> Succubus Shuffle > by Darkdemonlucifer > -------------------------------------------------------------------------- > Chapter 1 > -------------------------------------------------------------------------- Being a mother was hard work. Being a single mother was doubly so. Being a single mother that had to work was a nearly insurmountable task without childcare. Being a single mother that had to work and was also a succubus? At that point Celestia was just fucking with you. That pretty well summed up the entire story of Puffy Gumdrops. She had believed that becoming a succubus pony would have granted her immense power to do whatever she wished. Being a lesbian she had hoped that it would allow her to exert power over other mares and get sex from them. That hadn’t exactly worked out. The mare worked as a janitor, she barely made minimum wage and had never planned to have kids, yet slung across her body were a series of plain black papooses slung off her body like ammo belts off some kind of deranged cowboy. She had lost count of just how many of them she had put on this morning, but there were currently a total of nine foals hanging off her. She just wanted to mop, but her children wouldn’t leave her alone. Calling them foals might have been a bit of an overstatement, as they didn’t really count as ponies. They all had red fur and golden eyes, just like their mother, but they also had fangs rather then flat teeth designed for munching grass, little demonic wings and long spaded tails much like was depicted in typical drawings of demons. Yes, calling them foals was incorrect. A much better term would have been imp, but then to Puffy, all children were imps. She sleepily dragged the mop across the floor, trying her best to stay awake. She hadn’t slept soundly in who knows how many days, she had lost count. Trying to focus on her work, she dunked her mop back into her cleaning trolley and then squeezed the moisture out of it, before planting it down firmly against the floor that she was mopping. This was an office building, or a set of flats? Honestly she didn’t know and she didn’t care. She got told to go to places and clean them, and then- Her head lolled forward and she had to use her mop to prop herself up. Her brain finally decided to shut down after being denied sleep for as long as it had. She was almost instantly woken up by one of her children suckling a bit too firmly at her teat, and the stallion that had been frantically pumping his way into her milf demonic pussy reaching another climax. Being a succubus sucked. One of the worst things about being a succubus was the fact that she was a lesbian. She had been expecting to get loads of sex with extremely hot mares, but unfortunately for her, it seemed that stallions were much weaker to succubus magic then mares were, or maybe she had just been had in the deal making. Originally she had just tried to hit on mares, but the stallions just kept trying to fuck her. The other bad thing was that she needed them to do so to be properly fed, actual food didn’t seem to do anything for her. The stallion currently thrusting into her had been a security guard or something, she just tried her best to ignore them honestly so she couldn’t be sure. The green stallion seemed to be having the time of his life however, slamming himself in and out of her like she was breeding mount. It was good that he was having the time of his life, because most stallions went until they either passed out or died. This one seemed quite strong, so maybe he’d make it. What had she been doing again? Her head was fried, but the worst thing about it was the fact that physically she felt absolutely fantastic. She had a perfect feminine form befitting a demon. Black leathery wings sprouted from her back, making her a kind of pegasus of sorts… The upgrade really wasn’t worth being leached off maybe, these little bastards kept trying to suckle her dry. Her hooves had a weird spike at her fetlock, which went down to the floor, with her hooves themselves sloping forward like those of a deer, giving her the permanent look, pain and awkward gait of wearing high heels. Along with this, her rear was absolutely huge, thickly padded for taking the strongest of stallions pounding into her. Her snatch was always soaking, ready to take the next cock, and thankfully it never seemed to get sore. Her womb was swollen again, another egg to add to the ones slung across her body ready to be squeezed out. The little imps above her flittered about. They grew up fast, teaching themselves to fly and growing strong by leeching off her teats, then once they were almost half the size of a normal pony, they flew off without so much as a thank you. She was struggling to keep herself awake. Her brain was crying out for some kind of rest, but she still had a few hours left in her shift. The stallion behind her was having another climax, and as she stared back down the hallway, she noticed the trail of stallion seed and other juices that had dripped all down the hallway. A long, loud sigh rolled from her lips as she moved a hoof up to the metal torc around her neck. It was simple in design, made out of black iron with a bright crimson gemstone set into the middle. A reminder of the pact she had made. What she would give to get away from this for just a day, get someone to look after her kids and leave. But she couldn’t leave them with anyone, they seemed to home in on her like fucking pigeons, and trying to hurt or ditch them would be breaking her deal and things would get so much worse for her if she did that. There was a soft thud from behind her as the stallion finally gave out. His cock slipped out of her, and hot stallion seed poured from out of her and dripped down her thighs. She had a layer of cum that had half dried there already. One she got some private time, she would need to wash herself off, but there was no point now, another stallion would just make more of a mess in less then an hour. She didn’t have time to sleep. Puffy wanted to at least pretend that her life was normal, even if that wasn’t the case. It was time to take a coffee break, coffee was what she needed right now. Looking down to the passed out security guard on the floor, who was currently snoozing soundly with the smuggest fucking expression on his face, she gave him a firm kick in the side, which didn’t even disturb his slumber at all. “Cover for me, cunt.” She hissed under her breath. Trotting outside, she begin to look for a coffee shop that was open. She was so fucking tired that it was difficult even to keep her eyes open for that. Thankfully she found a bench that seemed comfortable before she passed out again. Her children will still clambering all over her, two of them were desperately sucking on her teats as always, and getting comfortable with all the eggs tethered to her body was difficult, but she was so tired it didn’t matter. She didn’t sleep long, being rudely awoken by another stallion roughly thrusting into her, pinning her down onto her back as he did so. This one was blue and had a beanie. He smelled like he hadn’t had a bath in days, and one of her demonic children was currently gnawing on the top of his head. “I-I love you!” The stallion declared. Same shit, same day. They always declared their undying love for her, before giving into their feral urges and giving up on talking in favour of fucking every ounce of seed they had into her and then passing out into a coma. “Sure dude. Do you have money on you for a coffee, and know any coffee shops that might be open?” The stallion’s eyes were glowing a soft shade of red as a result of the demonic corruption surging through his brain. “I-I love you!” He boldly declared again. Right now Puffy wanted to throw him off a bridge. But it wouldn’t make her feel better, they weren’t even aware enough to feel pain. “Sure, whatever dude.” She grabbed him around the neck with her spaded tail, briefly missing the soft brown hair that had made up her old tail, even if this one was more useful. The tail was thin and leathery, much like a whip, ending in that razor sharp pointed spade that she pressed firmly to his throat. It would be so easy to kill him, but it wouldn’t change anything. She used her tail to pry him off of her, then climbed to her hooves and tried to make for the coffee shop again. He was on her again in moments. Blood was dribbling down his face from where one of her children had bit through his beanie, and she gently shoo’d the child away. Not because she cared about the stallion, but because she didn’t want other people noticing the blood. The stallion softly gasped something that was likely along the lines of his original comment, and then dumped another load inside of her. She didn’t know exactly how the succubus magic worked, but ponies within a radius of her just saw all of this as normal, at least until she left. That was one of the worst parts, because she felt extremely isolated in the madness of the whole situation. She found a small coffee shop designed to draw in millennials like flies and stepped through the double glass doors with a swarm of imp ponies and a stallion attached firmly to her flank in tow. Nobody cared. She waited behind a young mare in round glasses, the kind of mare she would have liked to fuck if she wasn’t so mentally spent. The cute mare with the glasses turned to her and gave a soft smile at one of the imp ponies currently curled into her chest. “Daww, are they yours? They’re so sweet,” The mare said, followed by “What are their names?” As she held out a hoof towards the one currently curled into her chest. The foul little thing saw the hoof as a threat and sank its fangs right into it, hard enough to draw blood. In response the mare simply let out another daww, this one making Puffy roll her eyes, “Ah, that one is called Bitey Fanger.” The mare raised a brow at this, then let out a giggle as the magic did its work. “He’s a hungry little thing, isn’t he?” She asked as it greedily feasted upon her blood. She gently pried the demon off her hoof, the stallion thrusting into her giving a series of soft gasps as he climaxed again, a large wad of thick seed filling her up, then backwashing out of her. It was her turn to order, so she stepped up to the mare behind the counter, trying to give her a smile while ignoring the blood trail the previous mare had left. “Yo, can I get whatever the strongest coffee you have is…” A soft little mewl came from her chest as the little leech looked up to her. “And, like…” She took a few moments to count, “8 Frappé meals.” Fuck this parental instincts. It was sick. She turned to the stallion who looked like he was about to collapse. “Yo loser.” No response. Giving a soft grumble, she pried off his beanie and ignored the graze on his head as she tentitively took his wallet from his greasy and sweaty mane. She was ready to vomit. Stallions like this always kept their wallet in their hat. She slid the money across the counter and the mare gave her a sickeningly sweet smile. “Of course miss. Table six and I’ll bring the drinks for you and the little ones when it’s ready!” The stallion behind her finally gave out, and she gently pushed him over into a booth away from where she was eating. His head lolled back, so she placed a menu into his hooves, then covered his still drenched member with several tissues, before returning to her booth. The coffee she got was giant, smelled like dirt and practically made her eyeballs tingle just from breathing in the fumes. The frappe meals consisted of several small cups of coffee that was more foam then drink, along with a puzzle book, packet of crayons and a bag of fruit. Her children ate everything, including the cup, book, crayons, and the fruit while it was still in the bag. She wasn’t sure if that was healthy, but as they experienced the first caffeine rush of their lives and begin to gnaw and destroy everything in sight, she was too tired to question anything. Slumping down at the booth, she once again drifted off to sleep. She wasn’t disturbed while sleeping. That was rare. She still didn’t get too much sleep, waking up to contractions as the egg inside her decided it was time to face the world. A mixture of pain and pleasure flared through her. Fuck. Spreading her legs she gave a soft gasp. Always getting knocked up. She needed to find a way to stop this from happening. These eggs grew within a week and then the moment she squeezed one out, it seemed there was another one growing inside of her. Investing in some kind of birth control would have been a good idea, but she was so fertile it wouldn’t do much. Pain. Pleasure. The two of them blended together as she bit down on her lip, then took a look around at her surroundings. They looked like the rapture had just taken place, the chairs were all ripped with their stuffing tossed around as if they had been disembowelled. The ponies around her were all covered in claw marks and had bled all over the place, or had so much blood drawn from them it seemed they were struggling to move. Nobody important seemed to be dead however. There was quite a lot of blood on the floor and the pretty mare that she had been looking at currently had no less then three imp ponies hanging off her, but besides the severe psychological trauma, most of these ponies would be fine. “Hey brats! Get off those ponies, you don’t know where they’ve been” She gasped, her eyes fluttered as she gripped firmly onto the table, her inner tunnel rolling over the egg. It was slightly larger then a grape fruit, which compared to an actual foal wasn’t very much, but with how many she ended up squeezing out, it was a surprise stallions could even milk themselves inside of her. Her spawn only half listened to her, but she didn’t care. Puffy was struggling to keep her golden eyes focused, they kept threatening to roll backwards into her head. She bit her lip almost hard enough to almost draw blood. Puffy’s body seemed to know exactly what to do, squeezing the egg along her birth canal as she tried desperately to stay focused. An orgasm ripped through her without any warning, and the only response she could give was hastily spitting out a curse as those wide hips bucked back and forth desperately. She couldn’t explain how or why squeezing out the damned things felt so good, but it did. Along with this, her body was being flooded with chemicals that snapped her to alertness harder then any caffeine could have. Yet at the same time it was like she was drifting in a dream, thoughts and memories floating away into a hazy fog of hormones and forced orgasms she didn’t even want. It was like even her own body had decided to fuck her, but she was forced to draw pleasure from it, just like every time a stallion dumped a load inside of her. The first egg begin to peak out of her, and she grit her teeth, rocking her hips as several more curses spilled from her maw. “Excuse me, can you not swear? I’m trying to feed my child here.” The mare with the round glasses asked as the one imp pony that remained suckled on her shoulder blade. Puffy didn’t even dignify it with a response, hissing loudly as the first egg slipped out of her and onto the banquette she was sat on, drenching it in juices. The egg, like all the others, was bright crimson with black lines spiderwebbing across it. She hadn’t realized before, but there was another egg squeezing out behind it. Twins were the worst. The blue faux leather banquette worked quite well as a space to lay out and give birth on. They really were making these spaces more accommodating. By the time the second egg was squeezing out of her, she was barely keeping herself awake. Her entire body was basking in the buttery feeling of an afterglow. Physical strength wasn’t an issue, her snatch gripping the egg firmly and forcing it out to join its brethren. The moment she was able, she clambered to her hooves, collecting the eggs in one of the pouches that covered her body. Her head was spinning, but she stayed steady on her hooves as she trotted over to the mare in the glasses, kicking the hoof of a stallion laying on the ground away before he made an attempt to mount her. “Hey, we should go get a drink sometime, yeah?” She said. The mare slowly raised her head to look at her, then simply fell over in a broken heap. Puffy gave a soft sigh, then headed for the exit. It was going to be a long day.