What does evil want? To corrupt the innocent. To violate the pure. To find the cleanest and most beautiful masterpieces of all the Creator's works, and defile them in a vengeful act of spite.
So it was that Asmodeus, the demon of lust, fell to Earth and saw the daughters of Man. With them he bore many children, monsters and beasts of strong demonic power, and they found other untainted females and created spawn of their own. In those first days, the demon blood ran strong in their veins, and they were not like Men.
Over the centuries, however, the taint spread far and wide, until the blood was diluted, leaving the offspring more human than demon, until all that remained was the smallest trace. Just enough that rapists, madmen and serial killers still plagued mankind, a pale reminder of the horned and winged nightmares now regarded only as myth.
Until one day... Asmodeus returned. He looked upon the land and saw what Man had made. He saw pleated skirts and midriffs, and he thought "Fuck yeah."
The #2 bus of the Jefferson Community College Cheerleading Squad rumbled through a desolate stretch of Route 16 after an unsuccessful away game. The girls were all disappointed with their boys, and rode mostly in silence. They were the Senior Squad, and had all turned 20 only recently.
Debbie the farm girl sat near the front of the bus. With shoulder length blond hair held up in pigtails, she had a cute and wholesome image some of the other girls resented. But they did not know about her experiences on her Daddy's farm not far from here, out in the countryside.
Behind her sat Amy, the quiet Asian girl. Her shiny black pony tail reached nearly to her waist, which was not a long distance for her barely five foot height.
Across the aisle was Suzie, the Hispanic cheerleader. Her creamy tan skin made her stand out from the other girls, with long black hair half way down her back.
Near the back of the bus were Katie and Kristy, the two brunettes. They were the only two who sat together, giggling, and as some of the other girls suspected, they had kissed several times in private.
Finally, in the far corner at the back of the bus was Becky, the freckled redhead. Her full round breasts made all the other girls jealous. They were all dressed in their red and white cheerleading uniforms, with striped pleated skirts that barely covered the ass of a curvy girl like Becky, above which was a large midriff showing off their flat tummies and navels. Above that was a small top of the same colors, barely bigger than a bra, and they all wore matching sneakers with white socks.
They were driving through a mostly open field when the girls heard the flapping of wings somewhere above. As it grew louder, the girls looked back and forth at each other first with confusion, then fear as the sound became so loud that it could not possibly be any normal creature.
Just as the sound grew louder than ever, it suddenly stopped completely, and silence returned. The girls paused for a moment, breathing sighs of relief, and were about to giggle at how afraid they were when suddenly something huge crashed into the roof of the bus with a deafening thud, causing the ceiling to dent so much it nearly caved in.
The bus swerved and the tires screeched, the girls shrieking to match the sound. Finally the driver lost control and the bus smashed into a tree along the side of the road.
The girls all jolted forward into the backs of the seats in front of them, shaken but unharmed. They gave each other uncertain looks and were all about to ask what happened when Asmodeus answered for them.
Huge black claws sliced through the mangled metal roof of the bus, and with a sound like the scream of a tortured angel, the bus was peeled open like a can of sardines.
Suddenly the bus was a convertible, and standing above them, perched on what was left of the roof over the unconscious driver was a massive black monster, looking down at them.
It had the head of a bull, the horns of a goat, the tail of a serpent and bat wings of black leather, spanning at least twenty feet. But that was not the scariest part, at least not to Debbie.
"Oh, no." Debbie whimpered within her own head. The blond farm girl was seated at the front of the bus, with the demon standing almost directly above her, and hanging down at an angle, pointed at her, was the massive black cock of a horse. This terrified all of them, but Debbie most of all.
Up until recently, Debbie had helped her Daddy by working in his barn, with the horses. His favorite horse was a shining black Stallion, and over the months, Debbie got the feeling the Stallion was looking at her. It would watch her when it was in its pen, and when it was free, it would pace around her, like it was looking her over.
