Seated on a downright opulent recliner in what was now his estate just outside of Canterlot, Gilded smiled as his eyes swept over the hedonistic orgy before him. For anypony, be they tartarian or otherwise, to conquer and claim several ponies in such a short period of time would be worthy of acclaim, but he wasn’t finished yet - not by a long shot. His gaze drifted over to one side of the cavernous chamber and settled on the youngest members of his newfound troupe.

Rumble tensed slightly, his thrusting faltering as the imp plowing his ass beat against his prostate. While he still wasn’t the biggest fan of bottoming, much preferring to be the one topping any creature who held any interest in him, he wouldn’t deny that having his tender p-spot battered while he was getting his dick wet felt incredible. Looking down at the imp that he was positively destroying, he smirked.

The imps were curious little things. Appearing somewhat like eyeless pygmy ponies, the creatures were as simple as they were libidinous. Each and every one that he’d encountered was the same, small, fanged, covered in black fur, and utterly insatiable when it came to carnal affairs - not that he minded. Fucking ponies was all well and good, but having an endless supply of asses or throats to sheath his monstrous endowment in was both convenient and gratifying.

“Tighten - Nnnph - up,” he grunted, reaching down and pulling the small beast’s tail.

The imp complied, clenching its hole around his pistoning length. One of the more interesting things about the beasts was that they all appeared to be male, although that was of little consequence. Gilded had mentioned that the runtish tartarians were effectively sterile, unable to reproduce on their own, but it was useful that they had stallionhoods - well, for some of his new roommates anyways.

Glancing over to Button, he watched his oldest friend being unceremoniously spitroasted by a pair of the demonic little buggers. Unlike himself, the young earth pony hadn’t taken the expression ‘’tis better to give than receive’ to heart. He shook his head as he turned his attention back to the imp beneath him and gave a particularly brutal thrust.

The creature under him mewled and arched its back, blowing its not inconsiderable load over the floor. Gay or not, there was something extremely satisfying about being able to make somepony cum without touching their dick. Hilting himself, he gyrated his hips and earned a pitiable whimper from his diminutive lover. Yeah, tagging along with Gilded had been the smartest move he’d ever made.

Though he’d never bedded an actual mare, his desire to do so had dwindled into inexistence ~ and why wouldn’t it? He could get laid whenever he wanted, only having to find an imp or pay Blueblood a visit to get some sensual satisfaction - besides, he doubted there were many, if any females who’d be interested or able to handle what he had to offer. While he may have still been a colt, his stallionhood could put most dragon’s to shame.

Chuckling to himself, he shook his head and continued rutting the imp. Even if his sexuality had taken a dramatic hit, he wouldn’t have changed a thing about himself or his situation. His best friend now lived with him, he had everything he needed to get by, and Gilded even gave him a small allowance to buy snacks or new games for his Joy Boy - in short, he was as happy as a clam after he’d moved away from everything and everypony he’d grown up around.

He’d never really given much thought about his future, figuring he would end up in a hopefully decent job that kept him afloat while he grew older, but he was happy he’d abandoned his half-baked plans to pursue a life of self-indulgence. Between having Filthy and Blueblood for financial support, Gilded had more bits than he could possibly count - which meant he, Button, and Thunder would only have to worry about pleasing their master and following what few orders they were given.

Sensing himself gradually reaching his limit, he hastened his pace and beat his hips against the imps upturned rear. He really didn’t understand what was expected of him, aside from occasionally being commanded to top either Gilded or one of his housemates, but that didn’t bother him in the slightest. As long as he didn’t have to go out and take some crummy job flipping hayburgers and slinging sweet potato fries, he’d eagerly stick his massive cock in whoever or whatever his master wanted.

He momentarily debated pulling out, painting the nameless imps back and face with his seed, but decided against it at the last second. Sheathing his shaft and groaning, he relished the sensation of his preternaturally large load surging into the small beast. Like many times before and many times yet to come, either due to the overstimulation or the influx of his essence, the hellish creature collapsed beneath him.

Riding the imp down, he rhythmically rocked forward atop his living cock-sleeve while the second fiend pulled out all the stops with fucking him. Ordinarily speaking, he would have kicked the impertinent critter off and told it to find a more willing hole to breed - fortunately or unfortunately, due to the mind-numbing ecstasy of his release, he was too euphoric to give it much thought. Sure enough, after only a few seconds passed, a warmth began flowing into him.

For being as small as they were, the imps were staggeringly productive. He’d watched them fill an entire pint glass with cum from a single climax - paired with their ability to go multiple rounds in short order, they could and occasionally would leave their partners bloated with jizz. Waiting until the fiend was at least partially finished, he bucked back, mutely sent the creature on its merry way, and turned his attention over to his friend.

Even if Button’s eyes weren’t clamped shut, the only thing he’d be able to see is the underbelly of the imp fucking his face. All he could smell was sex and musk, his tremendous stallionhood wept pre-cum over his bulging belly, and the carnal symphony playing out all around him filled his ears as he rocked forward and back between his pair of minuscule studs. While there was a pretty good chance that at least one of them was the fruit of his loins, he’d stopped caring about such things long ago.

Be it from luck or out of courtesy, the imp railing his ass shifted and started hammering his bitch button. He wasn’t sure if it was funny or sad that he’d become like this - either way, the irony didn’t escape him. Months prior, long before he and Rumble had managed to summon Gilded, he’d considered himself as straight as an arrow, having no interest in being anywhere near another stallion in a sexual sense, although that had changed in the most dramatic way. As - no, more prone to taking it up the ass than he was to be on top, he savored every moment of being used.

He reached upward and clutched the imp’s tush, spurring the tiny beast on. His throat, like the rest of him, had become more accommodating as of late. There’d been a time when he’d retch when trying to suck somepony off, back before his gag reflex had been beaten into submission, but things were different now. Now able to hold his breath for a significant amount of time, he could easily get his gullet swabbed by everypony save for Gilded himself.

Dwelling on his master, he inched closer to his limit. Gilded was perfect in every conceivable way. Just as likely top as he was to bottom, the incubus was everything he now wanted to be. He wouldn’t have thought his aspirations would be to follow in the hoofsteps of a literal demon - heck, he hadn’t even known demons existed a year ago, but fate had a funny way of throwing curve balls.

Up until several months ago, he’d always aspired to find a marefriend for himself, preferably a hot one who loved to slobber on his stallionhood. Little did he know that his wish would be turned on its head - sure, he still ended up topping from time to time, but he was on the receiving end of things more often than not. There was no way for him to know how things would eventually turn out for him, if he’d fully embrace his submissive inclinations like Thunder or Blueblood, but he was excited to see where his path would take him.

He flexed his legs and lifted his lower half as his stallionhood jerked excitedly. He could have cum several minutes ago, if his intention was to get off as quickly as possible, although he had more than himself to consider. With Gilded watching, he yearned to prove himself a worthy stud, to show how far he’d come, so he held off until he sensed the imp he was fellating begin to flare.

It was only with the wellspring of experience he’d accrued under Gilded’s discerning eye that he was able to hold back the tide of bliss threatening to consume him - still, the split second the pair of imps peaked, his resolve crumbled. With demonic spunk spurting from his nostrils, past his lips, and out of his winking pucker, he glazed his belly, chest, and face with his seed. His climax was fantastic, just as amazing as any other he’d had since moving to Canterlot, but there was one thing that would elevate it.

Pushing the imp away, he twisted his head to the side and freed his slickened airway. He was an abject mess, both filled and covered in jizz from the rutting and a spontaneous fucking he’d received not an hour before, although he wore his slatternly state like a badge of honor. As he looked over and noticed Gilded eyeing him with approval, a well-earned smile split his muzzle.

The rewarding moment was fleeting, lasting a scant few seconds before the incubus turned his attention to an even more depraved spectacle. Following his master’s gaze and looking to the side, he grimaced. While he and Rumble had taken to training themselves, exercising restraint to hone their amorous skills to a razor’s edge, the same couldn’t be said for everypony in the household. Almost the polar opposite of his brother, Thunder’s degeneracy was a thing of awe.

Straddling the once middle-aged earth pony, Thunder gnawed his lip and did his best to fuck himself on the stud’s massive cock - tried in that the brood of imps in his belly and udder-like tits made the task all but herculean. He was still a he in the most technical sense, having the biology of a male and viewing himself as such, but that didn’t stop anypony from treating him like a pair of warm, welcoming holes to breed as they saw fit. Flapping his wings to stabilize himself, having nearly lost his balance, he peeked down when Filthy sighed.

“Seriously, I expected better from you,” Filthy grumbled.

Thunder continued bucking his hips, doing what he could to please the older pony, and winced. “S…sorry, Sir.”

“Just get off and present yourself,” Filthy huffed, effortlessly lifting the pegasus off his turgid shaft. “For buck’s sake, I’ll do it myself.”

Knowing better than to question the stud, Thunder did as he was asked. Flopping to the side and rolling onto his back on the sofa, he splayed his legs and grabbed his fetlocks. If he hadn’t been knocked up, expecting a duo or possibly trio of imps within the next week, he would have gleefully bucked ridden the stallion like a seasoned cowgirl - regrettably, with his due date quickly approaching, his mobility was significantly hindered.

The good news was that Filthy was more than happy taking the reins and seizing control of the situation. Without a trace of hesitation, more concerned with his pleasure than anypony else’s enjoyment, he impaled Thunder and began thrusting. This was the natural order of things, a stud rutting a sow, and both ponies accepted and reveled in it.

Thunder’s eyelids fluttered and his breasts began leaking milk as he was dominated. Stars above, he didn’t know what he’d been thinking. For most of his life, he’d denied himself true bliss, ignorantly telling himself that he was only interested in mares, but Gilded had shown him the light. A pale shadow of who and what he once was, his figure having become more curvaceous and appealing to true males, he loved every part of his role in the household.

“Cum, whore,” Filthy demanded.

The words alone compelled him, resonating within him and forcing him to obey. His prick, shriveled and virtually useless though it was, twitched and painted the underside of his tits with useless spunk. Everypony in the house joked about how his endowment or lack thereof was nothing more than a lube dispenser, a limp little faucet to slicken real stallionhoods, and he loved it. Ever since Gilded had waltzed into his life, he could count on one hoof how many times he’d used his dick to get off - that being once and purely because Rumble and Button had forced him to jack off for their amusement.

Turning his eyes upward, he peered up at the stud making use of him. Filthy was a fantastic lover, basically a miniature version of Gilded, and he’d somehow been lucky enough to capture the stud’s interest. He couldn’t say what it was about himself that the earth pony enjoyed, whether it was the fact that he was a pathetic parody of a stallion himself or some other trait he held, but they shared a bed on almost a nightly basis. Reaching up with his wings, he caressed his beefy mate, closed his eyes, and expectantly pursed his lips.

Filthy looked down at the pegasus, knowing just what the simpering bitch wanted, and relented. Though he could have easily ignored the unspoken request and continued rutting Thunder like the cum-dumpster that he was, he shot forward and locked lips with the femcolt. Merely emptying his balls was all well and good, but having a trace of passion was the perfect accompaniment to the physical bliss of breeding his would-be mare.

Thoughtlessly pounding away, leaving his balls to smack against Thunder’s plush rump, he mused on how fortunate he was. His youth had been restored, his endowment and physique magnified to that of a demigod, and his earthly woes were a thing of the past, allowing him to live his life as he so chose - sure, he’d abandoned his estate, his estranged wife, and his ungrateful daughter, but those were insignificant in the grand scheme of things. Now that he had the power he’d always wanted, the world was his oyster.

He broke the kiss with Thunder and looked over his shoulder as an amused chuckle crept to his ear. Gilded gazed over at him with approval, warming his heart and reminding him of how much he owed the glorious bastard. His life was well on its way to going off the rails until the incubus had shown up, his marriage being in shambles and his business empire under threat - mercifully for him, he’d ended up being able to keep most of his wealth and had been granted a body to match his indomitable personality.

There weren’t many creatures he’d met who’d earned his respect over the years, but he’d be darned if Gilded wasn’t one of them. Though he’d sworn fealty to the titan, the two were practically equals; they took turns topping or bottoming for one another, enjoying one another’s company regardless of whom was fucking whom, and he honestly looked up to the incubus in a great many ways. He wasn’t sure if it’d be possible for him to become an incubus himself, but he was going to do everything in his power to earn a place in Tartarus next to his master.

His eyes shot downward when Thunder convulsed and was wracked with another climax. The pleasant sensations of a needy hole milking his cock were as fantastic as ever, but the knowledge that he could deliver such rapture to a pony who’d once called himself a stallion provided most of his enjoyment. He hadn’t claimed a femcolt of his own yet, corrupting some unsuspecting twink into a marish and comely concubine himself, but he was sure that would change in time - in fact, it was practically inevitable.

Repositioning himself ever so slightly, he transitioned from deep, steady strokes to jackhammering Thunder’s ass. The pegasus’ howls of delight shifted an octave, sounding more effeminate than ever and causing the corners of his lips to turn up. It was anypony’s guess as to whom had sired the batch of imps in the former Wonderbolt, but he liked to think he was the father - even if he wasn’t, he was going to make sure the next brood was his.

He lowered his head and nibbled on Thunder’s ear, causing the femcolt to squeal with glee. There were some ponies in the world who would look upon him with disdain, viewing him as some sort of abomination who’d sold his soul for power, but those ponies were fools. Only the chaste or the unenlightened, those who hadn’t tasted the decadent wonders of sin, could claim he’d forsaken himself.

With his heart thundering in his chest and his stallionhood starting to flare, he pulled back, grabbed his pulsing length with a forehoof, and stroked himself off to finish. Ropes of thick, impossibly virile seed shot over and onto the pegasus’ teats, chest, and face. Like the good little slut he was, realizing what was coming, Thunder opened his maw and extended his tongue to catch and consume the rich essence painting him.

Filthy heaved air into his chest and smiled as he looked down at his work. Barring the feeble colthood and adorable little coin purse, Thunder could and often was mistaken for a mare - an unbecoming, promiscuous, and gravid mare, but a mare nonetheless. While he tried not to play favorites, asserting himself with everypony in the manor, he’d admit that he’d developed a fondness for the pegasus that would likely last until he had a sow to call his very own.

The notion of having a personal concubine faltered when Thunder looked up at him. He swore he wasn’t the sentimental type, but the look on the pegasus’ face stirred something within him. Perhaps he was getting sentimental in his age, or maybe it was just the post-coitus euphoria having an effect on him, but he was momentarily inclined to ask Gilded for a favor. Seeing as how it was only a matter of time until the incubus moved on, he might - might be able to take ownership of his favored plaything.

Succumbing to his impulses, he locked lips with Thunder and sheathed his length in his lover. No matter how things ended up, even if Gilded were to deny his impetuous request, he would stay the course and keep the femcolt to himself as often as he could. Groaning into the pony’s maw, he ignored the howls of ecstasy taking place just out of reach. His mate was demure and soft spoken, unlike the largest whore in the household.

“Buck ye-Glk!” Blueblood’s cry was cut off when an imp’s cock slid into her muzzle and down her throat.

Straddling and screwing herself on one of the diminutive demons, she was the eye of a licentious storm. No fewer than eight imps swarmed her, each vying for her attention, and she tended to them each in turn. She had four hooves, two holes, her magic, and a number of crevices on her voluptuous body that could be used by an advantageous stallion, and she was elated that she was the star of the show.

To claim she was living his dream would be an understatement of unimaginable proportions. Her equipment had become so small that it may as well have not existed at all, being so insignificant that it wouldn’t be of any use even if she could still get erections, and the rest of her was no less wondrous. He’d assumed his transformation after crossing paths with Gilded was complete, that she’d reached her zenith, but she’d been mistaken.

Only to the most discerning eye, she was unrecognizable. With a long, flowing blonde main, a pair of tits that outclassed even the most productive dairy cow, pouting lips, a succulent ass, and a slender waist, she was an absolute bombshell of a mare - yeah, her clit was a bit bigger than on a traditional females, although that was just a bonus. On the occasions when one of her lovers decided to play the sensitive bud of flesh above her marble-sized balls, she always - always came in an instant.

Sending power into her horn, she wrenched the imp she was sucking off forward and sheathed the entirety of his length past her lips. Sometimes she was completely submissive, sometimes she wasn’t - at the end of the day, as long as she ended up with an ass and belly full of seed, she was content. Her actions drove the group of little demons, a great many of whom she’d birthed herself, positively wild.

Setting themselves upon her like a pack of lustful wolves, the imps descended. The two luckiest little beasts screwed her face and tush respectively, hammering their tools down her throat and into her depths, but that didn’t mean they were the only ones having fun. There were few parts of her that couldn’t be used in one way another, and each one was utilized by her host of diminutive lovers.

Hearing the imp beneath her grunting furiously as he peaked, she bore down and hilted herself on his throbbing shaft. She was already pregnant, yet the thought alone of being knocked up pushed her to the edge of another orgasm herself. One benefit of being the communal slut of the household was that she never knew who would seek her out for relief or when they’d come knocking, leaving her days and nights a blissful, at times unending haze of pleasure.

The imps were, in spite of their unsettling appearance, generally well mannered and pleasant to be around - that was until they fell into a rut lust. Giving their companion no time to savor his climax, they pulled the beast out from under her before scrabbling to take his place and get a better piece of the action. It was cute in a way, to be so fiercely coveted by them, although there was no reason for them to squabble like they did - not because it wasn’t endearing, but because she would make sure each and every one was left satisfied.

Having a fresh, turgid stallionhood railing her out would have been enough to please her in and of itself, but the imps had a trick up their nonexistent sleeves. In their fervor to gratify their bestial urges, well beyond consoling, what little patience they had wore out entirely. As a second cock buried itself in her ass, another was forced into her muzzle.

Now with a quartet of dicks in her, along with the half-dozen others gliding between her joints or in the crevices of her expansive cleavage, she was completely and utterly overwhelmed. A single stallionhood would be enough to bring her to the gates of heaven, so servicing an entire squadron of the creatures made her all but delirious with joy. Cumming for the umpteenth time that day, she succumbed to the ecstasy consuming her.

She knew not what her family thought of what she’d become, nor did she care. Her riches, the fineries she’d grown up with, that few friends she had - she would give them all up again to be under Gilded’s care. Meeting the incubus was the best thing that had ever happened to her, even if she’d foolishly thought her first encounter with him had been a dream, and there was nothing she wouldn’t do for him.

Snapping from her bliss when she felt something shift within her, she instinctively contracted and clenched her abdomen. She realized she would be giving birth soon, likely within the next day or two, but she wasn’t opposed to delivering a new batch of imps while being gang-banged. Most of the imps in the estate were hers, and they were about to have some new little siblings.

Her backdoor relaxed as a foal emerged past the twin lengths sawing into her. The newcomer was quickly joined by a second, then a third and a fourth, before the fifth and final member of her brood joined them on the floor. The imps around her paid their brothers no heed, too blinded by their insatiable libido to care, although that wasn’t much of a concern. Considering imps were autonomous and able to fend for themselves as soon as they entered the world, she felt confident they’d be alright for the time being - at least she would have felt confident, had she not been weathering a mind-shattering climax.

Getting fucked was fantastic, being used like a sex-toy was even better than that, but giving birth while being rutted by a pack of horny animals was, in her opinion, an addictive experience. As she gushed watery spunk and leaked milk uncontrollably, her eyes rolled to the back of her head. As insane as it may have sounded, there was a very good chance that she’d end up with another batch of buns in her oven before the night was out.

Gilded sighed as he called upon his power and lifted the quintet of young imps away from the action and over to a clear area on the floor. Of all his vassals, Blueblood had fallen the furthest. The aristocrat had fallen from grace, blossoming into a creature that could give most succubi a run for their money, although her metamorphosis had taken a heavy toll on her faculties.

Coolly unseating himself, he crossed to her. The imps scattered as he approached, giving him space and respecting his unquestionable authority, although they didn’t go far. Scatting around the room to sate themselves, his progeny set themselves upon his thralls. He wouldn’t have minded if one of his sons expanded his ever-growing family, but it was his duty to produce as many offspring as possible.

“Mmmmmm,” he hummed, stepping over Blueblood and driving her onto her chest. “I hope you weren’t planning on getting knocked up without me…”

“Rut me!” she brayed mindlessly, peeking up at him with a crazed look in her eye.

Shaking his head as he plunged into her, he started thrusting. Her velvety confines and unquenchable thirst for him were divine, yet he had little interest in it. While he enjoyed sensual, erotic moments as much as anypony, this was a task. His motives were to create more offspring to assist with his grand designs - that said, her slack grip on his stallionhood was delightful.

While he idly plowed her like a fertile field in spring, he magically plucked and hovered a magazine from the coffee table over to himself. Sex under any circumstance was enjoyable, though he pined for something more. His desires were like a double-edged sword, as much of a gift as they were a curse, and it was never long before he craved a new conquest.

He opened and peered down at the publication, taken aback by an unexpected sight. Ponies, diamond dogs, and even yaks were nothing new, he’d known of them for millennia, yet it appeared as though things had changed in Equestria throughout his protracted absence. Turning his head, he cleared his throat and caught Filthy’s ear.

There was a good reason why he’d taken Filthy as his second in command. The businesspony was level headed, worldly, and the corruptive magics influencing him had done nothing to impede his functionality. As the stallion abandoned Thunder on the sofa, he nodded down to the magazine floating before him.

“At the risk of sounding ignorant, what do you make of that?” he asked while he languidly railed Blueblood.

Ignoring the former noble’s gibbering, Filthy knit his brow. “What? The hippogriff?”

Gilded turned the page and motioned with a forehoof at another photo. “And that?”

“The abyssinian?” Filthy quipped.

“Fascinating,” Gilded breathed. “Tell me, how many sapient species are there these days?”

Looking a bit confused but not daring to remark on the question, Filthy rubbed his chin. “To my reckoning, at least a dozen.”

“Aaaaaaagh!” Blueblood wailed, trembling as she was rocked by an orgasm.

“Hush, darling,” Gilded softly admonished, relentlessly fucking her while and delicately running a forehoof through her mane. Having glanced over to Filthy, he turned his head and peered out the window. “Name them, if you would…”

“Dragons, abyssinian, zebras, hippogriffs, griffons, yaks, and changelings have become much more common since Twilight opened her school and brokered treaties with the surrounding nations,” Filthy explained. “There are rarer species around, such as kirin and bat ponies, but -”

“Bat ponies?” Gilded inquired. “I’m aware of unicorns, pegasi, earth ponies, and even alicorns, although I don’t believe I’ve heard of bat ponies.”

“They came about shortly after Nightmare Moon’s banishment - at least that’s what I’ve heard,” Filthy sighed. “I presume you are - rather weren’t aware of them?”

“I was not, no,” Gilded thoughtfully replied.

He hadn’t kept track of how long his most recent stay in Tartarus had been, but it seemed as though a lot had changed. The last time he’d been freed, the ponies had held a tenuous relationship with their neighbors - to the point where seeing any non-equines was almost impossibly rare. Staring out the window and into the night sky, ceaselessly bucking his hips, he was stricken with a thought.

Awaking in a different world may have been overwhelming for many, but it was an opportunity for him. He knew well the delights that ponies could offer, having broken and played with countless ones over the millennia - now it was time for something new. Yes - while a bit spontaneous, perhaps a bit of fresh air would be just what the doctor ordered.

“Filthy, on the morrow, I’ll be taking a small leave,” he remarked.

“Sir?” Filthy quipped. “Should one of us -”

“No no, it’s quite alright,” he cut the earth pony off, “I’ll be alright to wander on my lonesome for a time. Simply tend to my - pardon, our little flock while I’m away.”

Filthy bowed deeply and closed his eyes. “Of course, Sir, I’ll make sure everypony is tended to and that our businesses are managed to the best of my ability.”

Pleased with Filthy’s fealty, Gilded smiled. While he had no intention of abandoning his vassals, the temptation to stretch his legs and a few exotic holes would do him a world of good. His fangs glimmered in the moonlight and his eyes twinkled while he wondered whom and what novel creatures he’d stumble upon in the near future…