> You are Sotharia, third circle descendant. > Not for the first time, you wish you had manifested as an incubus, they get summoned all the time. > But no, you are a pony succubus for a world that is 70% mares. > The chances of you- > Whoa! > You feel a tug on your spine, and you follow it gladly. > You rise from a circle, red smoke billowing around you. > You strike a seductive pose for your summoner, who is a... >"Huh, it actually worked." > Minotaur? Thing? > You don't see any teats, so today is your lucky eon. "Yessssssss, I have answered your call. What is your name, succulent morsel?" > He flips through a book with his delicate fingers. > "Hold on, there's a bit before that. Ah, here it is. By the tree and stone, I abjure thee to bind thyself with thy name." > Drat, first time summoners are usually too flustered to get it right. "Very well, I bind myself to your will in the name Sotharia." > He smiles at you. > "That's a pretty name." "Th-thanks." > What is with this colt? > "Okay, next is, By my will and might, I bind you in my name, Anonymous. But you can call me Anon." > Well, so much for running rampant this time around. > Still, you have a job to do. "You have done well in binding me, master Anon. What do you say we enjoy the fruits of your competence?" > He sits down on a couch, grinning. > "Yeah, do what you like. I want to see what succubi do for foreplay." > You walk towards him, your hips swaying, your eyes and smile sultry. > You hop up onto the couch and lean against his shoulder. > Sulfur and Stars, this colt is tall. > And deliciously warm. > You slide a hoof down his arm, until you are holding his hand. > You gaze up at his no doubt flustered fa- > He tilts his head. > "Was that supposed to be lewd?" > He gives your hoof a squeeze. > Your legs buckle beneath you as a wave of heat crashes inside you. "B-buck yeah, you lewd colt, squeeze my hoof again!" > Master Anon is frowning now. "Is that all?" > You nuzzle his shoulder, mind fuzzy from all the energy you are drinking up. "Mmmm, if you want more..." > You lift your muzzle... > And give him a peck on the cheek! > The few stallions you've had all crumpled at this stage, but this colt, this colt, > "Looks like I'll have to do things myself." > What does he mean by th- > His lips meet yours, pressing and parting. > A hot, greedy tongue invades your mouth. > His desire pours into you, hotter than the fires of Tartarus. > You moan weakly, returning the kiss as best you can. > Then a hand slides over your hip, grasping at your flank, and you can think no more. ------------ > Be Anon, poking an unconscious demoness. > Shouldn't she have bat wings? > Maybe there's a three tribes thing in Tartarus as well? > What writings you have found don't really go into much detail on that sort of thing > Regardless, this whole "summoning a succubus" thing is kinda disappointing, a little frenching and an assgrab, and she's out cold. > At least she's got a cute smile. > Still, you'd feel weird about sexing up a sleeping girl, or uh, mare. > So you flip through Torn Heart's Occult Tome and review the contract you made > Blah blah emotional energy, blah blah harm only on command, blah blah dismiss by this incantation > Nothing about what to do if she faints > A whole section on how to use a succubus' shapeshifting and seduction powers to sabotage rival stallions, and a small warning about getting addicted to their services > Another section for talking to the manager, but you don't want to resort to that before you get a handle on the situation > You look back at the succubus, and boop her snoot > She lets out a sleepy giggle, but otherwise doesn't react > Guess you'll finish grading homework while you wait --------- > Be Sotharia, emerging from the depths of dreaming > You feel unbelievably satisfied but also kinda fuzzy > You hear a susurrus of paper > That can't be, it would catch fire in Tartarus > You open your eyes and everything falls into place > The summoning > The torrent of desire > Blacking out > All of your contentment transmutes into shame as you stare at your master "Did we... do it?" > He looks up at your question, rolling up a scroll > How terrible would it be if you don't even remember your first time? > Master Anon chuckles, which does absolutely nothing for your state of mind > "No, I'm afraid not. Do you want to try again, or do you need to prepare yourself?" > You gnaw on your lip > On one hoof, you really ought to take charge and give him a bucking he will remember for decades to come > On the other hoof, you are pretty sure that's beyond your capabilities right now > Maybe, if you are lucky, you can get him off after your second or third climax, but you just know it will be disappointing for him > This is what you were born to do, yet... > Tears hiss down your cheeks, boiling away in the heat of your shame and embarrassment > Master Anon frowns in concern > "Hey, are you alright? Do you want to talk about it?" > He reaches out and strokes between your horns > You take a deep breath, letting the repetitive motion stabilize you > You swallow "I'm s-sorry for being too weak before, Master. This servant has yet to gain the experience necessary to grant you the full experience of summoning my kind." > You know Infernal policy, you know what you must do "For no additional sacrifice, you may bind an additional succubus, who will be guaranteed to have the necessary experience. If you choose to void our contract, that mare will be my substitute. If you permit me to stay, she will train me with your cooperation, as well as follow any commands you may have. How would you like to proceed?" > He leans forward, bracing his elbows on his knees > Master's face is impassive > "What would you like to happen?" > You blink, not expecting the question "I..." > This isn't a power-mad, vain wizard > Master Anon has been gentle to you > You get to your hooves, standing tall on the couch cushion "I want one more try at my own pace. After that, you should talk to my manager and she'll arrange for my trainer and your second servant." > To be honest, you doubt you could be so forthright with your wishes without the binding giving you a prodding to answer truthfully > He nods > "Then that's what we'll do." > Master Anon leans back and smiles at your surprised expression > "Whenever you're ready." > Okay, you can do this > Seduction manipulation techniques aren't going to cut it, and might not be necessary > You can still taste his desire in your soul > Now you just have to remember your cockwrangling training > ... > How long has it been since you took a refresher course? > ... > Well, maybe it'll come to you as you get into it > Your horns glow pink with motes of black as you gently levitate your master and unfasten his pants > They slide off easily, revealing... even smaller pants > Why > You pull those down too, half expecting another set of pants beneath that > But no, instead you are faced with a fully erect dick with no ball bra > Your magic falters at this display, and Master falls back to the couch with a soft 'pomf' > You look at his erection, then his face "Already?" > He smiles > "You're a cute mare." > Oh buck > You know your face is red > Well, redder > You take a deep breath and accidently get a noseful of his musk > You let out a little moan of need, but you are a professional, you need to stay in control of yourself > You reach out with your hoof and stroke the shaft > So smooth, and feverishly warm > You bring your other hoof up to cup his family jewels, gently massaging the most delicate and precious part of your master > He hums a little in appreciation, slowly thrusting his length against your hoof > You can't escape the scent of his lust now, it pulls you in > The tip of his cock boops your nose and instinct takes over > Your tongue wraps around the head, pulling it into your mouth and filling your mind with the first taste of ecstasy > Master Anon groans, grabbing your curved horns and tugging your head closer to his loins > You are all too happy to oblige > With each inch you take deeper into your mouth, you get a sense of fulfillment and accomplishment > This is what you were born to do, and it feels amazing > The cushion below your marehood is soaked with your arousal, each wink sending another spurt of marecum > At last, your nose is buried in his pubic hair and you instinctively suckle at the rod of pure desire in your mouth > "F-fuck!" > That's the last thing you hear ------ > Be Anon, officially hot and bothered > Sotharia's eyes have rolled back, but she is still gently sucking on your dick > Of all the times to faint on you...actually, this is alright > You had sort of hoped she could finish the blowjob, but taking things into your own hands will work > It helps that her ram's horns make for really good handles > You thrust in and out of her mouth, shuddering at her relentless suction > You let go of a horn to reach over and grab a handful of her thicc ass > Soft, yet firm enough to grip, and slick with her splattered juices > Sotharia makes a muffled moan, and you can't help but pick up the pace > Your dick is practically melting in the warmth of her mouth, each thrust bringing waves of pleasure that surge and crash inside you > You cry out in ecstasy, jamming your cock as deep as it will go and coating her throat in your cum > Sotharia purrs, swallowing it all and relentlessly sucking until the last drop is gone > You lay boneless against the couch, trying to catch your breath > But she's still sucking > You whimper, prying her mouth from your cock with some difficulty, letting her chin rest on your thigh > Sotharia makes a mewl of discontent, but only nuzzles your leg > You lean back against the couch and let out a long sigh > Should you really summon another one? > Part of you feels sorry for Sotharia, but another part can't help but wonder how good a veteran succubus would be > ... > You'll think about it after a quick nap > As you drift off, you pat Sotharia's neck, her purring lulling you to sleep ------- > Be Sotharia, waking up again > You get your bearings quicker this time > You feel more powerful, and you have the most delicious aftertaste > It's a bit of a disappointment that you fainted before the climax, but you are a little proud that you did well enough for him to finish the job with your mouth > Glancing up, Master is asleep > Maybe you can try again? > You try not to move too much, in case it wakes him up > Your tongue stretches as far as it can, a mere hairsbreadth from his flaccid stallionhood > You scooch a little closer, but that rouses Master > He absently strokes your neck, then looks down at your tongue, still elongated and reaching > "Not now, Sothi. We need to talk." > You pull it back into your mouth "About?" > He rubs his face one-handedly > "You seemed pretty upset about getting a trainer or whatever. Do you really want me to do that?" > You blush "It wasn't about getting a trainer, I was worried you'd void my contract. It's hard for virgin succubi to get training or even experience. It will help me a lot if you do summon a trainer." > He looks at you in surprise "Huh. Okay. Is there a time limit on this, or can we do the summoning tomorrow?" > You shake your head "No time limit, this is purely a matter of customer satisfaction." > Master Anon sighs in relief > "Then tomorrow it is. I still have to do some grading for tomorrow. While I'm doing that, feel free to explore the house." "Yes, Master." > With that, he gently pushes your head off his leg and starts getting dressed > You sit back on the cushion, then immediately get to your hooves at the feel of cold, damp marecum soaked into the fabric > You are a little curious about what Master does, that he is grading homework, but you must not distract him from his work > You hop off the couch and levitate the cushion > Hopefully you'll find the laundry room quickly -------- > Be Anon, absently checking over the warding diagram drawn on the scroll > Looks like Pip opted for a malice operator and a hemisphere membrane > Points for increased mana efficiency, since pixies can't burrow, but points off for forgetting that mischief isn't always malice > Considering pixies are necessary to summon fae, that could be a deadly oversight > You write your comments in the margins, then roll up the scroll and toss it in the "graded" basket > The next scroll you pick up is a fair bit longer than the others > You don't even have to look at the signature to know it's from Gold Star > Let's see what she's cooked up now > Triskelion triangle format, contra-purpose operator, omission sub operator, memory wipe coda, and dome, box, and pyramid membranes > It is very close to the ideal warding formation for pixies, if it weren't for the power requirements > Of course, if Gold Star was making this for herself, that wouldn't be a problem > You make a note of that in the margin and pause > You know this is why she goes over and beyond the requirements of the assignment, but it's not like the work doesn't merit recognition > You sigh and draw a little eight-pointed star on the back of the scroll and retie the ribbon > About half an hour later, you have finished the last of the scrolls > You look up to find a pink unicorn mare sitting patiently, her wavy cherry-red mane in a loose braid over her shoulder > You frown, none of your wards alerted you to this intru- > Her eyes are wine-red, and her cutie-mark is a sword's sheath > You raise an eyebrow "Is that your preferred form for public outings?" > Sotharia nods > "There are enough windows in this house to require such measures. Would you like some dinner, Master?" > You glance at the clock, it is about that time > Guess the whole summoning, trial run, and nap took more time than you thought "That sounds great, Sothi." > You stand up and crack your back, following the mare to the dining room > Only one place at the table is set, with all the silverware, plates and bowls you would expect from a high society function > You frown as you sit "Please tell me you haven't prepared a full course meal." > Sothi nods > "It is only one course." > A tray is levitated towards the table, and the cover is lifted > Your nose is assaulted with the aroma of spaghetti, garlic bread, and parmesan cheese > Your mouth waters "This smells delicious, thank you Sothi." > She smiles slightly as she serves the food > "We are trained to serve in a variety of duties, for infiltration and our master's convenience." > You are a few bites into the meal before you frown at her "Aren't you going to eat?" > Sothi wears a satisfied grin > "You fed me quite well. I'll let you know when I get hungry, Master." > Fair enough --------- > Be Summit Seeker, one of the few stallions in Professor Anonymous' advanced conjuration class > You know why the mares are here, it's for only one thing and it's disgusting > Part of why you are here is because when you have a herd, you want to make sure none of them are summoning incubi when you are busy > The other part is the undeniable appeal of building an interplanar network of contacts, funneling secrets and capable allies into your sphere of influence > That's what Professor Anonymous did to reach such a lofty position in academia, and you hope to follow in his hoofsteps > Though perhaps in a different department > As much as you respect your professor, you want to be the head of whatever field you specialize in > "Good morning!" > You spare a smile for Pip, the other stallion in the class "Good morning, how was your weekend?" > Pip wiggles his ears, the thaumic tuner clips levitating his slate onto the table you share > "Great! Me and the girls had a wonderful time at the amusement park, and last night, I think I caught a glimpse of Luna in my dream!" > You feel bad for Diamond Tiara and Silver Spoon > The poor mares are stuck in some sort of pre-herd limbo until Pip either gives up on having Luna as his alpha, or actually manages to catch her eye > Given his unrelenting optimism, both outcomes seem equally unlikely > Still, you can respect his ambition, if nothing else "That sounds really nice of them, have you thought of how you're going to thank Diamond and Silver?" > Pip tilts his head > "Thank? We each bought our own tickets, though Diamond did try to pay for it all. But maybe I should bake them some cookies for coming up with the idea." > You smile and nod, having done what you can for the girls > Pip leans close and whispers, > "What about you? How did the...thing go?" > You grimace at the memory "A total bust. All the owl feathers burnt up, and the mushrooms practically exploded. It took me hours to clean it all up." > The old tome said the wisdom potion was tricky to brew, but you thought you had it under control > Then again, if a somewhat skilled amateur like yourself could brew it, it wouldn't sell for so much in alchemy stores > Though that might also be because of the cognitive addictiveness of the potion > You certainly wanted to at least try your first batch, using the clarity to figure out if your money making scheme was actually workable > "Aw, that's too bad, it would have been nice if you could have started paying off your student debt so soon." > You shrug, swallowing a bit of envy > Pip managed to get an "unnamed donor" ie, Diamond Tiara to pay for his tuition > You honestly can't tell if he really doesn't know it was her, or if he's milking her gently while dodging her advances "It's not like I have to make down payments yet, so there is plenty of time to overcome setbacks like this." > He looks at you seriously > "Just let me know if there's anything I can do to help. Us colts have got to stick together!" > You manage a half-smile "Thanks, Pip. Though I doubt it will come to that, I can always sell my bathwater or something." > Pipsqueak shudders and you can't help but laugh > For all the crazy stuff that goes on in Ponyville, he is awfully sheltered > The door at the front of the classroom opens with a clatter, and Professor Anonymous strolls in, followed by an unfamiliar pink unicorn mare > Pip stares at her, whispering, > "Do you think it's his marefriend?" > You roll your eyes and whisper back "More likely an assistant." > Dr. Anon claps his hands once, and the excited murmuring of the class dies down > "Good morning, class. I am pleased to say that you all have a decent grasp of warding techniques, though I would advise every one of you to review your schema and diagrams carefully before attempting anything." > You quickly levitate a roll of paper and a pen out of your saddlebags > You have a suspicion about what this lecture will be about, and you don't want to miss a thing > "But that brings us to today's activity. Your first summoning." > Dr. Anon grins at the excited noises from your classmates > "Before you get any funny ideas, you're going to be summoning a basic wisp." > There are more than a few audible groans > Professor Anonymous ignores them and sets a thick, white, and unlit candle on the table by his lectern > You have to admit, minor light elementals are something of a letdown, given the other possibilities > "That said, it's up to you how much mana you put into your side of the contract. Keep in mind, your assignment for the next week is keeping your contract with the wisp. You'll be responsible for its actions during that time." > You furrow your brow > While wisps are very weak, given enough mana, they can pull off some remarkable illusions and light shows > The catch is, that much of your mana reserves is continually syphoned to sustain their presence on this plane > "I've already put down some basic wards, so just focus on the words of the contract and the mana you are going to offer. Let's start in the front and work out way back. Secret Word, come up when you are ready." > The unicorn mare with a pale gray coat and mint-green mane nods, her eyes dropping to her notes > You follow her example, but prick your ears when you hear her hoofsteps a moment later > "Won't you abide through the night, gentle friend? I have much to share with you." > You look up at her anxious voice > The mare is frozen, her cheeks slowly reddening at the prospect of failure > Then the wick of the candle flares with golden light > Your eyes slide off the source of that light, no matter how much you try to focus on it > It's just as the book described, but it feels weird to experience it for yourself > At least you can track the wisp by its amber corona as it settles on Secret Word's nose > The mare stares wide-eyed, then looks at Dr. Anon > He smiles at her > "That's it. You should be able to share your thoughts with it to get it to move, wisps are pretty cooperative." > The wisp circles Secret's head a few times before streaking towards her table and settling on her pen > Secret nods at the professor and follows it > As the next student trots up, you review the words of the contract, making absolutely sure you have it memorized > You're just glad whoever established the working precedent kept the contract so short > Before long, it's your turn > You trot to the warding circle, but pause to read it > Unbound operator, dimming coda, sphere membrane > The operator isn't too intrusive, so the upkeep should be pretty small > Meanwhile the coda should make sure you don't get blinded on the off chance that it rejects the contract > "Well done." > You look up to see Dr. Anon smiling at you > "Once you're satisfied about the precautions, go ahead and do the summoning." > You nod, unable to stop a blush at receiving his praise > You double check the circle for imperfections, finding none > Satisfied, you trot to the edge of the circle and take a deep breath "Won't you abide through the night, gentle friend? I have much to share with you." > You offer up as much mana as you would use to light your horn > Rather than the dissipating sensation you were expecting, it feels like it was sucked away, leaving a feeling of something clinging to your horn > It reminds you of when you got your horn stuck in some mud as a foal > The candle wick flares with an emerald green light, and you call your wisp to your withers > It settles there easily enough, and you trot back to your table > Pip prances past you, an excited grin on his face > You keep an ear on him as you sit down, but most of your attention is on your wisp > Making it move is nearly effortless, as is changing the intensity of its light > You play around with it for some time before you hear "Gold Star" > You look up to see the mare trot by, head held high > You have to admit, she isn't bad looking, what with her bright yellow coat and fashionably messy short white mane > If only she wasn't such an insufferable show-off > Gold Star stands by the warding circle and clears her throat > "In brightest day, in blackest ni-" > Dr. Anon snaps his gloved fingers > A small explosion scorches Gold's horn and rocks her head back > "Ow!" > He scowls at her > "The only time you should summon a Guardian is when there is actual danger. Do you want to be blacklisted from that plane?" > Gold Star stares at the floor with a surly expression > "...no." > Your professor sighs > "Think before you cast, Ms. Star. None of my previous students have become wizards, and I will not have you be the first." > You glance at the poster of a wild-eyed unicorn dropping a shoulder cannon onto a kindergarten playground > It reads, "Wizards: No sense of right and wrong!" > Gold Star recites the wisp contract in a bored tone > The rest of the summonings occur without incident, taking up most of the rest of the class time > As the last pony returns to her seat, Dr. Anon claps his hands again, drawing the attention of the class > "Just a few last things. First, your homework," > With a wave of his hand a flock of scrolls flies out of a basket, the mana in the ribbons seeking out their owners > You look over your scroll, smiling a bit to see perfect marks > "Second, something to think about for our next class. I'm sure you're all wondering about my lovely assistant here. Her name is Sothi, and she is a native of Tartarus. Come to class next week with any questions you may have for her. That's all, see you Wednesday." > You stare at the pink, fidgeting mare > Fulsome flank, rounded eyes, perfect shapeshifting > There's only one thing she can be, and there is only one thing Dr. Anon can be feeding her > You let Pip tug you along as your conception of your idol...no, not shatters, but shifts > Is he lonely? > Is it trust issues? > Your mind whirls with possibilities > Perhaps power has its price, no matter how careful you are ----------- > Be Anon, eating lunch in your office > It's pretty cozy, with a wall dedicated to a huge bookcase salvaged from the library renovations, filled with texts and knick-knacks > A comfy chair for you behind a mahogany desk, and two M. College standard chairs for guests > Sothi is sitting in one of them, her eyes wandering your office while you eat your reheated curry > She noms on her tail hair, a nervous habit that never fails to make you smile > The succubus must have sensed your amusement because she scowls at you > "Do I really have to answer their questions? Can't you just teach them normally?" > You shake your head "You have to understand, a good 90% of those mares are going to try to summon an incubus, and some of them won't be using a safe contract. I want your expert witness for just what can happen in those cases. Besides, it will have more weight if it comes straight from the horse's mouth." > The door to your office clicks open, even though you know it was locked > You turn to see Silk Veil, Professor of Illusion, poke his head through > "What's this I'm hearing about whores? Are you putting together a birthday party for Point Missing? Can I help?" > You roll your eyes "Hardly. Silk, meet Sothi of Tartarus. Sothi, meet Silk Veil, expert illusionist, amatuer comedian." > Sothi nods pleasantly > Silk takes a few sniffs, then hops up in the chair next to hers > You discreetly put a lid on your curry, wondering if he is bothered by the smell just now > He grins at you > "You left out the part where she's your marefriend. How did you meet? Was it romantic?" > Sothi's eyes go wide > "M-marefriend?" > You tilt your head "Nothing like that, found a contract in a tome I had been looking for, and decided to try it out." > Silk raises an eyebrow > "Is that what they call it nowadays? I can smell her [i]all[/i] over you." > You facepalm "Knew I forgot something. How much for your silence?" > He chuckles > "It's free, because anypony with a nose can tell. Not too clever, bringing her along so we can match the scent to her." > You sigh "Oh well. What's done is done. Why did you come here, anyways?" > Silk shrugs > "I was going to tease you about disrupting every class for the rest of the week again, but now I have much better material. Stay safe, you kids, and if you have a happy accident, name it after me!" > He hops out of the chair and sashays out of your office > You know this is probably just his way of looking out for you, but he sure loves to lean into the "whimsical stallion" stereotype "Good riddance, you nosy nutter." > He winks at Sothi, then closes the door behind him > Sothi just blinks > "If I didn't know better, I'd have said an incubus managed to permanently manifest." > You snort good-naturedly "Sounds about right. He'll be happy to hear that." > You glance at the clock and sigh > Looks like you'll have to finish your lunch after the next class ------- > You knew it was only a matter of time, but you suppose you should be grateful that Zibuyile decided to wait until after classes were over for the day > The zebra mare juts out her chest, her curly tuft prominently displayed > "I heard it's open season, let me in your herd for three reasons!" > Sotharia gives her a flat look, then turns to you > "Do you only know flirty ponies?" > You cross your arms "Seems like it, some days. Buzz off, Zibby. I'm still not interested." > The alchemist looks critically at Sothi, who is fluffing up in an adorable display of hostility > Zibby shakes her head "What a waste, there is no accounting for taste. When you want to become unencumbered, remember to call my number." > You're glad to see her go > Zibby has never been the most subtle of your suitors, and she is annoyingly persistent, but least she knows when she's outstayed her welcome > Sothi growls after her > "Filthy, stinking z-" ----- > In another universe, a smol Twilight Sparkle perks her ears at the cry of a kindred soul > The alarm built into her helmet starts blaring again ----- > You sigh "Careful there, Sothi. It would cause me some problems if they heard you say the z-word." > She bows her head to you > "Apologies, master. It's always infuriating, meeting the competition." > You blink "Competition?" > Sothi nods > "Far too many clients are lost to tight striped pussy. There is only so much casual sex to go around, and we succubi are at a disadvantage, being unable to interact outside of summonings and contracts." "Huh. Never thought of it that way." > You put the last of the scrolls in your basket and pick it up "Well, let's go home and get some reinforcements then." > Sotharia grins > "I like that plan." ----- > You clear your throat, and recite the summoning incantation "By the silent tolling of the cracked brass bells, I call thee. By the grinding stone, I provide for thee. By the Yellow Jester's strings, I pull thee from the court of the Crimson King." > Smoke billows out once more from inside the circle, the color of garnet red "Heed my call, Cthoni!" > A truly impressive set of addax horns emerges, followed by a large succubus, her bat wings flapping to disperse the sulfurous smoke that accompanied her incursion into your lab > She kind of reminds you of Celestia, only crimson and malevolently sexy > Her reptilian eyes open and settle on you with the weight of centuries > "Cthoni, 9th district manager speaking. What is the nature of your complaint?" > You still feel kind of weird, being on this side of things "It seems I kind of overwhelm Sotharia. She mentioned a trainer as compensation?" > Cthoni smiles and nods > "It would be my pleasure to arrange a specialist for you. Would you prefer winged, horned, or barb-tailed?" > Huh, so there is a tribal thing "Barb-tailed. With big teats, if you have one." > Cthoni smirks "I have thousands, but I know just who to send. Do you have any other concerns or complaints?" > You shake your head "Nah, Sothi's a sweetheart." > The lesser succubus blushes, which only deepens as Cthoni chuckles > "I'm glad to hear that. Please feel free to contact me if you encounter any further problems with our service." > You nod "Will do." > Cthoni abruptly vanishes, replaced by a slightly disoriented succubus a few inches taller than Sotharia > The new mare has a cream coat and burgundy mane, her slender devil tail of the same color swishing back and forth > Her eyes flicker to you, then to Sothi > The trainer beams at her > "Aria, long time no see!" > Sothi's jaw drops > "Lelloth? Is that really you?" > The barbed one grins > "You bet! How've you been?" > Sotharia glances at you, her ears drooping > "So far so good, but there has been... complications." > Lelloth sobers, then formally bows to you > "Pardon this servant's distraction. I bind myself to your will in the name Lelloth." > You wave dismissively "It's not every day you meet an old friend, I understand. By my will and might, I bind you in my name, Anonymous. But you can call me Anon." > Lothric? Lelol? Hmm, you're going to have to think on her nickname > At any rate, she waves you towards the couch you keep in the lab > Still missing the cushion from before, but oh well > You sit down in the middle > Lel clears her throat > "The fundamental problem is that Sotharia's lust capacity is currently too small to process all the energy you are feeding her." > You frown "Is that dangerous?" > Lelo shakes her head > "As you've no doubt experienced, we succubi faint when that occurs, shutting down lust consumption. Now, the treatment is fairly simple. You're going to have to cum in or on her to increase her magical capacity, and thus her lust capacity." > Sotharia grins > "I like this plan." > Jell-Oth smirks at her > "I thought you might. What do you say, Anon, are you up for this?" > You scratch your cheek "Sounds fun to me, the only problem I'm seeing is having to do all the work while she's passed out." > Ellie (oh, you like that one) polishes her hoof on her tuft > "Don't worry, I'll pick up where she leaves off. Shall we start?" > You shuck your pants and boxers off in a single motion "Let's rock and roll." > After some adjustments, you are sitting back as Sotharia backs up > Her tail flicks and drapes over her back, baring her glistening marehood and puckered ponut > Lelloth is sitting on her haunches to the side, waving her hooves like she's directing a truck driver while he's backing up > She is even making beeping noises, to Sotharia's embarrassment > "Aaaaand stop." > Your erection is gently cradled between Sothi's buttcheeks, nudging her tail dock > "Now, lower your front and give him the ol' gluteal grope." > Sothi shifts, her cheeks clenching around your dick, gently squeezing and stroking it she rocks her hips > You groan, instinctively grabbing her rump, feeling the play of her muscles under the tender layer of fat > Sotharia makes a whimper, panting > Ellie draws closer, her pupils dilating at the scene > "You got this, Ari! Just hang in there and-" > The poor succubus faints, her ass releasing you from its grip > Ellie sighs > "Baby steps. We'll get there eventually." > You pat Sothi's flank "For what it's worth, it felt pretty good. So, what now?" > The barbed succu- > The BBQbus climbs up into your lap, her forehooves on your shoulders and a cocky grin on her face > "You wanted big teats, right? Well I'm going to show you what I can do with them." > You lick your lips "Fuck yeah." > Ellie turns around and sits on your lap, laying your cock between her teats, each a perfect handful > Her thighs tremble as they press together, smashing her crotchtits into a perfect sleeve for your pleasure > "H-how is that? L-like that, sl- oh mare, uh," > ...no > You look down to see her face deeply blushing, her mouth open and panting, tongue lolling out of her mouth > You thrust as an experiment > Her teats are silky-smooth around you and slick with sweat > Ellie leans back against your chest and croons in delight > You piston once more into her exquisite teatjob, and she shudders, eyes rolling back in her head > You sit still, with one passed-out succubus slumped on the floor, the other one unconscious and cumming vigorously on your lap > There is only one thing to say to encapsulate this whole situation "Hecc." > You shake your head in resignation and proceed to fuck Lelloth's teats to completion, careful to finish all over Sotharia's ass > This is getting out of hand > Now there are two of them ------------------------------------ > You are Lelloth, waking up feeling more full than you have in decades > It takes a moment to figure out where you are and only a moment longer for your heart to sink > Not only did you fail to meet your master's needs, you can't even help Aria like this > At least she didn't see you pass out like a rookie > You hear the sounds of cooking from what you assume is the kitchen > You get to your hooves and hop down from the couch > No point putting off your dismissal > You resolutely trot towards the noise, the first hints of dawn filling the hall with a faint warm glow > You are surprised to find Aria in the kitchen, frying some eggs > Maybe master Anon is still asleep? > On one hoof, you have a little more time > On the other, now you have time to worry about what's going to happen to your contract "Good morning, Aria." > Sotharia turns to look at you and smiles, the spatula still held in her magic > "Good morning, Lelloth. Was the couch alright?" > You nod absently "Yeah, it was fine. Listen, is there anything you can tell me about Anon? Anything I can do to make him reconsider cancelling my contract?" > Aria rubs her chin > "It might not come to that. He's surprisingly sympathetic, I, uh..." > She blushes > "kinda cried a little." > You raise your eyebrows "Like a colt? Do you think it'll work if I try it?" > It would hurt your dignity, but it's hardly the most demeaning thing you've done for a master > Aria shrugs > "Maybe? I've only been here for a few days." > You frown > At least it sounds like you have a chance > Sotharia flips the egg onto a plate and covers it with a lid > She motions for you to join her at the table > "So, when did you get so much experience? Did you just get lucky, or what?" > You sit on a chair across the table from Aria, wrapping your tail comfortingly around your forehooves "It was about fifty years ago, I was summoned to sabotage some stallion's ball bras, to make sure he had a wardrobe malfunction at an upcoming social event." > Sotharia smirks > "Did you get to see it happen?" > You shake your head "Never got the chance. The night I sneak in, one of the herd mares was having some fun with an incubus. It turns out the herd stallion was a jealous sort, and had all sorts of wards up. The mare got a tongue lashing, not the fun kind, but the incubus was trapped. The stallion started ranting about making it so the incubus wouldn't be able to tempt anypony ever again, and grabbed a knife." > Sotharia grimaces > "Tartarus hath no fury..." > You chuckle "Pretty much. So I dash in and stomp on the tiles that the ward was written on, breaking them and setting Qetsifah free. After we escaped, Qet had his contract voided, and my master did the same when she found out how I failed. Back in Tartarus, Qet tracks me down and spends a week thanking me." > Aria raises her eyebrows > "And he didn't get summoned away the entire time? You lucky nag." > You grin "You betcha. Apparently, he was out on medical leave for the trauma, but he seemed fine for the most part. Only a couple of nightmares while he was with me. Once or twice a year when our schedules match up, he drops by. Says that my teats are calming to him." > Sotharia whimpers > "That's just not fair. All of my contracts are just fake marefriend stuff and a little kissing practice before they get cold hooves." > You shrug "Lord Luck just likes me better." --------- > Be Anon, strolling into the kitchen > Looks like your summons are having a nice chat > You smile a little in admiration of Cthoni's thoughtfulness in reuniting some old friends > Sothi looks up at your arrival, beaming > "Good morning, Master." > Her horns glow, setting a platter with your breakfast on the table "Mornin', Sothi, Ellie." > Ellie looks at you quizzically as you sit down and dig in > "Ellie?" > You swallow "You know, from the middle of your name. Don't like it?" > She shrugs, her tail moving restlessly > "It's fine. Um. Can we talk about my contract?" > You scratch at your scalp "Sure thing. Though, I was thinking that we should figure out what's going on before summoning a third succubus or something." > Ellie looks at you with wide eyes > "A third- you're keeping me on?" > You glance between her and Sothi, who is looking smug for some reason "Yeah? I figure whatever is going is on my end, since you have had sex before without fainting. Is that not the case?" > The BBQbus shakes her head > "No, that is the case. I guess I just expected... it doesn't matter. So, you clearly have an overabundance of desire stored up. I take it you recently moved here, and it's hard making new friends?" > You frown "Not really? I moved here about ten years ago, and I have a handful of friends." > Ellie raises an eyebrow > "Are they all a bunch of beta mares and dykes?" > You shake your head "Silk's a stallion, Point is fun to talk to, Bell is a hoot of an old coot, and...uh...Simmer always tries to get me to try on armor for her?" > She looks unimpressed > "At least tell me you and Silk have sleepovers every once in a while." > You furrow your brows "What? That's a thing? I thought Silk was just teasing me." > Sotharia frowns at you > "When was the last time you had a hug?" > You look at the ceiling, trying to recall and avoiding their concerned gazes > It wasn't after you were hired here, and it wasn't while you were studying magic > ... > You smile sheepishly "About twenty years ago?" > Sothi starts trembling > Ellie turns pale, running a hoof through her mane > You shrug helplessly "It's not that bad?" > Ellie glares at you > "Only because you're dead inside. Sombra's ballsack, Master, you're trying to pour a lake into a teacup." > You rub your chin "So, we're going to need more than three?" > Sothi snorts > "You could summon half of Tartarus and still knock them all out." > You glance at the clock and sigh "Well, I have to start getting ready for work. Whatever we decide, it will have to wait until we get home. At least this will give us some time to think on it." > Ellie and Sothi share a glance that makes you wonder if you should start thinking about non-lewd jobs for succubi --------------- > Be Summit Seeker on the way to your first class of the day > You have to admit, seeing all the wisps floating around is rather pretty, as if the air itself was polkadoted > Then you spy Pip strolling ahead, his flanks and undercarriage swarming with wisps > You scowl in disgust > Mares > You trot quickly to catch up "Morning, Pip." > He perks up > "Seeks, you're looking positively glowing this morning!" > Wha- > You groan "Don't tell me my rump has a bunch of wisps on it too." > He gives you a whimsical smile > "Okay, I won't." > You look behind you, finding a noticeable corona around your ass > You glare at all the mares you can see, but that changes nothing > You make an illusion of a marehood, to the leers and delight of no few of your watchers > Then you make an illusion of jagged shears > Your "admirers" pale, and more than a few wisps flee from your backside > An agonizingly slow snip later with plenty of gore, and you and Pip are free from summoned pests > Your friend shakes his head > "I understand how you feel, but you're never going to get a marefriend with displays like that." > You lift your chin and start walking "I wouldn't want a marefriend who needed to see displays like that to behave decently." > Pip shrugs > "Suit yourself. What do you think we'll be doing in combatives today? I hope it's not beam practice, I just had my mane done, and the mana discharge gives me the worst frizzies." > You relax at the change in topic "You're in luck! The syllabus says we're moving on to teleportation." > Pip whimpers > "That's worse!" > You nod solemnly "There cannot be power without sacrifice." > Pip just sticks his tongue out at you, before breaking down and giggling ---------------- > Be Secret Word, practicing near Gold Star in a grid with distances marked clearly > You knew teleportation was in Combatives 120 for a reason, but it still frustrates you how fiddly the spell is > The mana cost is only roughly linear for short distances, increasing steeply until spiking at about the distance of a hoofball field > Maybe that's why hoofball fields are that long, so the refs and whatnot can get to wherever without too much trouble > Your thoughts are interrupted by the sound of three successive bursts of magic, one of them close enough that you feel the heat of dissipating magic on your coat > You scowl at Star "Keep it in your grid." > She looks at you in confusion > "What are you talking about?" > A tiny pop, and suddenly Crisp Order is between the two of you > Between her white coat, the mithril cane holstered by her saddle, and tone of command in her voice, it's easy to believe the rumors that she's a former officer of the palace guard > You and Gold immediately sit at attention > Crisp glares at Gold Star, the larger mare slowly leaning into Star's personal space > "Why are you practicing assault teleportation, Student Star?" > Your friend swallows nervously > "It was just chain teleportation." > Crisp snorts, an invisible levitation spell discreetly moving you further away from what you suspect will be an impromptu demonstration > "This is a chain teleport." > Crisp's horn barely glows before she pops into and out of existence several times around Gold Star, mildly ruffling the student's mane with the wind of displacement > Your friend isn't terribly impressed, and you sigh > Crisp pauses in front of Star, and grins a humorless grin > "And this is assault teleportation." > You think you know what's coming, so you flatten your ears and plug them with your magic > You still hear the five successive thunderclaps fairly clearly, though it isn't painfully loud > Star isn't so lucky > She's covered in soot, the last teleport close enough to blast her off her hooves > Crisp waits for her to get back up before speaking again > "Can you tell me the difference between the two?" > Star twitches her ears > "What?" > Crisp blinks, then coughs awkwardly > After healing Star's ears, she repeats the question > Your friend chews her lip > "Combat teleportation is cast in parallel with an explosive spell?" > The Combatives teacher shakes her head > "It's just the teleportation spell cast with excessive mana. That's why you're supposed to be learning in these grids, to keep the jumps small and more easily calculated. It's certainly not so that you can disrupt your fellow students with showboating." > Gold Star has a surly expression > You raise your eyebrows at her, deliberately unraveling your ear plug constructs > Crisp gives you an apologetic smile before turning back > "That's my job. Now get back to practicing the basic teleport." > Star growls > "I've already mastered that!" > Crisp Order scowls at her > "Clearly not, if you are still accidentally using excess mana for jumps. You've got talent, kid, but it's worse than useless if you don't keep it under control." > With that, she teleports to another student, leaving your friend to glare impotently > You just sigh and get back to practicing > Not even five minutes later, Star starts complaining > "Why are all the teachers such killjoys? First Anonymous clamjams my awesome summoning, then Bell Graph gets on my case about light doodling with my wisp, and now this!" > You give her a dry look "You really want to know?" > Gold looks startled at your question, but nods "We're getting into higher magic. They want to be sure we can control it and use it responsibly before teaching us the really dangerous spells and stuff." > She doesn't look completely satisfied with your answer, but most of her anger is gone > "I'm plenty responsible." > You snort "How's that shoulder cannon coming along, wizard?" > Star rolls her eyes > "I stopped working on that once I learned spells that were stronger." > You give her a flat look "You were actually trying to make a shoulder cannon? Did you model for a certain poster around then?" > She opens her mouth to reply, then closes it > She gives you a sheepish smile > "Promise you won't tell Dr. Anon? Whatever slim chances I have of dating him will be sunk if he ever finds out." > You chuckle ruefully "Trust your clit to be more careful than your brain. Fine, I won't tell him as long as you actually try to follow the class activities and keep your summons under control." > Star groans > "If I wanted nagging and teat twisting, I'd go back home. Come on, be a sis." > You wonder how your dad is doing back home > The scholarship helps, and you send as many bits as you can spare, but you still worry > "-rd. Word? You in there?" > You shake your head and find Gold frowning in concern > "Sorry sis, I wasn't thinking. Are they..." > You force a smile "They were fine, as of the last letter they sent me. But enough talk, we should get back to work before Crisp decides soot suits us." > Gold snorts > "Speak for yourself, I'm going to get me a big-balled goth coltfriend." > You laugh and turn back to your grid > Gold Star may be a hassle to deal with, but she is pretty good at pulling you out of funks as well > Of such is the magic of friendship, you suppose ------------ > Point Missing twitches her ears, the tuner clips flashing in the light of her office > The Enchanting professor has a tousled, chin-length slate blue mane, a brown pastel fur, and flat expression > She looks from Sothi to Ellie to you > "Congratulations on forming a herd." > You roll your eyes at her deadpan joke "Funny. I was actually hoping to get your opinion on whether or not Ellie's tuners should be different from an earth pony's." > Point's eyes brighten and she trots over to the BBQbus > Ellie leans away as the Enchanting professor circles her, ear, tongue and tail tuners fidgeting in arcane motions > "Is this really necessary, Master? I've gotten along just fine for a thousand years without these tuner things." > You shrug "I don't doubt it, but it might be convenient. Besides, it might be possible to make an array that shunts the desire you absorb, if we find the right metal and enchantments." > She seems mollified by your response > Point Missing chooses that moment to lick her cheek > Ellie's tail lashes and she gets a predatory gleam in her eyes > "If that's how you want to play, you should have said so!" > You sigh "Down girl. What was that about, Point?" > The mare sticks out her tongue, flashing the gold band of her tuner > "Taste-based analysis spells are quite efficient and effective. Specifically, it seems the best material for Lelloth is brass. The standard design should work for ear tuner clips. As for a grounding or dispersing apparatus, that will take considerably more data on the mechanics of succubi feeding. I should have some time this weekend if you want to get started on that." > You smile "Thanks, that would be great. I'll be heading over to Simmer’s shop next, want me to pass any messages along?" > Point shakes her head then pauses and stares at Ellie and Sothi > "Do either of you have any experience pleasuring female dragons?" > Sothi shakes her head immediately then looks to Ellie > Lelloth frowns > "Haven't tried it myself, but an incubus I know says biting the neck behind the head gets them in the mood. Might want to use magic for that so that you can do more on the fun end." > Point blinks, wiggling her ears experimentally, spellforms wavering in the air before her > You chuckle "And that's all we're going to get out of her. Come on girls, let's go." > Point Missing doesn't acknowledge your words at all, focused on her new project -------------- > Forged Finery sits on the outskirts of Canterlot's merchant district, cut into the mountainside > Simmer took some pains to make it look like a natural cave, though with enough ornamentation to appeal to the typical Canterlotian > You find the black dragoness carefully breathing a jet of fire on where a loop of metal meets the rest of the tiara > Some other ponies are wandering around the shop, examining the weapons, jewelry and armor in the displays > Sothi and Ellie wander off to do the same, Sotharia checking out the rings, Ellie the chain necklaces > One mare is staring at an obnoxiously large codpiece in a set of armor unmistakably meant for a human > You frown and carefully move into her blindspot > "Anonymous! Welcome to my lair, brave hero!" > You sigh "Do you really have to display that armor? I'm never going to wear it." > Simmer smirks, buffing her claws on the pink scales of her underbelly > "Don't get me wrong, I would love to see you in it, but it actually draws enough customers that I'm thinking of branching out into erotic armor for other species." > Fair enough "Glad it's not wasted, I guess. Regardless, I have a commission for you. Do you have any brass, or will you have to order it?" > Simmer’s ruby-red eyes glimmer with interest > "Plenty, it goes into my cheaper wares. What's the project?" > You glance around conspiratorially and lean closer > The dragoness' wings extend in excitement "Ear tuner clips." > Simmer collapses with a groan > "More? Do you have any idea how many of those things I've made ever since you and Point invented the Tartarus-damned things?" > You pretend to think about it "A couple?" > She draws herself up to her full height, a head taller than yourself, and glares at you > "Try a couple thousand. Having the interns from your college carving each enchantment helps, but smithing something so intricate is a pain in the flank." > You raise an eyebrow "So don't make as many. No one is forcing you to do all that." > She huffs, a small puff of smoke escaping her maw > "It's only a matter of time before someone else starts selling them in Canterlot, and then I'll lose my main advantage. At least my hoard has nearly doubled from selling them." > You nod in mock sympathy "Yes, I imagine all that gold is incredibly soothing to your delicate flank." > Simmer snorts > "Try stabbing my ass with your sword, we'll see who's actually delicate. Point is, it'll be a month before I can get started on your commission. Of course, if you want it done sooner, I have some armor you could model for me..." > You frown, crossing your arms "Not going to happen. Knowing you, you'd have the pictures made into a calendar, then sold to half the dragons in Equestria." > She grins > "Already did that, just with empty suits of armor. Though I won't deny that there are some armors that would benefit from having some skin to show. Regardless, anything else you want?" > You shake your head "Not right now. I'll let you get back to making tuner clips." > Simmer growls > "You just had to remind me. Next time, invent something more fun to make, alright?" > You head towards Sothi as the dragoness retreats to her work area > Ironically, she might just get her wish, depending on how your succubi research goes ------------ > Be Cthoni, lounging in your office > As advances in the overworld trickled down, the task of feeding your fellow pothophages has become significantly easier > Nowadays, the incubi and the particularly successful succubi syphon their harvest into vats, which funnel and distribute the liquid Desire into the Phlegethon fountains in each residential center > Admittedly, there will have to be an overhaul of the current infrastructure if the rate of manifestation increases as it has for the past several decades, but you have plenty of unoccupied succubi to devote to the preparations > It seems almost surreal, when you remember how you manifested all those millennia ago > Alone, on a barren chunk of floating rock, surrounded by the howls of the ravenous > You are pulled out of your reverie by a certain summons > You have a familiar, foreboding feeling about this > You cross over in the same circle as last time and put on your professional smile "Is something the matter, Mr. Anonymous?" > A quick glance tells you that Sotharia and Lelloth are more frustrated than distressed, while Anonymous is mildly sheepish > He scratches his cheek > "Well, it turns out I have gone twenty years without physical contact, so it's overwhelming the girls." > Oh buck, now you know who he reminds you of > He continues > "I'm going to try and make some equipment to dissipate that, but we thought we'd ask you first, in case you had a better idea." > You sigh "I doubt something inanimate will work, but stranger things have happened. The more traditional method is to deepen your relationship with somepony and cuddle it out." > Anonymous frowns at that, but before he can reply there is a knocking at the door > The summoner sighs > "I'll go see who it is." > You nod and watch him go > It's a shame about the build up, you'd love to see those long legs spread wide, revealing pendulous- > Lelloth smirks > Your gaze snaps to hers, your face carefully expressionless "I take it there hasn't been any other difficulties?" > She shakes her head > "None, though it can be boring following him around the school and such." > You nod, then turn towards Sotharia > She frowns > "I'll be answering questions in his summoning class tomorrow. Is there anything I should avoid talking about?" > You raise your eyebrows "That could be useful. Rather an avoiding any particular subject, make sure you talk about how to avoid proposing an unacceptable contract." > She bows her head > "Yes, ma'am." > You glance at the door to the room, wondering what is keeping the summoner > Then you feel an ethereal breeze begin to stir > Oh no > Not her > Anonymous strolls into the room, Princess Celestia not far behind > You resist the urge to facehoof > He waves his arm at you and your underlings > "As you can see, things are perfectly under control, and I am not plotting a demonic invasion." > Celestia, who you notice is not wearing her regalia, perks up upon seeing your face > "Cthoni, it's good to see you again. When was the last time..." > You try not to scrunch at the Deluge of Tartarus "I believe it has been eight centuries, Princess. You did quite a number on the incubi population, and we are grateful for your forebearance. We would appreciate it if you reminded your apprentice to be as considerate." > She looks concerned > "Has Twilight done something? I thought she had enough close friends and eligible stallions that she wouldn't turn towards infernal services." > You shake your head "No, not her. This apprentice, Mr. Anonymous. Things are fine as is, but I would rather things don't progress until half of the ninth district is crammed into this house." > The human turns an amused look upon Celestia > "How many did you summon?" > Celestia rolls her eyes > "About one thousand, by the end. Not that it made a difference, they all fainted at the slightest jostling." > You scowl at her "At least tell me you've gotten better, cousin Cadence should have made sure of that." > Celestia shrugs > "She's been a bit busy, ever since she got a husband and made two foals." > You smile at the news "Good for her, I'll have to drop by in a decade or two and see how she's doing." > Then you go right back to scowling "That's no excuse, you have a responsibility to your subjects to reduce your buildup. You may be a mare, but the increased whimsy can still be dangerous. Frankly, I'm surprised you haven't disastrously ruined a major social event or something." > Celestia laughs nervously > "Oh yes, I haven't done anything like that. And of course, now that Twilight has taken over the governance of the country, there is nothing to worry about." > ... > You narrow your eyes at her "Are you trying to turn into another Discord?" > She pouts > "...no." > You take a deep breath and let it out slowly > Then you glare at Anonymous and Celestia "Succubus doctor's orders. You two need some tactile therapy. Hugs, headpats, hoofholding, whatever, just touch somepony." > Celestia rolls her eyes like the menace that she is > Anonymous shrugs and rests a hand on Celestia's neck > You are hit with a blast of ethereal wind, nearly swamped under the desire radiating from Celestia, triggered by that simple act > Sotharia and Lelloth are already unconscious, and you doubt you will last much longer "Like that, yes." > Then you dismiss yourself back to Tartarus > You feel positively bloated as you make your way to one of the syphons > You kiss the prosthetic lips and let the Desire flow away in a burning torrent > Half an hour later, you are merely full and stumble to your divan to lie down > Buck that oblivious mare > Buck her ------- > Be Anon, wondering why Celestia's mane and tail are flapping like crazy while she just sort of leans into your touch > It's kinda weird, but Celestia has been a little silly as long as you've known her > And it is rather nice, feeling her warmth and slow breathing > She stared at you blankly, barely blinking > Did you break her? > You pat her cheek with your other hand "Earth to Celestia, are you there?" > Her eyelids flutter and your patting hand is caught in her magic and pressed into cupping her cheek > Her eyes drift close, her breathing deepening > You can't look away "You okay?" > She doesn't answer or even move for long moments > Celestia leans forward suddenly, and trapping you under her, magic carefully cushioning your descent > She's too big a mare for you to budge, by brute force and/or magical might > At least you can move your head, everything else is under a warm, heavy blanket of princess > You are amused and exasperated to find that she still hasn't opened her eyes "Comfy?" > As if in response, she starts licking your face in slow, deliberate motions > You grimace at being covered in saliva and search for some method of deliverance "Ellie?" > Nothing "Sot-" > Celestia's tongue drags across your mouth, the unexpectedly intimate contact setting off unfamiliar tingling and a surge of...something > Then she moves on and licks the other side of your face > You sigh and resign yourself to whatever this is > The warm weight would be more comforting if you weren't on a stone floor > Then something odd happens > She starts licking your hair, gently nudging your head to get better access > In spite of yourself, you relax > It reminds you of getting a haircut > A simple intimacy, long forgotten > Your eyelids droop > After a few minutes, she finishes grooming you and stretches out her neck beside your head, resting her chin on the floor > You are drawn into a nap, inundated with the mild scent of vanilla ------------- > Be Summit Seeker, waiting for the class to start > You don't actually have many questions for the succubus, it's not like you need to know much about them for your purposes > Next to you, Pip is smiling lightly, clearly daydreaming as he stares at nothing > Looking down at his slate, you see a doodle of his cutie mark, a carrot hanging by a rope, cradled in a crescent moon > You smile and shake your head > Pip is so cute about his crush > The classroom door opens and you look up > The pink succubus trots in, followed by a mare with a cream coat, burgundy mane, and... a long, narrow tail with a barbed spade at the end > Worryingly, there is no sign of Professor Anon > The class murmurs at that > The pink succubus glances at the clock then stomps on the floor with a loud crack that has you wondering about liability of property damage from the actions of intelligent summons > The class settles down, and she smiles > "I am afraid Professor Anon is temporarily indisposed, but he has decided to continue with your lesson. As such, my colleague and I will be answering your questions about infernal matters." > You frown > A second succubus, and Dr. Anon is missing? > You are going to have to check on him after your classes, just to be sure the demons didn't do something to him > The succubus continues > "My name is Sotharia, and this is Lelloth. After our contract with your teacher is complete, you will be able to summon us by calling our names and offering acceptable terms. Something to remember, for any demon, you must make an acceptable sacrifice and offer a fitting payment for a contract to be sealed." > You dutifully write that down > Sotharia licks her lips > "We succubi and incubi accept an unfertilized egg for a sacrifice, the species doesn't matter. But we must be paid in the semen or ovum of a speaking species. If we do not collect it in the course of our duties, we will require it from the summoner. In return, we will offer a wide variety of... services." > She smirks > "Any questions?" > Pip raises his hoof immediately > She nods at him, and he begins to speak > "Can succubi transform to look like another mare?" > Oh Pip, no, just... no > Value yourself more > Sotharia nods > "Yes, though it's easiest if we have a chance to observe the mare. But if you only have a picture, we can at least look pretty close." > You don't like the thoughtful look on Pip's face > The succubus nods to another student > "Who is the most powerful demon?" > You roll your eyes > Typical Gold Star > Lelloth gives him a grim smile > "If you don't know her name, you are nowhere near prepared enough to summon her. And you really, really, don't want to summon her unprepared. Next question." > Somepony behind you asks, > "What are the other types of demons?" > Sotharia trots to the board and levitates a piece of chalk, writing as she speaks > "There are six types: Lust demons like me. Greed demons are known as rea and latro, who are paid with a treasure of great personal meaning. Wrath demons are known as Vastatrix, who are paid in blood. Fear demons are known as Cruciatrix, who are paid in tears of anguish. Envy demons are known as Proditrix, who are paid in a portion of what you desire. And lastly, pride demons are known as Susurratrix, who are paid in your worst secret. Honestly, I think we offer the best services for the least painful price." > You can't help but remember your herd mothers, heaping all of their hopes and dreams for the future on your shoulders, just because only your mother had her an egg left to give birth to you > It's why you moved out as soon as you could > You raise a hoof and receive a nod "How would one make sure a mare doesn't summon incubi?" > Lelloth grins > "Keep the mare satisfied. Or maybe brand them with a ward or something, if you refuse to trust them." > You ignore the slightly fearful glances your classmates are sending you > Your foals will grow up with siblings, one way or another > Amid the mild chatter, a voice calls out, > "What does dick taste like?" > You resist the urge to facehoof > /Mares/ ------- > After confirming that tomorrow night's slumber party with Pip is still on, you set off for Dr. Anon's house > Ironically, he gave you his address in case you needed somewhere to stay, but now you're going there to support him > You take your mind off your worries by making your wisp dance in pretty patterns in front of you, sometimes tracing passing flowers > You should have plenty of time, the succubi should still be teaching the next two classes for most of the afternoon > You find yourself at his particularly tall door, and knock > Silence reigns for a few moments > You knock louder and are rewarded with muffled noises, which sound rather distressed > Thankfully, the door is unlocked and you dash inside > You gallop towards the sound, which has resolved into "Help! Help me!" > You burst into a magic workshop and stop in your tracks > Professor Anon looks at you pleadingly from under Celestia's sleeping form > "Get her off of me, I really need to pee!" > You obey instinctively, leveraging all your magical might and bracing your shoulder against her barrel > Even then, you barely roll her off of him > The moment he's freed, he runs off > You try to think about what to do as he moans in relief > Was he raped? > Or do they have a secret relationship? > You look over the sleeping mare > Is she even Princess Celestia, or is it yet another succubus, just in disguise? > Dr. Anon jogs back into the room before you can come to any sort of conclusion > "Thanks, you really saved me there." > You attempt a smile "Glad to help. Um. Do you want me to call the ponice for you, or..." > He furrows his brows > "Call the ponice?" > Then he glances at Celestia(?) and chuckles > "No, that's really not necessary. Just an unplanned slumber party, that's all. But enough about me, what brings you around?" > You relax a little "Two succubi showed up to teach, and I was worried things had gotten out of your control." > He rubs his face > "On one hand, thanks, your worries were kinda well-founded. On the other hand, if you suspect someone is captured or dominated or whatever, showing up alone is a bad idea. Well, it worked out fine this time, but keep that in mind." > You nod > It's kind of weird seeing your role model in rumpled clothes and positively reeking of a mare's scent > ... > You have to ask "Did you really have to summon succubi?" > He shrugs > "I'm not into stallions, so succubi were the safest choice. And I had hoped... well, they have a certain reputation." > He beckons you to follow him as he leaves the workshop > You follow him into the hall, absently closing the front door with your magic "But the payment, it's so degrading!" > He leads you to his kitchen > He pulls a pizza box out of the fridge and sets it on the table > You sit across from him and shake your head at his silent offer of food > Honestly, it makes you wonder if he was raised by mares or something > Dr. Anon shrugs > "Degradation is a relative thing. I grew up in a place where male chastity is almost worthless, so summoning a demon mare to have fun with has pretty much no downsides." > You frown > You've heard of sex positivity, but even the way he describes it makes it sound anti-masculine > As he sets to eating the cold pizza, a drowsy Princess Celestia wanders in, her mane a kaleidoscope of messily overlapping colors > You freeze, unsure of what to do in front of (admittedly retired) royalty > She doesn't seem to notice you at all, and merely lays down on the floor by Mr. Anon > She rests her chin on the table and levitates a slice of pizza to her mouth > Then Dr. Anon absently pets her neck, and you blush > Unplanned slumber party, your flank, this is... > None of your business > You get to your hooves "I'm glad you're well, professor. I'll see you later." > He salutes you with a half-eaten slice of pizza > You hesitate, bow to Celestia, then try not to gallop on your way out > You mostly succeed > It's only when you are halfway to your apartment that you think of the possibility that the succubi used some sort of magic to seduce Celestia for their master > You aren't sure how to feel about that > On one hoof, surely Princess Celestia, of all mares, ought to be able to resist such magic > On the other hoof, if it was merely accentuating his masculine charms, it would be a viable strategy to snare an influential mare > If you could abide the cost > You shudder, and resolve once more to find a different path than he trod ---- > You are Cadance, checking in on Celestia after she missed raising the sun > You sincerely hope that it's because she overslept, and not because she got sucker punched by a pathophage > Again > You can't really blame her, given her situation > Which you really should get around to treating, but with two foals to take care of on top of managing the crystal empire... > You always felt like there would be time later > You are beginning to suspect that won't be true, unless you make time for it > Shining bumps your shoulder > "At least this gets us away from the foals for a little while." > You smile at him "It is nice to get a break from Glitter Dust's screaming. Not sure if a demonic invasion is worth it, though." > You spy the house as you turn the corner of the suburban street > It's a fairly modest one-story home that is notably not on fire, nor twisted into abyssal architecture > Your husband's expression lightens at the sight, though his camouflaged shield does not drop > "Maybe just an infiltrator, eh?" > You shrug "One way to find out." > A short trot later, and you are knocking on the door > Anonymous opens it, and you can't help but notice Celestia resting her chin on his shoulder > The other thing you notice is Shining's shield popping and both of you are blasted with ethereal wind > You brace your legs, instinctively funneling the chaotic wash of magic through your horn and out through your hooves to be grounded in the earth > The human raises an eyebrow at your glowing horn > "Can I help you?" > Celestia, meanwhile, looks sheepish > "Ah, I missed it this morning..." > You nod "We were worried. Dr. Anonymous, I am Princess Cadance, and this is my husband, Shining Armor. I hope you'll understand we have to check things out when a Princess doesn't return from checking on a security risk." > He sighs > "Sure, just don't you start licking my hair too." > You raise an eyebrow at Celestia, who blushes and wordlessly retreats into the house > You exchange a glance with your husband and follow Anon to his living room > You and Shining settle on two nearby cushions on the floor while the human sits on the couch > You raise your eyebrows as Celestia climbs on and drapes her hind legs across his lap and he just pats her haunches "So, are you dating or something?" > The two of them blush > Celestia coughs > "No, ah, not that I would comp- well. This is just an extended sleepover." > You look to Anonymous > He just shrugs > "She's warm and soft. I'm not complaining." > Shining snickers > Celestia frowns at Anon > "I am not soft! I am toned and firm, as a mare should be." > He raises an eyebrow at her, then squeezes her flank, his fingers sinking noticeably into her flesh > She makes a strangled noise that reminds you once again that behind all her maternal wisdom and long centuries, she is still a mare > The ethereal wind rises to a gale, and all the magic that you have been funneling and shunting crystalizes into thousands of sand grain-sized gems > Anon frowns at the sight > "What's going on there?" > You try to pick your words carefully "You two are emotionally repressed and all this touching is releasing a lot of magic in the emotional spectrum. I'm grounding it, like how ambient magic grounds into gems with the soil of Equestria." > He looks at his hand on Celestia's... cushioning and starts to move it away > Celestia's magic envelopes his hand, halting it > You frown slightly, but he doesn't seem to mind the touching > Celestia smiles at him reassuringly > "It's fine, this was what Cthoni was talking about." > Oh yeah, Twilight did say Anonymous was summoning demons "Speaking of, why have you been summoning demons recently?" > He takes a moment to put his hand lower on Celestia's hind leg, then looks at you speculatively > "Are you familiar with Torn Heart, the occultist stallion that rose from Baron to Duke about 300 years ago?" > You frown > The name is ringing some bells > Hold on "Did he have a pack of diamond dog studs to cover for when his plans failed and the succubi needed payment?" > Anon nods > "Say what you will about him, but he was pretty good at handling infernal resources." > You smile a little at a memory "At least the girls came back with some interesting stories, on top of a good feeding. So what about him? Are you looking to break into the ranks of nobility? Should I search the premises for captive diamond dogs?" > You smile at him, but you are only partially joking > Anonymous shudders > "No thank you. No, what interests me is the contracts he wrote for demons, which historical accounts portray as particularly effective. So when I found a coverless copy of Torn Heart's Occult Tome in an estate sale, I took some precautions and tried the safest summoning he wrote about." > You raise an eyebrow "So your interest is strictly academic?" > He smirks > "I am an academic, but I can't deny the fact that I specifically summoned succubi for the obvious use. Speaking of, Cthoni called you 'Cousin Cadance', would you be comfortable telling me what that's about?" > You shrug "When the first demon and the first incubus love each other very much while summoned outside of Tartarus..." > He blinks > "Wait, really? I though demons manifest from emotional sinks in the thaumic dimensional reflection of Equestria." > You nod "Demons do, but I am somewhat of a special case. Mom and Dad have known each other for a long time, and have lived long enough to spread outside of their initial emotional alignment. Eventually, the love magic between them overcame their infernal sterility." > Anon frowns > "Are you even a demon? You don't seem to have any of their traits." > You shrug "I'm enough of a demon that I got summoned, but enough of a pony to be able to eat actual food." > You notice Shining perk up and turn his head towards the door > You extend your senses and feel two banked fires approach "Looks like the girls will be back soon. Auntie, put up a shield so you and Anon don't knock them out." > Celestia shrugs her wings and coats herself and the human in a shimmering golden aura > You feel the ambient magic fall back to normal levels and breath a sigh of relief > Not a moment later, the door opens and the succubi walk in > You don't recognize them, but they clearly recognize you > After a moment of shocked silence, they sit at attention and salute > "It's an honor to meet you, ma'am!" > You nod graciously and approach them "At ease, girls. What has your summoner been having you do?" > They look at each other > The horned one says, "The Trade, cooking, and just now giving a lecture to his students." > You look at the barbed one, and she shrugs > "The same. I'm supposed to be coaching Sotharia, but well..." > You glance over at Anon as he gossips with Shining Armor while auntie dozes on his lap "How is he handling payment?" > Sotharia grins > "He's been investing in me himself." > You raise your eyebrows "Building up for something?" > She blushes > "Well, we thought I just needed more endurance to go all the way without passing out. I'm not sure what we will do now." > You nod thoughtfully > At least he is willing to pay himself, and Sotharia is technically paid already > You turn back towards Dr. Anon and find him and Shining arguing about color schemes for a hyperwars figurine > You share an amused and tolerant glance with Celestia and stroll over "Anonymous, I hear you have been investing your semen in Sotharia. Are you planning on continuing? I honestly have no idea how long it will take for your build up to disperse enough for her to remain conscious to the end." > The human scratches his cheek > "Yeah? I mean, it beats just using my hand and it helps her." > Then he blinks and looks at Celestia > "Assuming you don't mind?" > Auntie tilts her head > "It's really none of my business, though I guess if we want to keep extending this sleepover... would you be alright with me watching?" > He blushes > "I'm alright with that." > You smile in satisfaction > You didn't even have to do much, and they are already showing some good signs > That said, a little push wouldn't go amiss "Why don't we all go out to dinner and talk some more? I know a restaurant that has a fascinating new dish called, uh, peetzer? Something like that." > Yeah, this is a great idea ------- > Be Secret Word, parting ways with Gold Star after Transfiguration 210 > You still aren't sure what you want to do for your project, but the idea of turning dirt into food seems really dumb > Far too many complications in the source material and the target form, it's practically guaranteed to end up a mess > Well, maybe Gold Star can pull it off, but you sure can't > You sigh > That said, all her talk about making sandwiches had made you hungry for lunch > You find a nice patch of grass on the campus grounds and pull out your hay and clovers > It's not the most tasty thing, but it's cheap, filling, and nutritious > A shadow falls over you > "Secret Word, right?" > You hastily stuff your food back into your saddlebags at the male voice > You turn to see Pip smiling at you > You wonder what Summit Seeker's velvet glove could possibly want from somepony like you "Ah, yes? What can I do for you, Pip?" > He beams > "You know my name? I'm flattered. Well, what I was wondering is if you could join me for lunch, and we could talk about the transfiguration project. I have some ideas, but I'm not sure if they will work out." > You swallow > There is no way you can turn down an invitation from one of the cutest stallions on campus, but letting him see your lunch...maybe you'll pretend not to be hungry > You smile nervously "It would be my pleasure." > Pip claps his hooves and trots off > "I know just the place! Follow me!" > You get up quickly and only stare at his flanks a little as you draw up alongside him > He leads you to a bistro where two mares are waiting for him > The pink mare with a purple mane looks you over with a nonplussed expression, while the gray mare in light blue glasses merely gazes at you stoically > Pip seems unfazed by their dour reaction > "Girls, meet Secret Word, she's going to be helping me with a project for school. Secret, this is Diamond Tiara and Silver Spoon, my foalhood friends!" > You manage a polite, if strained, smile "Nice to meet you." > Diamond Tiara approaches you and sniffs > She then turns towards Pip > "We can't have your project partner going on just hay and clovers. I'll buy her lunch." > Your heart sinks > Celestia, you must look pathetic to him > Pip gives her a peck on the cheek and beams at her > "That's a wonderful idea, you are so nice!" > You swallow your pride > Free food is free food "Thank you, Diamond Tiara." > She nods and leads the four of you to an outside dining table > A waitress hands out menus and you immediately look for the cheapest item there as water is poured into glasses > Pip sets his menu down and leans towards you > "Do you know what you want yet?" > You lower the menu slightly "Not yet, this is my first time here." > Silver Spoon speaks up > "I would recommend the salted Hissilian sandwich. It's good brain food." > You smile a thanks at her, and look down at the menu > You pale at the price > 30 bits for a sandwich? > You cough "Maybe I should pick something a little more reasonable..." > Pip frowns slightly > Diamond Tiara rolls her eyes > "I'm hoofing the bill. Don't insult me by hesitating over a mere 30 bits." > You put down your menu and lower your head to her "I apologize. I'll have that sandwich then." > She nods with a tight smile, then signals for the waitress > Pip smiles encouraging at you and flicks his tail at your flank > "See? They're nice girls once you get to know them." > You wonder what world he lives in that such a power play qualifies as "nice" "So I see." > When the waitress comes back, Diamond Tiara orders for the entire table > Pip doesn't seem to be bothered, so you mentally shrug > He digs some papers out of his saddlebags, using only his tuners > It's a fine and delicate bit of spellwork for an earthpony > Then he scoots a little closer to you and shows you his notes > It takes a feat of will to stop focusing on his proximity and how nice he smells and listen to what he is actually saying > "-shouldn't be that complicated, since the source and the target form are both equine hair fibers. The part I'm stuck on is shortening or lengthening the hairs." > You look over the notes and diagrams "Shortening should be easy enough, just weaken the hair fibers at the desired length. Adding length... we can probably go to a mane styling salon and ask for their clippings for practice. In fact, you can probably ask for patronage in return for training their employees in these spells. You may very well revolutionize the industry with what you are trying to do." > Pip looks at you in awe > "Do you really think so?" > He starts giggling to himself, and you can't help but smile "You will be putting a lot of mane and coat dye companies out of business though." > He huffs > "Serves them right, charging so much for some simple cosmetics. So..." > You quirk an eyebrow as he scoots a little closer > "Will you work with me on this? We'll split the profits 40/60 in my favor, since it was my idea." > You lick your lips "Sounds good to me. I didn't have a project in mind anyhow." > Pip squeals and hugs you > You blush, hesitantly patting his back > You look at the other mares > Silver Spoon has a small smile on her lips, while Diamond Tiara is looking at you with a calculating look > Finally, Pip lets go of you just as the sandwiches arrive > You are glad for the interruption, you really don't know how to handle male attention, let alone affection > Not to mention this sandwich is [i]amazing[/i] > Lightly fried bread, delicately salted fresh tomato, potato, and bell pepper slices, and a creamy, tangy sauce > You swallow the bite you took and nod gratefully to the mares "Thank you for the recommendation, this is delicious." > Silver Spoon nods back and Diamond Tiara has a smug smile on her face > Near the end of the meal, Pip excused himself to "powder his nose" > You unconsciously sit up straight as the two mares look at you > Diamond Tiara sighs > "Just so you know, he's saving himself for Luna. If you want in, it will be a long time before you can get frisky." > You blink "I-what? What are you talking about?" > Silver Spoon shrugs > "He was one of the first ponies to talk with her after her return. It was... formative to his romantic dreams." > You shake your head "That's not what I meant, what are you talking about with "if I want in"?" > Diamond and Silver exchange a glance > Diamond smiles knowing at you > "You are interested in Pip, that's easy to see. You are already contributing to the herd, and we could use a unicorn we can trust for magical defenses. And I'm sure you noticed Pip has taken a liking to you." > You blush "Pip was just being...friendly." > Silver snorts > "We're from Ponyville. We know 'just being friendly' when we see it, and that wasn't it." > You don't have an answer to that > Luckily, you don't have to come up with one, Pip trots back to his seat next to you > "What were you talking about? Anything interesting?" > Diamond smirks at you > "We were just talking about Secret's prospects. After all, we're going to see a lot more of her in the future." > You are sure he can see your blush > Pip bumps his shoulder against yours > "Good for you! I'm glad you and my girls are getting along!" > You smile cautiously > Your folks are never going to believe your next letter home ------