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The world was a much different place before the demons and devils came to it. No one can say why, or how it happened. Perhaps it was a great weapon that tore more than the physical, or something like the splitting of particles, some even surmised it was the final battle of heaven and hell that let the gross things spill out into our world, and nearly overnight transform it into what we've started calling our world now, the Hell Lands. It was years after religion held much sway, so few remembered the stories of old, but no longer were they myth or great tales. They became reality...

In appearance alone, Alice was quite regular for a woman in her late twenties. She still somehow managed to look charming, but her fellows weren't too fond of her recent discovery of her gift until she had saved the lot of them for the second or third time. Since 'they' came, people started to manifest all sorts of strange powers, some said it was a blessing of a god, others said it was the corruption of the demons and devils that now walked among them. There was precious time to mull over such ponderances though.

Reaching the edge of a small intersection in the ruins of a southern town, the band of travelers all paused, and turned to Alice expectantly. The average in build girl took a deep breath as it was clear of what was expected of her, and reached out with her mind. Only her friend Patrick had any inkling of what she was about, for since he too had a gift, he could feel whenever Alice practiced her's. To him it was like an ghost, which was not that far off, to the others of her group, none could see her spirit as it fled her body. For Alice didn't really read minds, she could leave her physical form with great concentration and scout ahead, making sure none of the hideous, cruel things were far away. In this state, her physical shell was defenseless, and it was Patrick's duty to catch Alice's body as her spirit journeyed far from it. So it was he who was made immediately aware when Alice found something she shouldn't have.

Alice's spirit form floated like a ghost, she had never dared to venture too close to any of the daemons, but still she supposed she was as much a ghost to them as she was to her own group when out of her body. She rounded another corner, nearly done with her task when she saw a fresh campfire in a wrecked dinner. They had not seen any other survivors since their large group was attacked months back, so she flew on to investigate with a hopeful gleam in her astral eyes.

As she approached the sundered wall, she stopped dead in her tracks- a sudden wave of terrible energy emanated out from all around her. What have I found? She thought, her gaze going wild, as the sheer power of that energy felt like it was about to suffocate her. It wasn't until she realized how much stronger that aura had become before she spun around to meet its source. She instinctively tried to return to her body, but it was too late. A massive, clawed hand snatched at her throat, and amazingly caught her incorporeal form dead in its tracks, "What do we have here? A little ghost, flittering about?" A horrific, guttural voice mused, he twisted her about, gazing over her form as he started to make a terrible sound, which was at once hair-raising and immediately recognizable as a hideous laugh. "No, not a ghost, ghosts don't smell as delicious as this one." He sneered at her and drew her to him slowly, with the fire behind her lighting up his face now, she started to scream as the full nature of her captor loomed inches from her own face. He had to be nearly twelve feet tall, a charred crimson skin, and a mane of matted black hair flowing down his back. As she was sizing him up, he parted his mouth of razor-sharp teeth, and extended a slitted impossibly long tongue to smear over the side of Alice's face, causing her to whimper in disgust. Seeming pleased, the demon withdrew his tongue and laughed. "Excellent, your soul is strong, and gifted! Exquisite even. I shall greatly enjoy corrupting you. Now to ensure you can't whisk away..." He reached a massive arm to his belt, and pulled up a great hooked chain... Alice shrieked at the sight of it, and back with the travelers Patrick who was sure something was wrong, was at once proven right as his ward seemed to be urinating. He cried out and squeezed her, her emotions quite blank as they always are, but he knew she was in trouble. Still, there was little he could do, or so he thought...

Meanwhile, as the demon lifted the chain up towards Alice, he let it go, and instead of falling, it seemed to have a mind of its own as it quickly spun around her, pinning her arms to her sides. The hooked end, sunk over its self right near her stomach, and cinched itself powerfully tight. Grinning as he watched his charm go to work, he finally let Alice down, and held onto the other end of the chain. Quite sure of the infernal metals he himself had worked, he turned towards the building and threw the chain up at a barred rafter near the destroyed wall. As the end touched the timber, it begin wrapping itself around it, slowly winching the soul up into the air until she swung through the hole with ease. Stepping forward, the demon grinned at her, grasping the dangling chain just above Alice's head, "Now for the fun..." He growled out through a sacrilegious grin and pulled a massive, many-tailed whip from his belt. "Did you know, meat, that a soul can take oh so much more punishment than a body?" He stated, and as if to hammer home that notion, he sliced the metal tipped flail through the air, and neatly landing each of the many ends against the poor girl's flesh, causing her screech out in agony. Her clothes back on her body begin to tear and be shredded, though where as on her soul no harm appeared to be received, her body begin to show red marks, like healed bruises. He was quick in the use of his implement, almost forcing her to unconsciousness in a handful of blows as she dangled, and spun from her pendulum.

Alice swung on, kicking her legs like mad as the demon caught her to steady her, whip returned to his side. She pleaded, "No more... no more..." to which the demon replied in his guttural voice which she had loathed since the moment she heard it, "MUCH more!" and to further crush her will, the demon grasped at what remained of her jeans and with one powerful, painful motion ripped them from her thighs. "Enjoy, I am not some lewd imp fucking every sack of meat I can get my bony little claws on..." His hand moved to the drape of embroidered leather hanging over his groin and tore it away, revealing another great, 'mane' which soon was parted by a great red serpent that sprang forth from the massive bush soon nestled up against Alice's inner leg, leaving a viscous trail of yellowish fluid. Grasping Alice's hips he pulled her by them as his cock centered between her legs, and immediately, without much foreplay was forced into her pussy. He howled in delight as his girthy spire squirmed and thrust itself inside of her, causing Alice to issue a shrill cry as her ethereal sex was torn asunder. He laughed as he watched her shudder and squirm upon his own flesh, "SCREAM!" He cackled out as he thrust his powerful hips harder while pulling her hips to him, burying and filling her womb with his corrupt cock. Content to hold her speared upon him as his member squirmed and shifted about like a great serpent. He crossed his arms over his chest and watched her anguished thrashing with a prideful sin, before mockingly stroking her chin, "I had heard there was a herd of food that has been venturing into my territory by my fellows... and now I have their safety net speared upon my flesh." He pushed his rancid, acrid lips to hers, tongue thrusting into her mouth to taste the back of her throat as it thrusted to and fro several times before he broke the obscene kiss. "You shall be their downfall, pet." She forced herself to issue out a single, throaty, moan to him, and he leaned back in with that same grin ready to claim her throat once more with his tongue, and that's exactly what she counted on. Once his tongue tickled deep inside her jaws, she shuttered her eyes tight from the humiliation of it all, along with her own forced moan and bit down as hard as she could with one last burst of defiance. To her dismay, he barely flinched as she bit cleanly through his slimy tongue, and he drew back with something of sinister smirk on his grotesque face.

"Ssho ou ave ah shpine- good, it shall be my pleasure to feast on the very last of your pride when you are mine." His words were somewhat broken moments before he lashed the air with a newly grown tongue, and grasped her throat once more... and instead of hurting her he sneered and tilted her head up by her chin, cupping her mouth closed as his cock thrust in painfully one last time and seemed to detach from his groin, the whole mass of serpentine crimson flesh flowing into her bloated womb, all his actions working to make her swallow his severed tongue as well.

He stepped back, and let her go as he watched Alice writhe and groan in a new kind of agony. She twisted and tried to spit up what he had forced her to swallow that... part of him, and that other... she peered down at her swollen belly, eyes tearing up and gushing uncontrollably as she clenched them tightly. Her senses burned from the very tips of every nerve as the demon's flesh begin to meld and slowly change her in his own image. The burning grew more intense, threatening to force her to unconsciousness again, but it never came, every agony was felt in her brain as the slow transformation suddenly crescendoed all at once. Her flesh burst into unholy flame, literally searing her skin from head to toe, until it was charred like coals, grey and black. It was about this time that the pain stopped, and was replaced with a dull throbbing, the demon's seed had begun to take effect.

Her thoughts were of vengeance, pain, death, dismemberment, eyes flashing to life once more as they seared into her captor's with a hate too deep to be given validity by mere words. She would serve him, yes, she must, but nothing would keep her from her revenge. Her charcoal like skin began to flake, and from her neck and head burst a great orange mane of hair, the new skin smooth as leather, and black as onyx. She snorted, as from the charred remnants of her face, a long equine-like nose burst forth and flared smoke from its nostrils. Solid tresses of bone, sprouted amidst the tangle of her mane to mirror her new ears as they curved slightly backward. The demon made a gesture with his hands, and the chain lost its magical life, instantly loosening as Alice fell to her knees below it. She growled a very throaty snarl as hooves burst from the scorched remains of her feet and solidly stood up. Still very incorporeal, she could not return to her body even though she had tried as soon as she stood before the demon. "You cannot go now little pony, you are not finished," he chided her. With those words the last of her changes all happened simultaneously. A massive cock pushed out below her belly, equine in nature, but more sinister, along with the weight of a new set of tantalizing breasts, pockmarked by a seared, star-shaped nipple. Below her new born maleness, the lips of her pussy engorged and widened into a hefty cleft of lust. All over her body, a short, but dense coat of midnight-black fur sprouted, while a crest of sickly orange fur sprang up from her chest, and traced downward to her groin where it sprouted around her genitals like a comely, autumn blossom. Overall she was a thing of nightmares not unlike her creator.

He clapped his hands together gleefully, "No sense in holding you up from your task any longer... you will return to your body, little pony." With the command, she was flying backwards, to her tortured, human body and the friends whom she would doom by her mere presence...