Succubus...
Succubus...
Terry stepped back admiring himself in the full length mirror. ‘Damn I look cool!' He thought, with his bleached out coat and gold painted hoofs. Even the long golden spiral horn sprouting from his forehead looked great. The magnetic implant he'd had placed in his fore head working perfectly! He could actually pass for a real unicorn, if there were real unicorns still. Carefully he fluffed his fetlocks and mane, then adjusted his skimpy loin cloth. This was going to be the best costume party ever. And he was sure to win the prize for most creative costume. Heading down to the street, Terry quickly caught a cab.
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And as expected, his simple, but effective costume draws quite the attention at the party. Eager looks from various fillies, as they gazed over his near nude form. Wondering what that might be hidden under his loincloth. Heck, even some studs and a few cute vixens glanced his way with more than mere casual interest. All in all, quite something to make a guy feel like he owned the world. But there is plenty of other well made costumes, vixens dressing as Amazon warriors. Wolves hitting it out with ripple clothing and a feral looks as werewolves and many more. And it became fairly obvious that he wasn't going to win any prizes, with his great look. Still as the night moved on, his enjoyment slowly rose along with his intoxication. By the time the party ended around midnight, Terry was so sloshed he staggered out into the dark night alone. Wandering down the empty side walks whistling to himself...
Unbeknown st to Terry, someone had been watching him with quite other desires in mind; an almost maniacal look on his muzzle. It was a scrawny pony with an almost sickly look to him. Leaving one wondering how much of it that was make up, and which was real. He draws out a cell phone and speaks into it in a hushed voice as he sees Terry leave. The first indication of something is wrong, reaches Terry's inebriated brain as he realizes he's being followed. Sounds are coming from seemingly everywhere in the dark, just how many are there? Glancing around Terry's big eye's scan the darkened streets, but he can only seem to catch sight of moving shadows. That seem to race and swarm all around him, grunting uncomfortably the big stallion began to trot. The sounds of his hard hooves clip clopping on the hard concrete as he stumbled around frantically. A sense of dread... dulled by drink but still potent filling his befuddled mind. Making his heart pound as he turned first this way then that! Until he was totally lost, among the narrow alleys and twisting back streets.
Unaware that he was skillfully being herded just where his pursuers wanted. As he turn into an alley, two robed and hooded figures appears at the other end. Wielding baseball bats in a menacing posture. They are completely silent, and Terry cannot see what or who they are. Thanks to those heavy robes, which has some odd glittering sigils upon them. Looking around, he find that another pair of hooded assailants blocking his retreat! They likewise are wielding bats and were approaching menacingly. ‘This is not looking good!' Terry thinks as he spins back and forth. "Errr... look guys... I don't have any money..." The big horse slurred drunkenly, as he looked back and forth from those in front of him to those behind. "No pockets... see." He explained gesturing to his skimpy loin cloth hoping this would be enough. Even as he tried to decide which way would be easiest to break through. "Why don't we just be friends..." He offers... thinking it would be better to be ravished than killed. The lead of the hoodies starts to chant, and the other 3 pick it up. It has a very sinister sound to it.
The trapped stallion has a feeling it is old Latin, as his pointed ears caught something that sounded like. 'Sacred Blood' But that is all he can get out of it, as the first hoodie brings the bat up to strike. Spinning he's struck, the next and the next hoodie come in. Until he is battered, bruised body collapsing onto the cold ground. Now the cultists act, their leader gesturing animatedly. As his three companions pick up the horse's prone body and unceremoniously dump him into the back of a waiting van. When Terry finally wakes, groggy and sore all over. He opens his eye's and wish's he hadn't!
The costumed stallion finds himself in a cellar room, which had been methodically refurbished. Making it looking almost like a church, and where he is laying. Bound spread eagle on the black satin covered altar. Definitely this isn't the church he knows, the pentacle symbols everywhere making him realize he's been abducted by a coven of warlocks! ‘Unbelievable, is there really someone who believes in this stuff?' The bound stallion wonders as he test his bonds. "Errr... what the fuck..." Terry moaned softly as he looking around taking it all in... it was all just so unreal! For a moment he was just to stunned to do much, then the idea came to him. "Ok... where's he at... where's Cameron?" "This is one twisted joke even for Halloween dude!" He whinnied struggling against the rusted chains which were uncomfortably cold and painful on his flesh. "Awww come on let me go... a jokes a joke but this is going way to far..." Just the Terry hears a voice.
"He is a awake!" "Awake... it is time!" The young stallion sees five hoodies step into the chamber, holding a candle each. Which they place in iron sockets around his bound body on the altar, forming a pentacle of light. "It is our time at last!" "We found a vessel of purity... the gates between the worlds shall be thrown wide open!" "Letting forth the Mistress of the Fiery Pits!" A shiver runs down the studs spine as he hears these strange comments.
"Ok this isn't funny anymore..." He grunted real fear beginning to show in his eye's as he realized how helpless he truly is. "I'm going to call the cops, if you guys don't let me go right now; and give me back my clothes." His muzzle going crimson red with blush as he lay naked before the odd group. The lead hoodie commands.
"Prepare the vessel for the sacrifice!" One by one they shed their robes, none of them are people Terry knows. But all of them are scrawny and runty looking equines of some type. All of them having a maniacal gleam within their fevered zealot eye's. Their leader speaks, and Terry realizes he'd saw him ogle him at the party. "For years we have waited and searched, but at last we found the key for our heart's desire. We have waited a long time to find the vessel of purity. All the old books insisted that the greatest chance was to find one on Halloween! when the barriers between the worlds are at their thinnest. At last, we found you and captured you, we will wait no longer! You will be our sacrifice! Get him ready!" Two of the runty equines start to lick and snuffle over Terry's hefty package. Rubbing over the thick sheath and fondling his full heavy ball's. While a third expertly begins to rub and tease at the young stallion's nipple's. While the last is starting to lube up what looks like a quite uncomfortably big dildo.
"Sacrifice!" Terry exclaimed his already wide eye's going wider... as he looked around at the strangers. Realizing that they were no one he knew... so the chances of it all being a joke vanishing! "Listen I don't know what you guys are thinking... but I'm not... I... I... Ummmmm fuck!" He moans as the two small males begin to lick and tease his stud hood. Making the long pink and brown shaft drop out almost at once. 'Ummmmm damn... maybe this won't be to bad!' He thinks as the three stimulate him, then he notices the huge dildo! "Now just hold on here!" Terry moans in protest, but they are ignored.
With dread on his muzzle, he can only watch the thick head of the dildo getting pressed to his taut anus. As they keep licking and suckling on his aroused organs. The shackles too strong and holding him in place, no matter how much he tries to squirm away. As they begin to grind the huge oddly shaped dildo up into his bowels rather forcefully! Twisting it around to help getting it in, he is thankful. ‘At least they lubed it.' He though as he virgin rump is quite a strained. "Son of a..." The big stallion swears, struggling and straining to pull away from the huge dildo; as it's forced up his anus... The muscles unused to opening, clench close instead and are ripped as the huge slick dildo is thrust totally into him! "Gods!" He screamed as the pain in his rump blended with the pleasure in his loins mixing into a sweet agony. One runt secures a cock ring at the base of Terry's mighty stallion hood. Keeping it forcibly erect and throbbing, as the other strokes him repeatedly. Eagerly licking and kissing over the drooling tip. The last one keeps pinching and rolling at the young captives nipples, while staring enviously at his massive erection. All while Terry can hear their leader chant in a language that sounds like debased Latin and sends shivers down his spine.
"Fuck... Ohoo Fuck..." Terry panted softly under his breath as spurts of watery equine pre erupt from his trapped organ. The runty cultists seem to be moaning with excitement around him. As he squirms from the intrusion into his bowels. Were he looking he would see all of them were sporting hard on's. Though they were puny and pathetic in comparison with his own. Their leader closes his tome with a resounding thump, and picks up what looks like a quite wicked sickle.
"The unicorn has been defiled in his ass, and now the harvesting shall commence! Light the brazier, that shall call the Mistress to our world!" One of the runts moves over to roll a brazier over, and sets it alight. Sprinkling incenses into the fire, and filling the air with sweet smoke. Terry lay bucking on the big invader up his ass for a long moment after he heard it... Then lifted his head and looked at the leader in disbelief.
"Unicorn!" Terry half choked, half chuckled as he noticed the naked hard ons surrounding him. "You don't seriously think I'm..." Then the rest of the leaders words dawned on him. "Haresting... harvesting what?" He demanded, realizing that if they were crazy enough to think they were molesting a real unicorn. They were no doubt crazy enough to kill one as well. Their leader looks at him with that insane grin.
"Of course you are one, we have waited for years at Halloween. For one to come out, and play with the mortals on that one special day in the year. And our patience paid off, you are precisely like our book described you would be... As for what we shall harvest, what is the pride of a horse?" He asks cryptically, his hand moving down to stroke over the stallion's plump ball sac. Then expertly ties a noose around them, and uncomfortably stretching that sac. Tugging Terry's nuts to the bottom of it, as he ties the cord to an eyebolt.
"You... Your crazy!" "I'm an I.T. guy for..." The stallion began to protest, but then the maniacal horse's words made his protest freeze in his throat. He could be serious not that not... "You wanta cut a unicorn's ball's off?" He asked almost flippantly, even as his orb's were tugged down to the base of his stretched sac; and tied in place. The leader makes a gesture, and his runty underlings begin to work and suckle on their captives shaft once more. Obviously trying to drive him to an orgasm. While others rocks and works the dildo into his now debauched ass. Even as he could see their leader lowering the sickle towards his stretched ball sac.
"Yesss... so close, the vessels of the sacred pure seed. Shall be a treat to the dark mistress, and lure her from the netherworld. To grant us our heart's desire, in exchange for defiling you!" He is obviously not hearing Terry's protests, dead set in his belief of having caught an unicorn. And Terry begins to regret that he got his horn fixed up so well, with that magnetic implant! Just under his hide, to keep it in place with no visible strings or crude stuff like glue.
"I'm not a Uni... Uhuhuhu..." Terry tried once more, but his protests were driven away by grunts of pleasure. As those hot suckling mouths, combined with the wiggling thrusting dildo up his tail hole. To make his eye's roll with that odd mixture of pain and pleasure. "What are you talking..." He tried to question, as he shook and tossed his head. Trying to dislodge the fake horn, before the loon gelded him... But his own body betrayed him, the feeling of the dildo pushing over his prostate too much for that virgin ass. He can feel the powerful and familiar sensations of a strong climax; as it builds up from his prostate. His mighty stallion hood surging and throbbing with lust. In the brief second before his rich cream starts to spurt out and greet the eager muzzles. And within that second, the sickle lashes down, brutally ending his orgasm! As his testicle's are severed with one wicked slash! Streaks of blood comes up, along with the cum. As the runts forcibly masturbate the gelded horse through the ordeal. Terry can even feel the unsettling feeling, of a warm tongue licking over the raw and throbbing castration wound! Where a male never should be licked ever, immediately the leader scoops up his severed ball sac. And empties it over the brazier, starting to chant as the smoke of burned flesh fills the room! Which seems to spread... could it be, smelling of sulfur?
"Ohooooooo fuck... meee!" Terry moans as he's brought to the peak of pleasure, only to have it shattered as the sickle slashes. "IIEIEIEIEEEE!" He screams in pain but more in horror as he watches the blood spurt from his terrible wound. "Gods... Oh Gods what have you done?" He moans weakly, falling back shivering in disgust as he feels the hot tongue lapping at his wound. Disgust almost instantly replaced with loss and repulsion, as he watches his jewels cast onto the glowing coals. "Hey!" "No... that'll destroy... they might of been able to sew them bac..." He whimpers struggled to reach his burning jewels! The stench of sulfur grows stronger... the smoke spreading in the room.
Suddenly Terry can make out a form, and as the smoke begins to part. He sees the visage of a divinely beautiful mare. Full and round breasts, capped by milk leaking nipples. Completely nude, having a hourglass waist. But the visage of beauty is shattered when he looks over her arms, and from the thighs and down. Covered by black scales and terminating in wicked looking claws sporting sharp bony protrusions to maim and hurt with. Behind her stretches out a pair of over sized leathery bat like wings, having claws at all the joins. Her tail is not a equine's but sinuous lizard like. And at last, cruel ebony horns stand out from her forehead. Yet he can't take his eye's from her cruelly beautiful muzzle. Looking into that divinely beautiful face, marred by such icy cold and pitiless eyes. ‘This is a succubus!' Immediately the leader, and his cronies kneel before the demonness, rapture on their muzzles.
"Lady Lilith, you heard our pleas... we offer you a pure unicorn! Properly defiled in accordance with the old texts, in exchange for ours heart's desire. We want to be proud, strong and endowed enough to be the envy of all fillies! We refuse to be runts anymore!" The gelding is to stunned by this unbelievable sight to move or speak, and can only stare at the demonness. As she towers over them all... wondering what she will say. When she discovers that he's not in fact a pure unicorn stallion! But a rather normal lustful stallion! Lilith strokes a clawed hand over their faces in turn, looking pleasantly surprised.
"To think that we did not believe any unicorns left in this world... what a delightful surprise!" Turning to the brazier, she inhales deeply of the scent, puzzlement on her cruel muzzle. Moving a taloned hand, she snags up the burned nuts and pops them into her maw. Delicately chewing on them and swallowing. A look of displeasure crossing her muzzle that only Terry managed to see. The gelded horse watches in sick fascination as the beautiful demonness devours his former male hood. The look of displeasure on her cruel muzzle only serving to make her all the more beautiful. ‘Hell would be to pay now!' Terry thought almost snickering as he watched her.
"So this was an unicorn? I certainly are going to give your heart's desire... AFTER I AM DONE TORMENTING YOUR SOULS IN THE NINTH CIRCLE FOR THINKING YOU COULD CHEAT ME OF MY DUE!" She roared, with those words lashing out with both taloned hands. Driving them into the chest cages of the two nearest runts, and drawing them back with their still beating hearts in her hand's. Terry can see the stunned looks on their faces, as they clutch at their chests. Before falling over with muffled thuds. Dread descends on the room, the other two cronies scrambling to get away. But they are casually eviscerated, their guts spilling on the floor. Leaving just the leader, who hurriedly tries to mumble a spell of warding. But it fizzles uselessly, as the succubus is far too potent a demonic being. To be affected by such a minor ward, and she seizes him in one taloned hand. Lifting him off the ground, and starting to squeeze mercilessly. Terry can see him struggle to free himself, getting more and more blue in the face. Until the sickening sound of cracking bones reaches his point equine ears. As the cult leaders head lolls awkwardly to the side. The gelded stallion smiles as he watches the one who neutered him die.
"Hehehe." Lilith inhales deeply, and Terry can see glittering mists rise from the corpses of the slain runts. Having a vague shape of a horse, and being sucked into the open maw of the demonness... she claimed their souls. But then she turns to him.
"So what to do with you? I certainly can appreciate a proud stallion getting castrated at the peak of his orgasm! Though I had expected a proper unicorn when I felt the summons. However this outing wasn't completely wasted, I gained five souls. And perhaps also some fun for myself... Lilith grins and bats her wings. Gliding up to the altar and descending over the gelded Terry. Taloned hand's carefully grasping his still raging stallion hood. And guiding it to her sex dripping obviously aroused sex. With a sultry groan, the mare demoness sits down upon it, starting to ride him rather roughly. Terry can feel his own arousal rise, his erection swelling painfully hard with those lusts! Despite the fact of his castration, as she rocks back and forth on him.
"Fun for yourself..." The gelding begins. but then it becomes obvious as the demoness lands atop him. Guiding his surprisingly rock hard organ into her depths. "Ahhhhhhh!" He moaned as the hottest tightest orifice he's ever felt swallows his cock. "Yes... oh yes..." He moaned as she used him for her pleasure, like he was some living dildo. Lilith grasps her breast's mashing them together, as she cries out in infernal joy. A near painfully intense lust burning through Terry's loins, as his body reacts to the urgings of the sexual demon! His member hugely swollen and engorged as she draws out his deepest darkest lusts and magnifies them tenfold. Slowly and intensely working him towards a painful orgasm, as she bounces up and down on his straining, achingly hard stallion hood. Swift flickers of her wings, helping her to easily move up and down his rod. The former stud struggles weakly at the chains, trying to fondle his molester as she rides his hard on. Trembling as a lust unlike any he had ever felt filled him... the chain's squeaked and screamed as he pulled them apart. His now bloody hands sweeping up to grasp the demon mare's hot taut thigh's! Hip's rocking up as his back arched driving his big organ up into her. "yeah...fuckin' hell yeah!" He moaned in pleasure.
Lilith began to quiver, trembling as her body was wracked with pleasure. And then he can feel it, as his orgasm was practically draw out of him! To be absorbed by the demonness. His cock throbbing so hard as his impotent juices spurt up in her depths. Her taloned hands digging into the bulging flesh of her breasts, though not piercing skin at all. The blissful look lasts for a long moment, as she draws out his orgasm. Absorbing every little spurt he can give her. Her cunt feeling like heaven on his hypersensitive rod.
Terry's teeth clench, his body spasming and bucking! The dildo still planted in his anus bumping loudly on the stone alter as it does. "Ooooooooooooo... fuck me!" He squealed as his orgasm is devoured, and hers fuels his bliss to heights never before reached in his life. "I think I love you..." He grunts half jokingly. Lilith is a harsh mistress, and keeps roughly riding him. Until his prostate is aching from the work out she is putting it through. A smirk crossing her face at his words, but at last she's had enough. And pulls of his dick from her hot depths, sensing she wont get more from him at the moment. Even though he remains ragingly hard, covered in her dew and his own seedless juices. Terry can feel the infernally induced lust slowly fading from his spent member. Turning to face him Lilith smirks.
"I am feeling amused by the situation, and since I've not had a toy for centuries. I would make you this offer. But hurry up in deciding, my time in this world is growing short. Dawn approaches and the barriers between the worlds grow thick again. Come with me, and be my toy in the hells. Only by being my servant will you ever have a such powerful climaxes again. Refuse, and you will be an outcast here, ever ridiculed by the fillies and other studs. And forget everything about sporting such a raging boner for any serious length of time, again! I cannot force you, you are innocent, unlike these fools here. You have to..." Lilith explains stroking her clawed hand over Terry's raging hard on. ‘She tempts.' Damn yourself by choice..."
Terry lay back, his body still trembling in the blissful after glow of the pleasure. She had filled him with... the dildo in his anus stimulating his prostate and arousing him all over again. "You can't be serious..." He grunted, starring up at her. The memory of that orgasm making him spasm just thinking about it. "Wha... you... you mean I can't... won't ever again..." ‘Gelding!' The word throbbing in his mind! ‘Gelding, impotent, useless... gelding.' Lilith grins wickedly at him as she watches, sensing the emotional turmoil in his mind.
"I am sure I can make a nice nightmare out of you! There is plenty of lesser succubi, I would use you to rape for me. When they displease me... perhaps even to be a bed mate for me!" She whispers into his ear, her long and purple tongue flicking over his earlobe. Lilith breathes. "Decide, mortal, I have to leave shortly, and I will not ask again."
The gelding's body began to shiver so hard it was practically vibrating. The thunk thunk thunk of the dildo's base banging against stone, louder than his heart beat. "And I would still be... a... a stallion I could... even if I like..." His eye's flickered towards the dildo raping rear. As his mind was suddenly filled with images of himself here, limp and impotent! Fillies pointing and laughing... stallions sneering as he walked by. "Yes... yes alright... take me mistress..." Lilith smiles wickedly, a pleased look crossing her muzzle. Looking much like the kitty who had eaten the canary. Almost purring with delight, she breaks the bindings on his ankles. And helps him stand up wounds healing instantly.
"Well, then let us be off. I've no desire to linger here any longer... you are mine now." With those words she turns to the brazier, giving it a pointed look. As it starts to burn all of a sudden again, smoke filling the room. The acrid smell of sulfur burning in Terry's nose. The sight of the carnage filled room, is the last he saw as he left the mortal realm with Lilith.
In the days after, when police breaks in, they are left with quite a puzzling case! And eventually blows it off in the media as a freaky suicide cult.
FIN!