Filly's Night Out

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Sweetie Belle sat behind a pillar in one of the many hallways of Twilight's castle, hiding from the distracted gaze of a tired guard. She hadn't expected there to be so much security, but she'd thankfully managed to sneak by all of it unnoticed that far. She knew she wouldn't get a better chance though. More guards would be coming, and they wouldn't be as tired as those ones. And Tartarus knew what kind of magic they'd use on her to make her forget what she'd come so close to having.

She had to act then, and couldn't wait. It would have been a lot easier without the burning need in her loins to touch herself. She had to be thankful the guards were as tired as they were, otherwise they probably would have noticed the trail of arousal she'd left on the crystal floor. But she couldn't afford to lose her focus and get caught because she'd started masturbating in the corridor. Otherwise, she'd never get to them again.

The images of those thick, long shafts still filled her mind, along with the delicious smell and taste of their seed. She needed to taste them again. She needed to go beyond simply tasting them. She hadn't been given a real chance to feel those big cocks fill her holes the way they were supposed to, and now the need for it was driving her crazy. She needed imp cock, and she needed it as soon as possible, she couldn't wait anymore.

Just what had they been thinking anyway? Why had they been hiding and running away and fighting back? And Scootaloo had even had her mind changed to return her to how she was before. It was madness! She was terrified Twilight or one of the others would do the same to her, and she would forget how wonderful imps really were. If only other ponies could see the light like her and stop trying to fight back. Giving in felt so much better, and she wouldn't let them hold her back.

A short, metallic ding resonated in the corridor. Sweetie looked from behind the pillar, and saw the guard lying with his head against the wall, eyes closed, beginning to snore. With short and careful steps, she walked past the armour-clad stallion and towards the exit, making sure not to wake him up again. Then she quietly pushed the door, just enough to slip through, and slid out into the night. The guards outside were not particularly less tired, and it was easy to circle the castle while hiding in the bushes and then dart away while one of them was distracted.

The town was mostly empty, save for a couple of patrolling guards she easily avoided. She didn't see much of it though. She was busy running, as fast as she could. She just couldn't help herself. She was desperate, absolutely desperate to get more of those delicious imp cocks, to finally feel what it was like to be bred by them. She needed to get to them as fast as she could. She didn't even feel the soreness in her little legs, she was just too focused on finding what she was looking for.

She arrived at the edge of town sweaty, and short of breath. Her throat was sore and her chest hurt a little, and only now that she wasn't running anymore did she become aware of it all. But it still didn't matter, the burning in her loins was far more of a bother than anything else. She certainly hadn't stopped because she was feeling tired, she'd have kept running through the town if needed. But there was no Ponyville left.

In front of her, past a small patch of grass, was the edge of the Everfree Forest itself. Sweetie Belle hesitated. Would it not be dangerous to go there? Sure, the imps had probably run there to hide, but there were many other creatures hiding in the forest. What if she found some other monster? Like a big angry timberwolf, or a large and strong bugbear, or those bee-girls, or that giant tentacle monster that had captured Rainbow...

The filly bit down on her lips to suppress a moan, and barely stopped a hoof from reaching down to her nethers. In her addled state, the prospect of one of those monsters taking her and filling up all her holes just made her more excited, and even the forest's usual creatures were tempting to her. She needed to be filled, and if she found one of them she'd just lift up her pretty little plot and let them pound away until she lost her mind.

Giggling to herself, the little unicorn carelessly trotted past the border and into the forest. Ominous sounds of things moving in the dark resonated all around her, and any sane pony would have feared for their life in her situation. But to her, those steps and growls were nothing more than the promise of a creature that would take her and rut her little virgin filly pussy until she couldn't stand up anymore. Of course, imps were what she was looking for, but she wasn't going to pass up on any kind of cock if the chance presented itself.

Fortunately for her, she found what she was searching. Just as she was starting to wonder what a timberwolf's dick would look like, she heard a couple of voices nearby. Moving towards the sound, she peeked over a bush, and saw a couple of imps talking to each other in a clearing. As soon as she was sure of it, she dashed through the plant and ran towards the two little demons, practically throwing herself on her knees as she reached them and looking at the two with pleading eyes, panting.

Startled by the sudden commotion, the two imps went into a defensive stance as they took a moment to realise what had actually happened. When they finally decided they weren't in any kind of danger, they returned to a more relaxed position and began to study the filly sat in front of them like a dog. They looked between each other, then to Sweetie Belle, who meanwhile did nothing other than stare at the two and twitch in place.

"Say," one of the two began to say, squaring the unicorn up and down, "isn't this the one we coated in cum back in town this afternoon?"

"I think she is, actually," the other replied. He clicked his tongue, and cocked his head. "Pretty sure it's her, yeah. No idea how she got here though, I thought they'd gotten her away."

Sweetie Belle, unable to wait any longer, lit her horn and levitated both of the imps' loincloths up, exposing their dicks. Her mouth began to water at the sight, and the smell made her mind fog up with lust even more. Losing control of herself, she turned and pressed her face on the ground, lifting up her small filly plot. "Fuck me, please!" she begged the creatures.

The first imp looked at her for a moment, then shook his shoulders. "Well, I'm not about to look a gift filly in the mouth." He moved to behind Sweetie Belle, and lifted up his cock, aiming for her entrance. "In fact, I'd much rather focus on what's behind the other set of lips." He drew back, preparing to slam his hips into hers, and-

"Wait a second!" the other stopped him.

The first imp froze in place, his cock just a hair's breadth away from entering Sweetie's pussy. "What?" he asked, turning to his companion.

Squirming on the ground, Sweetie Belle desperately tried to push back her plot and get the imp's cock inside her, but all that did was tease her pussy lips and make her even hornier.

"This filly was saved, right? And now she's here, so that means she must have run away by herself, before they had time to purify her," the imp explained, a disgusted inflection joining his tone at the mention of purification.

The first imp stared at him for a moment. "And?"

"And that means she's probably still a virgin."

"Oh." The imp looked between Sweetie's squirming frame and the other demon. "And?"

The second imp groaned, rubbing a hand over his forehead in frustration. "Okay, listen for a moment. We've already got a bunch of fillies back at the camp. But virgins are rare. So what if, instead of fucking this one like those back there, we brought her to the boss as a present?"

The first imp pondered his words for a moment. "And that would mean... not fucking her, right?"

"Yes."

"Not even in the ass or mouth?"

"Yes."

The imp looked down for a moment. "But I-"

"Oh come the fuck on, think with your brain and not with your dick for once. You couldn't give less of a shit about whether she was a virgin or not, you just want a hole to fuck. But to the boss? That's worth something. We'll gain a lot more in the long run if we bring her to him instead."

The imp stayed silent for a moment, then sighed. "Fine." He let his dick fall back down, and stepped away from the young unicorn.

Disappointed, Sweetie turned back towards them. "But I want to get fucked!"

"Relax," the second imp stepped in, before the first changed his mind again and ruined their only decent shot at a promotion. "You'll get fucked, you just need to follow us for a bit. In fact, you'll love it, the boss has two dicks and they're even bigger than ours."

Sweetie perked up at the news. "Really?" She began to salivate at the thought of being spread wide by those thick imp cocks. "What are we waiting for then? Let's go!" she said, frantically trotting up and down in place.

"Over here," the smarter imp said, and the three began to walk through the forest.

"So where are you taking me?" Sweetie Belle asked along the way.

"To our camp," the imps replied.

Silence remained for a while.

"And what's it like?" Sweetie asked, eventually.

"We keep all the fillies we can find there, and keep fucking them all day long. We like to keep the fillies because they're tight, plus they're easier to transport and we don't have to leave them behind like the grown mares," the imps explained.

"Oh..."

The three kept walking a bit more, the sounds of their steps only coloured by the wet squelching coming from between the filly's thighs.

"Will I be fucked all day long too?" Sweetie asked, as they took a turn to the right.

"You will. But only after our boss has fucked you first."

Sweetie Belle let out a dreamy, wistful sigh of longing, and pursed her lips into a moan. "How long until we get there?"

"We're here, actually," the imps replied, moving a bush to reveal a slope leading into a clearing, filled with imps and fillies alike.

Sweetie dashed forward, and stood at the top of the slope, looking down. The sight made drool run down the corners of her mouth, and the smell of sex drifting up to her made her virgin pussy wink in need. Led by the two imps, she walked down to the camp and through it, and it took all of her self control not to jump in the first ongoing orgy she found. There were so many fillies there, pretty much every one of her classmates. She saw Toola Roola and Coconut Cream kissing each other as four imps pounded their behinds, two for each filly. A few steps further, Kettle Corn was getting her throat stuffed full of imp cum, and next to her Twist was taking an imp's cock up her ass as a mixture of imp cum and her own fluids gushed out from her momentarily empty pussy.

"You guys sure cum a lot," she commented, observing the fillies' large and bloated bellies. "How many time does one of you need to cum before you fill up a filly that much?"

"Oh, that?" one of the imps asked. "Those fillies are actually pregnant. Those are imp babies inside them, ready to pop out."

Sweetie Belle gasped at the news. She looked back at the other ponies, then her eyes almost rolled back into her head and she moaned, pressing her thighs together as liquid arousal shot out from her sex. She just couldn't wait a moment longer to be filled with imp cum and have her belly balloon out like that with her baby imps.

After a little more time spent walking, the three finally reached the centre of the camp. There, Sweetie Belle let out a squeal and almost came on the spot at the sight of what awaited her. A tall, muscular imp-like creature, similar to the one she'd caught sight of having his way with Twilight, sat on a makeshift throne, his wings folded against his back. Sweetie had to do a double take when looking at his crotch, to make sure she wasn't seeing double. On each of his two impressively large canine cocks was a filly, speared fully onto it and moaning in ecstasy.

Diamond Tiara and Silver Spoon, Sweetie realised as they got closer, were both screaming incoherently, their eyes rolled back into their heads. The sound of their small plots hitting the demon's hips resonated through the camp, and the smell of sex coming from them was intoxicating to the little unicorn walking towards them. Their accessories had been long discarded, and their manes hang free, matted with sweat and imp cum.

The Imp Lord held a hand around each of the fillies, pumping them up and down his shafts like toys. His knots plopped in and out of their vaginas, with a snapping sound that made Sweetie drool from both sets of lips. The outline of his members was clearly visible from outside as he stretched the two young foals wide, filling their sexes completely and making them bulge so much that the two looked like holes for his cocks first and ponies second. Their small filly bodies were practically dwarfed by the size of his twin dicks.

With an animalistic grunt, the Imp Lord began to move the two fillies faster along the length of his members, and the two began to scream louder than before. His thrusts became more violent and his rhythm less consistent, and spit and drool was thrown around from the fillies' mouths as they were pushed up and down on his shafts. With another grunt, the imp violently pulled down on their small bodies and slammed them down to the bases of his cocks, filling them up with his knots.

Then, with a howl, he began to cum inside them. The little fillies started to scream again as their bellies began to bloat with seed, and soon their squeals grew so high in pitch that their voices just gave out. Pressure kept building up in the two ponies' tight little cunts, which were expanding to a size bigger than the rest of their bodies. With every shot of cum the imp fired, their bodies shook and their bulging bellies rippled, the outstretched skin shivering as even more cum entered them.

Sealed tight by the Imp Lord's massive shafts, the two fillies' pussies could only take the incessant stream of demon seed flowing into them. Sweetie couldn't contain herself, and she began to rub a hoof along her nethers as she watched her two now ex classmates balloon out and thrash around in ecstasy. The Imp Lord kept cumming inside them, filling them as much as they could be filled, as he slowly pulled them off of his cocks. His knots came out with a wet, squelching plop, while he held his tips inside to deposit the last of his seed into the two.

Once he'd finally finished filling them up, the demon removed the fillies from his still hard cocks and set their semi conscious bodies on the ground in front of him, after having cleaned the last drops of cum from his shafts onto their faces. Then he turned away from the two bloated fillies and looked at the two imps waiting for him. His nose perked up as he noticed Sweetie's presence, and his face took on a more interested expression. "What is it, you two?" he barked at them.

The smarter of the two stepped forward, before the other had time to open his mouth and ruin everything. "We found this filly in the woods, Sir," he explained, pointing at Sweetie Belle. "She was the one we coated in seed, but didn't actually get to fuck. She ran away from the town and came looking for us. As she is still a virgin, we thought it would be appropriate to offer her to you, Boss." He respectfully bowed.

The Imp Lord studied the unicorn for a moment, then smiled. "Very well. Let me see her then." Pointing a claw at Sweetie Belle, he beckoned her forward. "Come on, come here. Let me take a good look at you."

Gulping, Sweetie Belle moved towards him. With short and hesitant steps, she reached the empty space between him and the imps, and there she spun around for him to get a good look at her. The smell coming from Diamond's and Silver's bodies made her head spin and her heart race, and the prospect of being reduced like them made her nethers drip with arousal. "P-Plea-ase," she stammered, "Please fuck my v-virgin cunt with your big fat imp cocks." She bent forward, displaying her hindquarters to the Imp Lord.

The demon heartily laughed at the scene. Looking past the filly and to the two imps who'd brought her to him, he told them, "Good job, guys." He threw a glance at the two foals he'd just inflated with his seed, lying in a puddle of fluids as the cum inside them slowly oozed out. "You can take these," he said, pointing at the two. "Have fun with them. Now leave me alone."

The imps looked at each other, then smiled and rushed towards the fillies. They grabbed them and pulled them up on their shoulders, then began to carry them away towards the rest of the camp, already stroking their shafts and preparing to fuck them for the rest of the night.

Sweetie lifted her head back up, and turned around to face the Imp Lord once more. She stared at his shafts, mesmerised by their size, and a line of saliva began to leak from the corner of her mouth. With uncertain and trembling steps, she moved forward, eyes glued on the demon's cocks and mouth open, drooling freely on the ground like a dog waiting for a treat. She was practically hyperventilating, trying to get as much of the delicious smell of sex and imp cum inside her as possible. Her mind was focused only on the twin rods she was facing, and nothing else mattered to her.

The Imp Lord chuckled. "Enjoying the sight, huh?" he jokingly asked. As Sweetie snapped out of her trance and looked to his face with a hint of worshipful adoration, he moved an arm forward and placed a hand around her tiny filly hips, lifting her up by her butt and bringing her face to face with him. "So tell me, little filly. What is it that you want?"

"I-I want your cocks!" Sweetie whimpered out in need, squirming in his grasp. "I want your c-cum!" she added. "I want you to fill my belly with your cum and knock me up! I want my virgin filly cunt and unused plot to be spread wide by your giant dicks! I want to bloat up with cum, I want to give birth to more imps! I want to fuck! Fuck! Fuck imps, I need, I need it! Cocks!" the filly began to deliriously cry out. The effects the demons' seed had had on her were back in full swing, and were slowly twisting her mind. Sex with the demons was her only purpose, and every second her craving went unsatisfied made more of her being focus on completing her task.

The Imp Lord chuckled, and with his other hand gently spread the filly's hind legs. Bringing her lower, he teasingly began to rub her against the tips of his shafts, just barely spreading her pussy lips with the pointy ends of his canine cocks. He brought her a little lower, though still not enough to enter her, then brought her back up. Stretching her legs to see how far they would spread, he let her front half dangle forward as he kept on toying with her nethers.

Sweetie was desperate to the point of crying. She whimpered and moaned, incoherent sounds escaping her mouth as she tried to lower her hips by herself and get the Imp Lord's dicks inside her. Her pussy and ass were burning with need after the contact with the demon's shafts and with the traces of seed left on them. "Please!" she managed to croak out between the spasms coursing through her body. She even tried to use her magic to jerk off the imp or to bring herself lower, with little results outside of amusing her captor.

The imp smiled, and lifted the filly's head with a claw. "Do you want it, little pony?" he asked, before grabbing her head with a hand and holding it up again.

Sweetie Belle stared at him and furiously nodded, as drool and tears streamed down from her face. She couldn't take it anymore. She'd been denied her pleasure for so long, and now that it was right in front of her it was tearing her apart.

The demon chuckled. "Okay then." In the blink of an eye, he slammed both of his shafts into the little filly's virgin pussy and ass, past the knot and up to the hilt, leaving two huge bulging cock-shaped outlines in her body.

Sweetie Belle sat on his cocks with her head thrown back, her eyes gone white and foam dribbling from her mouth. Her body shook so fast it was barely noticeable, vibrating around the demon's cocks. Her jaws hang open in what should have been a scream, but her voice had instantly given out. A constant stream of fluid shot from her sex and flowed onto the Imp Lord's hips, while her legs dangled limp and unmoving. For a moment she didn't even breathe, though her drumming heartbeat was still quite present and noticeable.

Her mind was completely blank. The shock had been so great, so powerful it had completely impaired every conscious thought she might have, and still her brain was struggling to catch up with her situation. The searing white pleasure she was experiencing felt as if it would destroy her, and she couldn't even care. Nothing found space in her mind but the earth-shattering orgasm she was going through, crushing her very being and rendering her a functionless mass of meat and pleasure.

Some time passed. Maybe minutes, maybe just seconds. At last, Sweetie started to return to her senses. However, it didn't make her situation much better. The sensory overload was still too great, it was just too much. She could feel it now, but she couldn't withstand it, it was overwhelming her. She was stretched so wide, so impossibly full. It felt too good, too good to think. She was cumming, she was still cumming and she couldn't stop, couldn't fight back against the pleasure. She opened her mouth but only moans came out, as she hopelessly struggled against the storm ravaging her mind.

It was impossible to do anything for her. The pleasure paralysed her, it took away all of her focus and all of her energies. It was just so much, so much more than she would have ever expected. Her entire body was on fire, twitching and spasming with each burst of her unending orgasm. Every time she tried to speak, or move, or do anything, anytime she tried to focus on something, the waves of pleasure proved too distracting. As soon as she tried to concentrate on any part of her body, she was swept away by just how good it felt. It was an incredible struggle to simply stop herself from going back to her previous, semi-conscious state.

Then, the Imp Lord began to thrust. Stars exploded in Sweetie's mind, and she found herself desperate for any sort of rest. Every movement, every second in which the demon's knotted shafts rubbed against her insides made her feel like her body was being burned. It was impossible to focus on anything, yet it was impossible to let herself go like before. The sensations were too strong, they kept coming to her, taking her and throwing her mind around. She felt like she would go insane, it wasn't possible for a pony to feel that many things all together, she couldn't possibly withstand it all. Yet she was there, her mind at the mercy of her own orgasms.

The Imp Lord, meanwhile, took little interest in the filly's struggling mental state, and simply focused on his own pleasure. Once he'd given a couple of thrusts to measure things out properly, he began to pick up the pace, fucking the filly faster and faster with his cocks. She was wonderfully tight, in both of her virgin holes, and her little filly body was the perfect size for him to grab and use like a toy. She wasn't as loud as the others, despite her mouth hanging open in what looked like a scream, but that didn't bother the imp at all. He just cared about fucking the pony and getting her pregnant with his brood.

Sweetie Belle considered her situation. She'd reached a strange, almost trance-like state. Like her brain was adapting to the pleasure it was being forced to endure, trying to survive. Pleasure was the only thing she could feel, but that didn't mean she couldn't think. And now that she was finally able to, she could also appreciate just how wonderful her position was. Why would she ever want anything different? She could feel nothing but pleasure, and it was amazing. She was practically cumming constantly. It was the best thing possible.

Her insides were stretched impossibly wide, and every inch of them sent blissful shivers all through her body as the imp's cocks rubbed over them. The sensation of being so full was mind-blowing, like nothing she'd ever conceived before. The smell of sex around her drove her senses wild, and made her whole being spasm in excitement. It was like her body existed for pleasure and pleasure alone. Her whole life would be like that, and she couldn't imagine a better way to spend the rest of her days.

"Enjoying yourself?" the imp asked after a while, still hammering into the filly's body. Her silence and her distant gaze was beginning to worry him, he didn't care if she was conscious or not but he still needed her to be healthy in order to carry his spawn. He gave a few gentle slaps to her face with a claw, but the little unicorn seemed to still be completely out of it. Rolling his eyes, he slammed Sweetie Belle's body down on his cocks and then stopped, holding her there. "Hey?" he asked again, tapping on her horn with a finger.

Sweetie slowly felt herself pulled away from her blissful state of unawareness. She was still stuffed with cocks, but for some reason they weren't moving anymore. Why weren't they moving? She was being pumped full of cum and stretched even wider. Why weren't those wonderful cocks fucking her anymore? Sluggishly, she looked around, until her eyes focused on the imp in front of her. She tried to ask something, but her brain was too overfilled with lust. "Fuck me... Cocks... Cum..." she ended up simply slurring out, as drool dribbled down to her chest.

Rolling his eyes, the Imp Lord slowly lifted the pony away from his shafts. He needed to make sure she could at least think somewhat properly when she wasn't cumming her brains out on demon dick, or it would put his children at risk. As soon as he pulled his members away from her holes with a wet plop, the filly began to spasm and throw her legs around, whining about sex and cocks and cum. Annoyed, he tapped her horn again, forcing her to look at his face.

Sweetie was confused, and borderline desperate. She wasn't being fucked, and she wasn't bloated and full of seed either. It didn't make sense! She existed to fuck and be fucked by imp cocks, and to be filled with imp cum. Why wasn't she doing either? She'd been fucking imp cock just a moment before. She needed to fuck imp cock. It was her whole life! It was her happiness, it was her entire fucking purpose for crying out loud. And what did the imp in front of her want anyway? Maybe he would know why she wasn't being stretched wide by giant demon shafts.

"Listen here, you little empty-headed slut," the Imp Lord began. "I don't care if you can't tell up from down when you've got a dick inside you. But if you're going to carry my seed and birth more imps for us, I need you to be able to think of something other than dick. For the two minutes it'll take you to crawl from here to your new place at least, okay?" He stared into Sweetie's mostly empty eyes, and had to rest his forehead on his other hand for a moment. "Do you understand me? Just two minutes, then you'll go the rest of your life getting fucked. Do you think you can manage that?"

Through the haze of uncontrollable arousal clouding her mind, something made it to Sweetie Belle's brain out of the imp's speech. Speaking back to him, a most impressive feat given her state, she asked, "So I need to crawl over to where the other fillies are? You'll fuck me and fill me up, and then fuck me and fill me up again? And I just need to do that afterwards, and you'll go back to fucking me with your cocks, and then I'll get fucked again? I'm gonna be filled with your demon cum and give birth to your baby imps?"

The imp stared at her for a moment. Eh, good enough for him, she had the general gist of it at least. With a simple nod, he slammed the filly back down on his shafts and returned to pumping her over his cocks. He didn't waste time, and in a few seconds he was back to his full rhythm, with the little unicorn half-unconscious bouncing blissfully on his twin members. Her insides were still wonderfully tight despite the absurd amount of stretching they were forced to endure, and his tips were leaking pre in mere seconds.

Sweetie Belle was off in heaven again. The brief pause had allowed her mind to clear for a moment, but it only made it worse when she was forced back into the sea of pleasure she'd been fighting against moments before. Her insides were burning once more, the contact with the demon's fluids set her nerves ablaze and her whole body had begun to quiver uncontrollably. Had the cocks she was impaled on not been bigger than her, it might have been disconcerting. As it was though, she simply provided some welcomed vibration for the Imp Lord's shafts.

Her body was a mess. Drool and tears dripped down from her face, and juices were sprayed from between her thighs at a constant rate. If she'd been in any condition to notice her conditions, she would have been rather worried about herself. She was too busy cumming to care about anything though. Anything other than demon cocks and demon cum and little fillies getting filled to the brim by both of those things and becoming pregnant with more imps. Cumming and things that could get her there were the only thing that could find a place in her magically altered brain.

Not that that was a problem for either her or the Imp Lord holding her in his hand. She was getting exactly what she wanted, and soon she'd be even more filled. Very soon, in fact, judging by the demon's erratic thrusts. He was close to bursting inside her, but wanted to enjoy her tight and still relatively unused filly insides as long as he could before bloating her up and ruining her forever. She was wonderfully tight after all, and especially as he got closer to his climax her insides felt amazing around his twin knotted canine cocks. He planned to get as much as he could out of her.

Both the entrance to her ass and her lower lips squeezed around the bases of his twin cocks, and pushed back against his knots when he pulled away from her. They forced more and more precum out of him, in a milking motion that would be helping him empty his balls inside her as soon as he began to ejaculate. The surface of her inner walls pressed and pushed around his knots, caressing the sensitive flesh and sending electric shivers up his spine. And her tightness meant her insides practically hugged his shafts in all directions, rather than being pulled taut by their shapes.

Whenever he pushed forward, his knots encountered more resistance, and whenever he pulled back the same happened in the opposite direction. Her holes naturally went back to being as tight as possible, and were always pushing against his cocks in all directions. The combination of his pre and the filly's own juices meant her insides were perfectly lubricated, pleasant to slide in and out of but still hugging his members and making it as satisfying of an experience as possible to force his way through them.

Her inner walls practically kissed his tips, always pressed against them, always shifting back and forth in the most subtle way to stroke them and force more of his fluids out of him. And just behind his tip, Sweetie's insides were always a bit tighter, making it both harder and more pleasurable for him to pull back. No matter how he moved, or at what speed, her body adjusted to make it feel as good as possible. Both her pussy and her ass wrapped fully around every inch of his cocks and stroked them in every way.

It was all too much for him to take any longer. The heat of the filly's body. The vibrations of her shaking frame. The stream of her fluids hitting his thighs. The wet sounds of her nethers moving up and down on his shafts. The way her inner walls seemed to pump up and down on his twin canine cocks and kiss all over their surface, from the tips to the knots, the way the bases of his shafts were hugged by her entrances and the way pulling her body upwards made it feel like he was being milked. Gritting his teeth and grunting, the Imp Lord slammed the filly down one last time, then kept pumping her as he started to cum inside her.

The little unicorn's insides began to expand in seconds. Kept sealed by the demon's engorged knots, both of her holes were filled to the brim with cum, then went past even that. She was stretched obscenely wide, to the point of being larger than a heavily pregnant mare would have been. Her inflated belly was much bigger than the rest of her body, and along with her bloated fillyhood it forced her legs to spread wide. The imp's grasp on her was now only on her back, as the front of her body was too large for him to grab on to and at that point hid her face completely.

After a long while, the demon's orgasm finally came to an end. Sweetie was at that point full to bursting, her back forced in an arching position by the sheer volume of cum inside her. Leaning past her overinflated belly to see her face, the Imp Lord probed the side of her head with a claw in an attempt to draw her attention. All he got out of her was a wordless and half-chocked, croaking sigh. He did fear he'd broken her for a moment, but she seemed to still be breathing. Her spasms didn't look too good though, even if they felt good on his shafts.

Either way, he'd done his part. The filly's insides were properly ruined, and if she hadn't gotten pregnant from that she wouldn't get pregnant any other way, short of some other demon crawling inside her and fusing with her or something. He didn't actually know how body enhancements worked, and he didn't care. With a sigh, he got up on his legs and angled his crotch downwards, letting Sweetie dangle helplessly towards the ground, almost touching it with her horn and mane.

Carefully taking hold of the little pony's back once again, the imp began to delicately pull her away from his cocks. The entrances to her sex and ass pushed against the bases of his swollen knots, but he didn't have the time to keep her there, he had fillies to fuck. With a grunt of pleasure from his lips and a loud, squelching pop from her lower ones he pulled her off, spreading her holes to their widest one last time, then let her slide down to the ground. As her frame moved off from his dicks, all the cum inside her began to gush out, and gravity let it fall back over her own body.

After being sent into complete unconsciousness by the blasts of seed that had inflated her insides and most certainly knocked her up, it took a while for Sweetie Belle to become aware of the world around her again. The first thing she noticed, not without more than some difficulty on her overstimulated brain's part, was that she was upside down. The second thing she noticed was how she was slowly becoming less full, or at least that was the best way her head could word the situation. She would have noticed she wasn't breathing after that, but the smell and taste of the stream of cum falling over her face took her out of it again.

When she finally got to her senses again, still thankfully well and breathing this time, it still took her a moment or two before she realised why she could only see white. Then some of the cum covering her eyes fell into her drooling mouth, and she eagerly wiped the rest away with a hoof to lap it all up. Now able to see, she proceeded to lick all the demon seed that had covered her body, as well as most of that making up the puddle she was in. Her belly had gone back to being small enough to allow her to move, if still impossibly big, but her eagerness to eat more cum would have likely led her to being at least half as full as moments before.

Fortunately, the Imp Lord interrupted her by clearing his throat and drawing her attention. As she turned, she immediately dove for the tips of his shafts, attempting to draw the last drops of cum still dribbling from them. The demon let her suckle on his cocks for a bit, simply sighing in pleasure, but after a while he'd been fully milked of everything left inside his dicks. The filly's eager attempts to suck out more did feel good, and he obviously could go again, but he was more interested in fucking some less used meat, like the one he saw being carried towards him by a pair of imps.

Unceremoniously, the imp grabbed Sweetie's back one more time and pulled her away from the puddle of cum on the ground. He set her down to the side, sitting back down, and urged her away with a wave of his hand. What little still functioned in the little unicorn's brain made the connection to what she'd been instructed to do before, and she began to crawl away, dragging her overstuffed insides with her and leaving a trail of cum behind her as her holes leaked some. She was pretty sure she'd get more demon cocks and cum that way. She passed a pair of imps carrying another filly towards the Imp Lord, but failed to notice them.

Sweetie lay still on her full, pregnant and cum-bloated belly, as her whole body jiggled and rippled. Imps were on each of her three holes, fucking her with their cocks as was appropriate of her role as imp fuckmeat. Their cocks weren't as big or thick as their boss', but they still stretched her filly insides good, and their cum still made her nerves burn in corrupt pleasure. And the Imp Lord still occasionally came to visit her. Sometimes he would even stuff both his cocks in one hole, if only one was free. He'd stretched her throat so wide the last time that she could have swallowed an imp whole, though thankfully his cum had made sure she went back to being as tight as before.

She wasn't the only filly there. Looking around, and accounting for the limited mobility a cumdump like her was allowed to have, she could spot three others she recognised. Bubblegum Brush, Boysenberry and Tag-A-Long, all with bloated bellies, all being fucked by imps. Their manes and tails were messy and covered in cum, and they all looked as happy as she was to be there. When an imp wasn't shoving his cock down their throats, their moans could be heard joining the permanent choir of blissful exclamations the fillies populating the camp constantly produced.

With a grunt and a particularly strong thrust of his hips, which hit her nose and hurt her in the best way, the imp fucking Sweetie's throat came inside her. Cum shot out of her nostrils and dribbled down the corners of her mouth, as the filly eagerly swallowed all she could and felt her belly grow a little larger. Once the demon removed his dick from her, and once she'd ran her tongue over her own face to catch the last drops of his seed, the unicorn addressed the other three, and asked them in a curious tone, "How did you get captured? I ran away from Twilight's castle so I could get more imp cum, what about you three?"

Bubblegum was the first one to answer, as her mouth was still free, unlike the others'. "Well, I was running away from the demons, and I'm not sure why I was running away when demon cocks are so good, but anyway I was running when I tripped on my mane," she explained. "I landed on my back, and a moment later an imp jumped on top of me and began to fuck my virgin filly cunt. I'm really happy I kept my mane this long, otherwise I might not have gotten caught, and then I wouldn't have been able to get stuffed full of cum like this." She bit her lips and moaned as the imp railing her ass finished inside her. "Now I don't risk tripping anymore. Fuckmeat like me doesn't need to walk."

The imp thrusting into Boysenberry's mouth blew his load and pulled back his cock, and the filly swallowed his load. Then she looked towards Sweetie Belle, and answered, "Well, I was back home in my bedroom, taking a nap. I remember I started to have a strange dream, seeing things I'd never seen before, and when I woke up there was an imp thrusting his dick in and out of me. I didn't mind though, in fact I'd never felt better in my life. I'm so so happy I got brought here, where I can take imp cocks all day and night. They're so kind too, they fuck me even when I sleep. To he honest, I don't think I can even sleep anymore if I'm not getting stuffed full of demon dick in at least two holes."

Drinking up a load of cum, Tag-A-Long looked towards the unicorn and began to explain her story. "So I was walking around town, and suddenly I met this imp. I'd never seen one before, but he didn't look bad. So I offered to sell him a box of cookies. He looked a little surprised, but he did say he wanted to buy one. But when I turned around to grab it and asked how he was going to pay, he rammed his dick into my virgin pussy." The filly chuckled. "After he paid me that much, I had to let him keep the whole cart. And it was so nice of him to keep fucking me even after I ran out of boxes."

Before Sweetie Belle had time to ask anything else, Boysenberry began to howl in pleasure. Her body shook and juices sprayed forth from her sex, along with strands of cum she'd just been filled with again. As the imps around her drew back, the filly began to pant and huff and grunt, still violently shaking and visibly cumming. Her pussy lips were slowly spread from the inside, and a set of small imps were pushed out from within her. Moments later, the baby imps she'd just given birth too had already grown to full size, and one of them wasted no time ramming his cock into his filly mother's pussy.

"And to think these were put in there just a week ago," another imp commented, grabbing the new mother's face and slamming his dick down her throat. At the confused look he got from Sweetie Belle, he explained, "Imp cum speeds up the process of pregnancy. The more you get in you, the faster the brood you're carrying grows. With the daily routine you cuntslaves are carrying out, it takes just a week before your babies are ready to get out and start pounding some mares or fillies of their own." He angled his hips and changed the rhythm of his thrust. "You should be getting yours by tomorrow."

As the imp fucking her ass left, only for another to replace him, and a new one joined in from the front, ravaging her mouth and throat, Sweetie ran a hoof over her bloated, imps-filled belly. She'd give birth to more of those wonderful creatures the day after, if the one who'd just spoken to her was to be believed, and then her babies would fuck her and impregnate her again, and she'd give birth to even more imps. More demon cocks, more sweet cum. Soon there would be so many imps she'd have to take two or three in every hole to satisfy them all. She couldn't wait.

She couldn't wait to be used, fucked and toyed with for the rest of her life. She would spend the rest of her days as a piece of fuckmeat for imps, all of which would eventually be her own sons, doing nothing but taking cocks up all her holes all day and all night. She'd get pumped full of cum over and over, get pregnant again and again with more and more imps, and grow into being a perfect imp cumdumpster. Constantly living in a state of endless, blissful, orgasmic, mind-melting pleasure. She could see herself, grown to be as old as Rarity, having done nothing besides fucking demons her whole entire life.

Her mane, tail and coat would be constantly covered with sticky, delicious imp cum. Her belly would be constantly bloated with seed and with her babies, always too full for her to even move. Her fat ass would ripple every hour with the thrusts of the imps pumping her backside full of their cocks, and she'd rarely see the light, as an imp would always be hugging her face as he rammed into her throat. She'd constantly lie in a puddle of cum, and the delicious smell of imp seed would never leave her, forever marking her as the worthless piece of imp fuckmeat she was. Sweetie came again, with a loud and gargling cry of ecstasy. She could not imagine a better future for herself.

Bonus Chapter 1: Bubblegum Brush

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Bubblegum lay on her bloated belly, occasionally letting out a whimper of pleasure as one of the imps came inside her. She mostly spent her time in a dizzy state of ecstasy, caring about nothing and letting the stream of orgasms she was constantly immersed in dull her mind and make her feel good. She didn't need to do anything, just exist and feel good. Occasionally, though, she had some brief moments of higher awareness. Typically when giving birth to more imps, when the heightened sensation tore through her mind and sent her cumming even stronger than usual.

It was after one of those moments that she heard Sweetie Belle's voice again. The little filly had been with them for a while. She couldn't tell how long, of course, time lost all meaning in her cumdrunk state, but she did know it had been some time. It was always nice to know a new filly had found her place as a piece of demon breedmeat. If only all fillies could see the light and abandon their boring, tiring lives to become cumholes for their imp masters. There was nothing better than the bliss of going dumb from non-stop demon fucking and birthing. Unfortunately, being so dizzy meant missing some words at times. "What was that?" she asked the unicorn.

Sweetie's belly was massive, filled to the brim with cum and baby imps. Her mane and tail were strewn about all over the place, drenched in sticky demon seed, and yet more traces of cum covered her whole body. Her expression was a distorted smile of absolute pleasure, her eyes empty and distant, her mouth open and drooling, ready to welcome another cock or two. Her back holes were always stuffed full of delicious, hard throbbing meat, and demonic seed oozed from them, her insides overstuffed and gloriously overstretched. "Can you tell me about that time you got captured again?" the filly slurred out.

"Oh." Bubblegum giggled. "Of course." The memory of that time would have been enough to make her cum, but she already was trapped in an endless loop of orgasms, so it didn't do much to change that. Still, it was a nice thing to think about. Thinking about sex and cum and fat leaking imp cocks was always nice. So nice there was no point in thinking about anything else. Just cocks and cum and pleasure and wonderful demons there to fuck her and fuck her and fuck her until her brain leaked out of her cunt and she was a dumb set of fuckholes for them to use. "It all started while we were in class," the filly began.

Bubblegum sat in her chair, looking up at the blackboard Miss Cheerilee was writing on. School was a little boring, but not too much. Still, she wished something more exciting would happen, rather than plain old formulae she had to copy down and try to understand. Ponies out there were going on adventures and stuff, and she was stuck learning. Why did nothing interesting ever happen to her? The CMC had their fair share of fun, why not her? And why was listening and trying to focus so hard? There were sounds coming from outside. She wished she could be there playing in the park rather than in class.

Suddenly, something burst through the door. Bubblegum couldn't quite tell what it was, she'd never seen anything like it. Short and green, the frame kind of like a dragon's, but not covered in scales or fur. No wings or tail either. A tuff of purple hair was on top of the creature's head, and it wore some leather straps that hid nothing of its body, but were simply there to hang pouches and bottles on. It scanned the room with an odd glint in its eyes, something Bubblegum couldn't quite place. It looked female to the filly's eyes, and as it opened its mouth to speak its voice confirmed it. "Well, what do we have here? Any of you little fillies ready for some sex?"

Miss Cheerilee stood up and placed herself between the creature and the students. "I don't know who or what you are, but I will not allow you to do anything to these ponies!" There was anger in her voice. Justified, perhaps, given the way the creature had burst through the door and the seemingly malicious intent behind her tone. She took another step forward, staring at the green thing and trying to figure out how to approach it. "Get out of my school!" she barked as she gave a kick with her hind legs, but the creature dodged out of the way and laughed. The pony drew back, still remaining alert.

"In for a fight, are we?" The green creature placed a hand behind her back. "Let's see how you do against this!" With blinding speed, she pulled out a bottle of some red fluid and sprayed it towards Cheerilee. The pony jumped back, trying to avoid it, but unfortunately for her the combination of the other's speed and the amount and reach of the fluid thrown meant she couldn't do anything to stop her coat and mane from getting drenched in it. "Got you!" mocked the creature, placing a hand on her hips and stepping closer to the teacher. "There won't be much of a fighting spirit left in you in just a bit, trust me."

Bubblegum, along with everypony else, focused on Cheerilee. The earth pony was dizzily swaying from side to side, staring to the ground and panting heavily. She looked weird. Almost in pain, but it wasn't quite like that, though similar. Her tail jerkily lifted itself up, and her legs twitched, while her eyes grew distant and a line of saliva began to fall to the floor from her mouth. "I... What have you- Ah!" she spoke, suddenly arching her back as if under some great load. She looked up and immediately stumbled backwards, frightened by the sight of the short green creature in front of her.

The creature gave a click of her tongue, and immediately four more like her rushed into the room. In a matter of moments they were around Cheerilee, the mare too dazed to react quickly enough. They grabbed her by her legs, with a surprising amount of strength given their short frames, and carried her over to her desk, where they flipped her onto her back. One planted herself on top of the mare's face, grinding her hips back and forth, while another pressed her own mouth to the teacher's nethers and began to lick and nibble at them, getting the pony to spray juices from there. Two more of them held Cheerilee's legs, while the last one looked over the rest of the ponies with predatory eyes.

Bubblegum wasn't sure where it started from, but suddenly everyone in the room was running. Some towards the door, others to the windows. Foals screamed, Cheerilee cried out from her position, and the creatures laughed as they tried to catch ponies passing by. The filly turned towards the windows, then recoiled as she realised more creatures were outside, some snatching up her classmates as they exited the building. Instead, she ran up to a wall, then waited for a moment. As the green creature grabbed a colt in her hands, she dashed out the door without looking back.

The city was a mess out in the streets. Creatures of all kinds chased ponies around, and many had a mare pinned down on the ground. Bubblegum was terrified, monsters in every corner she looked at. She kept running without a direction, simply trying to avoid everything and anything. She felt her heart almost stop in her chest more than once, from fear of having been spotted or from seeing a pony she knew captured by the creatures. Her legs hurt from the running, and her breath came fast, quick and short bursts that hurt in the back of her throat. She took a turn, only to realise the way was blocked.

She stood in a wide road, flanked by flowerbeds and decorative bushes. In front of her was a tall, strange monster, like a mass of tentacles, slowly making its way across. It didn't seem to have spotted her. But she heard hooves rushing from behind her, and turned to see a mare running away from a short red creature. Without much thinking, Bubblegum dashed towards the side of the road and hid inside a bush, spying out from between the leaves and twigs and flowers. She tried to calm her shaking breath, and make as little noise as possible, afraid she would draw unwanted attention.

Unfortunately for her, as the mare saw the monster blocking the other side of the road she had a moment of hesitation, stumbled, and fell to the ground right in front of the filly's hiding spot. In a flash the creature chasing her was on top of her, pressing her down and forcing her thighs apart. She tried to fight back, but he easily overpowered her and forced her hooves down. His large shaft poked out from beneath his scarce, almost nonexistent clothing, and quickly he lined it up with the pony's folds. With one hand he held her down by the neck, and with the other he made strange gestures in her direction. Then he thrust his hips, burying his cock in between the mare's thighs.

Bubblegum watched, almost petrified, unable to take her gaze off of the scene. Her whole body was stiff, and barely breathing, but her eyes focused on the two, drawn to them like magnets. She didn't personally know the pony, though she had seen her from time to time. Her name was Roma, or something like that. She had a stall at the market, selling stuff, probably tomatoes if the filly had to guess from her cutie mark. She tried to cry out as the creature thrust back and forth inside her, but the monster ignored her and continued on. Tears were flowing down her eyes, and her body struggled against his strength.

Then her jerks diminished. Her sobs became quieter, her movements subdued. A strange glint came to her eyes, and she stopped crying. Bubblegum's breath caught in her chest, as she pushed herself a little closer, without really knowing why. The mare was thrusting back now, meeting the creature's motions. Stronger and stronger with every second. She opened her mouth again, but her screams were different this time. Howls of pleasure, urging the creature to keep going, to go deeper, faster, harder, to fuck her. Her legs were locked behind his back now, and she kept panting and moaning as her body spasmed like in a frenzy.

Bubblegum's breath had grown hot and fast, without her even realising it had happened. She felt a heat over her skin, a sensation she couldn't describe, leaving her throat dry and her insides tangled and knotted. There was an ache in her chest she couldn't quite place, a feeling of wrongness yet also a desire to keep going. She almost forgot where she was or the danger around her, focused only on the two bodies intertwined in front of her. The mare didn't look like a pony anymore. She was like an animal, like a dog, barking incoherent sounds as she humped the creature. Like a bitch in heat, said some part of her mind.

Her yellow coat dripping with sweat and her back covered in dirt, her brown mane and tail messy and strewn about, the mare bucked her hips against the demon's assault with reckless abandon. Heavy, throaty moans came from her mouth, carrying no meaning besides her own lust and arousal. With every thrust the sound of her skin striking that of the creature echoed around the empty street, but to her the place had no meaning. Only sex mattered to the pony as she kept pulling the other closer to her, trying to get him to hit deeper and deeper inside her. Spit dribbled down her chin, her pleasure-drunk state evident in her face.

There was a sudden jerk in the demon's movements. His thrusts grew slower, rougher. Bubblegum felt a heat within her swell from some unknown part of her body, while she watched the creature grit his teeth and spear himself into the pony. He went all the way up to the hilt and then held there, while the mare beneath him screamed in evident, delirious ecstasy. The smell of sex hit the filly like a tidal wave, making her skin flush and her thighs quiver with something she'd never felt before. Then she almost gasped, as she noticed how Roma's belly had begun to grow and expand.

She kept growing, looking almost like a pregnant mare, and all the while howling in pleasure. Her head was thrown back and her eyes rolled out of sight, as more drool escaped her mouth and her cries fizzled out into weary pants. Subtle jerks shook her body, like small bolts of electricity running through it, occasionally followed by more intense spasms and by a loud moan from the otherwise mostly silent pony. The creature pulled back, his long shaft still hard and erect, and something white and sticky began to flow out of the mare's inside. Seemingly without caring about any of it, he rubbed his member against her face to clean it.

Bubblegum suddenly realised just how heavy her breath was, and forced herself to tone it down. Her skin felt hot, and her head was spinning. But even still, she couldn't take her eyes off of the scene. Of course, she couldn't yet move, not while the creature was still there. But beyond that, her gaze was fixated on him and on the mare, forced there by some force she couldn't control. Her legs were shaking, but it wasn't nervousness. Not just that at least, not for how she knew nervousness to be. It was different, a quiver that started in her thighs and travelled downwards like a burning needle, both making her desperate to move and pinning her in place.

Staring at the mare he'd just fucked, the creature stepped back and began to stretch his limbs. He patted her bloated belly, eliciting another moan from her, then covered himself as best as he could with his scarce clothing and gave a look around the seemingly empty street. Shrugging, he started to walk away, as Bubblegum followed him with her gaze. He didn't walk particularly fast, apparently taking his time after enjoying himself just a moment before. Bubblegum held her breath and peered through the leaves, trying to make sure he was either far enough or behind a corner.

Once he finally appeared to be out of sight, the filly sighed with the intensity of an overworked rope snapping. With hesitant, shaking steps, she pushed herself out of the bush, and gave another look around to make sure she was alone except for the other mare. No monster or creature in sight. She should have run there and then, but something stronger than her kept her from doing it. She needed to understand, she felt a pull inside her she couldn't disobey. Carefully she approached the pony, studying her expression. She needed to know what had happened to her. She needed to know what the sensations she was feeling were.

"Hey!" she called out under her breath, but received no answer. She took another step forward. Roma didn't even seem to realise she was there, lying still on her back and staring into nothingness, occasionally twitching. "Hey!" Bubblegum called again, and again it had no effect. With careful, measured, but still nervous and shaking steps, she reached the mare's body. The smell coming from it made her hindquarters quiver and her mouth salivate, even though she couldn't understand why. What was she doing? What could she even hope to do, carry the mare with her? Why was she so interested in her?

Roma's belly alone was taller than Bubblegum. Stretched wide, but it didn't look as painful as the filly would have assumed. Quite the contrary in fact. The adult mare's eyes were rolled back into her skull almost completely, hazy, unfocused, and not staring at anything in particular. Her legs were splayed out on the ground, limp and unmoving barring the occasional spams that wracked the mare's entire frame. Her mane and her tail were messy and dirty, and her coat covered with sweat. From between her thighs, a slowly flowing stream of sticky, white fluid dripped out, and the filly found herself drawn to its smell.

Rounding the pony's body while a tension she'd never felt made her limbs tremble with excitement, Bubblegum placed herself face to face with Roma's defiled marehood. She had seen a pony's genitals before, of course, both her mother's and her own. But she'd never seen them like that. Used. Abused. Stretched open, engorged with rushing blood, twitching and winking as it leaked what it had been pumped full of. And that smell. Without even realising it she lowered her head, her face closer to the demon's seed. Her mind was getting cloudy, and something wet trickled down her thighs. What would it taste like?

A sudden sound from behind her shook her out of her daze. Many sounds, actually, growing closer. She turned, suddenly freezing with fear while her heart tried to hammer its way out of her chest, and what she saw made her lungs stop for a moment and her blood pump even quicker. She wasn't sure why the creature had decided to come back, maybe he'd found nothing and was planning to go another round with the mare, but whatever the case he was running towards her now. And a moment later, without even remembering when or how she'd started, she was running too.

Her little hooves clapped against the street, her breath sharp like a knife on its way out of her throat. She wasn't sure where she was running, just that she was running away. That was the only important thing. Buildings blurred together as she passed them by, everything around her formless colour as she had no time to think about what she was seeing. She only had to run. Run away before she was caught. Run away before she ended up like that mare. And yet... Roma had seemed happy. Confusion swelled within the filly, too much for her to concentrate on anything, and before she could realise it her hoof pressed down on her mane.

Bubblegum tumbled forward, in a tangle of limbs and hair. Sometime later, she was on the ground, trying to recall exactly how she'd gotten there and failing to. She might have tried to get up again, but instead remained still, just staring at the creature running towards her and shivering in fear. He hadn't been too far behind. In fact, the time it took for her to realise she wouldn't have been able to escape him even getting back to her hooves immediately was more than that it took him to reach her and stand over her, placing a hand over her belly to hold her still. Not that there was a need for it.

She wouldn't have moved, anyway. She was paralysed. She would have liked to say it was fear, and it certainly was in part. But not completely. Not just fear. There was a tremor in her, a nervousness that made her breath shake and her little heart beat faster. Something she'd never experienced, yet she knew had always been there. Primal, instinctual. A part of her screamed that it was all wrong and she should have been afraid, disgusted, terrified at what was about to happen. But another refused to listen. A part of her that whispered, gently, to let go.

Maybe it had to do with the wavy gestures the imp was making. When had she learned it was an imp? It didn't matter, she didn't care. She didn't quite understand the visions, she wasn't quite able to focus on them. But they did affect her nonetheless. She felt calmer, in a sense. Yet excited, electrified by a new, different nervousness, an anticipation for something she didn't really understand yet. She felt a wetness between her hind legs, different from everything she'd ever felt. She thought back to the other mare. Roma had been feeling good, hadn't she? Would she feel good as well?

The imp lined up his fat demon cock with her young, little, tight and virgin filly pussy. She didn't remember when she'd learned any of those words, but now she knew them. Just like she knew she was about to be fucked, or that fucking felt good. That part of her mind still screamed against it, but she ignored it and flashed a dizzy smile. She felt like in a dream, unable to think straight, simply going with the flow of the events. The imp thrust forward, claiming her unused cunt, and the part of her that used to protest choked. It had claimed, believed it would hurt, but instead Bubblegum felt the greatest pleasure she had ever experienced.

With every thrust of the monster's hips, with every slap of his crotch against the filly's, the voice that used to tell her to run and flee and fight back became weaker, disappearing bit by bit. Why would she fight back? Why would she go against what she was feeling? Why had she even been running in the first place? It felt amazing, unbelievably good to be fucked. It was just the best. Bubblegum opened her mouth to moan, and the last traces of her resistance disappeared forever, swallowed by the pleasure slowly eroding away at her mind. She was fucking, and it felt good, amazing, it was the best thing ever.

The demon chuckled as he kept slamming into the filly. Her little and previously unused hole was being stretched wide by his shaft, the bulge from it evident from the outside. He tugged at her small hind legs, using them to pull her closer to him with every thrust. His cock slid in and out of her cunt, the walls and lips of her marehood clinging to his length, viciously clamping down on it, almost keeping him stuck inside her. Not that the sliding of his member wasn't smooth, both his precum and the little pony's juices lubricated his dick more than sufficiently. Pulling on Bubblegum's legs, he lifted her tiny back off the ground as he kept pounding into it.

The little filly's long pink mane was splashed below her, pooling on the ground with no direction. Knots and strands of it mixed together as Bubblegum was pushed back and forth and her head dragged along on the ground. Dirt from the road got into it, sticking to the sweat dripping down her back, but in her state she couldn't care about it. Her tongue lolled out of her mouth, along with a thick line of drool that streaked her cheek and fell to the ground below her. Drops of spit occasionally flew out of her mouth, landing on her pleasure-drunk face or on her tiny frame, wracked by shudders of pleasure every second.

She felt so full inside. How had she never felt empty before? How had she never noticed the burning need inside her to be filled? She couldn't possibly imagine going back to how things were before. The rush of sensations flooding her brain was too good, too addicting to let go of it. She'd never choose to go back, there was no point in going back. And to think she'd been running away. She should have gotten herself caught there at the school. Or maybe she should have run after that tentacle monster, it sure would have filled her good. And she wondered what the thing those goblins had used on Cheerilee was, it might have made her feel even better.

Though, looking at it more closely, she was feeling better and better by the second. It was a crescendo of ecstasy she was powerless against, each slam of the imp's long thick cock into her overstretched filly cunt adding to her pleasure and leaving her breathless with overabundant stimulation. Her body was electrified, jolts running down her very bones and threatening to split her little frame apart. She felt herself being torn in a thousand different directions, and yet the pleasure kept growing, building up higher and higher, her breath labouring and her vision getting foggy.

And then it happened. Like a dam breaking, like a rope being cut, something went off in her mind all of a sudden. Sparks exploded in her brain, and her every limb violently shook. Her sex twitched and spasmed around its occupant's massive size, while shooting gushes of fluid down her thighs and her captor's. A scream flew past her wide open lips, harsh and high pitched, coming from the back of her throat. She didn't know where she was or what was happening anymore, just that she was feeling good, so good, so good it felt like her heart would give out and stop beating under all that intensity.

Everything drowned in the sea of her orgasm. It felt like nothing mattered anymore, like the world around her could just disappear. Searing white pleasure filled her consciousness, nothing else to distract her from the sheer utter bliss she was experiencing. She couldn't even truly comprehend what she was feeling, nor did she need to. There was no need for anything, she just had to exist and feel good. Existence was pleasure, and nothing else. All her life before that moment looked like a pale shadow, an ugly imitation of what she was experiencing. If given the chance to live out the rest of her life like that, she'd take it with no regrets.

It was happiness, pure happiness like nothing before. No other thing in the world could compare, not one other thing could be better. She was fulfilled, in a way she hadn't even ever thought possible. Studying, growing up, finding a job, interacting with other ponies, it all looked so pointless. Games, books, comics, exploring the world, learning, why would she bother? Why bother with anything, when pleasure like no other was being gifted to her, and all she needed to do was accept it, just do nothing and be rewarded with absolute mind-numbing ecstasy. She had found her place in life, and it was beautiful.

She was barely aware, some part of her mind telling her about it, that it wasn't normal for her high to last so long. Had she been able to, she wouldn't have cared about it anyway. If fucking kept her there, she'd just keep doing it. If she focused on it, through the honey-thick haze of her numb pleasure, she could still feel her tiny body being pulled back and forth by the imp's arms, or the way his thick cock spread her insides ever-wider and set them ablaze. Not that she had any particular reason to focus on that, given it was much simpler to just let go of everything and enjoy her bliss-drunk blankness.

That was, at least, until something happened. Something more, something different. A new spike of nerve-burning sensation tore through her numbness like a blazing spear of fire, piercing her mind with electric intensity and dragging her into an even higher peak of pleasure. One that made her cry out and thrash around as even what she'd thought perfect just a second before was suddenly crushed by something greater, stronger, something that shattered her weak mind and left her a limp mess of jerking limbs. It was like a scream into her very soul, like a massive fire compressed into the confines of her heart, her body burning hotter than the sun.

She was being filled, stretched impossibly wide, the hard and throbbing shaft inside her pumping her full of delicious imp cum. It stung like drug-laced needles on her insides while it pushed her filly cunt to massive proportions, making her balloon out like a pregnant mare in her late months. It felt like her skin should have ripped apart, yet it didn't, and the tearing sensation just made everything better. She was fuller than she'd ever thought she'd possibly be, her entire body shuddering with uncontrollable spasms of ecstasy as she cried out her pleasure until her lungs gave out and she fell unconscious.

She woke up again, not sure how long afterwards. She felt a little emptier, and she realised she wasn't fucking anymore. That wasn't good. The pleasure was going away just a bit, and she was afraid. What if she went back to not always feeling that bliss? Frantically, her eyes searched for the demon who'd made her discover her new obsession, and she whimpered out her need. Words failed her at the moment, too caught up in the flow of her emotions. She couldn't conceive of losing the infinite pleasure she'd found, she couldn't accept it, she couldn't live without it anymore.

The demon looked down at her. He'd pulled out of her filly pussy, and she was clearly eyeing his cock as well. The desire in her face was evident. "You're going to be one of our broodmares from now on, happy with that?" he asked, and the filly answered back with vigorous nods. She didn't have any idea of what it meant, but it sounded good to her. As long as it involved more fucking and cum, she'd take anything. With a satisfied grin on his face, the demon lifted the filly up, slid his huge still hard cock into her pussy and then began to walk off towards the camp in the forest, letting her small frame dangle from his shaft as she stared at all the ponies getting fucked around them.

Bonus Chapter 2: Boysenberry

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Boysenberry stared with hazy, unfocused eyes at Bubblegum Brush, as the filly finished recounting how she'd ended up at the imp camp. Would Sweetie Belle ask her that same question too? Well, either way, she was aware enough to understand and even answer it, quite the rare occurrence given her state. Might as well go ahead and tell her own tale, just as a way to pass the time. Something to break the monotony. Not that living in constant blissful mind-numbing orgasmic pleasure as demon rapemeat was bad, quite the contrary, but every once in a while it didn't hurt to do something slightly different between orgasm streams. They would be there for a long time, anyway.

She could remember it clearly enough, even if it did take a bit of time. Not that it was too much of a problem since she couldn't talk either way at that moment. Admittedly, it was kind of hard concentrating while all her filly holes were being railed by massive demon dicks, but it wasn't impossible. Not right then at least. She could probably have let herself slip once more, but there would be time for that later. She diligently waited for the imp currently slamming his thick cock in and out of her throat to finish and cum inside her, bloating her belly a little more, then began to speak. "I remember when I first got captured too. It all started the night before, when my mommy brought me to bed."

The little filly laid in her cozy little bed, snug below the thick blanket and covers. Her mother tucked her in and pulled the edges of the covers down below the mattress, making them press down on the bed just like her daughter liked it. Then she leaned forward and kissed the filly on her forehead, lovingly rubbing a hoof over her temple. "Goodnight, dear. Sleep well." She stepped away from the bed and moved for the door, then turned to give her daughter one last goodbye before she fell asleep. "I hope you'll be feeling better after tomorrow, so you don't have to miss school anymore. Sweet dreams." And with that she closed the door.

Boysenberry shut her eyes and nestled deeper into the bed, pressing her head against the pillow. She usually had little trouble falling asleep, and it seemed it would be no different this time. Already her eyelids grew heavy and her mind hazy, her thoughts jumbled and messy. Slowly, or maybe quickly, she couldn't tell anymore, the filly drifted to sleep. Her breathing became calm and regular, and her mind began to swim in the ocean of her dreams and fantasies, confused shapes and sceneries appearing before her subconscious' eye. She couldn't quite tell how much longer, but eventually, she settled onto a dream.

The world around her was a wonderland of sugar and cakes. Gingerbread houses lined streets paved with chocolate, with candy cane lampposts at the sides, giant candies hanging from them in place of the lanterns. Fountains sculpted out of pure sugar poured syrup out of their statues, and streams of milk and chocolate ran through the town. Bridges of hard biscuits crossed them, and little ducks made of cookies swam in them. Caramel apples hung from trees made of cake, and every wall was covered in frosting. Even the ground was sweet, like the whole village was a decoration on top of a massive cake.

The filly wandered around, tasting this and that, eating to her heart's content. It was so nice to get so many sweets. She never understood why she wasn't allowed to eat all the candy she wanted, it tasted so good. Why would anypony not want to eat something so sweet every day? She really didn't understand adults. She dipped a chunk of chocolate-chip cookie she'd broken from a roof into the milky river at her side, then considered tasting the grass. It tasted nice, just as she'd expected. Sugary and sweet, like the decorations on cakes made of hardened sugar. She was pondering what else she could eat, or who lived there.

Then something caught her eye. Many things, actually. The scenery as a whole seemed to be a little different from before, and the filly curiously looked on, trying to figure out what exactly was happening. The architecture seemed to have shifted a bit, changed in a few things. But she still couldn't quite put her hoof on how, or on what was going on. The lampposts, for example. They seemed straighter now. No longer curved at the top. Yet also they seemed to be tilted to the side. And thicker, perhaps. And were they throbbing? Boysenberry was sure they reminded her of something, but she just couldn't remember what.

Other things around her seemed to undergo similar changes. The fountains' statues were different, she was sure. No longer ponies or fish shooting chocolate or syrup from their mouths. Cannons, or giraffes, or bizarre cylinders with strange decorations. All shooting milk and cream now. And the trees. The tops of their branches seemed to he rounder, no longer sharp. Were they curving towards the ground? They seemed to be leaking some sort of sap too. There were suddenly small poles at the sides of the streets, just a touch taller than the filly, made of candy too. Smooth and large as a leg, their top dome-like.

Boysenberry was still looking around in search of some explanation, when she suddenly felt a touch. A mere brush, running down her back. It made the little filly shiver, and suddenly feel a little colder. She turned with a jerk, but no one was around. Confused, thinking she might have imagined it, she returned to studying her surroundings. Then another brush. It was stronger this time, if just a bit, running down her back again. And again she turned towards it, only to find no one was there. The little pony began to step carefully backwards, eyes darting around in search of movement.

But another brush came. Longer, pressing down harder, impossible to mistake for a gust of wind or for anything else. Though it was different from a hoof, unmistakably so. It reminded her of Princess Twilight's assistant. She'd gotten a pat on the back by him once when he'd visited the school, and what she'd just experienced was a lot like that. Another brush came, another set of sharp digits stroking down her little frame with fierce, unmistakably possessive attitude. It wasn't at all like her mother's loving caresses, or what a pony gave to a cat or a dog or any other pet. Then it came again, below her this time.

Boysenberry turned her head left and right, but no matter what she couldn't spot anything. The strokes and brushes were still there, on her body, touching her, tugging at her, seemingly manifesting out of thin air. More and more, pressing down on her, pushing her, almost clawing at her and scratching her but never quite hurting her. Never quite unpleasant. There was something weird and odd and unknown to them, something she had never experienced, a type of touch she had never conceived of and yet one her body seemed to recognise almost on instinct alone. Like it had always been there, just waiting.

It felt good. Not simply in the way cuddles would. This was different, it was more, it was something more intense. Fingers probed corners of her body she had never explored, pinching or scratching or pressing, and it all felt good. Like a fire blazing up inside her that she'd never even known could be there. She'd never thought being touched could feel this incredible. It was an almost surreal experience, her body surrendering itself to the force of whatever invisible hands were toying with her, letting them continue on as they made her feel better and better. One moment she was shivering, then next one sweating, then dizzy as her head spun in all directions.

Drool leaked from her mouth and down her chin. At some point she was on her back, then back to her hooves. Up was down and down was up, and the world around her was foggy as everything just felt so good, so different from everything she'd ever felt. Like a puppet dancing on strings, she let herself be controlled by the motions of the entity feeding her so many new, beautiful sensations. And why wouldn't she? Why struggle and resist something that made her happy, happy in a way she didn't even know possible? When she could just let things play out, let something else decide for her, let something else give her more pleasure than she could ever get on her own.

Then the filly felt something else. Something probing from behind, rather blunt but not too wide. She turned, opening her hazy, lust-clouded eyes. One of the lampposts, or perhaps one of the smaller sideposts, she couldn't quite tell, had curved down, and was tentatively pushing against her behind. It wasn't quite clear to her what it was trying to achieve, but she was interested. The hands seemed to urge her on, trying to position her and guide her body. Should she follow their instructions? Why not? After all, they had been making her feel oh so very good. Perhaps this would make her feel even better.

Relaxing herself, Boysenberry let the tugs and pushes of whatever else was there move her into position. Her tiny filly plot was lowered a bit, her hind legs spread, then she was pushed back. There was a moment of moving in small circles, as the candy cane seemed to search for a particular spot, then eventually it found it and she was pushed back a little harder. There was resistance, but also a feeling of it giving away. The thing behind her was slowly forcing its way in, entering her. She'd never had anything in there, she didn't even know anything could go in! Would it hurt?

Just as she was wondering about it though, the resistance in her entrance finally ceased, and the whole length quickly slid inside her virgin, unused filly hole. Immediately the filly threw her head back and screamed in ecstasy, her mind blanking out for a second from the sheer unbelievable height of pleasure she'd been struck with. Nothing she'd ever felt came even close to comparing to what she was going through right that moment. It was like being struck by lightning, every inch of her skin electrified, every nerve on fire. Her body twitched and spasmed in ways she didn't even know it could, all of it a basic, instinctual and primal reaction to what she was experiencing.

Her pussy was on fire. She knew it was called a pussy now. Or a cunt, or fuckhole, or cocksleeve. It didn't matter how she knew any of those things, she just knew them now. Her pussy was a hole that existed for cocks to fuck, and that made her feel good. And that was what she was doing, no? Being fucked by a cock. A huge, thick, marvellous imp cock, throbbing and pulsing inside her, hot and slick with the combined juices of arousal coming both from it and from her no longer virgin hole. Had she not been fucking a street pole before? Some things about a town made of candy, and invisible hands. It had to have been a dream.

Boysenberry slowly opened her eyes, still a little hazy. The world around her slowly came into focus, and soon enough she realised she was doing exactly what she was supposed to. Taking a fat demon cock in her tight filly fuckhole. The imp was above her naked body, pinning her small front legs to the mattress with his strong arms while his hips thrust into her. If she looked down, she could spot the bulge from his massive, glorious shaft filling her up and stretching her wide, every jerk of his hips making the outline pop up again. Her little pony cunt was so full, full to bursting, and it felt so fucking good. Stars, she had been born for the day she'd be made into demon slave fuckmeat.

Seeing the wonderful beauty of her situation, the little young mare couldn't help but moan intensely. It was so good, so so good. She'd gone to sleep a mere pony like everyone else, and now she'd woken up blessed with the incredibly pleasurable role of imp slavecunt. What more could any filly want from her life? Her new Masters had even been so kind as to fill her mind with all the knowledge she needed while she was sleeping. Now she knew all about how to let them fuck her every hole and paint her inside and out with their magnificent cum. Oh, how she wanted their cum, she lived and existed just for it alone.

Her tongue lolled out and her eyes partially rolled back, as she kept moaning incoherently about her pleasure. She was on the edge of passing out from the sheer mass of sensations her brain was overloaded with, way more than she'd ever experienced before. Every inch of her outstretched cunt was on fire in the most pleasant way possible, and sparks of pleasure shot up her spine all the way to her head, where they exploded in flashes of ecstasy that took her breath away. When she wasn't moaning she was panting, her lungs labouring for breath as her tiny body started to sweat from the exertion. Luckily, she knew she'd eventually be fed some delicious imp cum to sate her appetite.

Just as she was almost about to lose herself into the land of unconsciousness again, perhaps to slip into another dream, something else brought her back to her senses. The imp in front of her dove forward, and pressed his lips to her half-open mouth. His tongue wormed its way toward hers, quickly overpowering it and beginning to roam along the insides of her cheeks and over her teeth. Her mouth was filled by the strong muscle, and the filly was left unable to fight against it. Not that she had anything against it. The flavour of the imp's tongue was rich, his saliva had an exotic tinge to it. It wasn't like anything she'd ever had, and it made her head spin.

Just as she was considering the new and lust-inducing flavour of the creature's mouth, something else yet again wracked her mind's entire focus away from its current location and onto itself. A new pressure, a new warmth, a new mind-bending pleasure spreading through her. She'd known imp cum would feel good, but nothing could have prepared her for just how good it really did feel. Every twitch and throb of the imp's massive shaft, every rope of wonderful seed he shot inside her tight filly cunt, every moment felt like she was being stabbed by blades of pure ecstasy. Entire sections of her body went blissfully numb, the pleasure coursing through them too much to control them.

Her head lolled back, her eyes rolled into her skull, and her tongue hung out of her mouth like a panting dog's. Her tiny little body shook and shivered with spasmodic jerks completely outside of her control, as every single spurt of cum inside her sent her further along an unending orgasm streak that threatened to consume her mind in its entirety. Her previously unused and virgin cunt quickly ballooned out to unnatural proportions, helped along by the magical properties of the imp's seed, and every second she felt fuller and fuller, so impossibly stuffed with the most pleasure-inducing thing she had ever known. She would never have even believed she could feel anywhere close to as good as that.

The imp finally finished pumping the filly full of cum. He pulled back his shaft from her sex, patting her bloated belly, and rubbed himself clean on her face as she dazedly stared at nothing. She was still majorly out of it from her recent rutting, and the smell and musk of sex and cum smeared on her face sent her tumbling down another bout of frenzied twitches and orgasmic spasms. She wasn't even aware of the world around her in her state, too shaken not only by having sex for the first time in her life, but by the sheer devastating intensity of what she'd gone through. It had changed her, left a permanent crater in her psyche.

Out of it as she was, she didn't even notice how the imp picked up her small, still relatively lightweight frame, and placed her over his shoulder. She was distantly aware of ongoing movement, but her brain was still lagging behind and refusing to catch up, processing all the pleasure it had been overloaded with. She simply laid almost motionless, save for the occasional electric twitch, while the demon carried her out the room and down the stairs. They were going towards the kitchen, right? She didn't wanna eat. Well, except for swallowing cock and cum like a good fuckslut. Why wasn't he fucking her again?

Her mind was distracted from all that as soon as they got to the bottom of the staircase. The first thing to hit her was the smell. It was beautiful, wonderful, intoxicating, and she began hyperventilating, trying to fill her lungs with it as it sent shocks into her brain, dulling her mind. The thick musk of sex and cum and orgasms and pleasure, of mind-bending, unrestrained debauchery, so strong it felt like it was punching her, so present she could taste it and even almost physically feel it on her skin. It was like inhaling gas, or paint, or cleaning products, only a thousand times better. Her head was sent spinning, and her heart racing.

And then was the sound. Delightful, frenetic, a frenzied symphony of moans and thrusts and the rhythmic slap of skin against skin, constantly beating on and on like a metronome on the highest frequency. And the wet, squelching sounds of sex, the plaps and plops of thick, rock hard cocks entering a mare's dripping holes, the gurgling of her throat being ravaged, the choked cries of ecstasy that just barely escaped her mouth. Boysenberry almost didn't recognise the voice, between how much it was twisted by the other mare's pleasure and how much she herself struggled to think coherently, but after a few moments it became clear.

And there she saw her. Her own mother, wearing nothing but a now cum-stained apron, getting brutally fucked in all her holes by a group of imps. Her expression was completely distorted, a mask of maddened arousal revealing the crushed and broken state of the mind behind it. The mare was completely warped by the event she'd been put through. She was a husk of her former self, an empty creature only living for cocks and cum. Pleasure had fully eradicated every other thought from her mind, everything was gone to let the soul-crushing bliss of being an imp cumdump fill every last corner of her being.

The little filly squirmed as she saw that, her thighs quivering as she came again from the sight alone. It was such a beautiful, wonderful thing. A mare liberated from her useless bonds, reborn as a set of holes for their new masters to fuck. The greatest pleasure one could experience, the highest aspiration any mare could possibly have. Her mother had seen the light, the truth had been revealed to her, and she had embraced her new destiny as a slab of horny fuckmeat with her entire soul. Boysenberry was so proud and happy for her. She would be happy, so happy, so impossibly happy for the rest of her existence.

The old mare didn't even care about her own daughter anymore. That was good. That was perfect, exactly as it should have been. There were to be no worries or thoughts in the minds of imp fuckslut slaves, only pleasure and blissful worship for their owners. The little horny filly simply could not wait for her turn to come. She needed, desperately, to be broken, to have her brains fucked out of her cunt until she was left just a mindless drooling mess aimlessly searching for more cocks and cum to sate the bottomless pit of her lust. She wanted all her thoughts to be destroyed, crushed one by one by pleasure, replaced by adoration for superior demon cocks.

Boysenberry's mother's body hit the floor with a thud as the three imps using her let go of her and pulled out of her abused holes. They squeezed the last of their seed over her semi-unconscious and cumdrunk body, then began to look around. A few more imps were ready to take their place, but then all of them spotted the newcomer as he stood at the bottom of the stairs, and more importantly the fresh piece of filly meat he carried with him. Immediately their cocks shot back up to full mast and hardness, and they began to advance in on the filly, ready to claim all her remaining holes and pump her so full of cum she wouldn't be able to walk afterwards.

Boysenberry stared wide-eyed at the scene, mouth open wide and drooling like a fountain. So many imps, so many cocks! All so big and thick and long, all ready to fill her every hole and make her into their plaything. Finally, she would be broken, just like how all fillies and mares deserved to be. She would taste cum, and have her tiny plot speared by a massive piece of demon meat, and drown in pleasure until her brain was irreparably rewired to only think of her new life purpose as an imp fuckslave. The thought alone was enough to make her cum already, her pussy leaking and winking wide open to welcome the cocks of her owners.

In just a heartbeat, she was on the ground, on her back, all legs spread wide. She didn't even have time to breathe before a cock as thick and hard as a log was rammed down her virgin throat, bulging out unnaturally from her neck and spreading her jaws almost wider than her head. She could barely comprehend it, shellshocked as she was by the brainbreaking bliss of being used, but on some level she knew that imp magic was changing her, allowing her to please such wonderfully massive members without inconveniences from her inferior mortal body. What a wonderful, magnificent thing! To be remade into a fucktoy, body and mind and soul!

The taste of such a magnificent shaft, too, was headwarping, sending her whole body in a spasmodic frenzy as shocks of electric bliss shot through her every limb and goosebumps so intense they would have been painful in any other condition covered every single section of her skin. It made her tongue burn on contact, like it too was a part of her vagina that the cock was now fucking. And the fullness in her throat was otherworldly, the lack of air unbelievably pleasurable. She was being used, and her body rejoiced in it, rewarding her with more and more peaks of ever-increasing satisfaction.

Taken as she was by the experience, it took her a moment to realise why her field of vision was suddenly obstructed. Only once the imp started thrusting did she realise his fat and heavy balls were pressed against her face, covering her eyes and nose. Their strong musk was like a shot of pure ecstasy directly into her brain, making her heart pound like a hammer and her head overflow with wonderful thoughts of breeding and serving. Of course, it was all rather hard to focus on, given how her throat was suddenly on fire. The imp's precum now coated the inside of it, and every thrust of his giant shaft felt as good as if he'd been hammering it into her filly cunt instead.

A new experience then came to assault her mind. The last of her major holes that still had never been filled was all of a sudden impaled by a cock thicker and longer than any of her legs. She'd never in her whole life dreamed her ass could feel so good, and yet it made perfect sense now. It was a hole, and holes existed for cocks to fuck. That was her purpose as a broken slave to her new glorious masters, to be a set of fuckholes for imps to fill and use. So it was perfectly normal and understandable that one of her holes being used would bring her pleasure in the fulfilment of her one and only purpose in existence.

Even still, there was something more to it. Feeling her tiny little filly asshole spread wide was making her squeal and twitch in delight, every second of it pure bliss. She was just so full, so wonderfully full and stretched. It felt like touching ice with her bare skin, only the burn was a high of pleasure that pierced through her flesh and made her entire being orgasm with an incomparable intensity. Her insides radiated violent sparks and waves of sensation all around them, lightnings of pleasure that shot out from the overstuffed core of her being and reached every corner of her body.

Not a moment later, her cunt was finally stuffed with demon cock again. Only then did she finally become aware of just how much she'd missed the sensation of a dick inside her small filly cunt. It was like she wasn't whole if she wasn't being fucked, like she was broken and useless. She knew her mind would be warped into feeling the same about her ass and her throat, more and more with each round of fucking. She'd be reduced to a mindless imp cock addicted mess, incapable of living or thinking or doing anything except take thick long cocks in her every hole and cum from them and rejoice as they filled her with their seed.

All of her wandering thoughts were thrown asunder just a second later though, as all three of the imps filling her fuckholes started thrusting. Not the slow and regular thrusting she'd experienced prior, when they were still testing and stretching her holes. No, this was far rougher, far more primal. Fast, strong movements, brutally intense, with no regard whatsoever for her well being. They were using her like a toy to masturbate their cocks, and it was a most wonderful and sublime situation to find herself in. The three cocks speared inside her bulged out at unnatural angles, the careless intensity of the thrusting stretching her wider and in new directions.

It was all too much for her young and fragile filly mind to hold or control anymore. Sensations and feelings stronger than her barged into her head and began to crash and burn and destroy everything else, raping her consciousness just like her body was being raped, fucking everything out of her and leaving only ecstatic ruins in their wake. Boysenberry, the filly who had lived in that body up until that point, died and was reborn as an utterly broken tool for her demonic masters' pleasure. Any last trace of desire or longing or appreciation for anything other than being fucked and all that entailed was cleansed away in searing white flames, to the point where her old thoughts became incompatible with her new self.

She was an imp fuckslut. That was her truth, her undeniable nature. Her body was a toy existing only to pleasure the demons' shafts and carry their brood. The purpose of her existence was to serve, and that was the only thing her mind could comprehend. And she knew it was the single most pleasurable life one could lead. She knew all creatures who did not share her fate were unfortunate souls who would never know the true ecstasy of devoting one's life to utter submission. She knew herself immensely lucky, for she had been taken and enlightened at a young age, and she would live out the rest of her life drowning in sex and bliss. Moulded and warped into as perfect a fucktoy as she could be.

She welcomed and embraced her destiny with an open heart, cheerfully resigning her mind to her new pleasure-soaked existence. She knew she'd be too taken by unending orgasms to think for most of her upcoming life, and that filled her with desire and happiness. An existence filled with nothing more than all-encompassing pleasure so intense it sent her mind into a sea of dulled white noise while her whole body was seized by uncontrolled nervous spasms, everything about her situation so strong it threatened to crush her very being, everything making her feel as good as anyone possibly could. What else could be more desirable than that?

And so it was with unparalleled joy that the filly experienced the culmination of her existence. For she was a set of holes for imps to fuck, and no pleasure could be greater for her than receiving the cum those cocks thrusting into her carried, all three at once no less. The filly's insides widened as thick ropes of heavy, hot seed filled her every end, bloating her up beyond what should have been naturally possible for a pony of her young age. Her eyes rolled back completely into her head as her ass, cunt, throat and mouth were filled with cum, some of it leaking down her nose or from her thighs.

Then the imps pulled out, and cleaned their cocks on Boysenberry, using her body like a cumrag. Afterwards one of them picked up the mostly unconscious filly and began to carry her on his shoulder, back outside the house. Somewhere in her mind the little filly knew she was being taken to the imps' camp, and that she would spend the rest of her days there, fulfilling her glorious purpose. She knew as well that the piece of worthless fuckmeat who had once given birth to her was being left behind, and was ever thankful that unlike that old mare, she had been taken when still young, so that her holes would remain sufficiently tight and her owners would keep using her.

Bonus Chapter 3: Tag-A-Long

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Tag-A-Long Moaned as a new batch of imps left her womb and entered the world. Quickly, the demons grew to fully adult size, and one immediately filled up her momentarily empty pussy with his cock. Her ass had never stopped being full through the process of her giving birth, but her mouth was, for the moment, unoccupied. The spike of pleasure from birthing more imps was enough to send some awareness in her, and she got to hear the end of Boysenberry's story through her own moans and pants. She realised the three other fillies were now looking at her, perhaps expecting her to share her own story as well. She had no reason not to talk, and strangely no imp seemed interested in shutting her up with his shaft, so she decided to indulge in a flashback of her own.

"It all started that morning," she began to tell. She had to stop herself a couple of time, she wasn't particularly used to speaking given her mouth usually was being used for different purposes, and on top of that talking while being fucked hard in both her ass and pussy proved to be quite the task. Still, it was something she could manage if she got the hang of it, she just needed enough practice. "I woke up early to go around town, to sell cookies. I had my breakfast, and my wagon was all ready to go. I don't know how things would have gone if I'd stayed home longer, actually. But anyway, I didn't." For a pony getting her brains fucked out of her, the filly's speech was oddly coherent, if admittedly broken up on occasion.

Tag-A-Long kissed her parents and waved them goodbye as she walked out the door, her wagon behind her, filled with boxes of cookies for her to sell. She'd decided to go out early and make the most of the day in terms of sales. To beat the competition. There wasn't any competition as far as she knew, but she reasoned it was still a good habit to pick up for when she eventually moved up the ladder. She did wonder how fierce the cookies-selling market got in places like Manehattan or Canterlot, bigger cities than Ponyville with different tastes and many more ponies. But she didn't have time to get lost in thought, she had cookies to sell and she was going to sell as many as she could.

A couple of minutes into her walk, Tag-A-Long had realised she might have made a slight miscalculation in her plans. Yes, she was out early, and there was nopony else around selling cookies and stealing her clients. Unfortunately, that was a consequence of there being nopony else around at all. No clients for her to sell her cookies to, no matter how hard she looked. What was worse, precisely because she'd gone out so early, she couldn't go around knocking on ponies' houses and sell things door to door. It would have been terribly impolite to disturb ponies so early in the morning, and not something she had any intention of doing.

And so there she was, stuck wandering the streets of Ponyville in the hopes of finding another pony who'd gotten up and out as early as she had. She needed to find someone, she just had to, otherwise it would have meant she'd gotten up early for no reason! She would have looked silly! She began trotting around town a little faster, her red wagon bouncing on the road as she frantically looked left and right for somepony, anypony. And then, after a turn, she finally spotted someone. At the end of the road, a short red figure that looked like nothing she'd ever seen. But it was a potential client, so she happily made her way towards the mysterious creature.

"Hello!" the filly energetically greeted the thing, yelling a bit as she walked closer to grab their attention. "May I interest you in some cookies? The best cookies in all of Ponyville, and the cheapest too!" she said. She avoided any mention of the fact that they were also the only cookies being sold that way in Ponyville. She reasoned omissions were not technically lies, and therefore still qualified as valid marketing strategies. She got a better look at the creature once she was finally standing close to it. It definitely looked intelligent, which was good. It was much harder to sell cookies to animals. She'd tried. It had almost worked, she just hadn't managed to get them to pay her properly. Except of crows.

The short red thing looked at the filly. Then at her wagon. Then back at the filly, who waved at him. Then he raised an arm as if to point, but instead balled up his fist and placed it under his chin, suddenly appearing focused in thought. he leaned to the side a bit, eyeing over the contents of her wagon. Then he stood straight again, gave a shrug, and smiled towards the filly. "Sure," he said, "I would love to buy a box. Unfortunately, it appears I am a little short on money at the moment." He looked down at himself, and at his clothes and evident lack thereof. "But worry not, little filly, I have something else with which to pay you."

Tag-A-Long thought about it for a moment, then decided she had no reason not to go with it. It was still better than no business at all. So, she turned, bent down, and went to grab a box of cookies from her red wagon. As she did though, she thought a bit more about the situation. Sure, selling the box was better than not selling it, but it was worse than selling it at full price if the creature didn't pay her properly. And while there was no one else around to sell to right then, there would be ponies later. And even if she didn't actually sell it that day, she could always sell it the day after. So it was best to make sure she wasn't making a mistake there. Grabbing the box, she asked, "What exactly will you be paying with?"

The imp shoved his cock into her pussy. He actually grabbed her flank and lined it up properly first, but Tag-A-Long decided to tell the other fillies he'd just shoved it in right after she'd asked, because she still had some understanding of comedic timing despite having been reduced to an almost unthinking piece of breeding meat for imps. What she did not properly understand was that the others were listening to her story to get off on it, hence her pointless meandering over technical details unrelated to demon fucking that lengthened her flashback with things besides sex. Like the whole setup about her going out of her house early in the morning.

But in fairness part of it was her fearing her tale would sound too similar to the others', because all of them had been broken by the same creatures in much the same way and at that point either she recycled the same expressions and metaphors as the ones before her or she cut her narration short. Not that there was really anything wrong with her cutting it short, but the other two fillies had been pretty consistent with length and she felt pressured into keeping the length of her own flashback at about the same size as theirs, roughly. It would have felt wrong otherwise. They would have all gone back to not caring as soon as imps started skullfucking them again, but still.

But back to Tag-A-Long's story about her being fucked by imps. That's what's important here after all. The creature grabbed her flanks, quickly lined them up, and shoved his demon cock in her tight virgin filly pussy, as deep as it could go. Then he began to fuck her. The filly let out a breathless moan as she was penetrated, feeling no pain despite the size difference between the piece of meat piercing through her and her young, unused hole. All she felt was pleasure as the imp lifted her up and kept thrusting into her, snatching the box of cookies from her hooves and beginning to eat from it. It felt unreasonably good, better than anything she'd ever felt in her entire life, even if her life had been not that long, her being a young filly and all that.

It was mind-numbing. Every thrust of the imp's cock inside her made her mind go blank white. She vaguely still felt she should have been concerned about something, but at that moment she didn't care one bit for it. Her nethers were on fire, in ways she'd never known possible, her breath was heavy and her vision swam from side to side. She quietly began to huff and moan as her insides were stretched by the demon, while arousal dripped down from her sex and coated his shaft, making his thrusts smoother and even more pleasurable. It was a good thing the imp had grabbed hold of the box of cookies, because she would have absolutely dropped it otherwise.

She was so distracted by how good she felt, she didn't notice a new creature had approached them until it was right in front of her. It was exactly like the one currently fucking her, and just like him he sported a dick easily bigger and longer than Tag-A-Long's own legs. Unlike the creature she'd first met, though, this one fully exposed his erect shaft rather than hiding it behind the cloth around his waist. The filly remained mesmerised by it. She hadn't actually gotten a good look at the one inside of her, after all, since it had been rammed into her before she could even realise it was there. Not that she did mind it had gone inside her, but it was good to actually see it.

She leaned a little closer. That was the thing giving her so much pleasure, making her feel so good that she could forget about everything and just let herself go to the bliss overcoming her. She never could have thought something so wonderful could exist. Curious, and entranced by the sight, she leaned yet closer and inhaled the musk of the creature's appendage. It was like smelling paint in the way it made her blank out. The difference was that smelling paint had never made her sex tighten that way, nor had it made her body shake and her nethers spray their juices to the ground. Tag-A-Long loudly moaned as she came, her eyes rolling back into her head for a second.

When she regained some, though not all, of her awareness, the dick was still there in front of her eyes. The filly wore a dizzy expression on her face, her breath slow and deep. Almost without thinking about it, she leaned forward one more time, as far as she could manage, and began to suckle on the top of the demon's shaft. The taste was bitter yet somehow sweet, and it burned her throat on its way down without really making her want to quit sucking. If anything, it made her want to do it more. She opened her jaws wider to take more of the cock in her mouth, though just the tip was enough to fill it all. But at least she tried, and she swirled her tongue around it to taste it as much as she could.

Much to her displeasure, the shaft was pulled away from her. She watched it move away from her face with longing in her eyes, a trail of spit still connecting her lips to the top of it. But her displeasure quickly vanished as she realised where exactly the cock was headed next. She was lifted up a little higher, only the tip of the cock inside her not leaving her sex, and then the second imp lined himself up with his dick pressing against the stretched-out entrance to her vagina. Then, she was lowered again. At first, the tip of the second imp's cock simply pressed against her sex. But the first one pulled back and pushed her forward, stretching her hole just a bit wider.

The second cock slid inside her. At first only a portion of the tip, then more of it, and once the entire circumference was inside her the full length slid into her as she slid down on the two shafts impaling her. She threw her head back and gave a choked cry of ecstasy, as her cunt was spread wider than it ever had been and the two demons began to fuck her together at the same time. The way the two cocks pressed against her insides and stretched her was wonderful, the added stimulation of being filled twice as much as she'd been a moment before was sending sparks of electricity up her spine and through her limbs. She felt like she could pass out at any moment from how much pleasure she was experiencing.

The second imp, meanwhile, had picked up a box of cookies of his own and was happily munching on them as he fucked the filly's tight hole. Tag-A-Long was too out of herself to notice it had happened, but even if she'd realised she wouldn't have cared about it. She'd decided the imps' preferred method of payment, while technically not an appropriate way to pay someone, was good enough entertainment for her that she could allow them to take their cookies for free in exchange for it. Not that she was planning to sell cookies much longer anyway. She wasn't planning on doing anything besides being fucked by more imps, as a matter of fact.

And, really, she reasoned it was clearly the best possible choice. Nothing else she'd ever tried had made her feel nearly as good, and the feeling didn't seem to be going down or get weaker either. If anything, the more time she spent getting her holes ravaged by the demons' massive cocks, the better she felt about the whole thing. And unlike cookies, which ran out eventually if one ate them all, the imps weren't showing any signs of stopping. And also unlike cookies, which were bad for a pony's health, getting fucked like that was probably a decent form of exercise. And on top of that, it was all free. She wondered why she'd ever bothered with cookies when demon cocks were so much better.

So much better in fact that they could have been selling sex instead of cookies. Oh, but that would have been just cruel. To deprive somepony of that wonderful, incomparable feeling of pleasure and fulfilment that came from being stuffed by an imp's cock, it was such an evil thought, Tag-A-Long could not possibly entertain it. Something so beautiful needed to be free for everyone to enjoy. No, it didn't just need to be free, it had to be shared. Spread around as much as possible, shown to every single mare in the city, in the country. And they all should have gotten free samples too. They should have been forced to take them if reluctant! No mare would back down after having a taste.

As she looked around herself, still dazed, it took Tag-A-Long a few moments to realise what she was seeing wasn't just her imagination running wild with fantasies of what she'd been thinking about. All around town she saw imps and other, stranger creatures running around, chasing adults and foals alike, subduing them and having sex with them. Stallions and mares, young and old, everyone had something going after them and more often than not the creatures proved faster, stronger and more agile than the ponies. Soon the streets were filled with the sounds of fucking and the moaning of the citizens. The little filly smiled, knowing how happy everypony in Ponyville would soon be.

Knowing she didn't need to worry about sharing her discovery with others, as the discovery was evidently capable of sharing itself with all ponies willing and not, Tag-A-Long could finally truly let herself go to the pleasure taking over her. She didn't have to think or move or do anything, she just had to exist and experience the blissful feeling of being stuffed full of demon cock. Her pussy stretched wide by the two shafts within her, the way they burned against the walls of her insides and sent electricity running all through her body and up to her brain where it exploded in a shower of sparks that made her lose all sense of awareness and left her wonderfully unaware of anything that wasn't pleasure.

Then she would come down from her high, and be inundated with yet more pleasure, the ceaseless thrusting of the two imps holding her only seeming to speed up and get rougher. She didn't mind that one bit, in fact it made everything feel even better. Her breathing grew faster, her heartbeat quicker. Every new orgasm was stronger than the one before, just a bit longer, and the time between one and the next grew shorter and shorter. Her limbs twitched with every new tremor of pleasure that wracked her body, as she slowly lost control of herself while drowning in orgasm after orgasm. If things kept up, soon everything would melt into a single stream of white pleasure, and the filly was ecstatic at the prospect.

She let the entirety of her experience overtake her. The wet, rhythmic sounds of the two imps thrusting into her, coupled with her own pants and moans, and in the background the howls of pleasure of all the ponies around town slowly falling as they were subdued by the creatures. The smell of sex hitting her nose and making her dizzy, and the lingering taste of the demon's shaft still on her tongue. There was so much around her, too much for her to do anything but surrender to it and let it drown her. Time was almost meaningless, like in a dream, nothing mattered but the pleasure she was feeling.

It was then that something new happened. Something different, something she hadn't felt yet. She first noticed it in the imps' movements, becoming more frantic, more erratic, losing their rhythm in favour of stronger thrusts. It took a moment for her to catch on to that happening, and by the time she did she could hear there was something different about their panting as well. Then she was yanked down, the imps' fingers digging into her tiny flanks, while the two creatures thrust upwards with their cocks and pushed them as deep inside her as they could go. That alone sent a spike of pleasure through the filly, but it was what came next that truly rocked her to her core.

It started as the base of the imps' shafts, barely noticeable. But the walls of her insides were stretched so wide and so sensitive from all her orgasms and sex that even the tiniest shift was enough for her to feel it, and so she realised the two dicks seemed to expand while remaining still inside her. In just a moment, the sensation travelled from the base of their cocks all the way to the tips, and then Tag-A-Long screamed breathlessly as something shot out of them. It burned like fire against the insides of her sex, and she felt completely unable to think, her brain under a lightning storm of pleasure that made it impossible to process anything. Her body spasmed around uncontrolled, her tongue lolled out of her mouth, her eyes rolled back and so did her head.

But it didn't stop there. As the fluid inside her fully coated the walls of her pussy, more and more flowed out from the imps' cocks. The entrance to her sex was sealed tight around the two shafts spreading her, and with nowhere else to go the cum inside her began to make her belly balloon out. It was only a small bulge at first, but it quickly grew bigger and bigger with each passing second. Tag-A-Long would have screamed again if her condition allowed her to, and the sheer pleasure of being stretched so wide was such an intense experience that for a moment she simply passed out, her whole body going limp in the imps' grasp.

When she came back to her senses, she was lying prone, and for a moment she thought she was floating. She quickly realised though that she was simply resting on her belly, now as big as the rest of her body. She was on top of her wagon, and an imp was in front of her, pulling it. Only after she realised all of that did sensation properly come back to her, and that was the moment when she realised she was still being fucked. She grit her teeth and moaned, tears forming in the corners of her eyes as all the built-up pleasure she'd experienced hit her again at once. Drool began to leak through her teeth and down her chin, making a puddle underneath her head.

As she was carried along atop her wagon through the streets of Ponyville, she couldn't help but look all around her at the ponies being fucked by all the wonderful different creatures that had come to the town. Mares and stallions, young and old, all were targetted by someone or something. Most ran away at first, naively afraid, but sooner or later all were captured. And then, all were shown the wonders of what those creatures could bring. Tag-A-Long watched faces of fear and disgust slowly morph away, replaced by pleasure and ecstasy that could not be compared to anything else the ponies had ever experienced in their lives.

She wasn't exactly sure why she was being moved, though. She didn't particularly mind, so long as she was being fucked on her way there, but she did wonder still. Why couldn't they just keep fucking in Ponyville? They would keep fucking her, right? What if the imps were going to stop fucking her and everyone else, and just disappear into nowhere the same way they'd arrived? The thought sent shivers of terror down her spine. She couldn't imagine doing anything but fucking after that point, and the prospect of being denied the pleasure that the creatures brought her was horrible, nightmarish. That everyone else too would be deprived of it was simply unacceptable.

Struggling a bit through her pants and moans, and even more so through the haze of pleasure shrouding her mind, Tag-A-Long lifted her head and tried to speak up. "We..." She paused for a moment, already forgetting what she was supposed to say. She was being fucked, what more could she need? Then she remembered. Yes, it was exactly that, the fear that she could at some point not be fucked. She opened her mouth to speak again, though it still wasn't an easy task. "Where... Where are you taking me? Will you... still be fucking me? Fucking... Like fucking..." Her words became slurred out at the end, her thoughts failing to remain on track.

The imp carrying the wagon turned back towards her, his expression confused at first as he saw her trying to speak. Once she did actually finish her sentence though, he understood what she was trying to get at. He smiled at her. "Don't you worry your pretty little head about it. Thinking is not for you, anyway. Of course we'll keep fucking you! It would be a waste to let a set of holes like yours go to waste. And this applies to all the others as well. We'll keep on fucking you for the rest of your lives." He saw a dumb smile spread on her face, and continued, "Right now we're just taking you to our camp. There are a lot more imps there, and we'll keep fucking you there once we arrive."

Tag-A-Long peacefully sighed. The prospect of more imps and cocks fucking her was delightful, as was the knowledge that she would be spending the rest of her life like that. She couldn't have wished for anything better. She couldn't conceive of anything better. Getting railed by demon cocks was the single greatest thing her mind could think of, and doing literally anything else would have been horrible when she could have been fucking instead. She was aware that the point had been reiterated many times already both by her and by the two fillies who'd already spoken before her, all of whom had gone through the same thing themselves, but she didn't care. Getting fucked by imps was just that good.

If there was one thing the little filly felt a bit bad about, somewhere deep beneath the heavy layers of pleasure pressing down on her mind, it was the fact that adult mares weren't being taken to the camp by the imps. She was almost sad that they wouldn't get to experience more of the pleasure, she was sure it would drive them mad to be deprived of it after having had a taste. She couldn't imagine what she would have done in those circumstances. Of course, she wasn't actually sad, because it was impossible for her to be sad. She was being fucked, and that meant she was happy. She couldn't be anything but happy when she was being fucked, because being fucked by demons was the most wonderful thing ever.

"And that's pretty much it," Tag-A-Long concluded, her body swaying back and forth as she was still constantly being fucked by her own imp children in both her pussy and her ass. "I didn't actually get fucked in the ass until I was carried here, but that's not really an interesting story. It went exactly the same as with all of you, instantly in with no pain whatsoever because of imp magic and stuff. Kinda weird and oddly specific that they chose to go for double vaginal back in Ponyville instead of assfucking me there, but I guess that's how it happened. They didn't even properly throatfuck me until I got here, now that I think about it. But maybe that's for the better, or my story would have been too much like yours."

The other three fillies nodded, quietly moaning and panting. They were all still being fucked in their asses and filly cunts, though the imps had decided not to fuck their faces as to allow them to properly hear the story Tag-A-Long was telling. And somehow their brains had worked properly enough to understand it for the entire duration, despite them having sex all the while. Not that they particularly cared. They didn't even dwell on it at all, too busy being fucked and fantasising over the filly's story of how she'd been fucked the first time around. They enjoyed recalling how they'd first been broken by demons. Even though it was basically the same for all of them. At least it was always good.

The four fillies then looked at each other, and at the way each was being fucked in both hind holes by imps they had previously given birth to. It truly was a marvellous thing to be kept as the demons' breeding tools, always in a state of pure bliss from all the constant fucking and cumming, unable to even move with their bellies bloated by imp cum and by their pregnancies. And it had been just as wonderful to go over the memories of how each one of them had made it to that beautiful place they now called home, where they spent all their days and nights being fucked by their demon children so they could give birth to more demon children who'd then fuck yet another generation of imps in them.

Just as they all were considering going back to unthinking imp fucktoys who only lived to be bred and used in all their holes, though, something happened. In the distance, Sweetie Belle noticed a set of imps coming towards the camp, and with them were ponies. Now, imps bringing ponies into the camp wasn't anything new, it had happened to all four of the fillies. And even if they might not always have been lucid enough to recall, at that moment they'd just finished talking about it, so it was fresh in all of their minds. The mere arrival of more fillies, while certainly a moment worth celebrating, wouldn't have been enough to keep them from slipping back into their orgasmic trance.

But two things stood out in particular about the approaching group of demons and equines. The first was its size, possibly the largest amount of ponies to be brought to the imp camp after the initial raid. The second, which partly explained the first, was the fact that there weren't only fillies this time around. Mares of all ages were being brought towards the imp camp as well, and it didn't take long for them to be close enough for Sweetie Belle and her companions to recognise some of their faces. Boysenberry and Tag-A-Long both gave a sound resembling a gasp of delight, though heavily twisted by all the pleasure they were feeling, as they both recognised their respective mothers in the crowd.

Sweetie Belle looked on as well. She definitely recognised a lot of the mares there, but none particularly so. They were ponies she'd at one point or another seen in Ponyville, a few she'd talked to, some she even knew the name of. But they weren't important to her. Just new sets of holes for her demonic masters to enjoy, which, at the end of the day, she supposed was always a good thing. But then something caught her eyes. She had to look lower, not at the height of the many grown mares there but back to where a filly would stand. She caught just a hint of it at first, patches of yellow and orange, red and purple, hidden behind an adult mare. Then the mare moved, and Sweetie Belle gasped in pleasure. "Apple Bloom! Scootaloo!"

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Boysenberry's mother, Tag-A-Long's mother, and Bubblegum Brush's mother sat in a corner, trying to be as quiet as possible in the dark room and hoping no one would come looking for them. The town was still being ravaged by imps and other creatures, but mainly imps. They had nowhere to run to and they could only hide and hope help would come, which hadn't happened yet. They hadn't run into many other survivors and they still hadn't found their daughters, which had gotten separated from them in the commotion.

The had found a pair of other fillies that were not their daughters though. Scootaloo and Apple Bloom were in another corner of the same dark room of the same abandoned building. They still hadn't found Sweetie Belle, which they had run after in an attempt to make sure she was safe after being separated from her and cured of whatever they may have had, getting them back to a normal, uncorrupted state.

It was hard to remember how exactly things had gotten to that point with all that had happened and the details were hazy and unimportant. The important part was that the three mares and two fillies were hiding in the room, afraid the imps would come in and rape them with their demonic cocks and corrupt them into sluts like they had done with most of the mares in town and probably with the fillies they were looking for too.

It seemed possible the imps were doing something like that right outside that very building at that very moment too, as there were sounds of struggling and a mare's voice and more voices that sounded like they belonged to imps, though from inside the room the mares and fillies couldn't make out the voices well nor tell what was being said. It all just sounded like voice sounds without meaning and it was hard to tell anything apart in them, just that there was some commotion outside.

The five of them figured they should probably stay in and hide and hope they weren't spotted. That was the safe alternative, as it would ensure the imps that were busy with the mare outside or whatever wouldn't also notice them and take them along, and the five of them knew they didn't stand a chance if the imps spotted them and tried to rape them with their huge imp cocks. They'd seen it happen to others and they knew there was no escaping if it happened to them too, which was quite the dangerous prospect, so they had to be careful and not make a sound and stay there quiet and immobile, and hope.

But then one of the older mares perked up. "Dear, is that you?" she whispered, and she began to move closer to the closest window, planning to look outside. She had a hazy look in her eyes and didn't seem to be fully aware of herself, which made sense given she was seemingly about to do something really stupid that would risk the five of them getting caught. The other four perked up and looked at her, but they didn't move yet, because they didn't want to make noise and be noticed by the imps that were probably outside.

But the mare didn't stop and she moved closer to the window, a hazy look in her eyes. It was clear the stress was getting to her and she was probably imagining things, and it was possible and even likely she had already snapped under the pressure of the situation and she wasn't acting rationally anymore, which she clearly wasn't. "Dear?" she called out, a little louder, moving with shaky step towards the boarded-up window. "Dear, is that you?" She kept walking like drunk towards the window where the sounds were coming from, clearly completely out of it and not thinking straight.

The two fillies, Scootaloo and Apple Bloom, which were farther away from her, looked to her with worry in their eyes, but didn't get up, because they didn't want to make noise rushing towards her or speaking up, and there was nothing they could do anyway. They were too small to halt the mare without making too much noise and the mare was clearly past the point of being talked sense into, with how she was acting in a way that could doom all of them. So the two fillies just looked at her with worry and dread, hoping things would be okay and maybe the imps would leave before she had a chance to blow their cover. Maybe they would be able to make a mad dash away from the building if it happened.

The other two mares, though, since they were closer to the mare who had lost it and was making her way towards the window, they were close enough to do something, so they did do something. They stood carefully, trying not to make much noise as to avoid alerting the imps outside to their presence and hiding spot, and moved towards the mare. She was still going on with her voice, calling out. "Is it you, my dear filly?" she called out, still moving towards the window at her shaky pace.

The two other mares tried to hold her, placing their hooves around her barrel and chest to halt her uncertain advance while trying not to make much noise, since they didn't want to be heard from outside. One of them spoke, quietly and in a hiss to avoid making too much noise and blowing their cover, but still loud enough for the mare moving towards the window to hear her. "Stop it! You'll blow our cover! They'll capture us, and then you'll never see your filly again! None of us will if we get captured!"

But the mare seemed to not even hear her, to not even notice she was there trying to prevent her from reaching the window, as she just kept moving forward as if drawn by some higher power that wanted her to go towards the window and get them spotted. "I hear my dear filly," she said, even though the voices outside were clearly mares and imps and not fillies, and especially not her own little filly. She was clearly out of it, snapped under the pressure, desperate to see her filly and hallucinating her voice as she hobbled towards the boarded-up window.

The other other mare also spoke, also quietly, as she also did her best to quietly stop the crazed mare from reaching the window. "Your filly isn't there," she said in a quiet hiss, holding with her hooves onto the mare. "And even if she was out there, it's too late. If they already captured her there's nothing you can do yourself. You'd just get captured too, and your filly wouldn't want that. Your filly wouldn't want you to put yourself in danger and you wouldn't want to put us in danger. Please stop or you'll blow our cover and we'll all get raped by imps with their giant imp cocks, and we don't want that, and you don't want that either!"

But the mare ignored her too, and her voice grew louder. "My filly!" she called out loudly. "My dear filly, I know you're there. I'm coming for you, my little dear!" Then she stopped ignoring the other two mares and shoved them aside, making a lot of noise as she loudly rushed towards the window. There she began to bang against the boards, peering outside as she practically screamed. "My dear! I'm here, dear! I know you're there!"

The other two mares, on the ground, looked desperate. "Quiet!" one of them desperately hissed, still quietly, while the other quietly got to her hooves and scampered carefully to the nearest door. From their corner Scootaloo and Apple Bloom hugged each other in fear as they watched with terror as the mare beat against the boarded-up window and made a lot of noise and definitely gave away their position to any imps potentially outside. They were paralysed with fear, knowing full well that soon they would get raped by imps again and that if they tried to run they would probably run into even worse creatures and then be raped.

The mare yelled and beat against the window, making tons of noise as she called out for her daughter that wasn't actually there, calling for her loudly and repeatedly. Then she eventually calmed down, and moved away from the window. "It seems my deary little darling baby girl wasn't there after all," she said, seemingly a little back to herself. She went back to the corner and everything was quiet again, and even though everyone was worried that all her noise had given away their position to the imps nothing happened for a while. Eventually they all relaxed.

Then the imps burst in through the doors and captured them.

The group of five ponies comprised of three adult mothers and two fillies were all raped on the spot, which messed with their minds and corrupted their bodies and made them docile and obedient, and then they were led to the main imp camp along with all the other fillies and mares the imps had captured and raped with their giant imp cocks, corrupting their minds and making them submissive and docile. There they found the three mothers' three fillies, Boysenberry, Tag-A-Long, and Bubblegum Brush, and also Sweetie Belle, though all five of them were too overtaken by the pleasure of demonic giant cock imp rape to care about anything else. But they were a little happy to be joined up again by their loved ones as they were all raped and got to experience the pleasure of giant cock imp sex.

Soon they all settled into the same routine Sweetie Belle had settled into, where they would get fucked and cumflated by imps in all their holes, and become pregnant from it, and then give birth quickly to new imps which would then repeat the cycle, so that they were constantly pregnant and cumflated and often giving birth to their incestuous demonic big-dicked imp spawn which would then breed them further still, perpetuating the cycle of incestuous imp reproduction.

The pleasure was immense and all consuming, making them forget about everything else and only focus on huge imp cocks and imp cum and imp sex in all their holes as they came and were impregnated and gave birth to more imps and didn't have to worry about anything else. It was wonderful and amazing and it consumed all their other thoughts and it swallowed away their previous worries, making them question why they had been worried in the first place. There was clearly nothing to worry about when imp sex was pure nonstop pleasure all the time, they had been silly for having worried about it and even sillier for not having offered themselves to the imps at the first available chance, and silliest of all for having worried about Sweetie Belle and the other fillies when in fact those fillies had been in a world of pure pleasure that was the best thing imaginable. There was no sense in rescuing them, and in fact the imps had rescued the five ponies and all the others from fear and brought them into a life of pleasure and sex and cum and huge imp cocks.

It was the bestest thing ever and the five of them would have been content living like that for the rest of their lives, without worrying about anything, just existing as fuckholes for the huge imp dicks that surrounded them and birthing out more imps that would then fuck them even more. It was all perfect and it kept their minds drenched in such ecstasy that it was pointless to even consider anything else. They in fact physically could not think, as all their brainpower was dedicated solely to experiencing pleasure, and that was amazing in itself. If they could have cared about it, they wouldn't have.

But things were about to change. For the better, depending on how one looked at it, and certainly so the way the mares would have looked at it in their cumdrunk state. The same went for the way the imps would look at it. It was they that brought on this change, arriving one day at the camp with new herbs and other ingredients they had found in the Everfree Forest. They began to brew potions in a cauldron in the middle of the camp while the mares kept being fucked by other imps.

Soon a few different potions were ready, and after some testing the imps came upon the group of nine ponies with two sets of them in particular. The first they fed to the ponies. Scootaloo, Sweetie Belle, Apple Bloom, Boysenberry, Tag-A-Long, Bubblegum Brush, and the last three's mothers were all made to drink of the strange brew the imps had cooked up with the new ingredients.

The effect were apparent and basically immediate. All nine ponies' bodies began to undergo physical changes moments after drinking the potions that the imps had brought them. Their teats, already engorged from their pregnancies, grew to a significantly bigger size, swelling obscenely as a result of the potion's magical effects. Even the fillies' grew significantly, huge and swollen, rounded and unlike what a pony's should have been.

Beyond that, they began to lactate far more than before. They had produced milk before too, but now they were actively leaking out, dripping out milk as their excess production couldn't be contained. They were making puddles on the ground where their pregnancies kept them, their tits now as full as their bellies were. The young imps they birthed greedily attached themselves to their nipples and suckled milk out of them, and even the fully grown ones did the same, drinking out of the fillies and mares alike.

This proved incredibly pleasurable for the mares and fillies too. Having their teats swell to such sizes added a whole new layer of pleasure to their experience, a whole new input of ecstasy flooding their minds with yet more pleasure and taking them to greater heights of climax. The growth of their teats had been itself pleasurable, a pleasant flare of heat in their flesh as it was reshaped and as it grew. Then the pressure of all the excess milk had been pleasurable too, and so had been the relief and release of having that milk removed from their engorged teats.

Their nipples too became incredibly sensitive, huge and overstimulated erogenous zones that felt pleasure at merely air brushing against them, and yet more pleasure at milk flowing out of them, and even more incredible pleasure at being nibbled and suckled on and played with the way the imps were doing. They were white hot points of ecstasy in their minds, bringing yet more joy in their already pleasure-filled lives. The mares and fillies were the happiest they had ever been, even more than they had been just a bit before.

Things weren't done yet though. The imps had a second set of potions they intended to use, and this set they used on themselves. They uncorked the caps on the glass vials they kept the potions in and downed them quickly, discarding the glass containers immediately after. The effects on them too were quite visible and almost immediate, and the imps were quite pleased with themselves as they saw the results in action.

The imps' cocks and balls, already quite well sized, grew even more thanks to the potions' effects. Their cocks lengthened and thickened to even greater dimensions than before, throbbing and powerful and ready to breed ponies even more. Their balls too grew, enlarged by the potions, swelling in size until they were massive when compared to the already large balls of those imps who hadn't yet consumed the potion that had caused those imps' cocks and balls to grow so much.

As the mares would soon find out, growth in size wasn't the only change the potion had brought to the imps' genitals. Their cum had been altered too, though it was not yet apparent as they had not yet ejaculated after consuming the potion and undergoing the changes that its effects brought. Their seed was now thicker, stronger, its musk much more potent. It was a totally different experience, as the mares and fillies were about to find out soon.

Eager to test out their new and alchemically enhanced equipments, the imps lined themselves up in front and behind the nine pony females, three adult mares and six fillies. Their huge cocks stood proud at attention, drawing the drunken gazes of the nine ponies as they struggled through the extra pleasure derived from their newly inflated tits leaking milk and being suckled on. The smell alone of the new cocks was enough to make their minds even more dizzy than they already were, and they were as eager to experience those huge cocks as the imps the cocks belonged to were to get to use them.

So, at once, the imps began to make use of their new cocks to use the mares' and fillies' holes for their own pleasure and enjoyment. They thrust forward into the female ponies' waiting mouths and leaking, eager holes, ready to bloat them up even farther with their potent imp cum and to breed more imp babies into them. Despite their enhanced size they slid in easily, the mares' and fillies' bodies thoroughly corrupted and eager to welcome their massive cocks. The ponies gushed and drooled and moaned around the imps' massive cocks, elated at being so thoroughly filled by such powerful demonic phalli.

Boysenberry was the first to cum from them, her tiny filly body and huge milky tits thrashing wildly in pleasure around the massive cocks spreading her wide on both fronts as her inflated belly full of imp babies throbbed along with the quaking of her filly body. Her tongue writhed in her mouth, beneath the huge slab of meat filling the length of her throat and practically keeping the flow of air away from her. Her nethers gushed around the massive cock filling her, reaching deeper than any cock previously had and unlocking new levels of pleasure in her young, corrupted body.

Tag-A-Long and Bubblegum Brush were in much the same state as their other little filly friend was. Their bodies too were quivering in pleasure as the massive, newly enhanced and expanded imp cocks stuffed them fully, splitting their jaws to the point it would have been painful if they could have felt anything other than pleasure and stretching their little underage filly cunnies to the limits of what even their corrupted and more malleable states allowed for. They were moaning and crying tears of bliss at being exposed to so much pleasure at once, more than ever before, driving their senses to new peaks of absolute bliss.

The CMC were in their own world of pure heaven and pleasure and feeling good. Sweetie Belle, which was used to being used and feeling pleasure from being used for so long, was discovering new levels of pleasure she hadn't thought possible as the massive imp cocks spread through her from both ends. Scootaloo and Apple Bloom, which were both new to the whole being fucked by imps and going drunk with pleasure, were completely drowning in the overwhelming sensation of being stuffed full by such massive cocks.

Then there were the three milf mares. Boysenberry's mother, Tag-A-Long's mother, and Bubblegum Brush's mother too, all three of them were equally as overwhelmed by the fucking as the fillies. The new, huge imp cocks fucking them were bigger than anything they had ever taken before, even in their adult lives, and far bigger than even their husbands' horsecocks that had bred their fillies into them. In truth they were coming to love the demonic imp sex far more than they had loved their husbands, and while they still loved their little fillies they loved the imp children they were going to give birth to even more, because those imps would then fuck them and breed them anew and that was a pleasure nothing else could compare to, the best thing ever and even better than having foals. They loved imp sex more than anything in their lives.

Then the imps came. The size of their engorged balls and the extra effects of the potion they had consumed came into full swing as their cum production was greater than ever before. Quickly they bloated the fillies and the mares alike from both ends of their bodies, unleashing a deluge of thick, white, hot seed from their massive shafts that quickly filled them up front and back and almost leaked past the confines of their holes, were it not for the fact that they were too thoroughly plugged by those huge demonic cocks to let even a drop through. So the fillies and the mares swelled with the new huge dose of cum the imps unleashed.

The cum was thick and musky, more potent and virile than it had even been before thanks to the potion and its effects. It flowed hot into the mares and fillies and immediately all of them were intoxicated with its strength and power and virility. They had been drunk on it before, but the new cum the potion had brought brought them to a new level of sheer addiction and cumdrunkness and dependancy on the wonderful fluid. They could not conceive lives without it anymore at that point, they craved it even more than they craved the very air they breathed to the point where they would choke themselves on those titanic cocks to receive more of that amazing cum.

"You like that, huh?" one of the imps commented as he pulled back from one of the older mares' mouth, still leaking cum from his massive cock and feeling ready to go again as his huge balls churned with yet more hyperpotent and addictive seed. "I bet you want even more, yeah?"

The mare didn't answer, as she was too dizzy on the sudden influx of sensation from being so thoroughly filled of such powerful enhanced cum to even process something like a sentence. Her belly was huge and swollen with both cum and future imps, and her teats were huge and leaking milk on the ground. She moaned nonsensically, fully entranced in her pleasure state, perpetually feeling so much ecstasy she couldn't focus on anything else. She wasn't the only one in that state, either, far from it in fact.

The other two adult milf mares at her sides were in much the same conditions. Gone was the ability to even care about what had happened to their little ones, replaced with all consuming bliss and huger for more. More giant imp cocks and more potent imp cum and more sex leading to more of that electric, blinding bliss that had completely overtaken their minds. Not that they even had reason to worry about their daughters, as after all the three fillies were experiencing much the same thing as their mothers were.

Bloated beyond belief by the sheer amount of seed the imps had pumped out into them, the three little fillies were sputtering out drool and twitching their little legs, their minds overtaken by pleasure without compare. Their little filly sexes were leaking out both their own pleasure and some of the thick white cum that had filled them up. Their eyes were rolled back, signalling the way their brains had become overloaded with the pleasure of imp sex and demonic cum. Their obscenely huge tits were leaking milk out onto the ground, looking far too big on their tiny filly bodies, yet another clear sign of their corrupted status as imp breeding sluts, which they loved from the bottom of their pleasuredrunk hearts and twisted minds.

The Cutie Mark Crusaders were in exactly the same situation, overwhelmed by pleasure and drunk on powerful imp cum. Their tiny forms were more belly and tits than anything else at that point, so thoroughly filled with cum and with extra milk that their forms looked almost odd and deformed and hypersexualised, mockeries of what normal fillies should have looked like. The imps had thoroughly corrupted them physically and mentally, remaking them into breeding things that existed solely to take cum and dispense milk and newborn imps. They existed to be fucked and impregnated, and nothing else.

Yet they were happy. Truly, fully happy at their condition, even if it was a conditioned happiness born out of an overwhelming amount of pleasure forced into them by all the sex and demonic cum and magical potions altering both their bodies and the bodies of the imps that were claiming them nonstop. In fact it wasn't like the imps had paused. After their first orgasms they had gone back to it, merely moving around so they were using different holes or different mares but fucking them all all the same with renewed vigour.

Their minds drowned in pleasure even further at being fucked yet more while still in the throes of their nonstop climaxes, as the imps' massive cocks further drove in the point that they only existed for sex at that point. All of the mares and fillies that had undergone the potion's effects could feel their minds being eroded as they were flooded with a slew of new sensations from their bodies that reshaped them and overrode anything else. It was a blinding, searing, deafening ecstasy that overtook all else and left them drooling and shaking and only wanting more.

More they would get and more they were already getting, as the imps fucked them, their huge enhanced cocks sliding in and out of their holes. The loud sounds of their fucking filled the air, along with the mares' and fillies' moans, wet and lewd. The musk of cum was overpowering as it wafted from them, overtaking even that of sex that filled the air. It flowed through the camp to the other mares and fillies held around, getting them dizzy too and drunk on the powerful virile smell and incapable of holding themselves.

Many went nonverbal at the smell alone, and at the sight of other female ponies so deformed and filled, with such massive bellies and teats and being fucked by such massive cocks that all the other mares wanted to partake in too, and all the other fillies as well. They knew imp cocks were amazing, in no small part due to their huge sizes, and seeing even bigger ones was driving them wild with desire, as was the sight of the massive balls swinging beneath those gargantuan cocks and the thought of all the cum they could produce, and the smell of that same cum as it spread through the camp.

They wouldn't have to wait long or much at all, as once they were done testing the effects of the potions on the small group of fillies and mares and the imps fucking them the other imps began to brew more of those same potions. They would then be spread all around the camp to all the mares and all the imps. Soon every female pony, filly or mare, would have exaggerated teats leaking copious amounts of milk, while every imp would have a huge cock made even bigger by the potions made with the Everfree's ingredients. The ingredients themselves were plentiful and there would be more than enough for every imp and for newborn ones as well, as well as for all the mares and fillies held at the camp and for new ones brought in from outside when that happened, which it would.

The mares and fillies within the camp didn't care though. They merely cared about getting fucked and filled, about being impregnated and eating more of the ultra thick and powerful cum the imps were giving out, about going blank with pleasure and worship towards the wonderful cocks the imps had. They all soon had their teats made huge and leaking milk, the extra pleasure from the extra stimulation that brought making their minds blank out even before the fucking and bloating by the enhanced giant cocks and their extra cum production made them all fall further into a pit of inescapable thoughtless ecstasy where they could only writhe in drunken bliss and crave for more sex and cum and huge demonic cocks.

And more they would get, as they already were getting, as the imps would only ceaselessly continue to use all of them and even further experiment with new potions and new ingredients, all designed to heighten their pleasure even further as well as the imps' own virility and enjoyment. They would perfect the recipes to give themselves even bigger shafts and larger balls and an even greater and stronger cum production, putting the mares and fillies in a perpetual state of arousal and heat as their bellies swelled with cum and pregnancy and as their tits swelled with milk they then leaked out, the added pressure and pleasure in their sensitive nipples further undoing their mental capabilities and rendering them as passive breeding stock eager to receive massive imp dicks and huge loads of demonic cum.

So it was that things would continue at that camp, with the female ponies fully overtaken and engrossed in their role as breeders and milkmares through the power of alchemy and enhanced demonic loads of cum. All mares and fillies alike soon were drooling and cumming, bloated fuller than ever and leaking milk, completely drunk on pleasure beyond belief. They would remain as such without a foreseeable end to their conditions as the imps kept breeding them and they kept birthing more imps, though they were all happy and overwhelmed with pleasure and perfectly content in their enslaved, exclusively sexual conditions.

Extra Bonus 2 - Luck and the Moon

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The air was cold and the sky was dark over the outskirts of the Everfree Forest, despite the full moon peeking behind the clouds. Carefully hidden in a bush an imp scout lay in wait, ready to inform his companions back at the camp of any oncoming groups of ponies or other creatures. What he was not aware of, however, was that another set of eyes had come to identify his hiding spot.

A pair of slit pupils among the branches of the trees were trained over the imp's crouching form. Naturally used to distinguishing shapes even in the feeble and colourless moonlight, and even more so to tell sounds apart, the creature the split gaze belonged to had easily spotted the small demon. It knew itself capable of easily overpowering the smaller foe, but it waited.

Then there came a sound. A chitter meant to blend in with the background, a cleverly devised signal designed to sound like yet another wildlife call to untrained ears. But the meaning was clear for the creature watching over the imp. The target was alone. In a flurry of leather, fangs, and shadow, the bat-pony descended upon the bush.

The imp was gagged and restricted before it even had a chance to understand what was happening, his cries instantly silenced. He found himself at the mercy of his nocturnal equine captor, and a blade pointed to his throat quickly smothered any further attempts at thrashing around or calling for help through the gag. Soon after another night guard emerged from the trees, almost invisible until she stepped into the moonlight.

The two bat-ponies exchanged glances and tilts of their ears, and then they took off towards the sky, carrying the captured imp in tow.

The trip to Canterlot was brief and cold. The imp was carried around like an object, with little regard for his well being and just enough attention to avoid dropping him or hurting him too much. When they arrived at the palace he was unceremoniously passed around from one group of night guards to the next, until at last he was unbound and brought to a set of tall, imposing doors. Then, and only then, did any of the ponies finally deign to speak to him.

The words still came in harsh tones. "You are to be questioned before Her Highness, Princess Luna. Do not attempt to run or to attack anyone. Your survival here is dependant on your utility and cooperation. Do not overlook the fact that you can be replaced if you refuse to play along, or do anything untoward. Understood?"

The imp, being still gagged, could only nod to signal his agreement. He wasn't exactly in a position to argue, and he didn't plan on doing anything risky. Not when the bat's weapons were in easy reach of her hooves and wings.

The guard, evidently satisfied, pushed the imp forward with a rough shove as the doors opened. She stood at his side as they walked in.

The room was even more imposing than the doors that had led to it. A tall, vaulted ceiling flanked by equally as impressive windows that let the moonlight in, casting coloured patches of light all over the floor, and thick, tall columns lining the sides. Between the columns were more guards, blades at the ready, their eyes firm over the imp as he was led forward by the one at his side.

At the far end of the room was a throne, plain but imposing, with sharp angles and a tall backrest. Atop that throne sat a tall, armour-clad alicorn, her dark coat melding with the shadows around her and her eyes sharp as the moonlight. A scowl was on her face, and she huffed as she saw the imp being led inside. "Bring him forward," she commanded, her voice cold and booming all through the room.

The imp was roughly pushed forward, and behind him he heard the doors slamming shut. He swallowed as he was forced to kneel before the throne, and bit down a yelp as his gag was removed. He did not speak, for he still feared for his life and no question had yet been posed.

That seemed to have been the right move, as a moment later the alicorn spoke again. "You will answer when questioned. You will tell us what we wish to know, or face the consequences. Know that we have seen the destruction your kind has brought, and we have little consideration for your well being. Do you understand?"

"Yes, Ma'am," the imp said quickly. The alicorn's voice was firm and commanding. But there was something else, too. Hard to notice, perhaps, but the imp swore there was a hint of desperation in those words and that tone. Something he could take advantage of. He knew his chances were slim anyway. He knew he would be disposed of once they had what information they wished out of him. It was a desperate gamble, but then it was his only shot at things going better for him than that. He had been chosen for his scouting role on account of his charisma and luck, and he had to hope they would aid him there. "Your Highness, if I may... I believe we could come to an agreement."

"An agreement?" Luna leaned forward in her throne. There was anger in her motions and in her voice, but something else alongside it too. Desperate hope, the imp was sure of it. He had to use that.

"Indeed." He nodded his head respectfully. He had to choose his words carefully. "Something beneficial to both of us, in a way. I can provide you with the information you seek, at no real cost to you." He swallowed and prayed to the darkness that his next move would work out. "However, I would wish to discuss the details in private, and share this information with you alone." He eyed the blade hanging at the side of the guard standing next to him. "Without interference or witnesses."

The guards glared at him, clearly ready to cut him down right there. Some drew their blades, and others bared their fangs, primed to pounce on him as soon as the princess gave the go ahead. But she did not. Instead she seemed to be studying him intently, her eyes peering at him for any signs of ill intent.

He put on his most convincing expression and pressed on. "Surely, you wouldn't believe I could ever actually harm an alicorn. I was captured and overpowered by one of your guards alone, and I'd stand no chance against you. I also clearly believe you smart enough to see through any tricks I may attempt to pull. I merely want to talk, one on one, as a show of good faith. You'll be in no danger, and capable of striking me down yourself at any moment." He allowed himself a small smirk as he studied Luna's face. "Or else, kill me right here and find another one of my kind, if you can."

The guards, again, looked just about ready to take him up on the offer. But Luna raised one of her hooves and called their attention. "He speaks the truth when he says I am in no danger against a mere demon like him. I shall heed his request, at least for the while. Leave us alone."

"But Princess-" The guard at the imp's side shrunk back against Luna's gaze. She knew better than to question the Princess's judgement, and so did all the other bat-ponies in the room. Silently and a little begrudgingly, but obediently all the same, they began to retreat from their positions and headed towards the door. Eventually, after a minute or so, the last of them slammed the heavy double doors closed behind himself, leaving Luna and the imp alone in the room.

Luna spoke first, her voice firm and angry. "So, then. Now that we are alone, speak up. I do not have time to waste with the likes of you. Do not abuse of my courtesy."

"I do not mean to, of course." The imp bowed. "I thank you for your kindness, your highness. I ask you, then, what do you wish to know? I will do my best to answer your queries. I must warn you, though, there are details of our arrangement you are not yet aware of, and they are the reason I have asked the others to leave. I'm sure it will be no problem to you." As he spoke, he quietly and subtly began to flex his cock, letting the smell of it spread into the room. Not enough for Luna to realise he was up to something, and hopefully if she noticed it'd just lead to her being disgusted by him, but certainly enough to affect her. Alicorn or not she was a female, and he was a demon. Stronger though her mind may be, he'd still wear it down, and if he played his cards right he knew he could take down even someone like her.

Luna frowned at his words. "What do you mean? Do not speak in riddles to us."

"It is a sort of deal, you see," he explained. "It is how we imps and other demons work. We do not give things. Rather, we trade them. It is ingrained in our nature. You have given me this concession of leaving the two of us alone, and I shall answer your questions accordingly to the worth of this, but further information may require more of you."

Luna looked at him, and slowly nodded, mulling his words over. "I see how it is. Well, then. I shall not waste what I have gained. Where is your camp located?"

"The middle of the Everfree, not too far from the edge of Ponyville," the imp lied. "I could not give you more precise directions, as I'm not acquainted with units of measurement, but I could lead you there if we were to go there and I could likely point it out on a map, if it was to scale." That was also a half truth, but Luna didn't need to be concerned with such details.

"How many have you captured?" Luna asked. There was a tremour in her voice, and a flash of worry in her eyes. She was desperate for information, even if she didn't show it. Desperate to help her little ponies. The imp could use that.

"I do not know the exact number." That, at least, wasn't a lie. "Dozens, but perhaps less than a hundred. We do not keep count."

"Are they all alive?" Worry was heavy in Luna's voice and evident in her posture. Perfect.

"All of them," said the imp, and it was true. "All the ones we have captured still live. We do not kill, nor in general harm our prisoners." Time to cast his lure. "We prefer them living and healthy."

A jolt passed through Luna. Engrossed as she was in the questioning, she had not noticed the musk of his shaft spreading around. Her guard was low. Too easy. "What do you do with your prisoners?"

Time to hope his luck and charisma were enough. It would all be easier from there if he got her there. "That requires more from you. A secret of my kind is not so easily shared."

"Name your price," Luna spat out, clearly disturbed by the creature but willing to make a concession if it helped her get what she wanted. "Freedom and riches can be yours, if I find your information truthful and helpful."

The imp smiled. "I need nothing of the sort. Not yet, at least. What I ask of you right now is a simple kiss." A way to get her to taste him, if not yet where he would have preferred, and to get her closer, where she would smell more of him. If she accepted, it would all become much easier.

Luna looked taken aback, caught between surprise and uncertainty. Part of her wasn't sure if she was to take his words seriously or not, and part of her was repulsed at the idea of actually kissing him. Nevertheless, as the silence stretched and he made no sign of not having been serious, she eventually cleared her throat and stood from her throne. "Very well, then. If that is truly thy longing." She made he way down the steps of the throne at a slow, careful, measured pace, studying the imp with curious and judgemental eyes.

The imp merely stood, a smile on his face as he rested his hands behind his back and presented his face for the kiss. Luna's hesitation was nothing if not useful to him. More time for his odour to flow to her and in her, subtly but surely wearing down her reason and care. He had her. He just had to be careful, and play his cards right, but for a fact he knew that he had her right where he wanted her.

Luna stood in front of him, hesitating still. She eyed him with open disgust, peering down towards his tiny form and wrinkling her nose at his smell. Eventually she swallowed, bent down her long neck, and planted a single brief kiss upon the imp's cheek. She quickly drew back, and moved back to sit upon her throne once again. "I hope that will suffice," she said as she walked up the steps.

"It shall for now," the imp replied, stroking his cock as Luna wasn't looking. "We rape them." He was quiet then, awaiting Luna's reaction to his answer.

Luna paused mid step. She was still and silent for a moment, and then she turned, fury and worry and disdain equal in her eyes. Her voice was a hiss, and yet loud enough to echo across the vaulted ceiling of the throne room. "You do what, you filthy scum?!"

"We are sexual creatures," the imp explained. He kept his cool, regardless aware that he was treading on dangerous ground. He hadn't anticipated such a strong reaction, thinking Luna already had to know some of the deails of how the creatures from his ancestors' words operated. It wasn't exactly his world considering he'd been born in Equestria from a filly named Sweetie Belle. Regardless of that, he had to hope her need for him as a source of information outweighed her evident hatred towards the acts his kind committed. "We exist to reproduce, at an accelerated cycle. Mares and fillies are brought in, fucked, and then give birth to more of u-"

Suddenly, the imp found himself on the floor, air cut off from his lungs. Luna was on him, pressing her hoof down over his chest, huffing hard as her eyes narrowed to vertical slits of pure anger. "You said fillies?" she asked in a voice cold as ice and dark as a starless sky.

The imp's blood physically ran cold and he shivered. But he had to keep it together. He wasn't dead yet, and Luna was close to him. Smelling him. Keep it cool. He could still come out on top. "I did," he managed to say despite the lack of air. He was thankful when Luna stepped off of him, only to immediately be filled with worry anew as she grabbed him in her magic and held him firm in front of herself. Right with his cock beneath her nose, even if she didn't realise it. He held back a smile.

"Give me one good reason why I shouldn't unmake your pitiful form this instant and scrub away the bloodstains with fire," she growled.

The imp's response was cold, manipulative, and measured. "I am your only source of information right now. Killing me won't stop what is happening at the camp my tribe resides in, which you are more likely to find if you spare me. I can still provide you with more details, even if you choose to kill me later regardless. You gain nothing by ending me now."

Luna glared at him, but soon dropped him onto the ground. She moved to her throne again, and sat down on it. The imp did not dare stand, merely shifting to a kneeling position instead. "You raise a good point, for being a disgusting vermin," she said eventually, after calming her breath. There was a blush on her cheeks, and inwardly the imp smiled. "How many fillies?"

"About as many as the mares." That too was true. "We raided a schoolhouse as one of our first targets."

"How can you live with yourselves?"

Luna had meant it as an insult more so than a question, but the imp took advantage of it all the same. "Another kiss." He could tell Luna was panting, and clearly struggling to think clearly. He dared be a little bolder. "On the lips, this time."

Luna glared down at him. Then she stood and quickly approached him. She planted her lips on his own. The imp was quick. His tongue parted her lips and wrestled her own, filling her mouth with his saliva. Luna drew back, sputtering and blushing harder, beginning to realise something was amiss but already too far into it to pinpoint what exactly was wrong.

"The fillies love it," the imp said. "They beg us for more. They scream for our cocks, and the mares do the same, renouncing their husbands and coltfriends and worshipping our superior virility. They bloat with our cum and birth more of our kin, and they adore every second of it."

"You lie!" Luna was struggling to stand. "Filthy, disgusting creature."

"I do not," the imp said. "I can reveal to you exactly why that is. But such a secret requires a greater price than what you have thus paid." He flexed his cock, and was pleased when Luna's eyes settled on it. "Offer your body to me. Turn around and part your thighs, Princess."

Luna hesitated for a moment. Then something clicked wrong inside her brain, as the next wave of musk from the imp's cock hit her nostrils. She did as she'd been instructed to, as the pheromones and commands overrode her conscious thought. She turned around and lowered her front half, exposing her backside as she flagged her tail. Her legs spread and she waited.

She did not have to wait long, as the imp's tongue darted forward and sank within her folds. Luna gasped and her legs bent at the sudden intrusion. The imp savoured her marehood, tonguing her deep and forcefully. Then he pulled back from her, and licked his lips. True to his words, he gave Luna the answer she sought. "We imps have the power to turn any female into a sexual object for us to use. We can alter their minds and make them willingly submit their bodies to us. It is part of our nature."

Luna gasped. She did not move from her position, though she brought her tail down to cover the entrance to her sex. "You lie. Surely, what you say cannot be true." She composed her posture a little, but still she stood turned away from the imp.

"Is that what you believe?" the imp asked. "I assure you I only speak the truth. I have even more to reveal to you, if you'll will to keep trading with me."

"No, I..." It was clear that indecision reigned within Luna's mind. On one hand she was starting to become aroused by the imp, and on the other she refused to acknowledge it, which would only justify itself in her choosing to keep trading with him for knowledge. On one hand she still craved information, and on the other she did not want to believe his words, but the latter only fed into her previous struggle. It was a pernicious trap that would only drag her deeper, and the imp was confident now in his ability to win over her. "I shouldn't, I should..." She swallowed. "Name your price." A harder edge entered her tone, even if she was only putting on a facade. "I will not fall for your tricks, creature."

Too bad she already was falling. "Spread your legs again, and do not move." Time for the killing blow. "Allow me to do anything with you, and you'll be able to ask anything of me. A fair trade, I would say. Now lift your tail, Princess, and give me access to my price."

Luna hesitated again. It was clear she did not wish to actually follow through with the request. But the more she lingered, the more her resolve waned. She was already on the edge, and every moment her mental walls were being eroded by the imp's fluids already within her. Her nethers were burning up where he had licked her, and her head was growing foggy, her mind hazy with lust as thoughts seemed to melt out and flow as drool from her lips and arousal from her sex. Without even realising it she was spreading her legs and flagging her tail again, and almost forgetting that she had questions she wished to ask in exchange. Seemingly regaining herself a little at the last moment, she said, "Do as you will, but do not..." She huffed. "Do not believe you've broken me."

How foolish. The imp climbed up her backside, sinking his clawed hands roughly in her flesh. He lined himself up, ready for what he knew would be her undoing. "Go ahead," he said smugly, sure of his upcoming victory at that point. "Ask away your questions." As he said that, he thrust forward with his hips, spearing his massive cock within the confines of Luna's sex.

The effect on Luna was immediate and tremendous. Her body lurched forward, and her voice squealed out. For a moment her eyes rolled back. Her wings quivered and spread halfway, and a spark of wild magic flared off her horn. She was panting, her face coloured red by a strong blush. Her hind legs shook and her nethers throbbed powerfully around the invading presence within them, and she moaned as she came to her senses more properly and felt the full size of what had made it inside her.

The imp tugged at her tail. "Well? I await your question, Your Highness."

Moments passed in silence. Luna struggled to find coherency among the wreckage of her shattered state of mind. She did not know what to think in her conditions. It was all overwhelmingly too much. Worse, waiting was not making it better. Every moment that passed the cock within her seemed to heat up, or perhaps her own insides were flaring with a heat she'd never known before. She'd never felt sensations like those before, never thought she'd be so thoroughly pinned down under mental strains so great and powerful tearing apart at the seams of her reason. Still she had to find purpose and stability in it. She had things she wished to know, and knowledge to acquire in exchange for her sacrifice. She began to ask her question. "What-"

And then the imp thrust into her. Any semblance of mental coherence Luna had managed to gather for herself shattered anew with the wave of sensation suddenly coursing through her. It was too much, simply too much for her to take. A choked scream escaped her throat, a wail of pleasure halted by the sheer shock of what she was experiencing all of a sudden. Her eyes rolled back into her head and her wings spread all the way, and a line of spit dribbled down her chin. The imp took that as his chance to rub in his clear victory. "What's wrong, Princess? Aren't you going to ask anything?"

Luna tried again to compose herself to some degree. Again, she failed, as the imp once more thrust within her with the full size of his shaft. His balls swung wide beneath him, hitting her winking clit and shooting sparks of white hot pleasure all the way up her spine and into her brain. Her mind was going completely blank, incapable of keeping up with the influx of ecstasy that being fucked like that brought. She was weak before it, utterly overwhelmed by the imp's sexual energy.

He did not slow down. He only pressed his advantage, sure at that point that he had won over Luna completely. "I know what's going on," he gloated as he fucked her faster and harder. "I'll tell you, even if you didn't ask, as you've been so gracious as to allow me to keep using you like this. The matter is that you like what's happening, isn't it?" He laughed. "You're weak, Princess. Royal though you may be, you're just like all the other female ponies I've fucked. Deep down you're no different from a common mare or a little filly, and you are submitting to me, as is your nature!" He underscored the last sentence with a series of particularly powerful thrusts within her.

Luna was in no state to reply to him, far too overwhelmed by the assault on her senses and sex that he was carrying out. The thick musk of his cock had become impossible to miss, and though a deeper instinct still told her to gag at it she instead could only drool as it slithered heavy into her nose and fogged up her brain. She still felt the taste of his tongue burning inside her mouth, and her head was spinning. Her legs were weak, and the front ones gave out entirely as her hind ones shook with each thrust she received. The only sounds that came from her were deep, throaty moans. Her spread wings drooped at her sides, occasionally wracked by a quiver of their own. She was submitting entirely to the imp's sexual assault, powerless in the face of it as her mind tumbled down on itself in an ocean of sexual pleasure without compare.

The imp had one more trick up his sleeve, though. One more ace in the hole to fully ensure Luna would break beneath him as every other mare had. Suddenly and without halting his thrusting rhythm, he produced two vials of different looking potions. The first one he quickly uncorked and downed himself. For the second her removed the cap, leaved forward over Luna's back, and forced the neck of the flask between her lips so she would drink from it.

Luna did not want to, but her will was scantly her own in her conditions. She could not stop her lips from opening even if she'd been lucid enough to want to, and as the glass slid past them and the fluid began to flow her natural instincts took over for her and she began to drink. The fluid burned on the way down, but in a pleasant way that left her mouth and tongue tingling with delightful heat. The effects on her were immediate and quite clear.

All of a sudden her teats, previously just darker nubs beside her marehood, flared up with piercing heat and began to immediately and rapidly swell. They grew and grew until they were at a quite significant size, bigger even than the imp's balls were, swinging with each motion of her body and each impact of his hips into hers. More than just their growth in size, they farther swelled with content. They became heavy with milk, and so full that they began to leak it out of her nipples, leaving quite the noticeable puddle onto the floor of the throne room.

Her nipples, rendered extra sensitive by the potion, burned with pleasure as her milk flowed out. Combined with the feeling of pressure from suddenly having her tits so full, and with the heat she'd felt as they grew, Luna's mind was assaulted with so many new sensations it became impossible for her to think straight anymore even if she'd focused her full will into it. She became a slave to her senses, overpowered by primal lust and all encompassing pleasure.

And then came the changes to the imp himself to fully seal her fate. As his own potion began to affect him, his body too shifted and grew, though of course not the way Luna's had. His balls grew significantly, larger than Luna's tits had become though they did not reach as close to the ground as those did. They churned with cum stronger and thicker than what the imp had previously produced, and were eager to unleash it into the alicorn's body.

Then his dick too changed. Still within Luna, it lengthened and thickened to massive sizes, reaching far deeper into the Princess's sex. That was the final nail in the coffin, the final push she could have ever possibly needed. Something inside of her definitely snapped, and she was broken. She screamed in pleasure and lust, a guttural sound without meaning beyond that of her own submission. Her nethers quaked and quivered around the massive cock, spraying her juices to the floor to join her milk in a puddle there.

The vibrations thus produced finally drove the imp himself over the edge, alongside the extra tightness of her inner walls once his cock had grown. With a grunt of his own and a final powerful thrust of his hips, he drove his full thick length forward and deep into Luna and came.

Thick, hot, white seed flowed out of his shaft, kept into the alicorn by the sheer size and girth of the cock stuffing her full. Her womb swelled, instantly impregnated by the imp's powerful cum, and Luna came again. Her hind legs gave out and she fell to the floor, leaking milk and arousal and drool over the marble as her mind simmered in bliss and she utterly surrendered to her new role as yet another mare turned imp breeding material.

Corruption of Equestria: Sweetie Belle's Fate - Extended Edition - Ultra Deluxe Version

by Third Wheel

Filly's Night Out

Bonus Chapter 1: Bubblegum Brush

Bonus Chapter 2: Boysenberry

Bonus Chapter 3: Tag-A-Long

Extra Bonus 1 - Reunions and Enhancements

Extra Bonus 2 - Luck and the Moon