The demon had plenty of room for ‘bird’; for feathers wings and all, they adore to fly and save and well, she adored to take it all. Yes, those things with feathers, she had plenty of room for them, she had plenty of room to eat and eat, and never to care, not at all. It was a simple enough agreement to give; the body of those that depend against your own—accommodate or default upon your word, take it or leave it. A simple choice. “Hilted~ Utterly~” She’d said; how the venom filled Spitfire’s ears—a feeling of fear cloyed like tar to the wing. As if gripped and seized by dark, by the grim force that’d clawed up at them and brought them down. How she wished they could fly away from this—but all courage and spite had gone. This thing, this monster had been waiting for them on a return home; loitered and lounged in their very own base before proffering its suggestion on pain of, well, Spitfire didn’t want to think about that. Spitfire said no, at first, obviously. Why should she have to suffer that when she knew her team could take on any arduous task or foe? The Wonderbolts own locker-room was certainly not the best place to resist anyone though; not much room to fly nor any easy out, since this deceptive-pink pony was between them and the exit. “She is much bigger than us!” Misty Fly had offered; a statement that made Spitfire’s nose rankle in fiery retort, “The bigger they are! We trained for this! Aren’t we the best of the beh?!” Her words at first steeped in such affirmation and encouragement were cut short by a knife of horror. Their foe hadn’t waited. Shakes would get what she wanted, one way or another, and in the midst of Spitfire’s words the larger pony had lurched forth, closing the distance on one of their number and with little effort at all it seemed nommed Misty Fly’s entire head into her maw! With a twisted kind of fluidity the pink-pony’s body changed; standing up upon her thick hind legs and towering over the remaining Wonderbolts’ horror, Shakes’ forelimbs clicked and cracked with mutual ease into something more akin to arms with her hooves splitting and gripping like needle pointed claws. With posture and extra grip the hungry thing threw her head back and widened her maw to gobble up the poor thrashing Misty Fly. Spitfire watched with mouth agape and silenced by terror as her comrade was eaten. Slipping into Shakes’ throat; a distending struggling bulge that slowly sank down the monstrous pony’s throat with an audible gulp. Any shape soon disappeared into Shakes’ belly and with a spread of darker lips the monster grinned shark’s teeth at the stricken team-leader, “My apologies~ you appeared to be on the verge of an ‘inspiring speech’, and I was so famished I could hardly stand it. Are you sure you don’t want to accept my terms~?” She said with a pleasured slick of hunger drooling from her maw—and other places. Stood upright like this, if not just to loom above the trash, Shakes’ twisted form was plain to see. Bobbing insistently between her legs was an enormous set of equipment; pre-oozing cock with an already persistent flare and beyond, a heavy looking set of balls that—began to change? “Skies what are you?!” Spitfire spat. Watching as the mass of Misty Fly made another appearance, the poor Wonderbolts leader could do nothing as she saw the writhing form of her colleague sink into those heavy balls. Devoured and devoid of hope; having sank through Shakes’ form the creature clearly thought this would rub in her point, showing off how Misty Fly’s harrowing predicament would torment them all unless Spitfire agreed. “I’m hungry~!” Purred the shark-toothed thing, grinning unflinchingly even as she felt her own empty body crush and squeeze her quarry within. The poor shape of Misty Fly squirming and tensing against the bounds of Shakes’ sack; trying to kick or escape or anything, but to no avail. Indeed as her form was squashed and pressed all her hopeless struggles seemed to do were to send pleasurable pulses up Shakes’ cock. “You MONSTER!” Yelled Fleetfoot, unable to see just how in-danger their whole team was, Spitfire Surprise and she, the Pegasus launched herself at Shakes and for just a moment as the twisted thing wrought her pleasure from tormenting Spitfire, it looked as though her kick might land! With a swift lash of forelimb though that darting speed was all over for Fleetfoot; grabbed by Shakes’ clawed hand all the Pegasus could do was kick and thrash, an act that just made the big pony laugh, “Oh~? You want to join her in there?” She said with a violet-eyed glance down. The darkness in Shakes gaze soon slid hungrily back up to her new morsel, “Well that’s okay, I’ve plenty of room for more. I’m starving~” “Let go of me you--!” Fleetfoot’s struggling was soon cut short as she stared into that razor-lined maw; held aloft over the gaping pit of Shakes’ throat she could see past those curled lips and eager tongue, down into the wet empty darkness within, and it made her lock up. Shakes adored the look on her face perhaps even more so than the feeling of yet another poor pony sliding over her tongue and down her throat; a taste of terror that filled her so nicely yet she was no-where near done yet, her eyes delighted in the view of the two remaining Wonderbolts in awe of her. From Fleetfoot’s point of view—everything was darkness. A cloying kind of tight squeeze that didn’t at all make sense to what a body should be like, not that she could think clearly enough about what you’d expect a body to be like. It was still wet and dark and tight inside but—she soon was pushed or pulled or forced to the place that Misty Fly had gone, and what she found there she came to realize was hardly her friend any longer… In that utter constraint Fleetfoot could feel Misty Fly’s body; trapped there with her, mushed up against her and the almost pulsating walls of her ‘cage’, she felt how the Pegasus had changed, how she’d been transformed by this monster. No-longer the winged avenger they all aspired to be, Misty Fly’s body had been squashed and teased into a twisted, rubbery shape. A doll more than a pony trapped in a pose and unable to do much more than wriggle and mewl. Fleetfoot’s cry could be heard, so was its desperation, by Spitfire and Surprise. They both watched as Shakes already stuffed testes accepted yet another ‘meal’ in the form of Fleetfoot; the monsters changeable body distending and bloating with the Pegasus’ body, joining the bean of Misty Fly trapped in Shakes’ sack. She thrashed there as much as she could; against the binding tight walls and against her former now ruined friend, to Spitfire and Surprise’s eyes the trapped could do little to nothing to escape their fate. Mere alight Shakes’ eyes with a sense of utter bliss for their struggles; a sensation that played up her massive member in the form of pulses of pre. The sensations Shakes endured from those hopeless souls only seemed to make the ‘process’ go faster. The writhing struggling shape of the fresher meal of Fleetfoot soon began to tire, to be quelled by the crushing prison of Shakes’ flesh, to be changed by it and her magic. The soon to be stiller shapes, their poor faces taut up against the surface of the big pony’s balls, were tightly molded into what Shakes wanted them to be. Mere toys. “Fleetfoot! Misty!” Their names called out by one or the other of her remaining prey, Shakes did give some thought on how best to ‘return’ their friends to them. With their obscene location inside of her it only seemed natural to a demon to let her pleasure carry them back to their friends. So it was Shakes tilted her head; engaging fully with the delightful feeling of those trapped inside of her, letting the pulses of their movements carry her to some meagre pseudo orgasm. It wasn’t quite fulfilling, yet Shakes couldn’t deny she adored the feeling of it. Her enormous nuts sinching up against the base of her huge cock; the shape of those trapped Pegasus so visible in her sack all at once pushed up and out, one after another. Their mass a torrid bulge that oozed out from Shakes groin and down the girth of her huge cock, an obscene sight that only grew as she ‘came’ those poor former Wonderbolts out onto the floor before their leader. And oh how they had changed. Gone from agile, fervent members of her team to those tightly bound rubbery beans that mewled and writhed before her. Slicked with Shakes’ cum they had been made into mere toys, flesh more akin to latex, in poses that only gaped and showed all the pleasing holes that mattered to their new ‘owner’. Shakes grinned her fiendish grin, “Aren’t you going to say hello to your teammates?” Shakes said after a silent, horrified moment from the remaining Wonderbolts. Shakes snorted some laugh when neither of them could muster a reply to her, much less the situation. Ignoring those little toys she’d made for now, she could have her fun with them later, she stepped heavily towards the remaining two and would reach for Surprise next only to be interrupted finally by Spitfire breaking. “OKAY! I’ll do it! Just—just don’t! Don’t you touch her!” The courageous leader yelled; desperate and scared, but brave non-the-less. With those words and a sick-violet gleam to the demon’s eyes, Spitfire was grabbed wings and all by the much bigger Shakes. It would be plain in the way her struggles met no merit that the pink monster didn’t really need her permission; breaking her will was the point that made the hungry thing hanker, an ache for gratification that drove such terrible will be done. Shakes grabbed at Spitfire’s hind legs to abate that useless kicking, “To the hilt~” Purred the demon through sharpened smile; using her grip on Spitfire fore and aft limbs to pony-handle her, setting her rear up against the bobbing eager tip of her meat-spear as Shakes posture rose and loomed. She pressed the ooze-slicked flared tip of her cock against Spitfire’s backside, “Nh~ such tight. Wonderful. Toys. All of you~” Shakes grunted into the fiery coloured Pegasus’ ear, much to her dismay, as she pressed and ground her flared tip against her most private parts. In truth it did not matter to Shakes an ounce which of those terribly tight holes she ruined; letting Spitfire’s poor efforts and squirming and moving decide was a bit of fun too, and with cock-vein swelling delight the slicked tip of her rod soon round entry to Spitfire’s ass. Pushing up and in—barely that flared tip sunk into the crying Pegasus’ insides. The feeling of being so utterly stretched and gaped by the much larger pony’s meat sent Spitfire into some kind of shock, “Skies! It’s too big g—get it out! Pull it out!!” With a laugh Shakes just drew her down all the more onto her cock, “Oh no~ a deals a deal!” She said, cramming yet more of that column of cock into Spitfire’s guts. The huge intrusion made the Pegasus stomach bulge obscenely; a lascivious sight that had the two little transformed Wonderbeans writhing and mewling, their little pussies squirting and winking, “Look~look~ your teammates think your doing so well. I think they’re jealous!” Moving her grip on Spitfire’s now panting form, Shakes took ahold of each of her forelimbs and dragged down upon the poor leader causing inches more to force their way into Spitfire’s asshole. Her poor belly gurgled and groaned; by with Shakes’ touch and lewd intents, nothing vital was broken. Indeed, the overwhelming feeling of all that meat driving into and stretching her is all Spitfire felt; a near pain that such outrageous distension would cause without the damage. Shakes’ influence had gotten to her, on touch or before, its hard to say, but that huge cock just keeps on sinking up into Spitfire’s body, as the leader keeps on balking and twitching on account of its size. The mass of cock continues to rise, inch by inch, up Spitfire’s body. Each passing moment making that meat-sticks owner purr with pleasure and the soon-to-be fleshlight drool and twitch in over-filling sensation. The feeling was soon so over-powering it had her insides all electrified; a result of all that dick forcing its way inside, or Shakes’ effects on her body, made her writhe and wriggle. Her poor empty pussy clenched and twitched around nothing, betraying how much her body desired this, “Oh~? Want more of my cock still do you?” Shakes said, all too happy to oblige as she felt the gush and squirt of Spitfire’s winking cunt over her balls. She holds on tight to Spitfire’s arms then and makes a concerted effort to cram as much dick into Spitfire as she could take. Slowly, surely, that bulge from her belly forced its way up to be a sudden mass filling Spitfire’s throat, “Guh?!” Is the only sound Spitfire could make as her throat bulged above her collar with that mass of Shakes’ flare. The demon only laughed in delight as a mix of Spitfires saliva and her pre drooled from Spitfire’s mouth, the Pegasus’ head tipping back if not just out of reaction or to ease the feeling pushing up from her belly. The mass distending her throat pushed up and up and Shakes dragged her down on her twitching cock, “Still more to go little-thing~” She uttered as her bulging flare popped up to utterly gape and fill Spitfire’s mouth; her pre-cum now drooling from that poor aching maw as though it were her eye-rolled drool, those windows to her broken soul teary and red with desperation. “Oh you were so close, but look like you’re out of room.” The demon said; lurching her hips up against her little toy, an inch or two left before Spitfire managed to hilt that huge tool. Unsurprised by the poor Pegasus’ inability to answer she watched her face breathlessly redden for a moment before looking over to Surprise; the poor Pegasus had gone with urgency to her comrades only to despair at their stupefied state, calling their names to naught but mewling desperate sounds of reply. They wanted—needed to be fucked, that was their purpose now, no longer to fly or dare. To the sight of her courageous leader getting obscenely skewered upon Skakes’ huge equine pole, Surprise could only panic… It was much too much, she knew already, as that horrid bulge rammed up into Spitfire’s throat and mouth. Surprise sought an out—the exit behind the looming demon was the only one, so, she ran. Ran and leapt and flew! All of ten feet. Caught and yanked horribly hard, “Just where do you think you’re going, hm~? The fun is not over yet. Tasty little thing~” Shakes lips part in predatory grin; soon to part with a yawn of her maw and a stuffing of yet another Pegasus, Surprise’s yelping face dipped soon to meet the wet of tongue and dark of throat. Gulped down wings and all by the insatiable monster, the bulge sinking down Shakes’ throat like a snakes prey, sinking into silence inside of the demon’s body. With Spitfire’s helplessly twitching teary eyes peering up at her, Shakes leans in to place empty a kiss upon her cock-stuffed cheek. With a purr as she felt the last of the Wonderbolts sink low inside of her utterly twisted body, she felt Surprise’ weight hang and struggle in her balls, “Nh~ another ‘Wonderbean’ on the way. However am I going to get this out of me~?” Asked the monster in rhetorical torment, the immense column of cock filling Spitfire’s entire twitches and pulses in excitement, “We’ve only just begun~” Shakes croons cruelly.