As he trotted through town, Thunder smiled and nodded to the ponies he passed. It was yet another beautiful day in Ponyville, with the sun dipping toward the horizon, and he was looking forward to seeing his little brother, getting a good meal, and sleeping in his own bed. While there wasn’t anything wrong with going out and performing with the Wonderbolts, nothing quite beat the creature comforts and familiarity of his home.

He slowed as he approached the front door of his house, reached into a satchel slung around his neck, and retrieved his key. There was no way for him to know if Rumble was in, what with it being the end of the weekend and all, but that was nothing to be worried about. As long as his brother hadn’t trashed the place in his absence, everything was going to be just fine.

“Rumble,” he called, unlocking and pushing the door open, “are you…”

His eyes widened, the words died in his throat, and he stood motionless, as he was unable to process the scene before him. The foyer and the living room were a mess, a strange smell hung in the air, and he could hear what sounded like grunting coming from deeper in the home. It didn’t look like they’d been robbed, but that did little to explain what had happened.

Pressing onward, he stopped in his tracks and lifted a forehoof. His lip curled and his brows knit when he noticed he’d stepped in something thick, white, and sort of sticky, shifting his concern to frustration. His best guess was that Rumble had spilled some ranch dressing while staying up gaming, probably with his friend Button Mash, though why the little pegasus hadn’t cleaned up after himself was anypony’s guess.

“Rumble - I swear to Celestia,” he grouched, storming in the direction of his sibling’s room, “we are going to have a chat about -”

“Oh buck!”

He faltered, recognizing his brother’s voice in an instant, but quickly hastened his pace. He was tired and hungry, so he’d be darned if he was going to spend his first afternoon back home tidying up after somepony else. Coming to Rumble’s room, he threw open the door and froze. For the second time in what couldn’t have been more than a few minutes, he’d stumbled upon something unexpected.

Laying on the floor and facing one another, Button and Rumble feverishly sucked one another off. Shocked couldn’t begin to describe the feeling of stumbling upon such a hedonistic display. He went to turn and back away, mortified for having interrupted something so inappropriate, but then he noticed it - the sheer enormity of the young stallions’ endowments.

Blinking in disbelief, with his curiosity eclipsing his embarrassment, he leaned in for a closer look. It wasn’t like he’d ever tried to inspect either Rumble’s or Button’s equipment, paying them no more mind than he would any other stallion, yet the size and shape of the tools they hungrily nursed upon simply didn’t make any sense. His brother’s stallionhood was monstrous - literally monstrous, and the little earth pony’s dick seemed more like a dragon’s than an equine’s.

“Rambunctious little things, aren’t they?” a rich voice purred in his ear.

Stumbling forward and nearly falling over the pair of shamelessly sixty-nineing stallions on the floor, he wheeled around. Looming in the hallway, mere inches from where he’d just been standing, was an absolute behemoth, the sort of figure that made even Big Mac look small in comparison, and it was not a pony - well, not any sort of pony he’d ever seen before. He stared at the unfamiliar creature for what felt like ages, watching as its lips curled in a smile to reveal a pair of savage, dagger-like fangs.

“H…hey - Cough - Thunder!” Button chirped, breaking his concentration and causing him to look downward.

“I - uh…” he murmured as the little stallion casually continued sucking his brother off.

It didn’t take a rocket scientist to figure out something was wrong - badly wrong. Rumble and Button, two stallions he could have sworn were straight, were so busy pleasuring one another that they barely paid him any mind, he realized it hadn’t been salad dressing he’d stepped in minutes prior, and there was a gigantic, imposing something within their home. Shaking his head and gathering himself, he glared over at the newcomer and tensed.

The colossus closed its eyes and bowed deeply. “Where are my manners? You must be Thunderlane ~ correct?”

“Who wants to know?” he breathed.

“I am Gilded Baron,” the creature replied, its voice even and low. “Judging from that look on your face, I assume you have questions - several in fact.”

Feeling no less ill at ease, he risked a glance down at his brother. Neither Rumble or Button appeared injured, though the way they were acting, not to mention whatever had happened to their stallionhoods, was disconcerting to say the least. Learning over at the beast, he tried his best to figure out what he was looking at.

Gilded may have had the fundamental form of a pony, though he could already tell that his unwanted guest was anything but a usual equine. The twisted helix of two horns, his size, the huge teeth - the more he saw, the less he was convinced that the intruder was Equestrian at all. As he met the fiend’s cat-like eyes, his thoughts swirled.

“Come, let us not disturb them further,” Gilded intoned, turning and waving for him to follow.

He wanted to flee, to rush off to tell Twilight that something had broken into his house, but he wasn’t about to leave his little brother alone with the mysterious behemoth. Hopping over Rumble and Button, he peeked into the hallway and spotted the interloper trotting toward the den. Whatever had happened, regardless of who this Gilded creature was, he was going to get to the bottom of what was going on.

Storming into the living room, he growled. “You better start talking and talking fast…”

“Of course,” Gilded hummed, facing him. “As I said, I’m Gilded Baron, an incubus from the abyss. Were it not for your brother and his friend, I wouldn’t be here.”

He blinked and stared over at the creature in awe, struggling to process what he’d just heard. “So you’re a demon?”

“Yes,” the beast responded.

“And my Rumble summoned you?” he pressed

Smiling back at him, Gilded nodded. “Him and Button, that’s correct. I was led to believe they were attempting to procure a succubus to entertain them for the weekend, though I think I met their lecherous expectations and then some.”

“You…you had sex with them?” he gasped, instinctively stepping back.

“It would be more accurate to say they had sex with me,” the fiend tittered with a smirk. “But I digress - yes, we’ve done the deed more times than I can be bothered to count.”

“But they’re not gay!” he insisted.

Leveling his tush at him, Gilded peeked back over his shoulder and flagged his tail. “Are you absolutely certain about that?”

“Yes, I think I’d know if…” Thunder couldn’t finish, gazing at the beast’s swollen, glistening pucker.

Unless Gilded had suffered through some inexplicable accident with some donut glaze, there was only one thing leaking from the demon’s ass - jizz and lots of it. If what he’d been told was right, there hadn’t been any laws, worldly or otherwise, broken. Rumble and Button were both old enough to consent, even if they were only barely legal, and neither of them appeared to be distressed by any stretch of the word - if anything, it seemed like they’d been enjoying themselves.

With his mouth going dry, Thunder stared over at the creature. Over the span of less than half an hour, he’d discovered his brother wasn’t as straight as he’d once assumed, learned fell creatures of the abyss were real, and found himself talking with a living, breathing incubus - all in all, it was a lot to take in. The good news was that nopony had been hurt, and that Gilded was surprisingly amiable for something that was supposed to be the embodiment of evil - the bad news was that now he had to make heads and tails of everything that had happened in his absence.

Recalling Rumble’s gargantuan, tartarian endowment, he shivered. “So did you - um - do anything to their - er…”

“Their stallionhoods?” Gilded quipped. “I merely equipped them with something a bit more suitable to their tastes. The enchantment is completely reversible and harmless, if that’s a concern.”

The news was a bit of a relief, but there was one more pressing question he needed an answer to. “Does this mean you’re here permanently - like, now that you’re here, are you free to roam the world forever?”

With a hearty laugh, Gilded shook his head. “Goodness no. I’m here on a contract - a simple covenant with simple terms. I’m here for the weekend, a mere few days, and I’ll be returning from whence I came once my time is up.”

“Huh,” Thunder grunted, seating himself and rubbing the back of his neck. “So Rumble and Button’s stuff will go back to normal when you leave?”

“Just so,” the demon affirmed. “If I may be so bold, try not to go too harshly on Rumble or Button for calling me here. Being young, impulsive, and desperate to sate their amorous appetites, the pair did nothing wrong.”

Eyeing the behemoth, he weakly shrugged. “I guess.”

“Plus they’re good stallions and meant no harm,” Gilded added, steadily wheeling around to face him. “It’s a shame I won’t be able to stay for longer.”

Thunder quirked a brow over at the incubus. “You don’t want to go back?”

“That’s a part of it, but I was looking forward to meeting you,” the beast explained. “Your brother speaks quite highly of you, singing your praises when he’s not ensconced with other endeavors, and I’ll freely admit that you’re quite easy on the eyes.”

Averting his gaze, he uneasily chuckled. “Coming from an actual incubus, I’m not sure how much that means.”

“More than you might assume,” Gilded snickered as his eyes drifted down to his flank. “Your height, build, that bold mohawk of yours, those beautiful eyes of yours - I dare say I’m a bit envious of your marefriend.”

Feeling his shoulders go slack, he sighed. “I don’t have a marefriend…”

It was true, though he wished it wasn’t. Despite his best efforts and years of trying his hoof at dating, nothing had ever panned out for him; to add insult to injury, his fellow Wonderbolts would often endearingly bully him for his floundering with romantic affairs. While there wasn’t anything inherently wrong with being single, there wasn’t much he wouldn’t give to find a special somepony for himself.

“Coltfriend then?” Gilded inquired.

“What? No!” he insisted, torn from his melancholy by the assertion. “Not that there’s anything wrong with being gay, but I’m not into stallions.”

“An enchanting, handsome stallion like yourself is single ~” the incubus gasped, holding a forehoof to his chest, “surely you jest?”

Solemnly shaking his head, he peered over to the monstrous stallion’s face. “I wish I was.”

Gilded grunted and got to his hooves, rising to his full, intimidating height. “That simply won’t do, unless you’re more of the ‘bed them and leave them’ type of stud.”

Again Thunder slowly threw his head from side to side. “If I’m being honest, I haven’t had much luck there either. Why am I telling you this?”

“If I had to take a guess, it’s because I asked,” Gilded noted. “Come now, stand up and let me have a good look at you.”

Pushing himself up, he stood and kept his eyes on the floor. Comparing himself to an ordinary stallion’s sexual achievements would have been embarrassing enough in and of itself, but he and the fiend weren’t even in the same league. While he’d only just met Gilded, it was as clear as day that the creature exuded amorous energy from every pore - so much so that he almost felt humiliated to be in the beast’s presence.

Gilded lazily circled him and hummed contentedly to himself. “And you’re absolutely, undoubtedly certain that you have no interest in stallions?”

“At this point, I’m pretty sure I’d know if I was,” he muttered, glancing up at his guest. “Why?”

“Simply because you’re ravishing,” the demon breathed. “Were you to don some lingerie and put on a touch of makeup, I’d have a harder time controlling myself than I already am.”

As he listened to the fiend’s claim, images of himself prancing about in marish attire traipsed through his head. He may have had a well-developed hindquarters, mostly because of all his dedication in the gym, but the notion that somepony, be they otherworldly or otherwise, would claim he was in any way feminine struck him as laughable. Pushing the intrusive concept from his mind, he pinched the bridge of his snout and closed his eyes.

“Some turquoise lipstick and a hint of blush would suit you well - quite well,” Gilded mused. “I’d gleefully trot through Tartarus with you clinging to my side, regardless of whether you were wearing a skirt or not.”

Suddenly understanding exactly what the giant was implying, Thunder started. “You think I’d be a bottom?”

“Well you’ve definitely got the build for it,” Gilded tranquilly answered, eyeing his rear before looking up and over at the wall. “Such a pity…”

Following the incubus’ gaze, Thunder scrunched his snout when he saw the clock on the wall. “I’m guessing you’ll be going soon.”

“Unfortunately,” the demon groaned, “unless…”

He remained silent until it became obvious that he had to press the subject. “Unless what?”

“Unless somepony wishes to extend my stay -” Gilded huffed, “alas, I won’t be able to savor your company for long. Not to wax poetic, but it would have been such a joy to broaden your horizons and show you sinful joys you couldn’t possibly comprehend…”

Against his better judgment, Thunder licked his lips and caved to his curiosity. “Such as…?”

“Pampering you beyond measure, treated like a Princess, and leaving you satisfied in every conceivable way,” the fiend whispered. “To put it bluntly, I may just convince you to second-guess your opinion of studs…”

As the behemoth brought a hoof under his chin and lifted his face upwards, Thunder trembled. With an astonishingly gentle touch, honeyed words, and heavily-lidded eyes, the beast had made it abundantly clear what his intentions were for him. As he went to look away, feeling his heart starting to race, the titan leaned in close and smirked.

“Would you like that?” Gilded cooed.

To his amazement, he wanted to say yes. As he’d mentioned, he wasn’t bothered by gay stallions - heck, one of his best friends, Soarin, was gay, yet it wasn’t until that moment that he’d ever entertained the idea of becoming intimate with a stallion. He held his ground while dwelling on his unexpected dilemma and grappled with the concept of succumbing to the creature’s wiles.

“Nopony would know,” the incubus breathed, his voice fainter than a whisper. “Why not treat yourself and taste the forbidden fruit? At worst, you’ll be able to proudly say that you aren’t gay…”

“B…but…” he feebly stammered, unable to meet the creature’s eyes, “what if Rumble or Button -”

“They’re too busy entertaining one another to pay us any mind,” Gilded cut him off. “I feel like the real question you should be asking yourself is ‘what do I have to lose?’”

Fully prepared to make a rebuttal, Thunder paused and pursed his lips. Gilded’s argument was so persuasive that he struggled to make an objection which wasn’t motivated wholly by his bias on the matter. Ignorant to his arousal, not noticing his stallionhood gradually slipping from its sheath, his bewilderment left him completely defenseless and allowed the giant to kiss him.

The sensation of pillowy, velvety lips against him brought him back to his senses, yet he didn’t retreat. With his eyelids fluttering and blood running hot, he swooned - swooned! It was only when he felt a thick, powerful tongue creeping into his muzzle was he wrenched back to reality. He leapt back as quickly as he could, stumbled over the coffee table, and sent himself crashing to the floor.

“Oh dear,” Gilded exhaled as he stepped over and offered a hoof. “Are you alright, darling? It wasn’t my intention to startle you.”

The breath hitched in Thunder’s throat as he peered up at the giant towering over him. The look of concern in Gilded’s eyes clashed sharply with the beast’s frightful size and aesthetic, and it captivated him. Remaining where he lay, feeling smaller than he had since he’d been a mere colt, he drank in his guest for the first real time.

While he’d initially been troubled by Gilded’s threatening fangs, powerful build, and uncanny appearance, he was stricken by just how attractive the incubus was. It was easy to see how a great many mares or stallions could find themselves enthralled by such a creature. He shifted slightly, becoming aware at the awkward angle he was twisted in, and attempted to push himself up - attempted in that, as soon as he moved, a golden aura surrounded him.

“Ah ah - my sweet,” Gilded tutted, levitating him from the floor as if he weighed nothing at all. “Allow me to bring you to your chamber for some rest. Though my time is short, it would hardly be fitting for me to forgo expressing my gratitude to such a gracious, accommodating host. You’re weary, stressed from all the surprises you returned home to, and you deserve to relax.”

“R…relaxing would be nice,” he numbly admitted.

“That you do, dear, that you most certainly do,” Gilded softly stated, bringing him to his bosom.

The demon’s body heat against him was a soothing balm, the heady, rich musk filling his sinuses with every breath was oddly bewitching, and the sweet flavor of the behemoth’s forked tongue on his palate was ambrosial - still, as phenomenal as those facets were, they were nothing compared to how insignificant he felt compared to his eldritch visitor. He’d spent most of his life being the biggest stallion in the room, ever since he’d had a growth spurt in his teens, yet Gilded was an order of magnitude greater than him. Fidgeting slightly as he was turned belly up, carried not unlike a Princess, he smiled an uneasy smile.

Gilded slowed as he entered the dimly lit room and made his way to the bed. “And here we are. Should you ever wish to see me again, I’m sure Rumble and Button would be happy to show you the ritual they used to bring me here.”

Pushing himself on one hoof, he frowned. “You’re…you’re leaving.”

“I’m afraid so,” Gilded drearily said.

Thunder understood that he was at a crossroad. On one hoof, he could let the fiend return to the unholy pit he’d come from - on the other, he could in theory prolong his visitor’s stay. There was no reason for him to do anything for the demon, yet he couldn’t shake the impression that he should get to know the creature - if only a bit more. As the beast turned to the door and made a step he threw out a hoof.

“Wait,” he blurted. “You said you wouldn’t have to leave if somepony wanted you to stay?”

With the barest hint of a smirk creeping across his muzzle, and a twinkle in his eye, Gilded shifted and stepped closer to the bed. “That is the case, yes, though there’s nopony who would want -”

“You can stay -” Thunder declared, “I…I mean, if y…you want to.”

Gilded grinned from ear to ear as he continued to draw nearer. “You…you mean that ~ don’t you?”

Unable to keep a smile from his face, he turned his head up at the beast. “Y…yes.”

“My dearest Thunderlane, I am in your debt,” the demon humbly rumbled. “As a show of my deepest appreciation, let me to…”

Thunder pouted his lips and closed his eyes, seeing Gilded’s beauteous face creep closer and closer. As the incubus locked lips with him, he shivered from his hooves to the top of his head. The first kiss had caught him off guard, but he was prepared - no, eager for the second. Folding one wing behind the demon’s head, he welcomed the long, forked tongue that slipped into his maw.

Gilded groaned, fanning the flames of his unspeakable, impossible desires, as he held the beast tightly. The passion coursing through him was unlike anything he’d ever experienced, fracturing the ignorant proclivities he’d adopted as truths. Soarin often teased him after shows or practice, telling him he’d find a cute coltfriend for himself after giving up on mares, although he’d never given the banter any credence - now things were different.

The kiss was incredible, beyond description, even if it ended far too soon. Chasing Gilded he withdrew, he opened his eyes before being gently pushed onto his back. The giant placed one tremendous foot beside his hip, then mirrored the movement on his opposite side, while he nervously reclined. It became clear that his guest wished to join him on the bed, although it was strange to have somepony step over him in such a way.

Continuing forward, Gilded giggled. “Just look at what you did…”

Thunder initially kept his eyes on the demon’s face, but his attention was drawn away by the sound of a dull smack. As he looked down the beast’s chest, his eyes nearly bulged out of their sockets. Swaying from the demon’s groin, leveled at him like a canon, was the biggest stallionhood he’d ever seen.

“Go on,” Gilded urged, taking another step, “it’s your fault I’m so excited.”

Laying fully on his back, Thunder gazed up at his visitor’s endowment. His own stallionhood, by all accounts being of a respectful size, was downright insignificant in contrast to the incubus’ length. As he inspected the throbbing, leg-sized shaft swaying just above him, his mouth started to water.

He moved without thought, propping himself on his wings and bringing himself closer to the hellish cock. With a tip as broad as his hoof, snaked with veins, and with a striking mahogany color, Gilded’s tool was dreadfully glorious. Knowing what was expected of him, he yielded to his lust and licked his visitor’s tool.

Gilded approvingly hummed above him, adding yet another layer of thrill to his beleaguered thoughts while spurring him on. Like an eager neophyte growing more fervent, he lapped away at the demon’s cock with less and less restraint. Some vestige of himself, of the stallion who’d sworn he’d never have any interest in bedding another male, pleaded for him to stop, yet it withered away with each stroke of his tongue.

Flinching as Gilded moved, wandering further up the bed, he was presented with the demon’s plump, weighty balls. Stars above - he was in awe of just how much of a stud the beast was. He moaned as he buried his snout in the thick folds of flesh between the creature’s length and nuts, huffing at the infernal musk that clawed at his mind. This - this was a real stallion, one who could claim anypony he so chose, and it was an honor to venerate such a being.

His lips and tongue, his hooves, his wings - he put them all to work at worshiping the titan. This was the way things were supposed to be, the rule of nature that the weak serve the strong, and he was fortunate that Gilded allowed him such an opportunity to learn such a lesson. Ignoring his aching, drooling stallionhood, he put all his focus on his lover.

He came to a shuddering halt as the word flitted through his brain. Lover, that’s what Gilded truly was. Demon, stallion, incubus, huge, suave, charming - his guest was all these things and more, yet a paramour was what truly defined him. The epiphany was liberation incarnate, freeing him from his self-imposed shackles and sending him into a frenzy.

“Dear…”

The voice went in one ear and out the other, barely registering as he mopped the sweat from Gilded’s balls with his tongue. He could have spent hours under the stud, basking in the glory of the divine beast’s splendor - sadly, it wasn’t meant to be. Gently forced to the mattress by a soft glow of sorcery, he frantically watched the demon hop off the bed.

“I…I’m sorry,” he pleaded, knowing he’d transgressed. “I didn’t mean to -”

“Ssssssssssh,” Gilded hissed, smiling broadly and moving him to the foot of the bed. “I’m not upset with you - in fact, I’m elated that you’re showing your true colors. A lovely mare like yourself shouldn’t be ashamed of their wants.”

“M…mare?” he repeated as his hind legs were magically lifted and splayed.

Rearing onto his hind legs, Gilded placed his forehooves to either side of his hips. “You’ve spent your entire life thinking you’re a stallion, but look…” he softly remarked, shuffling forward. “You’re just a cute little mare who’s desperate to be bred ~ aren’t you?”

Feeling the unfathomable weight and heat of Gilded’s stallionhood gliding over his groin, Thunder peered down his chest. He wanted to be pinned down and rutted like a needy mare in heat, and that longing drove him to the brink of madness. What little rationality he had left screamed at him, telling him that to be defiled by something so monstrous was reckless at best and dangerous at worst, but he didn’t listen to it. Peeking up at Gilded’s face, he locked eyes with his mate.

“Aren’t you?” Gilded repeated, just as softly and sensually as before.

“I…I…” he unsurely began, finding it difficult to speak. “I am…”

Rolling his hips back and bringing the tip of his length to bear, the demon snorted. “Thank you, Thunder - now then, tell me what you really crave…”

Hot breath washed over his face, his chest heaved, and he was so hard that it hurt - in spite of all that, he knew what he had to do. Lifting his head ever so slightly, he kissed Gilded once again. He wasn’t sure if he’d be able to handle what was going to happen, but he wanted it all the same.

He pulled back after a moment, leaving glimmering strands of saliva connecting between his and Gilded’s lips, and held his lover’s gaze. “Breed me…”

“As you wish,” Gilded uttered, “but first…”

A wave of bliss flowed through Thunder, prompting him to squirm in glee. While he couldn’t say exactly what had just happened, his best, most logical guess was that Gilded had done something to prepare his body for what was to come. With his pucker winking against his mate’s bloated cock-head, he nodded and gave his consent.

Gilded drove his hips forward, gradually increasing the pressure on his entrance. To his bewilderment, his virginal backdoor gave no resistance to what should have been a harrowing intrusion. Bolts of pleasure assailed him, causing a delicate, marish whimper to creep past his lips as his depths and needs were filled.

Pre-cum flowed from his twitching shaft, painting his belly and pooling in his navel, while his eyes rolled to the back of his head. His masculinity, the very concept of being a stallion, was flensed away from his being, revealing a side of him he’d never known existed. His athletic build, his bravado, and his sexuality crumbled to ash as he blossomed into the being he was meant to be.

The revelation of who and what he was was apocalyptic and led to the strongest climax of his entire life. Ropes of jizz spattered his chest and up to his chin, his rapturous wail rang in his ears, and a profound joy filled him before Gilded had even hilted him. In defiance of the impossibility of it all, he basked in the joy of his metamorphosis.

“Dearest,” Gilded murmured, cutting through the fog of ecstasy, “do you want it?”

“Y…yes,” he bleated emphatically, clenching around the root-like trunk of the demon’s shaft, “more than anything!”

Withdrawing a portion of his monstrous stallionhood, Gilded braced his hind legs. “Good.”

Thunder’s pucker was drawn out by his lover’s backstroke, fighting the behemoth’s retreat before being stuffed back in. Gilded’s first real thrust was mind-meltingly incredible, making his hooves curl and back arch in glee, and it was quickly followed up by a second, third, and fourth. It was all he could do to howl and bleat like a bitch in heat, relishing his role as a warm, fleshy sheath for the stud’s cock.

The entire situation was insane. Less than an hour ago, he would have sworn that he was as straight as an arrow - now he was being plowed by somepony he’d only just met and was loving every second of it. His initial climax had crippled him and made him question everything he’d come to know about himself, but it was his second orgasm that undid him completely.

Even at his best, the quickest he could go a second round after cumming was around twenty minutes, enough time to recuperate and get himself collected - that was now a thing of the past. His refractory period was gone, erased in its entirety, allowing him to blow a second load before he even realized he was able to do so. The pitch of his voice shifted up an octave, stars danced through his vision, and his backdoor spasmed wildly around the girthy, pistoning length rearranging his insides.

“Precious,” Gilded hummed, pecking his cheek. “We’ve only just started and you’ve seen the light. Not to worry, I’ll plow every drop of seed out of you before we’re through.”

Thunder tried to thank the demon, to confess his unimaginable gratitude, yet all he could manage was an incoherent scream. He could never have fathomed that this was what mares experienced. The pleasure and intensity of being conquered, of submitting one’s self to a creature so much bigger and stronger than you - it was the embodiment of ecstasy. Rocking forward and back atop the sheets, doing nothing but moaning and whimpering to the heavens, he cracked open an eye and looked down at himself.

The imprint of Gilded’s stallionhood rhythmically appeared and disappeared within his abdomen, coming up to the base of his rib cage. He was nothing more than a cock-sleeve for the titan, an outlet for the beast’s desires, and that unquestionable truth brought with it pure, unadulterated happiness. His only regret, if he had to name one, was that he’d squandered most of his life without learning his place sooner.

He came more times than he dared to count, each one being more powerful than the last, until Gilded’s promise was fulfilled. His balls ran dry, having expended his essence long before the demon was even close to being finished with him, and yet the tide of rapture never seemed to end. If somepony had told him that he’d died and gone to heaven, that this was the eternal paradise that many believed in, he would have believed them.

After some time, though he couldn’t fathom how long, Gilded grunted and brought him back to the present. “Darling, I’m - Nnnph - close…”

The flaring stallionhood in his guts, the incubus’ breakneck pace, and the sheen of sweat on the demon’s hide told him what he already knew and gave him some sliver of strength - not much, but enough to make a declaration. “B…breed me!”

Like the invocation of the spell, the two words gave him what he so deeply desired. Gilded sensually groaned and hilted him, burying every inch of his length as he came. The scalding heat of a tsunami of seed surged into him with every throb of the demon’s cock, bathing his interior and marking him as his lover’s mare. Their voices cut through the air and echoed off the walls, a fitting crescendo for the consummation of what they were to one another.

Collapsing atop him and falling still, Gilded breathed heavily. “I hope it was as good for you as it was for me, dearest…”

“I…guh…” Thunder unintelligibly groaned, unable to form a sentence.

Turning his head and instinctively locking lips with the incubus, he closed his eyes and savored the tenderness of the moment. What had to be nearly a gallon of spunk sloshed around inside him, distending his belly and giving him a pregnant look, but he was content - well, mostly content. He abruptly pulled away and brought the passionate exchange to an end, his bliss tarnished by a concern.

“How…how long can you stay?” he timidly asked.

“My sweet,” Gilded sighed, caressing his cheek, “I can stay as long as you’d like me to stay - besides, I won’t go anywhere until our imps are born.”

“Our - Mmmn,” he groaned, sensing something shift within him.

Within his depths, something stirred - something that caused the corners of his lips to turn up. As inexplicable as it was, he could feel life blossoming within him. Gilded, in all his infernal glory, had somehow done the impossible and enacted what could only be called a miracle. He lifted his head and kissed the demon’s cheek, overjoyed with what would be a new chapter of his life.

“Tell me, love,” Gilded hummed, “is there somepony in town who could help me - us with our little family?”

“Y…yeah,” he replied, “I know just the pony…”

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