[Corruption, Futanari, Rubber/Latex, Identity Erasure]
"H-haaah... I... I shouldn't be... D-Doing this..."
Those weak words belonged to a girl that had once been so strong. And yet, every step that she took towards her dangerous destination... Each step just felt so weak. Every step felt like an arduous labor that she just barely was able to overcome...
Her name was Homura. And she was meant to be the Magical Girl of Heat. Able to regulate the temperature of things, so that she could either leave them completely still and frozen... Or have them burst into flames from the warmth she increased within.
Meant to be was the operative word. The flame-themed dress that she wore was in tatters. And she certainly didn't feel like she could live up to that title at all. Not after what she had been through. Not after what she had seen...
Not after what had happened to her, the mere thought of which caused her entire body to pulse and tremble. She very nearly ended up collapsing onto one leg, just because of that single thought. Even her hair wanted to get in the way, those scarlet strands very nearly covering up her eyes completely as she struggled to both keep going and keep standing.
The reason why she was here... The reason why she was taking such short trembling steps... It was up ahead. The nightmare that had caused her so much grief...
Thinking of her didn't help either. She could feel it. She could feel the sensation down below. Both inside and outside. Thinking of her was making her feel even worse. All she wanted to do was simply run away at this point. And yet, the part of her mind that had gotten a taste of it... That was the part of her mind that was currently driving her body.
Forcing her forward. Forcing her into that warehouse. The same warehouse where she had lost. The same place where she had been cursed...
The moment she stepped inside, it was like the world around her changed. Just as it had done the last time she was here. When she was confident that she could handle the problem. And yet...
As the warehouse turned into one long stretch, with several stalls lining the side of the path... As the barn where she had lost took shape, and the squeaky sounds started to fill the air once again... The memory of what had happened became bright and clear. So bright that she couldn't ignore it...
This Incursion was a strange one. Because instead of farm animals being within these stalls, there were girls. Rubber-smothered girls that were stuck being milked from both ends. Their breasts pumping out more and more of the rubber that coated them, with their cocks doing the exact same...
Homura trembled as she kept on walking. Trying not to look towards the 'livestock' that lined the path. Trying not to listen to the squeaking sounds of rubber being teased like this. Trying desperately to block it all out.
Despite the fact that every single sound made more and more of her tremble in resonance. She wanted to be where they were. She wanted to be the one who was being milked. She wanted to be degraded, to be used for nothing more than a tap of energy to be drained by the Demons...
Homura knew that this was wrong. She knew that she shouldn't be thinking about that. But the pressure inside her forced her to keep going. Forced her to return here after her defeat. Forced her to get ready, despite how much she wished to ignore that all of this had happened...
All so that she could reach the one that was standing at the center of it all. The one that had defeated her. The one who made her like this, despite barely doing anything to her...
Standing in the middle of a crossroads, with every path having more and more of these pens at their sides, was a black-hued individual. Another rubberized figure. Yet this one was distinctly less submissive. Both because of the sheer amount of muscle that decorated that powerful rubber body...
But also because she was busy making her dick wet. Just like when Homura had come to try and stop her the first time around, she didn't pay much attention to the person that had come to try and stop her. No. The only thing she paid attention to was the mare in front of her. The mare who was currently wrapping her rubber lips around the massive rubber shaft.
It shouldn't be possible. That rubber cock was inhumanely big. And yet it went up and down with ease. Was it because the rubber-clad slut was basically nothing more than a living onahole when faced with this dominant rubber amazonian? Or was it because the cock itself broke the rules that were put in place, so that it would fit into anything?
Whichever the case was, Homura couldn't stop herself. Her hand had already started to slide down towards the hole between her thighs. The squeaky hole that begged for her to play with it. And she couldn't resist its call, panting and gasping as she let her fingers gradually slide across that surface...
Not just because of how much she needed it. But because she could tell who the rubber slut was. Even if her identifying features were stripped away by the rubber that made her look more like a Mare, she still gave off an intimate energy. One that she was unfortunately familiar with.
The rubber slut, whose stomach had already grown to the point where she looked like she could give birth any minute now... That was Blossom, the Magical Girl of Seeds. Ironic that she ended up like this after being seeded herself. Not that she was probably aware of what was going on. None of the Mares in this incursion were. Not after they had been made to merge with the black rubber that covered them...
"You've returned. Good girl."
Homura panted as a sharp shiver of pleasure slammed through her. All because of that powerful voice reaching her ears. All because of that powerful rubber Demon turning her head to stare straight into her soul. Just as she had done the last time they faced off.
This time, the Magical Girl of Heat couldn't glare back at her. No, all she could do was nod as she squatted down. Just as she would want her to. Just as a good Mare should... N-No, she shouldn't... B-But... But it felt so good...
"Return to your stall, Mare." The Demon at the center of the Incursion said, popping her cock out of her Mare's mouth. With the Mare simply nodding and doing what she had been told to. Because she couldn't go against her owner's orders, even if she dared to think of doing so.
The demonic mark on her stomach, a devil-winged horseshoe, glowed as she obeyed. And she let out another muffled moan, the faceless Mare gradually making her way back...
Leaving the Demon with the intruder. An intruder who couldn't stop herself from thrusting her fingers in and out of her hole like her life depended on it. An intruder who kept her eyes locked on the much bigger demon... And the much-too-large shaft that was hanging from her waist...
She could remember it all. How that thing had been shoved inside her. How it had destroyed her virginity. How it had soiled her womb. And most importantly...
How she had been denied the chance to end up like the Mare that had once been Blossom. She was forced to watch as Blossom gave herself to the Demon. All for the sake of saving her. She willingly sacrificed herself, just to save her. And yet...
All that Homura wanted when she watched Blossom try to save her... Was to be where Blossom was. By that point, she had already been irreparably tainted. Her thoughts, her wants, her needs... All conquered by the single time that cock had thrust into her.
The symbol on her stomach was proof of that. As it shone through her tattered dress. Gradually growing brighter the longer she stayed in here. The longer she remained close to the Demon that had claimed her and inflicted her with this mark. A mark that meant something so intimate that she couldn't stop thinking about it every single day...
What could Homura possibly do to resist this? Nothing. Absolutely nothing. Especially not as the Demon came closer. Especially not as she felt the heat inside her grow wildly out of her control, causing her to pant and gasp and drool at the sight of the much larger Demon...
Ahhh... Her enormous breasts, bigger than her head yet not at all a sign of fertility. Her udders were a sign of power, just as the rest of her muscled body. And it perfectly matched the shaft... That thick thing, that mighty breeder, the equine cock that had broken her in... It was the perfect counterbalance to those breasts...
There was not much else to pick out on the Demon. Because she... Because Night Mare was essentially nothing more than rubber in the shape of an equine amazonian. A horse meant for breeding. And equipped with more than enough power to ensure that any that came to try and stop her would be rendered as one of her mares...
"Present yourself. Mare."
Night Mare gave her a command. Yes... Yes, how foolish could she be... Of course she should present herself. How silly of her not to have done so the moment she came close enough to look directly at her....
Homura drooled as she put her hands on her dress. Immediately, it burst into flames. Forcing her to be just as naked as all the other Mares in the Incursion. Forcing her to reveal every little inch of her, no matter how obscene it might be at this point.
Unfortunately, she was nowhere near as sexy as them. Nowhere near as equipped. She didn't have the same sort of cock that they had, despite her best wishes. She didn't have the same sort of heavy udders, as her power had not yet congregated its way into her bosom so that it could be easily milked out of her...
But Homura was still collared. A sign of who she belonged to. And while she wore a tag on that collar, it was not labeled. Because she didn't have a number yet. She didn't know what she was to the Demon that had infested her. Just that she was hers...
The ultimate proof of that was down below. Instead of a cock that could be milked dry of power, she had a black and rubbery cunt. That was what Night Mare had left her with after that one thrust. A thoroughly corrupted hole that was always desperately squeezing around the air. Begging to be filled. And the womb inside was just as hungry, just as lined with all that rubber...
Homura's rubber hole was why she was like this. She couldn't resist the urge to feed it. Couldn't resist the urge to keep playing with it. If she had been able to resist, if she had talked to the Dr. about it, maybe she could've purged herself of these thoughts. Maybe she could've actually saved Blossom...
But here she was. Squatting down in front of the rubber Demon that had caused all of this. Spreading her legs like a common whore that wanted nothing more than to be fucked again. Panting and gasping as she gazed up at that cock. That cock that was almost drooling rubber straight into her...
"I... I am a Mare. I am nothing more than a Mare. An object for my Owner to use and abuse. To breed, to milk, to drain as she sees fit..."
Homura did not even mention her name. A Mare like her didn't need to say it. Because it didn't matter. A Mare was a Mare. Nothing more.
As she gave her declaration and presented herself, the mark on her stomach shone bright. She was ready. Finally, she was ready. She had degraded herself enough to the point where... To the point where...
H-Haaah... T-The rubber that was drooling from her owner's cock... It was... It was perfect for her now... She just needed to... Haaaahh....
Night Mare stared down at the Mare. And she smirked. Letting her hand run along that equine shaft, as she gradually pumped out more and more of that corruptive rubber that served as both her and her Mares' existence.
"The Mark of Marriage has brightened. Merge, Mare."
The rubber piling up in front of her like a slimy mess was... It was a part of the Demon. More importantly, it had the same properties as a Magical Girl or a Demon did. She could merge with it. She could become one with the rubber...
One with her owner. Not directly, because a Mare was not allowed to be anything more than a Mare. But by merging and fusing with her rubber, she would be hers. Eternally.
"This..." The new Mare muttered quietly. Part of her still wished to resist. But it was too late. And the screaming that left her lips seconds later, courtesy of her fingers diving deep into her rubber cunt, served to drown out that part. "THIS MARE BRIDE WILL WED THE RUBBER GROOM! NEVER SHALL WE PART, NEVER SHALL WE SPLIT! WE SHALL BE MISTRESS' NIGHT MARE'S BRIDE, UNTIL THE VERY END!"
As she screamed, the rubber on the ground started to shine just as the mark on Homura's stomach did. And in the blink of an eye, it rose from the ground. Throwing itself at the Mare...
A light briefly shone through the Incursion. Only for the light to be snuffed out seconds later. As if the light of fusion had been swallowed whole by the rubber that was part of the process...
Left in the place of where a fusion would be... Nay. Standing there was the expected result. A fusion between a Magical Girl, and the rubber residue that leaked from the rubber Demon who had turned so many before her...
A Magical Girl Mare. Devoid of identity, devoid of free will. She simply stood there with a slutty, drooling smile. All while saluting her owner. She did not speak. She did not say a word. All she did was salute her owner. Like a good Mare should.
This was what happened to those that married the rubber. Those that had been corrupted so badly that they thought that marrying a Demon's fluids was a good idea. But no longer did she think. No longer did she do anything except follow orders.
The Mare squatted down in front of her owner. And parted her lips. So that the Demon could use her as intended. To be filled with more of her owner's essence, so she could develop into a wonderful Mare, being milked for all of her power so that the Incursion could grow, and yet more wedded Mares could be made.
Her hole was filled. And endless delight filled the former Homura's soul. Nothing made her happier than to be used like this. Nothing made her happier than to have her purpose fulfilled...
This was her new life. The eternal life of a Mare, endlessly wedded to her rubber. Endlessly wedded to her owner, who would treat her like the livestock that she was...
Such a wonderful life it would be...