn't last against me,” she kindly warned and pushed him onto his back under an invisible force. A wider smile split her face. “I've done you a favor, Flash. Just relish the fruits of your labor.”
*****
Pants rose from Flash who snapped awake, back in his room. The area was dimmed and the sheets rustled around his naked body.
Was it simply another dream...?
That was when he felt a warmth and softness that surrounded him on both sides.
Cuddled next to him on both sides were the supple, nude forms of Twilight and Sunset, who murmured happily in their deep sleep.
A tiny smile crossed his lips, his penis left half-erect. But in truth he valued their company more, as his arms cuddled them.
Walking through the school halls with a text book clasped to her small breast, Wallflower maneuvered amidst the crowds unnoticed like usual. There had been a number of weird events recently, rendering her more forgettable than ever. She lacked a close circle of real friends, and hadn't so much as kissed a boy or girl in her entire life, much to her silent shame.
Her eyes turned to saucers as she swiped a stray lock that obscured her freckled face. While they tried to keep to the shadows, Lyra and BonBon were making out around a corner, tongues locked and hands left to aimlessly wander over each other.
She averted her eyes and hurried on past, unable to deny a spike of heat in her loins that left a moist damp in the crotch of her panties below her pants. Her attention was then drawn to Sandalwood whose locker was opened and covered in tasteful nude photos of both sexes, while he smiled and took a moment to admire them, each detail savored and burned into the memory.
Headed onward past the lockers in a mad dash, she did a double-take and paused by the art club, where atop a table perched a clearly completely naked Tree Hugger, eyes closed and smiling as her arms were raised high.
Around her the students captured every intimate detail of her supple curves, her labia covered in a thick bush that matched her hair. She sneaked in for a better view and swallowed, took in a view of the hippie from behind, thankful no one noticed her for once. She could probably jill herself off like crazy until she was a moaning mess and doubted anyone would spot her!
Her book was placed aside, the bit of artistic nudity imprinted on her mind. No doubt Sandalwood's collection of photos were taken here. She doubted this was remotely in the school's rules, but no one here appeared to mind.
“Nice vibes,” murmured Hugs as the intruder neared and shifted her posture, until her plush ass pushed into Wallflower's face. “Mmm, nice and warm, helps with the draft in here,” she mused, evidenced by how perky her nipples under the chill.
Wallflower savored the heat pressed between her cheeks for a moment before she found the will to pull away. Somehow the hippie didn't seem to notice her, or if she did she pretended not to, and with some reluctance she decided to move on.
Her lithe bosom heaved as she leaned against a wall in the corridor. “Since when did this school get so perverted?”
As if in answer, she spotted Sunset Shimmer near the bathrooms, wearing a black leather bondage-style bikini. She grinned at Wallflower, beckoned with her index finger, and slipped into the restroom. After a moment, she followed her in.
Tracking her to an open stall, she was relieved to see no one else was present. “Wh-what do you want?”
“You,” Sunset simply answered with a lick of her lips.
Me? Why-” She sucked in a breath as Sunset undid her top, letting it and her breasts topple free with a pronounced bounce. Then she slowly slid down her bottoms and stepped out of them, completely naked save for a heeled pair of fuck-me boots.
“Don't be shy,” teased Sunset who slowly smoothed her palms over her breasts, down her stomach, hips, and thighs.
Overwhelmed by ambivalence as her heart hammered, Wallflower ran from the restroom, pleasant memories of Sunset's bared flesh burned into her mind. Truth is, she desperately wanted to run home and masturbate, her cheeks on fire.
She dashed around the mobs, ran until she was a sweaty mess, her heart unable to stop its relentless beat when she finally skidded to a stop at the pool. Again it appeared to be mostly empty, save for a splash that echoed in the distance.
Deciding to further investigate, she tip-toed over to find a lone, nude woman who floated on her back atop the pristine waters. She swallowed hard and recognized Twilight Sparkle, whose straight hair trailed around her as she smiled.
“Why don't you join me, Wallflower? We could have the pool all to ourselves, if you like.” She opened her eyes and shot her a playful wink.
Again she felt her womanhood moisten and clench, tempted but unable to take the plunge as they all moved way too fast!
“No-no thanks,” she replied and almost slipped on the floor as she skidded away.
Without a clear destination in mind she ran blindly ahead and barreled into the changing room. One that belonged to the boys, at that! She slammed into the lone inhabitant, felt his bare muscles as she tumbled onto of the naked boy. “Flash...?”
“Uh, hi!” Flash Sentry blushed mildly as he was straddled, his erect cock pressed against her tummy. “Sorry about that!”
She leaped to her feet and turned around. “It's fine, the fault's all on me! Wait, why are you here? Are you and Twilight-” She was interrupted by the padding of soft footsteps, and turned to see Twilight and Sunset who brazenly wandered in fully nude.
“We're all in on this,” admitted Sunset as Flash stood, their 'prey' now surrounded.
“I don't understand,” said Wallflower as they closed in, to the point she felt their body heat radiate. It was impossibly warm, and almost made her hyperventilate, her own freckled body afire as she was tempted to cast away all her clothes.
The trio exchanged a look then turned back to her. “Guess we should come clean. This whole school and the crazy scenarios you've encountered? All part of a dream with me as its author. Hey, I doubted it at first too, so I'll show you.”
In a shimmer of light he, Twilight, and Sunset transformed into an incubus and succubi, adorned by bat-like wings and curled horns, their teeth like razors and their nails closer to claws. Strangest of all were their piercing, alien eyes.
Wallflower started to scream, aware there was nowhere left to run. “Pl-please don't eat me! I don't taste that good, I'm sure.”
“Oh,” said Sunset in a sultry manner as she slowly licked her chops. “Somehow, I doubt that!”
Flash carefully reached out a claw and caressed their snack's freckled cheek. She shivered for a moment then relaxed into his touch. “Come on, don't be afraid. We won't hurt you. And if you really don't want this, I understand.”
“But we're in a shared dream,” reminded Twilight. “So why not take the chance to indulge yourself? Surely you have some unspoken, taboo fantasies you've always wanted to fulfill? Plus, it will give Flash a chance to test his powers!”
“Well, I...” Wallflower stared at the floor and kicked a foot. Sunset's hands slid to her slender hips, starting to undo her belt buckle, and she didn't resist, the object soon cast aside. Palms stroked her belly, and she shivered and moaned in delight.
Would it be so bad? This was only a dream, wasn't it?
Before she knew it Wallflower lifted her stick-like arms, her shirt lifted over her shoulders until it was off, freckled tits obscured by a plain white bra on display. She noted how tiny they were, but that didn't seem to matter them as the hook was undone, and her perky breasts toppled out with a subdued bounce. Erect nipples poked at the air, flicked by Sunset.
“I-I've never been touched like this before,” she confessed as Twilight slid down her pants and exposed a plain pair of white, frilled panties with a little bow on them.
After a moment's hesitation Wallflower nodded, and they were peeled down to expose her shaven snatch and freckle-dotted buttocks, as she kicked off her shoes, undid her socks, and stepped from her panties.
“You're lovely. Just like I imagined,” noted Flash who like his lovers drank her in.
“You can't mean that. Next to those two I'm plain,” she muttered and traced her facial freckles like they were offensive.
“I think they're hot as hell,” lustily growled Sunset who delivered a hard smack on her dotted ass and watched it wobble.
The two succubi lifted their 'prey', carried her to a bench, and placed Wallflower on her back. Her head was settled into Sunset's lap who continually kneaded her tits, while Twilight swung a leg over to straddle her, asshole and pussy directly in Wallflower's face as she spread the girl's thighs wide open and dove into her muff with relish. She squeaked in answer, already moist.
Flash shot them a toothy smirk, their latest recruit swiftly seduced and primed to be properly bred. He lined his cock up with her entrance, larger than ever now that he had embraced his demonic side, and rubbed his shift over her inflamed pussy lips. A sticky trail connected it to her cunt, as Twilight's elongated tongue lapped greedily at their wet sexes.
“Don't tease me,” pleaded Wallflower as her snatch nectar drooled down her puckered asshole.
“You asked for it,” he answered and slowly pushed in. Her walls were spread unbelievably wide, until she tensed up, thankful the pain was minimal and there wasn't any blood.
Was that because this was a dream? She no longer cared.
She was now their pet of her own free will, free to be used by them in return for the pleasure they provided.
He sheathed himself to the balls, then drew back until only his tip rested in her. Then he thrust back in amidst a spatter of her juices and her needy moans, only to repeat the process as he grunted and his succubi bitches had their way with her too.
Wallflower kissed Sunset when she leaned in and fondled the sizable tits suspended over her face. She alternated between sucking on them and licking the pair of holes Twilight presented her, no longer the least bit hesitant to go buck wild. She savored the feasts before her as her ass smacked under her cunt contracted under the brutal pounding she received.
Flash and Sunset leaned over and shared a passionate kiss, their tongues left to wrestle as they claimed their prizes. They had won their latest plaything, and could now savor their work at their leisure. By the time Wallflower woke up, no doubt she would run to his bed and be nestled between them. Groans escaped him with a final slam as he fired directly into her womb.
“Oh my gosh,” she all but shrieked as her legs shook, her toes curled, and she squirted over Twilight's face and Flash's cock and balls, something she didn't even know she was capable of! Well, it was a dream after all, where a virgin could become a sexual goddess within moments! She rode out a few climaxes, eyes half-hidden, barely able to remain conscious.
By the time he withdrew she whined in disappointment and watched his seed run from her gaped snatch, between her asscheeks and over her asshole. Almost immediately she was beset by the succubi who ravenously lapped at her moist fuckholes.
He smiled with wicked pride, another conquered by his vein-lined tool. His she-demons carried her sticky, sweaty body to the pool, where he followed as they slid in to bathe themselves. The warm waters submerged them as they relaxed.
“Relax,” he told Wallflower as the trio pressed themselves to her. “We'll take care of you from now on.”
She snuggled between the three of them, peppered all over in hungry kisses, welcoming her new lot in life. Soon they would awaken her and show her how many 'monsters' infested the school, who freely mingled with their fellow students.
Sleep came easily, or more accurately she 'drifted off' only to awaken back in Flash Sentry's bed, where she had sleepwalked over to, summoned by the siren's call of his succubi. She stared down at fingernails that had started to morph into claws, rubbed her sharp teeth with her tongue, traced tiny horns on her head and flicked a spaded tail.
