It was another peaceful day in Ponyville: the birds were singing, the bees were buzzing, and sunshine courtesy of Princess Celestia shone overhead. The sky was a clear blue, the locals were going about their daily lives, and nothing crazy to the delight of the saner inhabitants of the town was going on. All in all, it was another perfect day in relative paradise...
Or so you'd think.
At a considerable distance away from the town, on a certain apple farm, Apple Bloom, Scootaloo, and Sweetie Belle were hanging out in their clubhouse, frowning skeptically at the erratically scribbled upon scroll of parchment Twilight Sparkle absentmindedly gave them not a while back. They sat down in the middle of the room, huddled close to the summoning spell scroll spread wide in the center of the floor, the brilliant sun's rays of light upon them through an open window. Arcane runes, a drawing or two, and what seemed to be a warning that didn't make any shred of sense were only discernible on the parts the roll of paper wasn't written over on, and the scribbles themselves weren't as helpful as the girls thought they would've been, despite Twilight's eligible and curvy handwriting. The girls spent minutes staring at the seemingly worthless scroll, until that is, Sweetie Belle growled in frustration.
"I don't believe it! After all our effort trying to get this thing, it turns out to be useless!"
Sweetie Belle huffed and folded her arms, while Apple Bloom ignored her outburst and continued poring over the scroll. Scootaloo shrugged in response and again tried her hand at understanding what Twilight wrote. She failed, as no sooner as she laid her eyes on it, she looked back at Sweetie Belle who suddenly sighed while slowly turning to glare at the offending piece of paper.
"It's probably not, Sweetie." Scootaloo muttered, pursing her lip in thought. "I mean, Ms. Twilight was talking about it earlier while she was preoccupied with writing a letter. Didn't she say that the scroll would summon a bunny when we took it from her?"
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"Oh no! Oh no! Oh no!"
A certain librarian was screaming as she frantically ran to Sweet Apple Acres to stop the Cutie Mark Crusaders in time, the thought of being able to teleport there forgotten as it was buried six feet under because of her rising internal panic and fear.
"I gave those three the wrong scroll!"
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"She did." Sweetie Belle admitted begrudgingly. "But it's still useless! We can't even read what most of the scroll says!"
"Let's not throw in the towel just yet, girls." Apple Bloom declared, quickly re-inspecting Twilight's scribbles as soon as she lost interest on trying to decipher the runes. "Hmm... The scribbles says here that Ms. Twilight tried to bypass the requirements for the bunny summoning spell... and something about lingerie..."
"Watcha mean?" Scootaloo asked curiously, leaning forward to Apple Bloom's side.
Of course she didn't hear the last part.
"It means, Scootaloo, that Twilight herself failed to make the summoning spell work!" Sweetie Belle spat bitterly, before sighing again. "I'm sorry, Apple Bloom meant that Ms. Twilight tried to find a workaround to make the spell work without a lot of preparation."
"Oh." Scootaloo nodded. "If that's the case, can't we just return the scroll and find something else to do so we could get our Cutie Marks? While I like the idea of us getting bunny summoning Cutie Marks, if we can't figure out how to make the scroll work then we have to move on the next best thing we can do to get them."
"Not just yet," Apple Bloom held up a hand to placate her friends. "It looks like Ms. Twilight found a solution to the problem... sort of."
"Really?" The other Crusaders immediately perked up. "What is it?"
"Uhh..." Apple Bloom traced her finger to the scribbles about the solution. "Ms. Twilight wrote that we need to chant the dirtiest words we can possibly think of over and over again while staring at the scroll until it smokes and makes a symbol of sorts on the ground."
"Are you serious?"
The redhead looked up from the scroll, only to face her gaping friends. "Hey, that's what she wrote!"
Sweetie Belle and Scootaloo shut their mouths and stared.
"..."
"..."
"..."
"Let's do it."
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Five incredibly awkward minutes later, it turned out that whatever madness Twilight had written on that scroll as an excuse for a bypass actually began to work. The Cutie Mark Crusaders were barely holding back their grins as they continued to chant dirty words while covering their ears. Black, but harmless smoke was now billowing from the scroll madly, escaping the clubhouse through the opened window the trio of little girls had forgotten to close - but unfortunately also giving the clubhouse the image of being on fire, one that a working Big Macintosh in a field immediately noticed in mid-kick. He instantly grabbed the nearest bucket of water he could find and ran like hell to the clubhouse to save the Crusaders and douse the fire, waiting for extra help be damned.
"Hold on girls, I'm coming!"
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"It's working!" Scootaloo exclaimed.
She and the other Crusaders were eagerly watching on as a figure completely shrouded by smoke slowly rose from the scroll. But Apple Bloom, being closest to the scroll, soon realised that all was not what they seemed to be when she began to hear human-like breathing, the kind of which was similar to that of a sleeping person's. Her excitement quickly turned into shock. Since when did bunnies breathe heavily? Wait a minute. That wasn't right, they didn't do that kind of thing. Then what did they really summon?
"Uh... Scoots?" Apple Bloom whispered while the shrouded figure rose past the size of a bunny. "I don't think it did..."
"What do you mean, Apple Bloom?" Sweetie Belle questioned, frantically fanning the smoke away to see for herself, then suddenly-
"Oh."
"What, Sweetie Belle? What is it? What did you see?" Scootaloo eagerly asked, waving away smoke, before-
A feminine yawn from the thick smoke answered her question.
It was then that the black smoke done up and vanished, revealing the sexiest bat-winged woman that the Cutie Mark Crusaders ever laid their eyes upon. Her sexiness was so great, they were stunned on the spot, not daring to make a sound or move an inch lest they wanted to stop looking at her perfect body for reasons they couldn't explain. In fact, they were too stunned to even notice that they were getting inexplicably hot and bothered at the unexpected sight of a fully grown woman's half-naked body sitting on their floor, not that they would admit it even to themselves of course. Chest and ass admiring aside, they had a good look at her.
The mysterious bat-winged woman's neck-long hair was pitch black, and her skin was tinted a pleasant bronze - odd, yet very alluring. She had perfectly sized breasts that made the girls shamelessly become jealous of despite their age, and equally perfect curves all in the right places: Her ass was a sight to behold, as a gaping red-faced Scootaloo noted. But however, she wore the most revealing 'clothes' ever - just a red-trimmed, black silken corset and a matching black near see-through lacy panty, with a leather whip that was tied to her waist that somehow excited the little girls when their wandering eyes happened to see it. Plus, tied to her hair was a pair of enticing red ribbons... and there was also a pair of curved horns that cutely jutted out of her forehead. What.
But for some reason or another that added to her sex appeal.
The woman groggily rubbed her eyes, before yawning again.
"Damn it, I knew I shouldn't have drank that milk."
She was muttering to herself, unaware of an underage audience actively ogling her. She was really pretty, alright. The way the sun's rays of light bounced off her hair and her skin made her look practically angelic to the CMC, like she was a special gift for them from the Heavens above. Her lips were currently curled into a frown however, and so were her eyebrows. Why though, the little girls will probably never know if they continued to stare at her tits. And her ass. And then some. You know what I mean.
"At least I'm awake now."
Her eyes were still closed as her wings flapped emphatically at their owner's musings, before they draped themselves over her chest as she stood up. Then she stretched. The wings too stretched as well, while her manicured red nails began to idly scratch at itchy spots everywhere on her arms. She still didn't open her eyes as she licked her rosy lips, randomly smiled, and then stretched again, unintentionally making the girls watching her drool as they reviewed every feature her body was offering them, especially the ways her breasts bounced and her ass shook. Then she happened to open her eyelids while her fingers slid down between her thighs...
The Cutie Mark Crusaders saw she had a beautiful pair of scarlet eyes, but the shock in them ruined the moment.
"HOLY FUCK!"
There was a pause before the woman and the Crusaders could react. Both sides blinked, before she abruptly screamed at the children before her, leaping away with a flap of her wings from the now startled and back-to-earth CMC, horribly horrified and terribly terrified. No doubt she realised that she just flashed her goods to a group of children, and that she was no longer where she previously was. Wherever the heck that was.
"WHERE THE HELL DID YOU KIDS COME FROM?! AND HOW THE FUCK DID I GET HERE?!"
"Uh..."
The girls could only stammer, for their eyes just so happened to linger on her bouncing breasts. Lucky perverts.
Just then, the trapdoor burst open, revealing a panting, shirtless and sweaty Big Macintosh, carrying a bucket full of cold water.
"Apple Bloom, Scootaloo, Sweetie Belle! Are you three alright?!"
He yelled into the room as his eyes darted around the clubhouse to find the source of the fire, before his mind clicked and immediately took notice of the scantily clad and very sexy yet winged woman that was ogling him not too far away from the still-drooling children in front of her. He paused to enter processing mode as time seemed to have stopped and took a break at the moment.
'The hay?!' was all he could think of.
Meanwhile Big Macintosh's eyes wandered all over her body despite the fact that he really didn't mean to - he was still a MAN, after all, despite the virtues he was raised by in his early years. It took all his will to stop himself from gaping and staring at the woman dressed so naughtily in the clubhouse. After what seemed to be like five seconds, which felt like months to him, he finally reacted.
"What the--"
Big Macintosh was instantly tackled to the floor by the woman.
"Oooh, a man!"
She whispered in an excited, yet sultry tone in his ear, and before the farmer knew it his lips were being ravaged while he felt a pair of unbelievably soft hands unbutton his jeans and explore his crotch. Big Macintosh could only gasp in surprise as her tongue slipped into his mouth; she was fast as hell. But as soon as she grabbed hold of his now semi-dormant shaft, the mysterious woman broke the kiss and her exploring, only to look at him, grin, and then say:
"Wow! You have such a big cock! I'm so going to enjoy fucking you!"
Before Big Macintosh could react to that out-of-the-blue statement, much less think about what was really happening to him and around him (i.e. double standard rape and the irreparable shattering of children's innocence), his inner self began to sneer at him.
'Worst possible timing to rescue the CMC, Macintosh. Now you're going to get raped by possibly the world's sexiest woman ever to live, and right in front of them too. You are one unlucky bastard. Oh, and there's still some trees left back on the field that needs bucking, by the way.'
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Outside the clubhouse, Twilight Sparkle just arrived short in the nick of time, out of breath and ruing the day she decided to not to exercise frequently. You'd think the adventures she's always going on with her friends would burn her calories, but they really don't do squat to her body in the end. Judging by the loud sounds of a woman pleasuring herself up in that clubhouse and the sounds of a man desperately trying to escape and utterly failing at it, she knew that she was late to the tragedy. She fell onto her knees and despaired.
"Noooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo! I was too late! The Succubus has been freed!"
TO BE CONTINUED...
Author's Note
What. The. FUCK.
Whelp, hope you guys enjoyed this. Be seeing you next chapter.
And if you people don't know what a Succubus is, read up about on the internet.
