I went home in a half-daze, the events of the week dizzying in my head. It was a wonder I even remembered to pick up my brothers before going home.

At dinner, my mom asked me what I was learning at school, giving Dad a knowing glance as she did so.

Glancing up at them before going back to my low-sappyness loveburger, I grunted noncommittally. When they pressed me to make some kind of answer, I kept it vague: “Oh, lots of stuff. Nothing in particular.”

They didn't seem to believe me, but they didn't press further, so I didn't offer any more than that. Still, it made the evening a little tense, so I was glad to get back to my room of the family burrow and shut the door behind me.

I still had my homework to do, after all. Stallions, your homework is to summon a jellymare. You will find the spell and instructions on page ninety-five of your textbooks.

The book was waiting there for me, on the shelf next to my bed. I knew I hadn’t been reading it as much as I should have. There was a lot of required reading I wasn't really keeping up with. Tonight, though, I wouldn't be doing a whole lot of reading, I suspected. Not if I was going to get my homework done.

I waited long enough to be sure my parents probably wouldn't come knocking – or was I just procrastinating? – and then looked over at the book again.

Well, time to get this done. After seeing what those tentacles had done earlier today, I was a bit leery of these kinds of spells, but I'd have to do it sooner or later. I sat down on the bed and picked up the book, flipped to page ninety-five.

Jellymare (Protoplasma Eroticus)
Origin: 6th Abysmal Plane
Hazard Rating: Low
Containment Difficulty: Moderate
Type: Macrocellular
Diet: Magical energy contained in certain bodily fluids (Parasitic – summon with caution)
Required Items: None
Common Uses: Erotic servant, Seduction, Infiltrating tight spaces, Cleaning bodily fluids
Precautionary Measures:
Real world stable – do not release from containment circle without a loyalty charm.
Reproduces asexually and spontaneously – if specimen is more than 50% larger than a normal pony, be watchful for cell division.
Possibility of parasitiphilic addiction (succubus syndrome) – recommended to not use for more than five times a month or more than one week at a time.
Intelligent and self-aware – pandimensional slavery laws apply; cooperation must be voluntary, and must be allowed to return to home plane at will.
Reacts violently in the presence of other protoplasmids – avoid contact with P. Gakus, P. Spectrus, P. Smoozus, P. Equus, and all other macrocellular type organisms.
Photosensitive, U.V. Sensitive – keep out of direct sunlight.

Well, that wasn't very much information about what a jellymare actually was. And what it did say wasn't all that encouraging. Why would I want something like that? It sounded awful!

Still, Chrysalis would punish me severely if I didn't complete the homework, so there was only one thing to do. Since the book said there were no required items, I could go right into the incantation. All I had to do was recite it from the book, being careful to do it quietly so my parents wouldn’t hear.

“Jelly jiggles and jelly dribbles, I call into the deep for a mare who squibbles"— that part would call the creature, now to make sure it would be contained —“took a look from a book, can't unlook the book or cross a brook.” It was the standard containment I'd been taught in pre-summoning, and it would prevent the creature from going anywhere it couldn’t see the book or, as an extra safeguard, crossing any body of moving water.

My horn started to glow without me even telling it to do anything, lighting up the room a little brighter and greener, and the glow stretched out from me to the book. When it touched the book, the glow immediately died.

I thought for a moment that the summoning spell hadn't worked, but then I looked closely. There was a tiny little portal on the page, even smaller than my smallest leg hole. That was weird. I thought the creature would have been a lot bigger.

As I stared at it, the little hole in the universe filled up with something yellow. It began to bulge up through the hole, bubbling up, and I backed away to a presumably safer distance. The thing kept coming, growing longer as more of it squeezed through until it rose up like a snake and waved around randomly.

It reminded me disquietingly of the tentacles from today's lesson.

More and more of it came, and as it grew longer and wider, it changed from yellow to green. Its speed was increasing too, and there was starting to be a lot of it in the room. I began to understand how it could get a creature as large as I expected through such a small hole.

Soon, the color changed abruptly from yellow and green to a solid light-blue. The part of it that was out already piled into an ambiguous, squishy-looking mass below where the book sat on the bed. More and more of it came, puddling there on the floor; the green part, with its yellow tips stayed separate from the rest, not mixing with the rapidly growing blue part.

I watched it in a half-terrified fascination, wondering if I should run. Supposedly, this creature was going to be pleasurable to have around, so pleasurable that one could get addicted to it. But right now, it just looked like some kind of monster.

The blue part was larger than the green now, several times larger. And the whole thing was constantly moving and swirling around itself, rearranging itself. Something was happening inside it. Two eyes opened on the side facing me, each a solid, sparkling green.

I darted back even further, backing into the corner of my room.

As I watched, more terrified than intrigued now, the thick string of goo coming out of the book changed color again, abruptly becoming green. It came through even faster, faded to yellow again, and then stopped with a plop. The hole stayed open behind it, and the thing just congealed there, slowly spreading across my floor.

What had I done, bringing this abomination of a thing into my own bedroom?

Those strange green eyes stared at me. They were almost similar to my own in a way, with only the barest suggestion of a pupil, but the way they stared without blinking at all was unnerving.

The mass quivered, and it began to rise up alarmingly. Four big blue tentacles on the bottom of it pressed it upward, and two more tentacles rose from the top, one thick and green, the other enormously thick and blue, with the other green part of it stuck to one side.

I was almost ready to recite the banishing incantation ... but I was still a little bit more afraid of Chrysalis' punishment than of this thing.

In a few moments, though, the shape became more familiar. The four tentacles on the bottom resolved themselves into legs. The green tentacle on the back began to look an awfully lot like a tail, and the thick blue mass on the front was taking the shape of a pony's face, with more of those drooping, yellow-tipped tentacles forming somewhat of a mane around it.

I relaxed a little – only a little – it was beginning to look a lot less alien to me, even though those green eyes still stared unblinkingly.

A ripple went through it, and suddenly it took shape much more solidly, replicating the shape of a pony mare almost exactly. The biggest differences were the odd way those thick green tentacles imitated a mane and tail. And, of course, the fact that she was transparent. I could clearly see my little storage chest right through her body and legs. And she definitely was a 'she' now, there was no denying it. Her face and body had gone from being gooey and ambiguous to now being quite feminine. In fact ... she had some very intriguing feminine curves, I noticed.

She looked at me with a wide-eyed innocence that could only have been feigned. “Greet-ings. My name is Suu.” She spoke in a lilting cant, with sharp, definite end to every syllable and an odd squeak on words that ended with the letter S.

Well, it would be rude not to... “Um, hi. I'm Buzzik.” I almost rose a hoof automatically, but stopped myself just in time. I wasn't sure about touching her just yet. “And please, speak softly, I don't want my parents to hear us.”

“Of course,” she said much more quietly. “Am I to as-sume you have brought me here for pleas-ure?”

“Um, well, I guess so. You mean sex, right? I'm supposed to be learning about sex.”

“Ex-cel-lent!” Her thin mouth curved up into a grin too wide for any real pony to match. “I am so ve-ry hun-gry.”

I backed away a little more. “H-hungry? What do you eat?”

“Se-men-al or vag-in-al flu-ids. So-o-o-o tas-ty!” She took a few slow steps toward him. “May I please-please-please have per-mis-sion to suck on your pen-is?”

Well, this didn't seem quite so scary anymore. I still wasn't quite sure about it, but I was intrigued enough to go over to my bed and sit down on the side of it, facing her. “Okay.”

She surprised me by jumping for joy at that, and she rushed over to me, laying her head in my lap. “Thank you much-ly, kind one,” she whispered.

She felt wet against the skin of my thighs, but also warmer than I expected, almost like being in a hot bath. After looking in my eyes for a moment from down in my lap, she smiled, then flowed forward. Her skin – was that even 'skin' at all? – didn't so much slide against mine. Rather, it streamed or rolled across. I could feel the motion, but there was no friction at all.

My mouth dropped open when hers touched me. It wasn't especially the feeling of her mouth – that felt just like the rest of her: warm, wet, and gooey – it was where her mouth touched me. Without any hesitation, she had opened her mouth wide and taken my entire sheath into it. The little tendrils that passed as her mane reached down on either side of her face and began warmly caressing my balls.

It didn't take me long to respond, not with the wet heat of her gentle touches all over me, enveloping me. My cock began to bulge and slide out of my sheath. I knew this not only because I could feel it, feel her reaching more and more of my most sensitive places. I knew it because I could see it. I watched my cock grow through the translucent veil of her face and mane; I could even see parts of it through her eyes when she looked up at me imploringly.

Suu began bobbing her head and swallowing greedily, and I saw the tip of my cock go down her throat. Still, she pushed herself down on me, giving me everything she had ... and she was better at this than any real mare could possibly be.

I could only watch, spellbound and spasming with the sensation of it, as she gave me a blowjob that defied all laws of nature. She pulled all the way off of me, kissed my tip, and then plunged back down again, filling her transparent neck with my cock, plastering her wet face against my crotch, massaging my balls with her warm, wiggling mane. Gasping, I reached down and held her head in place. I could see my cock flaring deep inside her neck.

“Do you want to cum in-side my mouth?” she asked. Having a mouth stuffed with cock didn't impede her ability to speak at all. “Some-times stall-ions are dis-app-oint-ed if they do not ac-comp-lish full int-er-course.”

With a grunt, I held back my orgasm. I did want to know what she felt like in every way, not just this. “No! Let me – ah! – do you.”

Suu's neck bulged wide as my flare slipped up through her throat, and her mouth stretched impossibly around it as she pulled off. She didn't waste any time – she darted back and spun around, lifting her tentacle tail out of the way and showing herself to me.

Her ass was perfectly shaped, the absolute peak of female perfection rendered in see-through goo. And right under her tail, a pert little blue pussy pouted and winked at me. Drips of the same light blue fell from it and splattered on the floor between her legs.

I got off the bed and stepped over to her, raising my front legs and setting my chest down on her lovely round rump. The still-flared tip of my cock touched her. I couldn’t even tell if I was lined up properly, but it was warm and wet, and I was willing to wager that it didn't make any difference if I was in the right place or not.

She glanced back at me and gave another of her wide smiles.

I thrust forward, hard, and slid deep inside her. It was so effortless.

Her inner walls felt almost identical to the way her throat had. She was so slippery, so warm, so wet, and almost completely without friction. I slid in and out of her so easily, even with my flare as wide as it would go. There was a difference, though. Now, when she convulsed around my shaft inside her, the motion was completely different, squeezing and milking me in a completely different way.

A few more thrusts. I was getting close again already. Sweet Goddess, this jellymare felt good!

Her curled tail wrapped around my back leg, stroking its way up my thigh until it reached my balls. She caressed them, massaged them, and squeezed gently. When she turned her head around again and looked at me, I could see it in her eyes, but she said it anyway, “Give it to me. Give me all of it. Please! Please fill me.”

I rose my body up as I continued to hump into her, rearing almost straight up so I could look down at her, look down at myself inside her.

Suu wasn't a big pony. My flare looked huge inside of her, as if there wasn't much room for any of her around its girth. It thrust back and forth with my every movement, the ridges on the side of it undulating up and down as it changed direction. It was amazing, mesmerizing, to be able to see all of it happening deep inside her perfect little rump. And she felt, oh she felt...

I groaned, slammed myself as deeply as I could into her, and I let myself go.

Suu hummed in delight as I watched my cum flow out inside her, pooling into a growing wad just a little further inside. Her tail-tentacle wrapped around my balls a little more forcefully, not enough to hurt, but enough to squeeze out of me even more white cream. Her insides pulsed and rippled around my shaft, sucking on me, pulling out every drop.

And I kept giving her more. I'd had more intense orgasms, but never one that was so ... productive. The white pool inside her was enormous, and still it was growing with every intense throb.

Eventually, I finally did stop, each spurt giving less and less until it slowed to a tiny dribble that was forced out more by her rippling pussy than my orgasm. And then that faded out as well.

I was spent, more spent than I'd ever been, even on days when I'd gotten off several times. This was different – Suu had taken every last little bit of me, dried up my reserves completely.

She looked back at me, gave me another impossibly wide smile, and then stepped forward out from under me.

I didn't stay with her. I couldn’t. I stood right where I was as she stepped away, and I watched my cock slowly slide out of her outrageously wet pussy. The whole thing was visible, and it impressed me again how deep inside her I had been. It plopped when it finally came free and swung down.

But not a single drop of my cum came out with it, and the only juices left on my cock were her own. Her pussy had wiped every last bit of it off of me as I pulled out of her – I'd seen it happen.

Inside her, the churning mass of white began to blur at the edges, becoming more of a cloud inside her. It grew and dissipated, becoming more and more transparent as it filtered through her. By the time the edge of it reached halfway down her legs, it had become too faint to tell where the edge really was. She looked just like she had when she first arrived, except that her light blue was just a tiny bit lighter, and she was just a tiny bit less transparent.

I stumbled backward and ended up sitting on my bed again.

“Thank you, kind stran-ger.” Still smiling, she gave me an indefinable look that I could easily have mistaken for love if I hadn't known her true nature. But her love wasn't the nourishing kind I could feed on. Her love was the kind that would feed on me. “I do hope you will call up-on me a-gain, when you have re-cov-ered your strength.”

My 'strength', right. Still, there was no reason not to be polite. Maybe I would call Suu up again on some frustratingly lonely night. “Thank you, Suu. You're amazing.”

She didn't say anything; she only smiled a little more. Then she turned and stepped over to the book.

The longest tentacle of her mane snaked out and touched the hole in the page that she'd come from. It slithered inside. Slowly, gracefully, her entire form drained through that little hole. The process took a surprisingly long time.

My thoughts strayed as I watched her go. I thought of the prodigious load I'd pumped into her. Had that already been digested, or whatever passed for digestion in jellymares? Or was some part of me going with her, being sent to the sixth abysmal plane along with her? It was an odd thought, and an odd feeling.

I wondered what she looked like when she was in her home. Did she have some other native form that was her usual shape? Some amorphous blob perhaps, or some bizarre shape I couldn't even imagine? Or maybe when one got that far down into the abysmal planes, things like 'shape' and 'form' lost all meaning. For the first time since the final exam, I wished I'd paid more attention in my spectral geography class.

She was almost gone, just a little puddle left. And soon, that was gone too.

When the last of her disappeared into the little portal, it snapped shut with a loud pop. Too loud!

I used my magic to flick off the lights and I jumped into my bed throwing my covers over myself. I just barely had time to grab the book and close it down on the shelf that jutted out from the rock wall next to my bed.

Not a moment too soon. Leeka, my mother, opened my door a moment later and looked inside. “Are you okay, Buzzik? I heard some loud noise.”

“I'm fine, Mom. Just catching up on my homework.” I gave a theatrical and entirely fake yawn. “I, uh, I guess I just set the book down on the shelf too hard.”

She stared at me for a moment. It didn't look like she was buying that. But, after she'd had her disbelieving stare, she shrugged and turned away, closing the door behind her as she left.

I sighed. Phew, that was close. Sure, there was nothing wrong with what I was doing – it had been ordered by Queen Chrysalis herself, after all – but still, it wasn't the sort of thing I wanted my mom catching me doing ... or even knowing that I'd done it.

When I slept that night, I dreamed of Suu. Only, her face kept changing – one moment she looked like Flivvy, and another she was the exact image of Aphin. For some reason, as pleasant as the dream was, it disquieted and unsettled me, and I didn't get a good night's sleep.

Author's Note

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