Lineage

I closed the door to the shower room behind me, leaving Luna to dry and make herself up before getting dressed. As I walked away from our little meeting, a smile touched my lips. That was a side of Luna, even if it was there briefly, I hadn’t seen in a good few years. She wasn’t always a grouch like she had been to me for ages. She had her softer side that would come out every few seasons and whenever it did, she was a great woman to be around. She’d smile, laugh, and joke with the happy soul that nobody thought she had because barely anyone saw it. She was an angry woman most of the time because she dealt with stress. Or, didn’t deal with it. Celestia had found a zen place to go to in her youth, as I’d been told, where she could close her mind to all the stress, worry, and agony that came with running a country. She’d be smiles and laughs whenever anyone saw her, even her private chambermaids and advisors said there was rarely a moment where Celestia wasn’t a ray of sunshine.

Luna, on the other hand, was much more… sensitive, for lack of a better word. She couldn’t hide her nerves, leaving them exposed a lot of the time and thus they were easy to touch on. She’d never gained her sister’s power of merely blocking out the mad thoughts and emotions, instead turning into an angrier and darker person as time went by. She dealt with betrayals, failures, political jargons, bullshit policies, and idiotic diplomats that didn’t know of or respect her experience, despite her much longer lifespan. This lead to her becoming jaded, along with all of the friends she’d gained over her years aging and dying while she stayed fresh, Luna having stopped aging at thirty and remaining young for thousands of years. Celestia had stopped aging at forty and, depending on who you asked, this either made her too old to be attractive or the perfect age for those who liked older women and mother figures. My opinion?

Mommy wow.

But going back to thinking with my first head, a rare occurrence when dealing with super-MILFs (GILF, technically), I allowed a smile to come to my face as I added another time I got to see nice Luna, about as rare as a blue moon or a good war effort from Ardennais. I hoped she’d stay in a good mood for longer and hoped she’d be around me more in that nice mood, but then decided it was time to get onto more pressing matters:

Shagging every supernatural slut in the country.

I love my life, did I ever tell you that? So, before I got on with the boogey-woman boning, I decided another visit to the library was on the table to get some books and to get an expert opinion from Twilight on which creature I should go for. I knew there was a specific term for the female creatures, but I couldn’t remember what it was. It was a short train ride and a quick jog before I was knocking on the door of Twilight’s castle thing. I stood around outside for a moment before realising that, through the castle being leased through the royal real estate company, I technically owned the place. I opened the door and walked inside.

“Twilight?” I called out.

“Library!” she called out in response, as if she’d be anywhere else. I meandered my way into that little hideaway she’d set-up, giving my Aunt a once over and awarding her a horny wolf-whistle in response. She’d ditched her usual outfit of a stuffy dress in favour of a short purple skirt and a white blouse that hugged her curvaceous figure like a jealous lover.

“You like?” she asked.

“Twirl for me?” I asked, walking closer to her. As she did so, I offered her an appreciatory slap on the ass before sitting down on the desk and grinning at her.

“Gorgeous,” I said with a smile. “You look absolutely delicious. Mind if I get a taste?”

“Not at all,” she winked, setting down the book she was reading and leaning closer to me, locking lips and allowing me to get a quick lash of her tongue as a form of greeting before she stepped away. “So? What can I do for you?”

“I need you to help me fuck a dragoness,” I said, swinging hard right out of the gate. I’d expected some kind of shocked reaction, a look of disbelief, or maybe a questioning glance. Instead Twilight merely nodded, waiting for me to continue.

“Right, with the whole Nightmare Form thing, Luna told me I’m nowhere near strong enough,” I continued. “Even with that fake form I drained from you, I don’t stand a chance.”

“And the dragoness you’re going after for your Rite is gonna help you on your way to becoming strong enough?” Twilight asked.

“Exactly,” I nodded. “But from what Luna said, even that isn’t gonna be enough.”

“And she’s right,” Twilight said, looking through the index book we used to find the Black Bible before slamming her finger down onto a certain line of text. “What you need is the Encyclopaedia.” I looked at her blankly for a moment, looking over both of my shoulders before asking:

“Were you expecting lightning and thunder with the way you said that last word?”

“Would’ve been nice,” she nodded.

“Sorry. I skipped the lesson on harnessing elemental powers for theatrical use,” I shrugged. “I think I was fucking the barmaid at the Honest Lawyer.”

“That doesn’t exist,” Twilight said, looking at the decimal system to determine where the book would be kept on her shelves.

“What? The pub?”

“No, an honest lawyer,” Twilight responded. “If you wanna learn about soul-sucking demons, spend time with one of them.”

“Fair point,” I nodded before getting back on topic. “So, what encyclopaedia are we talking about?”

“I’m guessing you’ve heard of monster girls before?” she asked.

“That was it,” I said, snapping my fingers. “I’d forgotten what they were called. But yeah, I’ve heard of them as few times.”

“Well, a few of them contain some of the most amazing powers in existence. One of my favourites is the Anubis,” Twilight explained.

“Why’s that?”

“Checklists,” she said. “Those whores are all about checklists.”

“Are… are you feeling okay?” I asked in a worried tone. “You’re acting a lot more vulgar than usual?”

“No, the my body’s still adjusting to being a quarter succubus now and it’s making me act weird,” Twilight said. “My throat’s dry, my eyes hurt, and my cunt is throbbing. All I can think about is fucking and it makes me sex-up sentences without even realizing it.”

“I…”

“Oh, sorry, I misspoke there,” she chuckled in an awkward manner. “I meant to say that my eyes are dry and my throat hurts.”

“Okay…” I blinked. “Can we get back on topic now?”

“Right, yes, bitches ain’t shit but robes and lists,” Twilight said, her eyes dragging up to me in horror. “Help me.”

“Right, okay, you go lie down for a few hours while I take the book,” I said, taking her by the shoulders and guiding her away from the desk to her bedroom. “Does that sound good?”

“Yes… thank you,” she nodded.

“I’ll see you later, Twilight,” I said, laying her down in her bed and tucking her in, leaving the poor girl to try and get some sleep. Once I’d left her room, I headed back to the library and checked the index book for the location of the encyclopaedia, finding it in a section listed as “Intellectual sexy pronz” which told me a lot more about Twilight’s sexual habits than I knew before.

So, first off, I needed to get the book, head home, research as much of this shit as possible, make notes of specific pages, and then take them to Luna to see if she likes the idea of those particular monsters.

“What the fuck’s an Apophis?” I said, browsing to the page number and having my eyes open in utter horror at the creature that was displayed before me. “Eh, I’d still hit it.”