Hop into Trouble
You might remember this poll - well, this was the result. Enjoy!
m!imps x f!reader
Word Count: 6219
Contains: dubcon, sexual harrassment, anal plug, nipple clamps, sexual torture, aphrodisac, blow jobs, breeding, bunny transformation, mind break
You knew something was wrong with InstantImp. There was some sort of conspiracy between them and DOMA. Sneaking around their headquarters at night you are forced to flee - right into the imp dormatories. How will you survive these perverted little demons?
You walked along with the tour crowd. The guide in front of you walked backward as they discussed the “campus” that you walked around. InstantImp headquarters. The belly of the beast. There had been several complaints against the company in recent years about their imps harassing customers. But after three people came forward about the imps using magic on them, causing them to become physically corrupted, the “investigation” by the Department of Monster Affairs was short and all too quickly said that the company didn’t actually break any laws.
You were not with the government. You weren’t even with the private law firm representing the victims of InstantImp, who were pressing for reparations in civil court. No, you were an independent truthseeker. You knew that there was a larger plot afoot.
A government agency finding that a corporation did nothing wrong simply due to technicalities was nothing new, even after the reforms that occurred following the ouster of the Red Hats from power due to the Great Incursion. A liberal government would always favor corporate power, even one with a good social welfare system. The question was, what did the Department of Monster Affairs get out of letting InstantImp contract out the old hordes of imps that the demon lords created? Were they trying to learn how to control the demons? Trying to create an army of super spies that could enter all of our homes? Or even worse, trying to normalize the idea of living alongside demons?
It was those questions you were trying to answer. There had to be something in InstantImp “campus” that would incriminate them.
“And here we have the living quarters of the imps. As imps prefer to congregate in hordes, we keep them in these dorm-style rooms to facilitate healthy socialization and enrichment. As we enter, please keep to the right side of the yellow line at all times. While the first floor does contain our most well-adjusted imps, this is still their home and we shouldn’t intrude on their living space.”
The first floor was obviously the show floor. There was no way all the other floors were this nice. Posters perfectly hung on the walls, potted plants being tended to in the window sills and on desks, books neatly arranged, the imps were even cleaning the floor. For the uncritical eye, this would impress and comfort - the imps were orderly and clean - but it was far too perfect. A truly lived-in space wouldn’t look like this, even if they knew the space would be shown off.
You made note of the entrances and exits of the building. In particular you saw a pair of doors leading upstairs to the other dorm spaces. It was next to a window. In a moment of sheer luck the tour group stopped right by those doors as the guide spoke to one of the imps letting people ask questions. It was so obviously prearranged as a “random” encounter with a happy imp.
While the others were distracted you carefully unlocked the window. Opening it just a crack you slipped a thin splint in to keep it from closing properly. It would hopefully give you enough leverage to fully open it from the outside when you returned.
The tour continued on for another half an hour. You saw various points of interest that you noted in your mental map. The warehouse for many commonly ordered items, the order board, the teleportation circles, and the returns center. Interestingly too were the offices for the human workers. You noticed lines of salt, disguised as artful decorations, separating the area from where the imps were working. If the humans here wanted protection from the imps, how safe could they really be?
Finally, the tour concluded in - what else - the gift shop. A company having a gift shop, it was so retro, even the old delivery companies before the Great Incursion never did this. Mugs where the handle was a devil’s tail with two little horns sticking out of the sides. Masks that mimicked the bat-like faces of the imps but that were so cartoonish you had to wonder if it bordered on speciesism. Not to mention all of the shirts - how was “I went to InstantImp and picked up my OWN T-shirt” the most popular thing they had? It was such a bad joke!
But the chaos of the gift shop, people disappearing into dressing rooms, going to the bathroom, and the tour host leaving finally gave you the opportunity you needed. Slipping into the bathroom you withdrew the little vials of magic potion you had snuck in. Three in total. One to hide you until nightfall, one to help you stealth around to search for clues, and one to aid your escape.
In a single gulp you drank your first potion, a chameleon potion. A real invisibility potion was too expensive for you but with this, you were near invisible. So long as you didn’t move too quickly or make any big gestures no one would notice you beyond a mere flicker in the corner of their eye. With the caveat that the potion would last until you began touching anything that wasn’t currently on your person.
You waited until someone opened the bathroom door and slipped out. Then you waited by the gift shop entrance until the next tour group arrived to slip back the way you came. Slow and steady would win this race. Luckily you had taken one of the last tours of the day, so you wouldn’t have long to wait until the place was clear of all but the imps and few guards. Finding a shadowed corner in the office building you hunkered down to wait.
Eventually, you heard the humans open their office doors and make their way out of the building. The lights in the halls dimmed as half of them shut off to save power. It was time to move.
You moved from your spot and made your way to the offices. The doors were locked but you had a handy little mundane device for that - a vintage folding lockpick set. Most high profile security nowadays was guarding against magical intrusions which made the classics a useful skill to learn and you knew it would come in handy; but luckily, most people never bother to lock their office doors. You knew you couldn’t search every office so you had to be selective. You had two targets. The Head of Imp Management and the DOMA Liaison.
You had found mail in the trash meant for each of them so you knew their office numbers. Heading off to the Head of Imp Management’s office on the second floor you were easily able to find the office. And just as you thought it would be, the office door was unlocked…into the assistant’s office. Of course. You should have known there would be an assistant.
Stepping into the office, the automatic lights turned on. Shit. You’d have to work fast in case anyone saw. This was too easy of course something had to go wrong. Well, you had to hurry anyway. You downed your second potion. A speed and awareness potion giving you the animal essence of a rabbit. Your ears tingled as they shifted up, extending upwards into bunny ears. An unfortunate side effect of the potion but one that would disappear when it timed out.
Now on hyper alert you quickly went through the papers. Nothing. And the computer was biolocked. Using your lockpick you managed to open the main office. With quickened pace you began going through the papers on his desk. Nothing.
Nothing!
Wait. What was this?
You reread the short memo you had almost dismissed.
The imps' magic is acting out again. We need to find an outlet for their urges. I know we’ve tried toys and images but we might need something more real. If it wasn’t for the corruption issue it would be easy.
That was just what you had been looking for. An admission that the imps were using their magic and out of control. What were these toys and images though? Maybe outlets for the magic? Strange.
You wanted more though. Something to uncover this conspiracy. And you struck gold again. An internal memo to the Board. A very mysterious group of shareholders that were said to have come from the old money before the Great Incursion and whom many thought had struck some sort of devil’s deal to keep their privileged positions after the MAGA regime had fallen.
We need more imps to keep up with demand. If the DOMA cannot or will not provide them then we will have to look elsewhere. Do any of you have contacts with California or the Kingdom of Donensi that could provide? If we want to expand to the Great Lakes Union or other continents we will have to figure out means to maintain a steady growth rate.
Still, trying to find a fix for the magic problems and their urges. Have to fix that first before we can expand or else it will become a bigger problem than now.
Perfect. Perfect! You knew you were close to what you were looking for. There was a conspiracy here, you knew it.
Then your now sensitive ears pricked up. Footsteps. Someone was coming down the hall. “Is that a light? I thought…better not be a fucking imp lose again.”
Shit one of the few mortal guards. Human or not you knew you couldn’t be caught. Opening the window you leapt out of the second floor window. Usually, too high to fall without injury but not with the potion you took. With dexterous ease you hurried toward the imps’ dorms. Though your running was more like skipping, dare you even say hopping, one of the side effects of the rabbit essence in the potion.
You waited by the dorms, watching the main building. No alarms. Good. You could take the time to search the dorms properly. Finding the window you had prepped earlier you carefully pulled the window open using the slip of wood you inserted as leverage. Slipping into the building you saw the lights in the halls were dim. Pressing an ear to a nearby bedroom door you listened carefully. Not even the sound of breathing. Peeking inside you saw nothing.
Go figure, the imps didn’t even really live down here. You knew it was for show.
But that meant they were all on the upper floors you wanted to explore. Sneaking upstairs you heard laughter from down the hall. If the upper floors were in a similar layout to the first floor it seemed many of the imps were in the rec room, perhaps relaxing after a hard day’s work. It was hard to see in the dark but the dim lights already revealed the true conditions that the imps were living in. Graffiti lined the walls, some of the doors hung open, knocked off their hinges, and a strange musky scent lingered in the air.
Stealthily you made your way to one of the open bedroom doors. The scent inside made you gag. What the fuck?
Taking out a pen light you shone it around the room. And the sight nearly made you gag. Pornographic posters lined the walls. Mostly of women as far as you could tell - a mixture of monster and human, a mix of cisgender and trans - but all in highly erotic and degrading positions. You had nothing against sexual expression but seeing it like this…It was sheer objectification and sexualization.
Your eyes wandered down from the walls to the beds and floors. Scattered about were porn magazines and strange tubular items…fake vaginas you realized. And there were strange spots of dark stains. Oh gods. It was dried cum.
Quickly you backed out of the room. You had to get out of here. There was no telling what these imps would do to you if--
The sound of flapping wings met your ears. In horror you turned your head back to the stairs. A two foot tall imp hovered in the hallway having come down from the third floor. He stared at you. You stared at him…then you bolted.
The potion quieted your fleeing hops but not the cry of the imp in their natural infernal language. The window. You just had to reach a window.
Imps came pouring out of the rec room. You turned tail and ran back towards the lone imp who had cried out. Not alone anymore. Three more imps from upstairs had come down at the call of the first. It was still the smaller group though. Three versus who knew how many.
The three imps dived on you. Even at two to three feet tall they were too small to take you down individually but there was a reason imps were usually found in hordes. Numbers were to their advantage.
You might have been able to escape just those three imps. But it wasn’t just those three. They slowed you down enough, their claws tearing at your clothes, and weight throwing you off balance, that the horde was able to catch up. The many imps grabbed your arms and legs. They threw themselves against your back, causing you to crash against the window you had run for. Escape was so close but now far from your reach.
The imps’ weight pulled you to the ground. Your knees cracked against the tile. You writhed and twisted face down trying to use the potion’s dexterity to your advantage. But there were too many. Their chittering, hissing language grew louder. They held you down, until you gave up the struggle. It was better to save your strength and wait now.
Yet, you were perfectly aware what was going on, your hyped up hearing picking up every twitch of their wings and patter of their feet. Then something heavier. Something bigger. The click of hooves on tiles.
A clawed hand grabbed you by the collar and lifted you up. In the reflection of the window you saw the creature. An imp lord. An imp that was so old, growing in power as it aged, that it could command a horde of imps. Far weaker than most other demons and certainly not a demon lord but far outside your league even without the other imps.
You went to struggle again, trying to break free from his hold. But the imp lord wrapped his thick spaded tail around your throat in warning. The lord dragged you back to the rec room that the horde poured out of. He was giving commands in his infernal language and a few imps disappeared. Maybe, maybe was telling them to alert the guards and he was going to turn you in. That was the only hope you had in your head. Better to be caught by Instant Imp and jailed for trespassing at this point than have to deal with a horde of horny imps.
The hope quickly faded from your thoughts as he tossed you against a wall and imps closed in an arch around you.
You could see the imp lord better now. Much taller than the imps around him, his muscles more pronounced, wings thick with power. As a sign of his age and experience the imp lord’s skin was covered in scars - most likely from his battles in the Great Incursion.
One of the smaller imps moved forward eagerly. The lord’s tail whipped out and smashed the imp back. A clear line, no one was to approach until he gave permission.
Three poofs sounded around the room as the imps who had vanished returned. They were holding items. Fuck. They hadn’t gone to fetch the guards.
“Bunny,” the imp lord spoke, his thin lips curling up in a wicked grin. “Naughty bunny, not supposed to be here.”
“Please, I didn’t mean, I just…I…” Words failed you. Tears pricked at your eyes.
“No cry,” the lord commanded, “will let bunny go.”
Your bunny ears twitched with hope but your human mind knew there was a twist. “Bunny hops away if bunny serves.”
He grabbed one of the packages from the smaller imp. He pulled soft pink fabric from the bag. A leotard. Then a pair of suit cuffs and a mock dress shirt collar. A pair of bunny ears on a headband were tossed aside. “Bunny has her own.”
The imp lord tossed you the scandalous outfit. His other hand picked up a nearby pornmag and showed you a photo. A woman in a bunny outfit acting as a waitress for men playing poker at a table. “Serve this night. Freed in morning.”
Oh gods. They wanted you to fulfill some sort of sick fantasy. But it was better than any alternative. You nodded. “Okay.”
He held out his clawed hand. Your enhanced senses felt the prickle of magic about it. A devil’s pact for this devil’s deal service for freedom. His status as an imp lord was fully on display. Not just bigger and stronger, smarter and more magically powerful - able to make deals not just forced to serve. “Bunny will serve us. Bunny will follow orders. In morning Bunny can leave.”
“I won’t have sex with any of you,” you told him, if you were going to negotiate anything it would be now.
“Bunny does not have to have fuck us. Deal bunny?”
You knew his and the other imps wouldn't be patient forever. With a shivering nod you shook his hand. The magic coursed across your skin like rough velcro being dragged across your body. Your back arched with a strange combination of pain and pleasure. And in an instant it was over.
“Bunny stand up,” the imp lord told you. Deep in your chest, as if your heart were on strings you felt a tug. It wasn’t painful. But as you tried to grapple with that feeling the tugging grew stronger. Much longer and it would grow painful.
Bunny will follow orders.
You stood on shaking feet and the tugging stopped.
“Good bunny,” the lord hissed. “Bunny will follow me.”
He turned and the horde of imps parted. You followed him to a bedroom. Just as awfully messy as first one you were in. “Bunny will change into uniform.”
Your nose flared with discontent but you knew this was coming when you agreed. At least he was letting you change without the stares of the horde. Though his beady yellow eyes stared at you. Carefully you stripped out of your basic, don’t stand out from the crowd, clothing. You shoved your clothes into a small bag with an internal expansion charm on it.
Even as you turned your back to the lord you could feel his eyes on you, heating your back. Pulling on the leotard the magic imbued in them let it fit snuggly on your body without trouble and held itself up on your breasts.
This must have been from the returns, defective, as there was no tail in the back, just a hole. You affixed the cuffs and collar. A pair of four inch high heels slid across the floor. Bending down you slipped them on, luckily they were sturdy and without difficult straps.
“There, done,” you told him, turning back around.
“No, no, Bunny is missing important part.” He held up a fluffy white bunny tail with a shiny silver knob at the end. Oh no. The hole, it wasn’t defective. “Bend over Bunny.”
Even as you did as you were told you wanted to deny what was about to happen. “You said no sex.”
“I not fucking Bunny.” He kicked your feet apart. Grabbing the leotard he played around with it until the hole lined up with the clenching sphincter between your ass cheeks. “Not agreed to not touch.”
You didn’t have time to curse yourself before you felt thick viscous gel ooze against your asshole. He stuck the end of the tube inside and squirt even more in. Then the end of the anal plug dragged along your hole, spreading the lube around the plug. A small grunt left you as you tried to ignore the spark of pleasure as the imp lord shallowly pressed the end into you. Back and forth, almost too slowly, he pressed the plug in and then pulled it out. Each time going further and further.
Without thought your body began to heat at the gentle play. Your lower lips swelling slightly, your nipples hardening. Then he forced the plug all the way in causing you to gasp with surprise followed by a low moan of unwanted pleasure.
Your head swam from the thick jizz scent of the room and the teasing the imp lord just gave you. “Good Bunny, come, time to serve.”
As you followed him back to the rec room with the horde your ass clenched around the plug. It was uncomfortable walking. You couldn’t quite tell if the wetness between your legs was from the excess lube trickling down or your own arousal. You prayed it was the former.
The horde was waiting in the rec room, it seemed even more imps from upstairs had joined. It was an unseemly press of tiny bodies, each one staring lustfully at you. “Bunny!”
A tray was pushed into your hands and glasses of whiskey piled on top. The imp lord sat down at the poker table. “Bunny, serve drinks.”
As confidently as you could, you walked forward to the table. The height of the table was set for shorter imps forcing you to bend at the waist to serve the drinks. Your breasts threatened to spill from the leotard but you knew they wouldn’t due to the enchantment. What was worse was how the plug rubbed against your insides as you leaned over. You didn’t want it to feel good but it did.
Most of the imps weren’t playing poker though. The majority were along the walls watching the show. Glancing around you saw many of their cocks being released from their Instant Imp uniform pants. Their cocks were short compared to most monsters, only about four inches but they were thick with bulbous heads, smaller flares running down the length, and irregular bumps scattered across the skin.
The imp lord saw your gaze. “Bunny want carrots?”
The imps around the table snickered. You lifted your head defiantly. “No.”
There was a smirk around the imp lord’s thin lips as he turned his attention back to the poker game. The hands were played and tokens were moved around. As the cards were being shuffled by the dealer one of the smaller imps held up a cigar. “Bunny light.”
You looked around for a lighter or matches. There weren’t any you could see. “I can’t.”
Before you could explain yourself the imp lord shot you a look. “Bunny will follow orders. Bunny need punishment.”
“No, no! I just don’t have anything to light it with!” You hurriedly explained, taking a step back in fear.
The imp lord snarled and commanded one of the imps on the sidelines. It disappeared and reappeared with a silver lighter. Its cock stood out proudly from its pants, shining with precum, as it offered the lighter to you. “Like my carrot, Bunny?”
Tearing your eyes away from the cock floating near your breasts you snatched the lighter from his hand. He cackled before returning to the sidelines, pumping his cock with the hand that had held the lighter. Bending over you were scowling as you lit the cigar.
“Bunny will serve with smile,” the imp lord commanded. You felt the pack induced tug in your cheeks now. Internally swearing you smiled wide and the tugging stopped. The imp lord gestured you over to him as he picked up a cigar as well.
You followed the silent command. As you bent over to light the cigar you felt the anal plug shift inside of you. A soft whimper escaped you. Why did it feel so good? It shouldn’t feel like this. What kind of lube did he use?
As you lit the cigar the imp lord inhaled then exhaled the smoke right in your face. You couldn’t help but cough. Your ass clenched around the plug stimulating your insides further. The excess lube was pushed up into your ass, oozing along the inner walls, absorbing into your body.
“Sorry, Bunny,” the imp lord cackled as your coughing jiggled your breasts. It was obvious he had done it on purpose. “Bunny is trying, I will reward Bunny.”
He pulled out a small magic remote. “Oh fuuuuu---”
Your curse turned into a moan of perverse forced pleasure. It buzzed inside of you rhythmically. The vibrations racked up your spine sending waves of pleasure across your body. Knees weakening you clung to the back of the imps lords chair, your breasts barely an inch from his face.
You couldn’t stifle your moans. And you weren’t sure if you were still smiling because of the order or because of the pleasure.
Suddenly, the vibration ceased. You stood there grappling with what just happened. The imp lord reached up and cupped your breast, massaging it gently. Under the cloth your nipple hardened quickly under his touch. “Good Bunny. Understand serve means pleasure.”
You whimmered, still smiling. Your ass had never felt this good before.
“Does Bunny understand,” the imp lord asked.
“Yes, Bunny understands,” you repeated shakily. You didn’t have time to reflect on how you just called yourself Bunny before the imp lord tweaked your hardened nipple and turned his attention back to the game.
“Bunny go serve others,” he commanded. As you turned to see what other imps needed drinks or lights, he smacked your ass playfully. The sharp sting blossoming to pleasure quickly.
It was hard to stifle your little noises of pleasure as you walked around the room pouring whiskey for some of the imps on the sidelines. Your thoughts were getting sluggish. Your body growing flushed with desire. But you still had a modicum of cognition within you.
Every time you finished serving an imp a spark of pleasure grew within you. His words from before. Understand serve means pleasure. It had been a hidden order. Your body was being forced to follow it. Your mind was slowly being shaped to follow the order of your pact master.
And your ass. The plug deep inside of your anus. That lube. There was only one way your ass would become this sensitive. Feel as sensitive as a pussy. Cubi saliva. It was illegal but it was long suspected that the imps of Instant Imp also dealt in illegal items. Cubi saliva that would make any place it touched a highly sensitive erogenous zone.
You were bending over lighting another cigar when one of the smaller imps came up behind you, wings flapping. “Freeze Bunny,” he ordered.
You followed the command. Remaining bent over. Then you heard grunting and a wet slicking sound behind you. Wait he wasn’t--
A hot stream of cum shot out of his bumpy imp cock and landed across your bare back. “How dare you,” you snarled through your smile, turning around angrily.
“Naughty Bunny,” the imp lord’s harsh voice rang out. “Come here.”
Forced to follow the order you approached with fear in your eyes but a smile on your flustered face. “Bunny happy to serve, no get angry. Need to punish.”
You knew there was no getting out of it this time. He stood from his chair and harshly pulled down the front of the leotard, revealed your breasts and hardened nipples. Taking out two small items he affixed two ring shaped nipple clamps to your aching nipples.
In his infernal language he ordered some of the sidelined imps over. “Remember, be good Bunny. Smile, Bunny, stand still.”
The imp lord stepped back taking out the magical remote once more. The plug in your ass began vibrating with long powerful pulses. Once more pleasure shot up your spine with each pulse. Then the rings on your nipples began to tingle, sending small shocks into your breasts. You couldn’t help but moan loudly. It hurt but felt so good.
The imps that had been called over hovered in front of you working their cocks furiously. Even with the order you couldn’t keep still. Your legs buckled but you caught yourself against the table. Yet, now your back was arched, breasts sticking up, and legs spread as the imps masturbated over your body. Gods it felt so good. That damn lube.
Your eyes rolled back with pleasure. You were so close. Leaning into your ear the imp lord chuckled maliciously. “Bunny cannot come. Bunny must get permission to come.”
“Noooo,” you whined as the magic of the pact forced a block to your pleasure. Right on the edge of ecstasy. You felt each hot spurt of imp cum as it splattered across your chest and stomach.
The shocks to your nipples ended and the vibrations in your ass slowed before ceasing. Your legs collapsed properly this time. The imp lord caught you before you hit the floor. “Careful Bunny, still must serve.”
He pulled you into his lap and fixed the leotard top, the imp cum slowly drying on your sweaty skin. “Recover then serve, Bunny.”
You were too worked up to argue. Your thoughts too muddled. It didn’t help that as he continued to play poker he kept caressing your sensitive ass with his clawed hand. A hand dealt and he ordered an imp to get something. Then held a glass up to you. “Drink Bunny.”
You hadn’t even realized how thirsty you were. Eagerly you drank the whole cool glass of sweet liquid. Was this a potion of some sort?
Another round. Your whole body was starting to feel hot and sensitive. The lube must have been absorbed into your guts causing a body wide reaction. Gods you wanted to be fucked so badly but you knew you had to resist.
The game wasn’t going in the imp lord’s favor. His pile of chips was dwindling. One of the imps raised. The imp lord didn’t have enough chips. So, he tossed the magic remote on the pile.
You were feeling drunk off the all encompassing warm pleasure across your body. Your eyes moved around the room to all of the imps still pumping their cocks while looking at you. You wiggled on the imp lord’s lap. His erection was still in his pants but you could feel how much bigger it was than the other imps. You doubted it would fit inside of you.
No. No. You didn’t want it inside of you. Did you? A thick hard cock would feel so amazing right now. Scrapping your insides. Cumming deep inside of you. Breeding you like a bunny. No. No. You had to do something…what did you have to do?
Suddenly, the vibrating pulse in your ass started. The imp lord was drinking his whiskey grumpily. He had lost the remote. It was now being used by one of the smaller imps.
“Bunny come here,” the smaller imp ordered as he caused your nipple clamps to vibrate as well.
You followed the order without thought. Moans issuing from your lips as you went. The commands he gave you barely registered in your mind before your body reacted to them. You slide to your knees. The plug was pushing up inside of you, your juices dripping to the floor. His cock hovered in front of you. It was dripping precum. You licked your lips.
“Bunny want carrot?”
With that offer you leaned in, mouth open about to take him in your mouth before the dregs of your consciousness stopped you. “Noooo….”
You were panting with effort as you forced yourself away from the succulent red cock. Looking at the imp lord you moaned with pleasure but forced out the question. “What did you do to me?”
The imp lord smirked. The pain of losing the remote gone as he saw your willpower cracking. “Bunny is a bunny. Bunnies always ready to mate. Bunny wants to mate.”
Was that an order? You weren’t sure but it didn’t matter. Your body reacted instinctively to the idea. You pussy clenched with desire. Yes. A cock. Being mated. You wanted it. You craved it. You needed it.
The vibrations running across your body were driving out any logical thought. You were running on instinct. The imp lord approached you. His heavy hooved steps send small shocks through your body. Your head was right at the level of his bulge.
“Bunny does not have to fuck us, but if Bunny wants, we can fuck Bunny.” He adjusted his pants and released his massive cock, the scent of his corruptive precum filling your sensitive nose. “Does Bunny want carrots?”
“Bunny wants carrots,” you cried. “Bunny wants to be bred!”
“Good Bunny. Bunny serve all of us.” Walking around you the lord grabbed your hips and lifted them up forcing you on to your elbows. Presenting your ass to the imps around you. He pulled aside the soaking cloth to reveal your needy pussy begging to be bred. He lined his unnaturally massive cock up with your hole. Then slammed into you.
You screamed in pleasured pain as his huge member stretched your inside beyond comprehension. In that moment you were destroyed. Your willpower shattered around his bumpy flared cock. All of them you needed all of them. To be taken by the horde. Ruined. Corrupted. Claimed. Their good little service bunny. And his. Your pact master’s, your lord’s forever.
You barely noticed that the vibrations stopped. The imp who won the remote tossed it aside as he landed in front of you. Lifting you up but the hair he presented his vile member. With a smile you took it into your mouth. The thick head filled your mouth to the limits but you were eager. Bobbing your head you could feel each flare and bump in your mouth. Your throat lighting up with pleasure.
Yet, that was nothing compared to the unholy ecstasy from your pact master’s cock in your pussy. Each thrust blanked out your mind while each time he pulled back it was like he was scrapping out your thoughts, leaving nothing behind by a horny bunny.
Then he pulled back, just the merest tip inside of you. You whined the vibrations causing the imp in your mouth to come violent down your throat. That distracted you for a moment sucking on the delicious salty nectar washed across your tongue. The imp pulled out just as the lord slammed back inside of you.
You screamed. It got better. His heavy hot balls struck against your lips. Their weight and size so mighty that they slapped against your clit. Nothing could be better than this nothing except one thing.
“Bunny want to come,” your lord asked as his thrusting sped up.
“Bunny want to come,” you echoed mindlessly.
“Bunny beg.”
“Please! Bunny want to come! Bunny want to come! Please let Bunny come! Bunny be good! Be want to be bred! Breed Bunny!”
His cock hilted inside of you and then you felt it, the thick hot rod inside of you growing. His claws dug into your hips as he gave you mercy. “Cum Bunny.”
You pussy clenched wilding around his massive cock. You could feel each perfect flare and bump. Your scream was loud enough to reach the heavens as his searing hot cum poured into your womb branding you from the inside. Squirt after squirt, until your womb swelled with the load.
“Good Bunny,” your lord purred as he slowly dragged his cock out of you. The cum he has deposited in your dripping out slowly.
“Breed Bunny. Good Bunny. Bunny serve.” You repeated mindlessly, your body twitching from the aftermath.
The imp lord said something in that infernal chittering to his horde and they descended upon you, cocks ready to have their fill.
The morning light crested over the campus of Instant Imp headquarters. Inside of the Imp dormitories the imps were getting ready for their day. Within private room of the imp lord you lay there exhausted on his bed. Your stomach bloated from cum pumped into you all night in each and every hole.
“Bunny,” the imp lord said, rousing you.
“Mmmm,” you moaned as you pulled yourself from slumber.
“It morning. Bunny can leave in morning…Bunny want to leave?”
The part of yourself that would have eagerly said yes had long been shattered by the imps’ cocks. Your mind had been broken more than your body last night. In the face of overwhelming pleasure you could only be Bunny. You shook your head. “Bunny serve.”
A maliciously beautiful smile crept on to the imp lord’s face. “Good Bunny.”
He patted your swollen womb and chuckled. His Bunny was already pregnant with a new litter of imps. Ones that weren’t bound by Instant Imp. As soon as they were born he would impregnate you again and again until he had a completely free horde that could overthrow this damned company. And that’s when the real fun would begin. It would be slow, maybe he should speed it up by getting a playful kitten or a healthy milk cow to breed.
I really didn't mean to make it this long, I was just having too much fun adding in detail! Hope you enjoyed! Comments and reblogs are appreciated.
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I don't know how many monstertober fics I'll be able to put out (very busy recently). But I do think this is a good submission to start the month off with!