Button slammed the door behind him as he entered the darkening house. His body shook as he stared at the couch in the living room, empty because he had sent Rumble away earlier that day. His fingers wrapped around the banister leading upstairs as the rest of him tensed up. “I… I don’t need him. I’m okay.” A shaky breath entered his lungs as he thought about Cheerilee. “I don’t need anypony.”

His hooves echoed in the darkness as he slowly made his way up. The book was the only thing on his mind, and he was about to make sure that what he said was true. He wouldn’t need to worry about school, his worthless family, nothing. This next wish would make all of that meaningless.

He passed by his mother’s room and slowly opened the door to his own, still leaving the lights off. He smiled to himself as the Steel Stallion in his head switched into Batpony. If brooding would make him that, maybe he would stay in the shadows for the rest of his life. The grin soon faded as he picked up the book from his bedside table. “No. I’m nothing like those guys. I’ll just be a guy with a lot of money.”

He flipped the pages open, breathing in deeply as he tapped the pen against the paper. Button didn’t want to be too angry whenever he wrote in it, because he knew that could cause him issues down the line. The idea of Cheerilee thinking he needed to cry with her was all he could think of, but he knew his next wish would get him all the distractions he needed.

I demand that I get a debit card, Button winced as his head throbbed in pain, that never runs he felt his hand begin to burn and throb, but ignored the pain as he wrote, out.

His eyes shot open instantly as a shock ran through him. He saw the command be scratched out, just before his vision became red and he had to shut his eyes. His mind felt like it was trying to rip itself out of his skull, and he could feel the agony from his left hand as a tear ran up the side of it. A scream ripped itself out of his lungs before clawed fingers wrapped around his throat. He opened his eyes, the pain beginning to ebb as the side of his face was pet by the other being.

“Now, I did warn you about power, didn’t I? And for something so… common? Ugh, you disappoint me, Button.”

Button looked down, noticing that he could still see past her hand. He tried gripping the demon’s arm, but it passed through, earning him a chuckle from her. “Sorry, but it’s taking quite a bit of my energy to even do this much. I’m barely on this plane, like a poltergeist. If this little incident had waited though, I could have done so much to incentivise you to not make the same error twice.”

Button shuddered as he felt Kiara’s tongue run along the back of his ear, and the grip on her mouth loosened. “Wha-what did I do?”

Kiara turned his head enough so as to make half of her face visible. Her red eyes pierced into his soul as her blue hair framed the beautiful, pale face. “I can only put so much of my power to the book. When you try for something that takes too much, it tries to pull from me for it, and while I’ll let you have it at times for a price, something so major, positive for you, and boring like infinite money is going to make you pay, with no reward.”

Button’s breathing started coming in weaker as his body shook in fear. “But… I just wanted to-”

“Feel better, I know. And,” she leaned in closer to his face, “I want you to feel better too. I wouldn’t have ever given you this book if I didn’t think that it would be interesting to see you recover from this. I can only do so much though... without you doing more for me.”

Button tried placing a hand on the succubus’s leg so as to feel like he had real company, but it simply went through. Fair trade was seeming to not be a part of their deal. Kiara grinned as the thought left his mind, and she whispered, “You chose to work with a demon. What did you expect?”

He looked down, tears welling up in his eyes again as he tried to get out of her grasp. She let him turn away, and he stared at the wall for a few moments before Kiara came back, running her claws underneath his shirt and letting her large bosom be felt upon Button’s back. “Hey, don’t get that sad. How about you make a new command? Something simpler, funner, happier even! I know you can do it.”

Button looked back to her. “You just want more power.”

Kiara shook her head before leaning forward and kissing Button. It was a little weird, as he could feel her hot lips against his, but the moment he tried to put his tongue into hers, it hit nothing. Her lips were like soft clouds, and made up for it wonderfully. She pulled away and smiled. “I’m not looking to raise my rank or anything like that. I just want into this world, and I want to see a pony unlike so very many do what with my powers as he will. If I could let you do whatever you wished, I would. I promise.”

He stared at the succubus for a few moments, taking in her lithe, soft looking body. Now that she allowed him to actually look at her real form, he could see her massive bosom staring back under black clasps that came around from the back. All they covered though were her nipples, and not even those were fully hidden. Her body went further to be curved almost perfectly, with a smaller, tighter rump that he could see his hands gripping into tightly. Those too were barely covered by underwear either. He blinked a few times, before looking down as he realized how unbelievable this all was. “Why me?”
She patted his face as her form began to break up. “Instead of some pervert? That would have been too easy. Besides, not all demons are pure evil. Just… mostly.” She waved bye to him as she became fully translucent. “Don’t mess up now, okay?”

Button winced as the pain in his arm stopped, and he looked down to see a healing scar on it, instead of a wide open gash. Even the blood that he knew must have been pouring out earlier had left, leaving his bed and the book still clean. He wasn’t quite in the mood for questioning it though, not when Kiara was right. The last wish had been boring, and he could do better. I mean, money is good, but I’ve never liked the simple route in games.

He picked up the pen again, an odd heat dwelling within him as he looked to the pages, happy that he had messed up. It had allowed his demonic partner to help him see clearly, and now, he could have the fun that she wanted him to.

Author's Note

Done because this comment fit the lone wolf attitude Button was trying to put on too well, and I wanted to do this sooner rather then later anyways. I won't do something like this very often unless A)Author is pissed because he has no reasonable comments (this was not the case) or B) I need/want an excuse to have Kiara and him talk more. With all of that said, you now have a Button who is subconsciously in mental turmoil, and consciously trying to impress a succubus. Go nuts.

Also, sorry to the poster. I actually liked how you put it, but Kiara is a bitch and I could use it for something less conventional.