Of a Devilish Nature.

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The mannor by the forest.

The mannor by the forest.

Of a Devilish Nature

Have you ever looked at a mirror, saw your reflection and wondered ‘Who the fuck is that!?’? Some have, no, MANY have in fact felt that. For some it is a sad fact, for others it is a nice change, but in the end it is not exactly uncommon.

Why does it happen though?

Many would tell you that it may happen in many ways, but a common one is this: One day you finally wake up after many trials and tribulations, and decide to take a good look at yourself. It does not matter how you do it. You may do so in a literal sense, you may think about how you were before, only to find that the person you are looking at, the person you are thinking about, just isn’t the same one you knew. This happens when you look at someone else, true, more so if they were away for a long while and you remember a different person as the one you knew, but it also happens when you turn introspective mode on and ask yourself the god awful question.

When did I change?

Some would go on with a mouthful of words, a lengthy description, a long winded speech, or who knows what else. Others would just shrug, accept it and move on. A select few would contemplate what was, what is and what will be. The future holds many secrets after all, and not changing one bit during our stay in the mortal realm is akin to insanity. You know ‘Do the same thing over and over expecting different results’.

There are people that can’t change though, and not because they don’t want to, but because there is nothing else for them to do if they were to change. If you live thanks to your looks, thanks to your personality, or thanks to some traits you would never exchange, then what would happen if they were to suddenly vanish? In some cases such a thing would lead to depression and extremely negative thoughts that could easily end in, well, the end, while others just try to roll with the punches, mostly because there is little else to do or because they see the benefit in these differences when compared to their previous selves.

A few, however, rebel, and do all they can to learn the how, the why, and try to earn a way back to their old way of life, to their old self.

One of those few is Alex (Alexander) Reed.

It is not obscenely uncommon to grow in one of the many orphanages that litter every darn country, and it is not a sob story in all of the cases. Some do suck, don’t get me wrong, but while it may be sad to grow with no family, as was the case of Alex, he didn’t have it as bad as some people put it in movies, books or comics, just for the sake of drama.

He was almost the perfect example of normalcy as far as kids go: Well behaved, even if with a bit of a mischievous side, playful and eager to have fun, or even learn if it clicked right with him. Not too tall, not too small, slightly stronger than usual, but that was because he carried a backpack full of whatever caught his attention everywhere back in the day, so he ended up becoming stronger than most other kids without a love for a sport or two. The only weird thing was how fast his hair grew, or the fact that he had the ‘misfortune’ of being one of the few children that end up becoming sexually active quite early thanks for that need of sex most people know as nymphomania.

Yeah, that one wasn’t exactly easy to explain to those that came to adopt, and Alex found out that it put off everyone that wanted a normal child. Who could blame them? Having a six year old that already knows about those things isn’t exactly normal, or what most would consider their ideal son to be. He didn’t have any other memory but the orphanage, so it made him sad, but the only thing that had changed was that he wondered a few things that other kids did not from when he was five (his first memories) to the day he hit six.

Despite that, and the odd look from some of the older kids and adults, Alex was happy, and he grew up pretty much okay. He could be a snarky son of a bitch that did his best to have the last word, and as soon as he was old enough, and with others that knew about sex, he lost his virginity, making him a bit of a sex crazy guy, but otherwise he was open and quite friendly. The downsides of his personality? He didn’t lie, ever, which meant that if he thought you were the biggest fucking asshole in the whole galaxy, then he would tell you, over and over and OVER until you changed tunes and stopped being an asshole.

That, or you two would fight.

Being crash but good hearted didn’t do much though, not when it came to his studies anyway. While he could be a very swell guy, very open and a loyal friend, if you forget his constant need for some fun or his confrontational attitude whenever someone didn’t click with him, he was also a bit of a blockhead. Not saying he was, or is, an idiot, but he never managed to develop any real interest for anything he studied, other than mythology, magic and the like.

Most people that knew him thought he would be a writer or something, but he didn’t have the patience for such a thing, much less the imagination to create any work that would be considered good enough to publish. He was skilled with his hands, so it soon became apparent that he would be an artist of some kind, you know, a painter or such. Sadly he had always been a bit rough with anything that wasn’t a partner in bed, so painting or simply drawing were things that he was just not good at. The only thing he was capable of doing, quite well in fact, was being artistic when it came to build things.

Construction work is not glamorous, even if you can sculpt and work with wood and stone like a pro (or so he says). It is entertaining when you can demolish shit, and it was, and still is, Alex’s favorite thing to do. But there had always been something about creating art that always made Alex find this otherwise menial labor to be pleasing, if not relaxing. It wasn’t as good as other jobs, much better paid jobs, but that was what he ended up with since he wasn’t exactly famous like other artists with better studies and connections.

Despite that, and his sex crazy life, he had stayed in the same company for a long time. Six years working in the same company, much to his surprise. Six years either helping demolish and erect new structures, create small statues or giving little touches here or there, even helping with a few big projects. All of that he managed to do, all of that he enjoyed.

But not anymore.

Alex wouldn’t be lying if he said that construction work tends to kill people, and not only in the literal way, but in the ‘I am unfit for working anymore’ kind of way. Much like sports, this kind of work is taxing, and while well paid (most the time, if you are lucky), it doesn’t last your whole life unless you are lucky or perfectly conditioned for it. It is not hard to see people in their forties or fifties being unable to go all the way until they hit retirement because their bodies just gave up in one way or another.

For Alex it looked like he could last. One eighty three in height, twenty six years of age, a slightly strong build that was still quite agile, mixing flexibility with the capability of ferrying a load here or there, and he was able to work both stone and wood with ease. Sure, he was a bit of an idiot because he ignored what he was doing when he got horny, and his hands were full of old scars that testified he wasn’t the most attentive guy, ever, but he was capable when his dick wasn’t being used as his primary brain.

Strangely enough his long hair was never a health hazard when he worked, and being as nimble as he was helped getting out of the way more than once. It had never been a problem for him to do the right thing, be in the right place or please the right customer with a bit of charm and good quality work. He managed to be more than a mere grunt quite fast and he was sure that things would go swimmingly.

Then, a month ago, he woke up with his dashing good looks completely changed.

From rugged good looks to a very feminine face with his snub nose slightly more obvious, his brown eyes changed to violet, his hands partially healed and the rest of his body having had most of the scars left from some of his close calls at work completely removed. It was simply impossible to think of Alex as a man anymore, and it just got better when you paid close atention to her.Breast, Alex had not only turned his body into a female version of what once was a slightly bulky and strong, as he had never been overly muscular, frame into a more delicate, yet quite strong, one. He didn’t lose his member either, but he did gain a certain something just behind his balls. So a quick look at what he had became turned out to explain just enough for him to understand what ‘hermaphrodite’ meant.

That wasn’t all though: Everyone acted as if h… she was wrong in some way. Her boss hadn’t been the best friend one would wish to have, but he was still better than most guys yelling order at their workers. That changed in the blink of an eye and now he was berating him whenever he could the moment she made any mistake at all. From a guy that had ignored some of his quirks, or any of his workers’ quirks, be it male, female, or some of the ‘others’, as his boss put out, this was very strange. He had never been openly hostile to anyone in the six years Alex had been working there.

All those that he knew quickly turned away from her, acting as if she had the plague. Whatever friends she once had were gone, and the most confusing thing was that everyone seemed to think that Alex had been like this her whole life! How could they act like they did if this ‘had’ been the freaking norm!? Her boss had been the first, but all the others had nailed the coffin shut.

Alexander found all that the first day, before the shock of his change had worn out, which made everything even worse than it was. After the first day of work in her new body she managed to relax, if just a bit, get back home, undress and… see that something was obviously freaking wrong.

Let’s start with the basics, shall we? She was a very practical person, which meant she hardly did anything to make herself, or himself back in the day, pretty. Her clothes were simple and he had a collection of them: White shirts (A good dozen) covered by reinforced work jacket (A good four) paired with working jeans and shoes (Of which she had another four of each). All good, comfortable and solid in case something went awry.

They weren’t supposed to magically conceal her size though.

She wasn’t sure how big she was up there, but she had seen porn stars with less breasts than the rack she was sporting. She also knew how big HIS dick had been, and it was never anywhere close to fucking eleven inches in length, plus apple sized testicles because why the fuck not. And this is being modest about her sizes. Alex, the man, had been a bit of a hunk, but Alex the hermaphrodite was absurd! It was equally absurd that the freaking clothes made it look like Alex was a normal woman of 26 years of age with little more than a simple but decent rack. Alex’s mind told her that this shouldn’t have been a surprise, but that morning she had been more in need of work and a distraction than a mirror and a good look at her new features.

Not only that, but she had once, after she was old enough to drink, gotten two tattoos on her back, one on each shoulder blade. She didn’t remember why, where, and much less how he had managed to not scream bloody murder and end in prison, mostly because she was deathly afraid of needles, but when she hit eighteen she woke up the day after with a black heart on her left and a white one on her right. It had also been a fucking embarrassment, her words exactly, to be seen with that shit anywhere near work.[centerIt was painful, it was costly, and it was certainly not pretty, but she got rid of them as quickly as she had the spare money to do so. Alex detested ‘being pretty’, and she had felt that those tattoos didn’t express what she was. Now they were back and she was pretty sure they wouldn’t go away a second time. Just call it a hunch.

But the most interesting thing she found out after the change was one that didn’t affect her. It was that damn book.

Brown cover, no markings, no title, no name, nothing other than a miserable pile of secrets. While this may sound a bit like a certain quote, the truth was less pragmatic and more to the point as the first page just had the word ‘Secrets’ imprinted right in the middle. Everything else had been blank, both inside and outside.

At first Alex tried to ignore the book, but it quickly became the only stable thing in her life, if you could call this new life stable at all. Her working condition degraded, her contacts went away and her needs became unattended. For someone whose lust was an integral part of their personality, and a part that had to be satiate quite often if they wanted to remain calm and collected, nearly a month of dry spell could become unbearable. Adding the stress of everything else going on only managed to get her in worse shape as the days pilled and her patience perished under the discomfort of withdrawal.

Self pleasure never got her to relax, not even when she was not a her, and the internet couldn’t explain everything. Being calm had never been something that Alex was good at when she was pissed, nervous or scared, so the only thing that her mind could come up with was ‘Try to use the book!’. It was like a yell that echoed within her mind every day since she woke up until she went to bed, something that could hardly be ignored. At first it seemed stupid, but after a few days words started to form in the following pages after the one ‘named’ Secrets. How did she know? Because, as said, the voice was hard to ignore, and Alex really did have so little going that she sometimes just stared at the book as if expecting it to solve all her problems.

All those words were little more than a garbled message, at first. But day by day the message became more clear, until it explained how to summon something and every step that needed to be taken. Stupid? Oh yeah! But was it stupider than changing into something you had never been? Probably not. What was there to lose? Her sanity, patience and general health was going down the drain already. So why not follow the instructions that the book was dishing out? All she needed was a place to do it, and luckily enough there were quite a few abandoned buildings around the city that had both space and little use for anyone else.

In fact, there was one building that was used almost every freaking summer by the youngest and the most stupid to host parties. Alex had been there once or twice, so she knew that it was literally abandoned the rest of the year. It also was far away, was literally huge, and it could be much better for her and her remaining dignity because no one would find Alex doing something utterly fucking stupid in case this didn’t work.

Today marked the day all pretenses went caput: This either worked and she found out what the hell was going on, or she would be leaving her job and everything she knew behind her. Not like there was much to go back to anymore, but sometimes it is better to go with what you know instead of the alternative. And Alex was scared of being alone once more.

Well, fuck it. The unknown had more appeal after all this crap.

Drawing a circle surrounded by runes with freaking chalk, as if she was a demonologist, cultist, witch or some other crap, had not been as weird or creepy as she thought it should be. At least it was not worse than choosing an abandoned manor outside the city limits for this kind of ordeal. Yes, she knew that people used it for parties these days, at least when enough idiots got together to get close to the woods, but still, why? Why the fuck was this place abandoned? It was a mystery to her, but at least no one would come looking and the worst thing here was in this place was the dust that accumulated here and there, unless you went to the areas used during parties that is.

Whatever, this place at least was good in case Alex was doing SOMETHING, but did it wrong. If a Balrog suddenly came out and burned the place down it wouldn’t get to anyone else, hopefully. She was really pished at everything right now, but it didn’t mean she wanted whatever this was to kill people if she fucked up. All she wanted was to get a few answers and change back.

“So…” Alex sighed as she cleaned her hands, clasping them together at the end. The room was on the cellar, and it was as full of spiderwebs and dust as you’d expect. Strangely enough it was also quite empty for such a place, which had made it perfect for what she wanted to do. “Do I need to chant something or what?” It also had allowed for her to place the book at her side whenever she moved around the circle to write whatever rune she needed with the reference handy.

Also, no chanting of any kind was required, or the book didn’t say anything about it. Alex just felt like she had to say something or she would freak herself out more than she already was.

She had started in the morning, but now the sun was setting and the only thing that was left in this house was a huge collection of candles. How was it possible that this place was so ‘clean’ and in such good condition when it had been abandoned for longer than Alex was alive? Good freaking question, but she decided to just ignore it and be thankful for a place far away (technically) from civilization and possible collateral damage in case things went awry. That, and feeling ridiculous if this didn’t work.

The question was how long it would ta-

FLASH!

Fucking shit!

Alex found herself backpedaling as the flashing light blinded her, only to trip over her own damn book and fall flat on her back soon after. That massive freaking flash of light had decided that it was a good damn time to blind the expecting woman, surprising her, scaring her out of her wits and forcing her to scream bloody murder as her ass hit the ground. All that, both pain and surprise, went away when she opened her eyes.

The old creaky wood had been in good condition for what it was and its age, more so with how long it had been unattended and at the mercy of pests. Seeing the dusty wood no longer dusty, in fact it was sparkling as if newly varnished and cleaned, was beyond what Alex had thought possible. Saying that it was impressive to change from one picture to another was an understatement. This was comparable to blinking and seeing day instead of night when you thought you were going to be, or suddenly going to the past in the middle of a ruin, going from an abandoned site to a busy metropolis. There was little else to say, other than the shock persisted because blinking didn’t have the intended effect.

You probably guessed why: The change stayed.

In fact it only got worse, or better, it would probably depend on your point of view, as Alex managed to lift herself up just enough to be on a sitting position instead of lying down. As she got up she took a better look around, only to see that EVERYTHING appeared to be new.

The walls came first. They were devoid of spiders and spider webs, as well as the few holes that Alex had managed to spy while preparing things. It was easy to see because the lights, the busted out, corroded and cut lights, with no connection to the power grid, were working. All dust was gone and, as said, the floor looked recently varnished and well cared for, with nary a tarnish to be seen. There were a few scrapes though, only thanks to the knick knacks around the place.

Most the things that laid here and there, seemed to be located without much rhyme, much less reason. At first he saw a few stacks of books over tables, nightstands and other surplus furniture that was still very well decorated, but that was just the first things he saw. Soon those books left room for very large shelves, filled not only with books but with a veritable library of movies and a small number of figurines and other such things. Those were quickly supplanted by… sexual ‘aids’, or perverted furniture that Alex tried her best not to look at. At one point the most ‘normal’ thing she could see were a few collections of sex toys that seemed to be bundled together for reasons she couldn’t really understand.

Then someone talked and Alex’s attention shifted

“Well, ain’t this quaint?” A voice tore Alex away from her musings and her ogling of the place quickly enough. “I almost forgot how many fun things were stashed in here.”

It would be safe to say that Alex was prepared for anything...ish. In the case this worked she had really expected, what, a demon? A monster? Well, she had been expecting disappointment, but if it worked she wanted to think she had been ready for anything. Magic seemed to be freaking real, or she was crazy, so time travel, displacement, or whatever had happened to the manor, had been more or less okay. Well, as okay as it could be, you understand.

What she hadn’t been ready for was a pony sitting in the middle of the circle that she had drawn. But of course, if it didn’t make any fucking sense then she was right: It was either magic, or she had gone cucoo.

Okay, let’s start by something that Alex had expected as well as what she saw first: Red leathery wings with solid black membrane that resembled that of a bat. You know, what a succubus or most demons are said to have, so a normal demon trait. That is what Alex saw as she finally focused on the still glowing figure within the circle, but it quickly became secondary as the glow faded and the pony was easily seen. Soon she found out that this was a little horse, a little demon horse that talked.

Instead of legs and arms Alex saw red furred hooves, almost black, that became lighter in coloration as she went up until she found the barrel of the pony in question. The fur in her chest and all over her body was as light as it got, with a solid look that almost resembled blood. It was a coloration that contrasted with the bright pink and clear white on her flanks thanks to the liquid heart and arrow marks that seemed to be tattooed on the horse in perfect synchronization on both sides of her flank.

The fur stopped shy of her bat like wings, though it was very hard to tell unless you looked closely, otherwise it almost seemed like those wings were covered in fur, as there was no difference between the skin and her coat. The same thing happened when nearing her tail, but in this case it was because the tail was a two tone purple with a light coloration claiming the top and bottom, while a large line of dark purple took the middle. Said tail was similar to her mane, where the light purple coloration shared her hair with a much darker shade, only broken by the intercession of a blood red horn spearing through the mare’s mane. That was enough to make this already stupid encounter rise to the irrational level that Alex refused to acknowledge for a moment.

A loud laughter coming from the mare, akin to the stereotypical villain if you could believe it, made Alex fix her gaze on the mare’s ruby colored eyes. Slits instead of the usual round pupil were there, eyeing the place with curiosity, while her forked tongue licked the fangs within the pony’s mouth. It was hard to see the mare as a normal horse, despite her otherwise normal mouth if you ignored the fangs, but it was equally impossible for Alex to think of this as a demon she had summoned. That is, until she looked down.

A pang of pain went through Alex’s crotch as she saw a pair of large teats between the mare’s legs, and by large she meant obscenely large for the pony’s size. The mare’s laughter rose even more and Alex found herself wishing for the obsidian colored choker dominating her throat to do just that, but it didn’t seem to take. It just seemed to make the strangely sultry mare shine even more as the purple mascara covering her eyelids became prevalent as the demoness gave Alex the bedroom eyes, wiggling her also velvet eyebrows as if trying to entice the extremely needy woman. A grunt was all Alex managed before she was able to grab for her crotch and try to calm herself down a bit.

“Ooooh… that hit the spot I have to say.” The mare purred, sitting on her hunches and allowing Alex to see that pair of mammaries that were, to put it simply, way too human like for her tastes. They definitely looked more inviting than they should… or was it the month long dry spell talking? By this point Alex couldn’t tell. “It is not everyday that so much lust permeates a single place.”

“Who and WHAT the flying FUCK are you?!”

A suave and collected charmer Alex wasn’t, at least not this time. The need was making her angry and the mare wasn’t helping.

“Hmm?” The mare cocked her head in Alex’s general direction, but it was made very obvious that she wasn’t looking AT Alex. She was off by a bit. Was she unable to see Alex? Or was the mare ignoring her in favor of teasing? “And who is asking?”

Alex decided that, since the mare wasn’t moving, she would at least get up. The more noise she made the more that the mare moved her ears to pick on where the sound was coming from. By the time Alex was up it came clear that the pony had managed to guess where she was perfectly, but she hadn’t moved from within the circle, not one inch. At least something she had expected had gone according to the supposed plan.

“I asked a question first.” Alex half grumbled as she eyed the mare, fuming as the darn pony grinned. She was unable to see Alex, for now, but she was more than good enough in the hearing department. “I summon you. Aren’t you supposed to obey me or something?”

“Dear, that is NOT how this goes.” The mare grinned a devilish grin, much like Alex had guessed she would. “You summoned me, granted, but there is no deal between us. You want something? I want something too! If you wish to have anything of mine then you better hope to share something of yours.” She purred in a sing song tone.

Alex couldn’t help but arch an eyebrow at that. “Hopefully not my soul?”

That seemed to be enough to literally destroy the mare. For a demon, creatures supposedly prideful and masterful in their deception, this one was laughing her flanks off as if Alex had managed to pull the best joke out of thin air. At one point it looked like she would fall over and collide with the side of the circle, something that Alex didn’t want to test and see how strong the supposed barrier was. What would happen if she tried to get out? It didn’t worry her as much as she’d thought, after all it looked like it was working as intended, but if it unsummoned an ‘unruly’ demon, as some said these things did, Alex wasn’t sure that she’d be able to summon it back.

“Oh. My. Goodness.” She managed to say between laughs, ragged breaths, and rolling on the limited space she had. “Oh, oh, oh… give me a moment.” Her snickering didn’t seem to die off, in fact it grew for a few moments, but she managed to calm down before she passed out. “Okay, okay… I am good.” She coughed a few times against her hoof, calmed herself, tried her best to put on a straight face and said. “No: Bargaining in souls is a freaking myth, you dolt.”

That was it. Alex started sputtering curses at the mare while said demoness reverted back to laughing at the flustered human’s face. This went on for a good five minutes before both blew enough steam to relax, more so the mare than Alex. At least it was something when they managed to stand there without another repertoire of curses or a giggling breakdown taking place between the two of them.

“You good?”

“I am good.”

“Seriously?”

“I assure you: No more laughing.”

“If you do laugh, even if it is just once, I start erasing runes and banish your ass.”

The mare scoffed and waved one hoof in the air. “Like you would do such a thing. You summoned me for a reason, right?”

Grumbling under her breath, Alex nodded. “I need to know a few things… It is literally killing me by now.”

“I’d suppose so, yes.” The mare smiled, gently this time. “So, do tell me, how many are here?”

Alex cocked her head a bit. “What do you mean by how many? It is… just me. Why?”

“J-just… just you?”

Alex felt bad for some reason. The way she said it, how she slumped down, the loss of that smirk, the glint of her eye and how it looked like she became darker in color, even losing the mascara on her eyelids to allow the dull red to become prominent. In a moment it looked like the pony had lost all the mirth she had and any desire of staying. It felt weird to Alex, like she had delivered a low blow or something. She didn’t understand why it made her feel so bad inside, it just did.

She shook her head quickly enough, regaining not her mirth, but at least becoming neutral. “Then the offer is for you alone, I suppose. You give me what I need to stay the night and gain strength, and in return I grant you wisdom and an offer. How does it sound?”

Thinking for a second, Alex decided to make a simple question to voice her doubts. “Since I summoned you, you can’t lie to me, right?”

“Correct.” The mare nodded. “I can misguide you, I can twist words and the like, but I cannot outright lie to you, nor do I want to. Doing that invalidates any kind of deal that we may make. Usually works of fiction paint demons like me in a very bad light.” She smiled at that. “But we are as good or evil as we want to be, and believe you me.” A low purr seemed to emanate from the mare’s throat at that point. “I like to be so good that I am bad.”

Alex decided to ignore that last bit. “So if I asked you, would you tell me what is that you need to… uh… last the night?”

“Sex.”

The answer nearly floored Alex. True, she had guessed, but damn! At least that one made it quite obvious that succubi were a thing.

“Seriously?”

“I am a demon of lust and fertility, so yes, I am serious.” The mare deadpanned as much as it was physically possible to her. “My payment is sex. The more you ask of me, or if you accept the offer I’ll extend to you, the more you’ll have to ‘pay’.”

Alex frowned. “And what is that offer you have for me?”

The mare shrugged. “You accept ‘paying’ me, I give you information. It is not the most common contract I do, but it is the contract I offer to you.”

Chewing of lips online. That was, absurdly enough, the only thought that came to Alex’s mind. Funnily enough, at least to the incredulous Alex, she started doing it. What else to do? And I mean it: What else was she to do? Let’s recapitulate in case you missed something.

1: Alexander went from a guy to a ‘woman’ in a flash.

2: Her life became more a burden than the usual grind most people have. It went from enjoyable to crap in the blink of an eye.

3: In twenty four hours she found herself alone instead of surrounded by friends and ‘friends with benefits’. She found very quickly that surviving alone was literally sickening and painful.

4: Magic decided that, hey, it was a good time as any to rear its ugly head and show it was real. Either that or Alex was going crazy. So here, have a magic book that details a summoning ritual.

5: A magic pony/demon/something was talking with her and offering to answer questions in exchange of sex, sex that Alex needed by now.

Scratch that. ‘Need’ was not a strong enough word for what Alex had felt this past month. It was as if she was thirsty, hungry, tired and suffocated at the same time. She had heard just how badly it could be for a person with an addiction when they didn’t have what they needed, or how it could mess with you if you were used to something, either a person, a pet, a thing, that was never going to be there anymore. Alex was very much aware that what she had in front of her would be considered either a monster, an animal or something that should not interact with humans in the slightest. Yet there was that desire of knowledge, of answers, and the desire of normalcy, that was burning as much as the desire within her loins. If she could satisfy both, why not do it?

“You know what? I’ll do it.” Alex said in a very serious tone, to which the mare answered with a smile. “I need both things: Information and sex.” Despite her seriousness, and need, Alex didn’t know why she was being so forthcoming. She just was. “I can kill two birds with one stone this way.”

The mare let out an unladylike snort. “That is probably the nymphomania talking.”

She had said that as a matter of fact kind of thing. No guessing, no wondering, no nothing. Alex was speechless for a moment. She was so lost that she didn’t notice that the summoning circle, as well as the runes, literally glowed out of existence, consumed by whatever magic was taking effect.

“How do you know about that?” In retrospect it was a bit of a stupid question, what with the mare offering information and all. Alex just was in the perfect position to ask something inane. “You are a freaking DEMON pony. How do you know what I have and don’t have?”

“Dear.” The mare smiled from ear to ear. “What kind of mother would I be if I forgot the gifts I gave to my little boy?”

“Wha-?”

The startled face was no match for the beaming radiance of the mare’s horn, nor was it enough to withstand the sudden feeling of vertigo that overcame Alex as she faded to nothingness.

***

“Wakey, wakey, my little prince.”

“I’ve been up for a while.”

“And you don’t have anything to say to your mother?”

“Oh my fucking god…”

At first Alex thought that she was going to wake as a stranger in a strange place, but all she did was blink into existence (if you could call the massive headache and nausea something akin to ‘existing’ when Alex thought it more fitting of drowning in miasma) while sitting on the living room’s sofa.

A large and once proud thing, that sofa was blackened by the remains of a few animals and drunk visitors that came here for some of the already mentioned parties. Sadly, this had left this room, and this sofa, as little more than something that no one would’ve touched wit a ten foot pole. Right now? Now it was made of perfectly carved wood with a few ornaments on the legs and the sides, with the red pillows and cushions in a perfect, and very much fluffy, state. It even smelled of roses, something that calmed Alex’s mind somewhat after the quick travel.

The poor sofa was almost the worst thing in this house, as far as shape went anyway, within the room that had been destroyed the most. It made sense that this place was the one that attracted most attention, if only because it had the largest area to do anything with, and it was in the main floor. Less need to risk yourself moving heavy things out of the way if you wanted a night of debauchery with your friends somewhere secluded where no one would mess with you. That, and no one trusted the apparent stability of the building.

As expected, the messes Alex had found here was nowhere to be seen. Much like the previous room she had been in, this area looked as if it was back to what it once had been.

There was an old fashioned chimney on the side, lit and cozy, with a few old portraits atop of it and on the sides. A few bookshelves littered the back and shelves of black wood displayed a collection of silver ornaments and utilities on the front. These selves were located around the large window that allowed Alex to see the countryside. Interestingly enough, the outside was exactly as she had seen it before this shit got started. This made her think that whatever was happening was indeed focused on the inside of the manor, instead of the outside.

Alex had been ignoring almost everything else after she woke up and found out where she was. The only thing she cared to look for was the mare. She was sitting in a couch that was much like the sofa, just at her left side, looking at her underhoof with mild disinterest as she changed the area behind her frog to look like if it was an stiletto or something. Either boredom or vanity, Alex didn’t much care, but it showed that the mare could easily change a few things about herself with apparent ease.

At first Alex wasn’t sure if the damn pony at her side had wanted to distract her before she did… whatever she did. Had she used some kind of magic? Well, obviously she had done just that, but what had been accomplished? She felt her insides churning while her mind just tried to process how the hell would a pony have a human children, just so she could tell the bitch to go fuck herself for lying with such a topic. Then she finally decided to talk and here is where we are.

“I would sincerely recommend you relax and stop trying to figure out anything without my help.” The mare shook her hoof for a few seconds until it regained its original form. It was a bit unnerving for Alex but that wasn’t the weirdest thing today. “I am surprised you managed to recover so fast from a teleport. That specific version of the spell was meant to be used with a lot more people in mind.”

Alex grumbled under her breath. At least she knew WHAT had happened. “Why did you use that then?”

“Had it prepared for when I would get called here.” The mare shrugged. “I do remember that I appeared in this world at least four times in the past thirty years. I was expecting at least two of my little ones to come to me… My wish was for every single one of you to be drawn by the call, but it seems I was wrong.”

There was another little lull in the conversation until Alex decided to ask another question. “For the sake of curiosity, tell me: If you ARE my mother, then how many brothers and sisters should I have?”

The mare snorted and giggled all in one. “Here? Three, but you can see none of them came, so it is hard to prove it.” She sighed as she dropped from her seat, walking towards Alex’s sofa and promptly forcing her to sit normally instead of lying there like a lazeabout. “I thought that with a whole year you all would get in contact with each other, but…”

“Woah, woah, woah, wait a second.” Alex could tell that the mare was confused when she turned to look at her. “I have gone from macho man to ‘delicate flower’ (yeah, my fucking ass) in a day, but it happened a MONTH ago, not a year. It literally came from nowhere.”

Opening and closing her mouth like an idiot was not what Alex expected the pony to do. Other than the idea of having only one of her ‘children’ with her, instead of every single one she ever had, if she was to be believed, the mare had looked like she was perfectly okay with everything and that she knew anything Alex wanted to ask about. This is why a good poker face was needed for many games and situations, a face that the mare had lost as she tried to find the words she desired to use.

“That can’t be.” She growled in a tone that sincerely scared Alex. “We made sure to send those books a year ago, when this damn thing got out of hoof. They had to arrive and tell you all about everything you needed to know!” Looking at Alex, the mare’s eyes seemed to turn purely red, with nearly no black to be seen. “Do you mean to tell me that it wasn’t a joke? You know NOTHING?”

When Alex nodded everything went to hell, then it came back.

A little explanation is in order.

The mare lost it, entirely. Her horn brightened up. This was followed by every single small object in sight, be it pictures, be it silverware, cushions, pillows, even the couch on the side, being surrounded by a reddish aura. The next thing that happened was a mess of crystal shards from the shelves’ doors, fragments of cups and glasses, as well as books and papers, literally being ripped from their resting places only to be thrown like shrapnel through the window.

A few seconds of silence, only broken by the mare’s huffing and labored breathing, was all she needed for her horn to brighten up again and the scene became pristine once more. The window was intact, the shelves had the glass door repaired, every book, portrait and piece of silverware was both repaired and where it should be. The only change was how the mare slumped against her side of the sofa with another huff and a scowl.

“Not fair…”

“Feel better?”

The mare grunted in her slumped position. “No.” And her answer made Alex feel not only apprehensive after that little display, but simply bad. “I had really hoped to have my family reunited for once, you know? I worked my flanks off to make it as painless as possible too! Instead of that I just find out that the one I could find doesn’t even know about her own mother, or what the hay is happening.”

Despite everything that had happened, Alex was trying very hard to not chuckle. “Horse puns? Really?”

“Want me to make sailors blush? Because I can let myself go and cush a storm, mister.” The mare threw Alex a glare that could literally kill someone. Then she groaned, forcing her head back on the sofa’s arm. “Great. I burned myself up too. Fan-freaking-tastic. Give me a moment.”

Alex could swear that she was going to get tired of magic, or at least the flashes that came with it. By the time she was about to ask the pony about what she meant, the mare was already charging whatever magic she had. This time the choker was radiating energy too, so the blinding light hit her harder than it had done the first time.

Hoping that this wouldn’t be a running gag, and wanting to yell at the mare with as much power as her lungs allowed, Alex did her best to recover quickly. Once she could see again that plan was put in the back burner though, mostly because the mare in front of her had changed quite a lot.

At first it hadn’t been as easy to notice, but half sprawled in the sofa as both of them were, the mare had been slightly taller than Alex’s midsection. How tall? Hmmm... maybe around one five to one ten in meters? After the flash dissipated Alex could see a very distinct lack of size. It was as if the mare had lost a lot of mass, making her just barely tall, or long, enough, to go over half of Alex’s own height. If she was playing it by ear, and she was, then Alex would probably give the mare around ninety to ninety five centimeters in height, and that was being generous while taking her horn into the equation.

Speaking of mass, her wings were gone. Her barrel was bereft of anything: Be it a mark, a sign of the wings being there, the lack of fur that her wings suffered when compared to her body, or anything that could make you think that there was something there other than the velvet colored fur of the unicorn that now sat besides Alex.

Her brand was the same, her pattern as far as colors went were the same, her eyes were still red and she still had those fangs of her. There were many changes less noticeable than a carbon copy of the previous pony just changing color and losing her wings, though.

For starters? Her eyes were normal now. True, a pony’s eyes, a magic, cartoony looking, pony’s eyes, at least in her case. They were were huge when compared to that of a human as far as size went, but it was much better to see normal eyes than those of a predator when she looked at you. Her color went from red all over to velvet, while her mane and tail had light and dark blue being the main motif instead of the purple and dark purple from before. Her horn also seemed to suffer some discoloration when compared to the original form, as in the horn was of a much lighter shade than the rest of her fur, instead of the same color like the previous form had.

Another quick change? She had summoned a pair of sunglasses from somewhere. With a frame black as her choker and glass of a dark blue that made it impossible to see through. They hid her eyes perfectly well and were placed over her muzzle in a way that made it possible for her to carry them without the need of support like humans did.

“Looking like that drains you something terrible.” She sighed as she used one of her hooves to ensure her glasses were aligned correctly. Her new look was different, but her voice was the same. “Being a succubus is more a drain than most would’ve thought. And it sucks even more when you can’t screw to regain energy, or have ‘special needs’ to do so.”

That said the mare let her horn flash again, if only a little. A cigarette holder, ashtray and a pack of smokes appearing out of nowhere. By now Alex just couldn’t find this weird, so seeing that the pack was pink, that the smokes were pink, and that she light one with her magic, only for more fucking pink, this case in the form of smoke, came out of it was, sincerely, normal. A few moments afterwards had the mare taking a drag through the holder, only to blow the smoke out with a content sigh.

“You know what is the worst thing of being a succubus like me?” The mare asked without waiting for a response. “We need food, not only normal food, so in case you are not as well read as you look let me make it easy: We need spiritual food, sex in fact, not souls and the like. We can survive without that of course, but we feel empty, as if we had withdrawal symptoms.” She let out a little chuckle as she used the ashtray for the first time. “The closer to a pureblood succubus you are, the worse it is. That is how I knew you suffered of ‘nymphomania’, as your people call it”

Alex didn’t say anything, she was wondering what she could do at this point. The mare just kept going though, either because she knew what to say, what Alex wanted, or that she would just welcome any kind of information at all.

“First: I am Lusting Heart, my friends call me Love.” The mare, Lusting, chuckled. Her nickname was apparently funny to her for some reason. “I am, if you’d believe it, a porn actress where I come from.” Ah… so that was the reason behind her mirth. “At the moment you should have three more sisters here, and three more back home. Seeing how my plan backfired however… I highly doubt we’ll see more than your sisters back where I come from, if you chose to take my offer that is.”

“And what is that offer you have?” At this point it was better to just roll on with it. Who knows? Maybe it would be something worth Alex’s month of trouble. Or that is what she’d like to say she was going to do. The truth was much different as it dawned on her. “You… you aren’t going to turn me back?”

“Nope.”

“Fuck.”

Lusting gave a dry chuckle as she finished her first smoke, killing it in the ashtray. At least she looked like she could hold herself together, unlike a moment ago. “Look, dear, I don’t have the magic to do that. These things I am smoking?” She waved the pack in the air. “One of the ways for mana to get into my body. Ponies like me, that have certain ‘deficiencies’, need crystals, infusions or, in my case, a direct way to the lungs for me to get it flowing. If I had sex since I was reborn then I could change ONE of my children back, in this case you, but that is not going to happen. For one: I didn’t know this would happen. A more important reason? By the time I knew I would see you again I was told to use all the magic I had to make this situation possible.”

Alex gave a nod as she held her head between her hands. There was little else to do. “Let's get to the gist of it and I’ll be sincere while I tell you about the whys and hows, I am sure you’ll appreciate it. It will not be a short story, but you need to hear it all anyway.” The mare ushered some more magic to her horn and prepped the next smoke. Alex could see that she had been getting better, at least she didn’t sway anymore now that she was sitting correctly. “I didn’t want children when I came here.”

Well, that stung.

“Don’t get me wrong here.” Lusting gave Alex a harsh glare. “I do not meant it in the way you think.” She licked her lips as she made time, ignoring her smoke for a few seconds. “What do you know about succubus?”

Alex snorted. What she knew? After hearing from Lusting that the deal about souls was a myth? Little more than nothing. “I don’t know anymore.”

Lusting nodded in understanding. “Yeah, I suppose I smashed your expectations, didn’t I?” The mare snickered as she took another drag, a little more relaxed than before. “Well, legends say that we should eat souls in exchange of sex or something else, that we are immortal, that we are beautiful beyond belief, yadda, yadda, yadda.” She let out a snort. “Bunch of crap if you ask me.” That made Alex crack a smile, which brought Lusting’s own mood back up. “Are we beautiful? We need to work on it, and take care of ourselves, like anyone else, but yes, we usually are. Do we eat souls? Well, it depends. There are ways to take part of a soul away and use it to fuel yourself, but doing that is risky to both parties. Not only that, but if you screw up you DO drain the soul and kill the one you are feeding from. This usually means a massive magical flare is going to alert everyone in the freaking continent about what just happened.” Alex couldn’t see it but the mare had rolled her eyes at the thought. “The world I come from is all happiness and rainbows, so it is only normal that ancient magic and some damned righteous ass made a way to get people like me to bite the bullet if we did ‘the unthinkable’. So no, succubi from my world do NOT eat souls.”

“Anyway, immortal? Pfft, fuck no.” Lusting finished her second smoke and allowed her things to disappear, at least for now. “Almost all modern succubus descendants can die, or should be able to. They are like any other pony, or creature, back home. We don’t even live all that much longer than normal ponies. The difference? We have much better memory and don’t live in the ‘now’ as most ponies do. In any case, it is very rare to have such pure blood that they could be linked SPECIFICALLY back to the source: My mothers.” Alex saw that Lusting was biting her cheek, as if mulling over something that was either too important or troublesome to just fling about. “They are the rulers of my world, Equestria, and they preside over the day and night. Their names are Celestia and Luna.”

What did Alex think of this? ‘Welp, I am a prince...ss? FUCK THAT NOISE!’ Her look was poetic enough to make Lusting burst out laughing for a good five minutes, much to Alex’s chagrin. It didn’t help that she was offering such stink eye to her mother that only made Lusting Heart laugh even more and even harder whenever she looked at her face once she was apparently ‘done’.

It was a good way to ease tensions if nothing else.

“Let me tell you how it happened, because it is linked to this whole situation and you need to know.” Lusting turned her whole body to perfectly face Alex, which prompted her to do the same. “Our world was made long ago, you know, typical fairytale start. Within that world lied both harmony and chaos, two primary forces of magic you could say, the essence of life, death and the eternal cycle. Chaos was supposed to create something, someone, an avatar, but it didn’t. It was supposed to make the cycle stable, but the lack of that creature screwed things up.” She harrumphed, as if lost when she looked through her mind. “I… think I knew who it was back in the day, I knew how things changed, how they should have gone in every instance, but… Well, suffice to say that I am not immortal myself, and my first life came a good few tens of thousands of years ago. So while I may know a lot, with many memories perfectly stored, not everything remains here.” She pointed at her head for emphasis.

“Anyway, moving on.” The mare was sure to cut Alex before she could ask any questions. “All that was born from chaos were monsters and other dangerous creatures. In contrast to chaos, harmony made ponies, much like me, as well as all other sentient and intelligent (Believe me, there IS a difference there) species. The biggest difference was that harmony could never compare in numbers to chaos and its vast stores of power, as it hadn’t created its avatar like harmony had. There was too much chaos, but very little harmony, so harmony tried to fight back, lest its creations be done for.”

Alex chimed in with half a grin. “Bringing balance to the force?”

Lusting half chuckled at that, lowering her glasses to give Alex a wink. “Something like that. The problem is that the one in charge of chaos hadn’t been made, so… Chaos was basically cheating.” The mare couldn’t help but bit her lower lip. “Two of the very few and precious foals that were made during that time were the sisters: Celestia and Luna.” Alex’s mood dulled in a moment. Sisters? “They were born special. When they grew old enough to have heat, WAY too young as far as human standards go, they became alicorns, then they mated.”

“Alicorns?” Alex had to stop Lusting, if only for a moment. “If I am going to learn about ponies and stuff, please, bit by bit would be much better.” The mare opened her mouth to say something, but ultimately just nodded. “So, tell me about ponies, then tell me about your parents, and let’s go through the story at a decent pace, alright? I need to slowly digest this shit if I am to make anything of it without going mad.”

Lusting nodded, asked Alex to be prepared for a long tirade, and conjured something from within the mannor.

When she saw that Lusting had temporarily summoned popcorn Alex got the hint. This was going to be long.

Lusting began with something simple: Cutie Marks. Instead of ponies or the like, she decided to explain that the brands, or cutie marks, represented, sometimes in a weird way, the best skill of a pony. It could mean that they were good at gardening, at flying, at doing magic or, in Lusting’s case, it could mean they were good at, well, porn, and sex. Cutie marks were so integral to a pony’s persona that in some cases not doing whatever your cutie mark symbolized could very well have detrimental results to a pony’s health, be it mental or physical.

After that came Earth Ponies, Pegasi and Unicorns. Earth ponies were simple: Normal ponies that were the strongest, physically, and the ones with the best connection to the world. Pegasi flew and were extremely agile, while also being capable of manipulating weather in many ways, unlike things went on Earth. Unicorns? Well, they simply manipulated magic, which was no small feat on its own, but they were also the weakest, physically, of all the original tribes.

Then came the subspecies.

First went the thestrals, which were basically a nocturnal variant of pegasi. They were mostly frugivores, though in some cases they complemented their diet with insects or blood (in the rarest cases). While much more maneuverable, thestrals didn’t manipulate the weather, nor could they reach a pegasus top speed. On the other hand they had sonar and were stronger. They also had slitted eyes and fangs by default, though it was not an absolute.

Changelings, as far as Lusting knew, were NOT supposed to be a pony subspecies. Whatever had happened in the past to make it impossible for the chaos lord to spawn also screwed things enough for part of the pony population to turn into shapeshifting creatures whose natural appearance was that of a bug like pony. They were subpar in strength, agility, speed and magic, but they were perfect all rounders and could change in more things than ‘simple’ ponies. This subspecies was usually monitored since they were emotivores, which could sometimes affect how they acted depended on what they ate (And bad emotions were VERY bad for their behavior). They were otherwise omnivores though, so while they could, and would need to, eat emotions, they also sustained themselves like humans did.

Seaponies were a variant that spawned from Earth ponies living close to the seas. They were more like hippocampus than anything else, and they could grow hindlegs outside water, though they were much less graceful and strong while away from their element. These ponies not only took care of the seas, they also made sure that it was calm, much like pegasi took care of the weather. In general they were very rare all over the world, as they prefered to live underwater or the coast, but they were still a thing and sometimes you could see a pony, coat and all, with a fish like tail walking down the street.

The Umbrum and Crystal ponies weren’t exactly a specific variant.

While the most known Umbrum had been a tyrant back in the day, someone called Sombra, and she had been an unicorn, shadow ponies (the slang term for them) could TECHNICALLY be of any species, though magic users were the majority. Umbrum, or Umbral, ponies were also much stronger than normal unicorns, but they were subpar when it came to anything that wasn’t combat related magic for some reason that Lusting didn’t remember much about.

The opposite of these shadowy creatures were Crystal ponies, or ponies that simply sparkled like something out of Twilight when they were full of positive emotions. Crystal ponies didn’t have any other special quality beyond being sparkly and radiating positive emotions almost by default however, something needed to manipulate certain artifacts, like the Crystal Heart. These were maybe the nicest, if the most shy, of all ponies, and they had a very small number of villages and cities than the rest of ponykind.

Finally, there were alicorns.

“Now we deal with my parents: Alicorns.” At this point Alex was, if nothing else, interested in all this. Her need and the pain associated to them had gone away, dulled by her curiosity and Lusting’s explanations. “Alicorns are a mix of the three primary subspecies: They have strength, dexterity and intelligence, with a great deal of magic power. They are very large, probably close to one meter fifty to two meters as far as human height is concerned, and have both the wings of the pegasi and the unicorn’s trademark horn. Do remember that changelings may have flight and magic, but other than the ‘noble’ ones they are all usually very average.” Alex nodded, wondering why she brought that point back into the conversation. “I have to make that a point because, well, mom moves the sun and ‘dad’ moves the moon back home.”

Oh, okay.

That makes perfect sense.

… The fuck?

“In an universe with magic things like gravity and other things you take for granted do NOT work as you may think.” Lusting took another smoke from her apparently limitless supply. Alex by now didn’t seem to mind the strawberry smelling stuff, and apparently it was anything but harmful, as it was basically pure magic. It made her dizzy, but that was it. “Our world was filled with chaos, so day and night came and went at random. Many unicorns had tried to solve that problem, but it wasn’t until Celestia and Luna ascended that things calmed down. Alicorns have a massive reservoir of magic power, something that only grows as they become older.”

“But you said that Celestia and Luna are sisters, yet they are also your mothers.” Alex felt she had to point that out by now.

Lusting blinked, still holding her mouth open. “Yeeeees… so?”

“That is incest.”

This time the mare blinked dumbly. “So?” And her answer made Alex stare at her like she had grown a second head. Wait, that would be more or less normal at this point. “True, back then it was not exactly common, but magic makes sure that something as ‘silly’ as inbreeding is not a problem. When you see a dragon with a dick as big as two ponies, or maybe even bigger, screwing JUST ONE pony, well, you tend to tell common sense to go run and hide.”

Everything else tonight could have been understandable… Well, okay, no, it wasn’t. It didn’t matter how much she tried, but Alex couldn’t wrap her head around everything she had heard or seen. This last part? This was maybe a wee bit too much. If Lusting was really her mother would Alex do what was part of the deal? Because she was eyeing the window with such hunger right now…

“Really?” Alex turned to face a very cold Lusting. She had taken her glasses off and her eyes were piercing Alex like daggers. “The fact that two sister screwed each other is what is throwing you off? The idea of pounding your own mother is worrying you more than the fact that I am a freaking demon AND a pony?” It was as if the air in the room had turned cold, and it only got colder the more Lusting talked. “If you want to back out then say so now. This plan is already a bust, so don’t mess with your own mother if you decide that you don’t want anything else to do with this.”

“Okay! Okay, calm down.” Her angry look didn’t diminish, but at least Lusting took her glasses back to where they should be. Her smokes and holder went away once more though, and it was obvious that she was in no mood for more games right now. “True, it may not sit the best with me that you are a horse…”

“Pony.”

“Tomate tomato, I don’t give a shit about specifics.” For a moment Alex thought she was about to lose it. It was something stupid, but the rise of emotion had been much stronger than she had expected. “Look, I may not be the best example of a human being, alright? I am so blunt that I could crush plate armor and I am always so horny that I can’t spend a day without screwing someone. Heck, I am surprised that I have been feeling so calm since we started talking.”

“It is the magic.” Lusting interrupted Alex just long enough to summon her holder and kill her last smoke. She did it more to prove her point than anything else though. How? She blew the smoke towards Alex. “Inhale, don’t wave it away this time. Tell me how you feel.”

Alexander was not a smoker, in fact she detested it. This had to do with her first experience trying it, way back when, and how utterly freaking horrible that day had gone. From that one single experience came a desire to retch whenever someone smoked too close to her, it didn’t matter if it was a normal smoke, a cigar or something else: Alex hated the damn things. These things that Lusting had? They smell GOOD, and they didn’t make her feel like she was going to puke whenever the smoke came too close to her, but she had done her best to wave it away whenever the smoke came too close.

Inhaling it, completely and without second thoughts, hadn’t occurred to her. That she was able to stand it had been fine, she didn’t want to test just how far she could go with Lusting (and her little loss of faith had shown that her mother didn’t have the best patience at the moment), but she had second thoughts about doing as she was told.

When she did however…

For a moment it was as if the pain of the last month had never been there. It was all but subtle when Alex found herself with renewed vigor, no worries in her mind and a desire to just go out and own the freaking world. It passed quickly, yes, but for a moment, just a moment, everything that had made her feel like she was utterly alone in the world this month had just banished.

“Second hand magic, but more than enough to someone that never had a single bit of it while they needed it.” Lusting’s lips turned upwards in a hint of a smile, her mood improved. “Your lust comes in part because you lack what anyone with your heritage needs. The moment your body was made aware of HOW MUCH it needs sex, and it did so through the magic that changed you, well, it altered you. By that I mean that the change also affected what you require to live. It is now not a need, but a part of your diet that is slowly eating you away.”

By the time Alex exhaled the effect had waned, but she still felt like the last month had never happened. That didn’t mean she wasn’t pissed off however. “Why this then? This last month has been murder to me!”

“While it is partially my fault, it is not all me.” It came as a surprise that Lusting backed away a bit at Alex’s little outburst. She hadn’t even yelled, but the mare had looked scared for a moment, and Alex felt bad about it even if she knew it was justified. Her life was basically in shambles right now, and the one that made it so, if Lusting was to be believed, was her own mother. “I was ‘asked’ by my mothers to help fix a little problem.”

Alex motioned for her to go on, though part of her was wondering if that was the right thing to do now. Considering that there had been no lies here, did that mean that Alex’s own grandmothers had screwed up her life? Her mind was racing with so many questions and doubts that Alex almost didn’t notice Lusting’s worried expression before she went on with her explanation.

“Harmony wanted life and order. Chaos wanted death and change. Harmony made sure that everything in Equestria had a long lasting life, and most creatures had some form of intelligence. Chaos did its best to change things so that some things lived seconds, others reproduced by eating, and that intelligence, and sentience, were given at random. My mothers appeared when chaos decided to try and flip the rules to the point where reproduction didn’t even seem to work, nor was there any desire for it.” Lusting’s explanation went from interesting, but not exactly what Alex had expected, to something that made Alex form a little ‘o’ with her lips. “Celestia and Luna were, in a sense, the essence and lust, desire, fertility and much, much more. If they hadn’t been born then it is possible that Equis would have been a barren planet for who knows how long thanks to the essence of Chaos mucking about with existence.”

“Luna took Celestia and Celestia took Luna. Hermaphrodites weren’t exactly common back then, and the skewered ratio of four females to one male was already in place, so what they did wasn’t so strange.” Lusting chuckled, blushing a bit at the thought. “Hmmm… what would I give to see that…”

Alex felt slightly uncomfortable, but her curiosity won this one time. “Haven’t you seen them doing that?”

Surprisingly, Lusting shook her head. “Maybe back in the day, but that was thousands upon thousands of years ago.” And before Alex could ask, Lusting placed a hoof on her mouth. “My mothers had me forever ago, Alex. Me and my sister were born of both harmony and chaos, and we were meant to spread lust and fertility. That is what we did, we didn’t question or look much into it, nor was it as enjoyable and entertaining as it sounds now. Our mothers and us were supposed to counter chaos, that is what harmony wanted, so that is what happened.” She took her hoof away with a sad smile. “Of course, you can’t do something good without getting punished by it.”

“Mom and dad were immortal, truly immortal, that was their ‘gift’ for a job well done. We? My sister and I? Our children? We were not. We lived long and happy lives, for me that was the ONLY time, but we reached our end.” A sad smile crossed Lusting’s lips at the thought. “It was like going to sleep knowing you did the right thing… only for your slumber to be troubled by something outside your control when a third party found out that what happened wasn’t ‘fair’ or ‘fun’.”

“Now, before you guess; no, it wasn’t my mother, nor was it my father.” Alex closed her mouth right there and then. “Chaos itself decided that it was not fun for the game to end right away, so me and my sister were granted a ‘boon’.” Though, thanks to the sarcasm dripping from her words, that ‘boon’ was anything but. “I woke up in an orphanage at some point, many years after I passed, knowing nothing about myself at all. I wouldn’t discover anything through that life, or the next, or the next after that. It was during the fourth I found myself staring back at me: I was alive while my previous incarnation was still around, and seeing her ‘woke me up’, so to speak.”

“You were alive while you were alive?” Alex muttered just loud enough for Lusting to hear, so she nodded to answer that question. “That sounds… different.”

“Indeed, and it got even weirder as I ‘woke up’ and remembered every life I had before the one I was living now. I remembered my sister, my daughters and my sons, my mothers… And then, out of nowhere, I felt myself slowly changed to fit the form you saw at first.” For a moment it looked like Lusting was going to change, but she thought better of it quickly enough. “I was claimed by a thirst unlike any other, and soon I was breeding with anypony I could get my hooves on. Back then I was uncontrolled, so I may or may not have a hoof on spreading rumors about succubus taking the life of those they pair with.”

Alex couldn’t help but stare with a deadpan expression. “Seriously?” And the blushing face of Lusting said all she needed to know. “Just how horny were you?”

“Umm… very?” It was criminally cute to see the embodiment of lust just shy away from her own daughter’s eyes.

“You literally screwed some people to death?”

“They died HAPPILY, I assure you.”

Alex just brought her hands up to cover her face. All she could say about that? “Oh my fucking god.”

“I am not proud of that, but it happened, so nothing that can be done about it.” Lusting shrugged, what was done was done. “But that was how succubus came to be back in my world. What is important is that, back then, my mothers were nowhere to be seen, and I could not find my sister. I knew she was alive when ‘I’ was alive and ‘awake’, but I knew not where my sister, or my mothers, were.” This picked Alex’s interest enough for her to uncover her face and return her attention to the tale. “Time didn’t have much meaning, other than growing old, creating a new family and passing away. Any time I croaked I would then spend a random number of years in limbo, or I would appear again, as a foal, at some orphanage's doorstep. I would always be a unicorn, what I was born to be, though I would also remain a succubus. I would, of course, have the fangs that my father gave me as her inheritance. Luna was the mother of the thestral species, though I think back then Chaos already knew what it wanted to do, so it left the fangs for the succubus that came after me because it found it fun.”

“This difference was easy to hide, but species was not.” For a moment Lusting let one of her wings appear, looking at it critically. “For a long time everything was fine, other than my mothers being nowhere to be seen. I would find much latter that being immortal had… hit them hard, and they had secluded themselves away from everyone else. While they had been around they had managed to bring something akin to ‘normalcy’ to Equis, and while they made sure that chaos was as far away as possible, as well as taking care of the day and night’s cycle, civilization didn’t work too well when there was little to worry about.”

“With monsters controlled, chaos more or less gone, and with stability gained, ponies became petty once no one was supervising them.” Alex snorted, needing to say nothing else. This looked like a bad case of civilization gone stupid. “Some wanted power, others wanted money, land, etc. At one point the species pushed each other away, even pegasi forced thestrals to tropical or dark areas, from which they gained their diet and trademark eyes that hadn’t been there from the start. Not only that, but the atmosphere of love and tolerance that Celestia and Luna tried to build just crumbled. Soon enough herding, a practice with one male ‘marrying’ more than one female, was exchanged by a more traditional way that humans use too. This means that only noble mares being able to have children ‘legally’.” Lusting couldn’t help it when she got a very sad and faraway look. “It was a veritable damn mess for thousands of years, which may explain why a planet many times the size of Earth has so few ponies, or other smart creatures, thanks to how stupid they became.”

“Something like that cannot last though, and chaos had enough energy thanks to such actions that Equis as a whole almost froze over thanks to my own species’ idiocy feeding the creatures that brought the cold: The Windigos. That was a wake up call strong enough to bring my mothers back, to enforce a change and create happiness once most idiots had calmed down and saw that they were doing more harm than good to EVERYTHING. There are a few racists or xenophobes here or there, but they are so rare that you have to owe karma a few full lifetimes for one of them to make you their target.” Alex was surprised that any species would manage to get things done right, no matter what happened. She didn’t comment on that but Lusting saw what she was thinking by just looking at her face. “Yeah, weird, right? I know you humans aren’t exactly big on the ‘play nice, everyone ends happy’ kind of deal.”

“What can I say? We aren’t THAT smart yet.” Both shared a little chuckle at that. It was a bit sad for Alex to think that a bunch of horses had managed to go above and beyond when compared to humans, even if it was only as far as society and nothing else. “I suppose that you had time to get used to what you became during that time?”

Lusting grimaced. “More than I’d like.” This time, instead of answering, Lusting just showed Alex.

By touching Alex’s forehead with her horn and sending a burst of magic through her skull.

As visions flew through her mind Alex felt herself detach from her body. It was as if she quickly saw hundreds, if not thousands, of years in a span of a few seconds. Quickly she realized that the question she had asked was a loaded one, and that talking would do little to explain what it had been for Lusting to do what she had done.

From her discovery, the mourning of her family, the desperation of finding her parents and her sister, or remember what was of her children, to the first shock that true lust brought her, her first summoning and the art of getting what she wanted through pleasure. It would be impossible to just describe it all. Things became more convoluted after the summonings crossed Alex’s mind, worse when Earth was involved with them.

A great deal of this… story, if you want to call it that, came in the form of feelings. The distant past was full of sadness, doubt and regret, with less of such dark and brooding elements coating more recent years. It all seemed to become happier, even if the reunion was beyond bittersweet, when Celestia and Luna returned. This persisted between all her lives, even if Lusting didn’t know why she should be happy every time she was alive.

It was somehow a natural response within Alex’s mother to just feel like everything would be better now. A huge fight between the sister, the creation of Nightmare Moon, the temporal banishment of Luna and various fights with other kingdoms did put a dent in that happiness though. Despite this bump in the road recent years had been so peaceful and perfect that Lusting’s last three lives, all within the same century, had been almost perfect.

The only sad part was how quickly she departed thanks to two separate accidents that took her away from her children in Equestria. Lusting seemed to be cursed with short lives, minus the original one. This last one she was living now had been the best in a long time, at least until she had been summoned to Earth the last time. The three previous had been done just for procreation and recreation, but the one that had Alex had not been only with that desire in mind.

Well, that is what she remembered anyway, except for Alex’s father.

Was it because Alex was with her? Was it because Alex’ dad had really been nice to her? That part of her memory was not as foggy as the other human partners she had, but Lusting was not showing it to her. Alex was sure that the missing parts, while not as many as those that littered the memories of the others, were there for a reason. Still, all she could find about her father was that he had been the owner of the house they were in right now, and that he had wanted someone before he passed away.

For some reason it had been impossible to find a person willing to share their life with him. Alex could feel that his father hadn’t been ugly, a bad person or poor, though the last part was freaking obvious. The question was why he hadn’t had a partner, even if the answer didn’t matter. All that mattered was that Alex’s father, desperate as he was, had researched the occult in hopes to have some loyal and loving company… only to call Lusting. The feeling it gave away? Happiness, perfect lust, and afterwards… sadness. As futile as it seemed to be, Lusting had a simple thought to try and blurr the sadness that mucked the end of that memory.

Male ponies are extremely lucky if they last one minute, much less five. Alex’s father could go for more than an hour.

Something told Alex that there were many things her mother was keeping from her, but how to bring it up without messing this very delicate exchange? If she didn’t want to share, then she would not. If she wanted, then Alex would be there to hear her out. In the end she didn’t though, and the images in her mind quickly retracted. It felt as if a tendril of magic had connected both minds. In all honesty that was a very likely possibility.

“By the time your father summoned me Luna had already been returned to us for a few months. With time between dimensions being a little screwy, and with my own life making as much sense as a horde of parasprites on a feeding frenzy, I thought that maybe I could, just this once, enjoy a life with someone that would both love and fuck me right.” Lusting let out a dry chuckle. Her horn took her glasses away as she threw them into nothingness. “Didn’t happen in any of my lives, wasn’t going to happen now.”

Alex had at least felt that she had been alive a couple hundred times. She knew that Lusting, and by extension Alex herself, had at least a lot of distant family in Equestria. But none of those lives had ended well. For some reason, and despite the long lifespan that most enjoyed in a magic filled world, Lusting seemed to never go past one hundred when most ponies could live close to three times as long.

“Your father was a bleeding heart.” Lusting gave a huge smile at that, though her eyes were sad. “Direct, hard working, and a horny bastard, but he was nice when it counted. You are sincere too, loyal, with a good head on your shoulders and horny beyond belief. He’d been proud.” She gave Alex a gentle look before she came closer, resting her head on Alex’s lap. “But he was far too nice, and despite how many good and great things humans have made, being nice in this world usually doesn’t pay.”

Alex had been about to pet Lusting, but her hands balled into fist at her words. “Someone came for him?”

The mare nodded. “Basically a year after I came here.” She said with her red eyes almost looking like living fire. “Unlike my previous summons, your brothers and sisters, your father wanted it to go along normally, not magically accelerated. Those were maybe the best eleven months of my life in this world, and one of the best years in my last… what? Twenty lives? Around a thousand years’ worth of screwups at least.” Lusting snorted, half in mirth half in anger. “I managed to have you, we gave you a name, and then some people came for us after we came back for an outing to enjoy a simple day amidst nature. The details on what happened after are hazy in my memory, but I know that your father didn’t make it out. I just remember that I had just enough energy to get you somewhere safe before I was forced away from this world.”

This time Alex did get her hands on her mother’s neck and mane, gently petting and rubbing at her. In part it was because she wanted to comfort her mother, and there was no doubts about her being what she claimed anymore, but part of her reason for her actions were selfish too. She was feeling strangely depressed.

How could you miss someone you never meet?

“And to think that one of my biggest worries was to get back to normal and fuck someone… Now I know so many things that my head is spinning, and I still have so many questions that I don’t know what to do with them.”

Lusting let out a good natured snort. “Baby, I have said that SO many times in my life.” She literally purred against Alex’s hand. “Most think that it is only fun and games when you are a succubus, or when you at least have the heritage. Fun fact? They are right! But only in modern times, and only for those that don’t have my little problem. There is always more to us than just sex.”

“Mmhmm…”

“You still want to know why I got you in this mess, right?” Alex hadn’t stopped her ministrations, but she had slowed down, and Lusting took noticed of the change almost immediately. “Want to have dinner before we go on?”

The idea of eating was not as tantalizing as one would expect, but some time to think would be welcome. Still, it begged the question. “There is food in here? The popcorn just banished after you showed them to me...”

“The spell that brought me here was situational; meaning it would only work here.” Lusting explained as she slowly got up. “It was meant to bring this house back to the day before your father and I ran into problems. We had been out in the nearby forest, at a clearing we frequented far away from prying eyes. I remember we had everything stocked, so anything you may want I can cook.” She then summoned back her ‘vice’ as she got off the sofa. “Besides, I think you need to take a few and think about things. I doubt you have digested everything I have shown you, or told you, just yet. Explore the house if it helps you calm down.”

***

Introspective time is good for many reasons, except when you finally have time to do so to explore someone else’s life. Many like to think that they could, or would, do things differently, better even, when they are presented with the same choices others made. This all if they do have all the information beforehand of course. The problem is that, in most cases, that is wistful thinking. Heck, you wouldn’t do any better than the person on the other side of the screen if you were to have all the information and the chance. You make another choice, you make another mistake. It is a different one, granted, but it is another one all the same.

Alex had yet to find a reason behind her change, granted, but she did find something else: She wasn’t so different from her mother. They both were horny bastards, they both tried to go through their life without much ruckus, and they tried to enjoy the small things without too much drama. The only difference is that drama had followed Lusting for most her life while the only problem Alex had was growing up without parents. As horrible as it sounded it certainly was much better than waking up one day, finding your past life on the street, only to suddenly get hundreds, if not thousands, of years of information shoved into your brain. That is if you don’t count being summoned out of nowhere when you didn’t even know you were a freaking demon hellbent on sex and reproduction.

There came a time in Lusting’s memories, a key moment, one that came after she had enough rediscoveries of her story. She stopped giving a fuck. Something broke and she decided to just accept that this was another life that she would have to bear knowing she had left so much behind every time she ‘woke up’.

Alex was still mad about her change, but now she wanted to know the ‘why’, not so much the ‘how’. She couldn’t exactly fault her mother though, not when it was quite obvious that she had as much control of her life as a literal animal in the wild. They went by instinct and by whatever fate decided. Lusting may not have gone mucking about by whatever base desires she had (Other than lust whenever she awoke), but luck certainly did have a sore spot for the poor mare.

One of her memories made Alex dread to know the reason behind her change. Why? Because it had to do with her family. It was the first time Lusting found about her past self the first time with Celestia, her own mother, back in business.

The meeting went… poorly. Bittersweet Alex had thought at first, but that was sugarcoating it.

It would be important to note that, before Celestia and Luna disappeared, life was good. Yes, it grew in perversion, if you look back at how humans lived their daily life, but look at the alternative! Monsters and slow death as chaos slowly eroded the desire to live? Fuck that! Plus, there was also magic to counter many of the problems. This included many illnesses (though from Lusting’s memories Alex saw that only really serious shit got cured that way), the worst kind of pains, inbreeding and other really bad things that humanity faces and not always ends the victor in. When you don’t have to fear for more than the local monsters, then why would you look at things the same way humans do? It also helped that Celestia, Luna and their family were good at guiding people and also total freaking perverts that weren’t total morons.

You know, Alex’s kind of people.

Then they went away as loss struck them and the truth hit like a ton of bricks. Afterwards the different tribes slowly grew apart, and with time they became as stupid as humanity at their worst. The only good thing? Equis never exactly grew to the gunpowder age. Though their technology at the present time is all over the place and all over the ages they do NOT use it for the same purposes humans do. So yeah, they were xenophobes, racist and other such things before Celestia and Luna came back, and it really went off the deep end, but when they returned things went back on track.

Eh…

Well…

More or less?

Peace came quickly, happiness flourished, and while there was a nagging feeling that plagued Alex, as if she knew, much like her mother, that certain things had to happen, yet they didn’t, things were swell. But Equestria suddenly became more… conservative, reserved even.

Herds, something common before, slowly became scarcer, and sex slowly became a private affair instead of something that would either be done in public or privately depending on personal preference. There came a point when sex became almost taboo, to the point where you weren’t supposed to even speak about it. It was as if society was regressing and becoming fearful of many things, as if phobias were being developed instead of removed.

This became brutally evident, almost literally, when Lusting went to meet with Celestia.

One thing Alex wasn’t sure about was if Lusting was always the same. She knew that her mother was ALWAYS the same as a succubus, but not when she wasn’t in such a body. What she knew, thanks to whatever weird kind of mind share or link that Lusting forced on her, was that every pony, or creature in general, has their own magic signature. She knew that Celestia would scan her if she said that she was her daughter, and her real name WAS indeed Lusting Heart.

When Celestia heard the name she made sure to shoo the guards away. After that came a scan, then questions, then happiness… then anger and sadness. Lusting’s memories, or the memories she shared, didn’t explain WHY Celestia became angry. It was one of those few times through Lusting’s time that Alex had seen her grandmother’s face turn into an angry scowl. Her mother’s memories pegged Celestia as nothing more than an angel, a perverted angel, but an angel nonetheless. The face that Celestia offered her own daughter was one that would’ve been expected of an executioner about to discipline the worst kind of criminal in the world.

The discussion within that memory wasn’t shared, not that there was much need for it. What was shared was the jerky jump to a chance meeting with Luna during the same lifetime, mere days afterwards. They exchanged information, tales and other tidbits, though Alex got none of that unless she needed it. It did explain to her that Celestia and Luna had been deeply hurt when they saw their children wither and die while they were forced to live permanently young. That forced both sisters to change, but it took a lot of time and was the hardest thing they had to do. It was safe to say that Celestia lost it for a while, though Alex wasn’t told that through the memory sharing link.

With time Celestia came to accept that their duty was to watch over ponies and guide them, much like Luna, but they had been at odds when it came to discuss their way of doing so and if they should cut part of their ties to the magic of the world at some point. That ‘cutting’ part was a simple procedure to ensure they would just live mortal lives back from when they first reached adulthood. This was not something Luna suggested lightly, but it was a necessity because she was aware that at some point either sister would once more lose it if they ever got close to another pony to the point of having family or friends, no matter how much they tried to condition themselves to be unmovable mountains for the rest of their lives.

This, alongside the idea that Luna was more brutal, brash, direct and, in general, more like Lusting and Alex, unlike the usually level headed Celestia, was what slowly broke the sisters apart. Luna slowly grew tired of Celestia dilly dallying, trying to be perfect and not mess up even once, burying what she once was deeper and deeper. It all was made even worse when the ponies under their care seemed to favor the Celestia that was all but a mask, instead of the pony she had once been.

A few egomaniacs came and went, the sisters defeated them, garnered the love of their subjects, and with time they were both known for their own quirks. That is how Luna became the ‘mare of the moon’; both because she did specialize in controlling the moon, and because she was, as her thestrals, nocturnal, fierce and had no time to beautify words more than strictly necessary. Celestia was seen as compassionate, motherly, peaceful and gentle, which she was, but she was also secretive and, unlike Luna, didn’t allow her other side to be seen. Celestia was indeed the representation of the sun in pony form.

At some point the friction just went nuclear and Luna had enough of this bullshit.

That part of her history, like many smaller snippets, was clouded, so Alex wasn’t granted a chance to see what went on behind the veil. All she knew was that Lusting had one of her usual bouts of luck shortly after the fight, so after Luna was banished to the moon she went to limbo once more. Celestia didn’t even try to find her to say sorry, or simply goodbye. Lusting knew that her mother could feel her, that she could feel she was slipping away… But Celestia ignored her daughter. Lusting was at least happy that she was there, despite everything that her mother had done, Lusting could respect her choice. Celestia was at least one thing that was stable in this world, and she still cared for her mother. But to say that their relationship became strained at this point would be an understatement.

In a sense it was at that moment that Lusting became what Alex had been until today: An orphan. Her father had been forced away, her own mother wanted to distance herself from her past, and Lusting had to live her lives basically alone. It didn’t help that most her relationships didn’t last and her children quickly moved away from the lusty mare. It all became more common as society moved away from how things were in the past, leaving Lusting to feel she was there just as a sick joke.

A thousand or so years came and went with Lusting’s life being improved, as well as her luck, even if only slightly. She was sad about what happened between her mothers, between Celestia and her, but it would work out, she was sure of it. It was a certainty that she couldn’t explain, much the same way that she couldn’t just tell you why she knew certain things happened in a way they shouldn’t have. Whatever the case, things did get better no more than four years ago back in her world.

While once more things ‘didn’t go as they should’, Luna came back and things were all peachy, more or less. Back in the day Celestia had to use something called ‘The Elements of Harmony’ to enforce her sister’s banishment. This had the negative effect of purging a good deal of magic from her sister, which allowed the ‘moniker’ of Nightmare Moon to be her own person. Ironically, the Elements of Harmony were needed to kick the thing out of Luna’s head. This was done by six mares that are supposedly important, but in this story they were, at least for the moment, secondary. What was important was that Luna came back, so Lusting’s happiness could only grow.

This one was maybe the first life that Lusting had to enjoy since day one. Why? Because she found out who she was since day one. While the details were sketchy, probably in purpose so Alex wouldn’t know more than she should, it was enough for Lusting as far as she could be aware of everything.

By now she knew what she was, what she wanted and how to deal with everything. She used her knowledge, she used her wits and she made sure that this was one life she could enjoy. She didn’t even bother with a husband: She just went for a child. Her desired profession was hard to come by, as by this time the ponies all over were such prudes that it was hard to have sex without peeling layers of freaking defenses. For fuck’s sake! Not even getting pass out drunk in the worst bar in the worst freaking town assured you a freaking shoddy fuck! She did manage to get into porn however, and that way she both ensured her nourishment and enough fun to last her a lifetime.

When Luna came back Lusting went to see her. Despite her usual chipper nature and the fact that she was the daughter of an alicorn, Lusting was no better than most unicorns, which meant there was no reason for her to see Luna. So when she was confronted by Celestia the only thing she could do to convince her to let her pass to see her father was to be something that the whole family had been since back in the day.

Blunt and to the point. The only thing she added was the anger she had stored and a good deal of ruthlessness.

All Lusting allowed Alex to see was the aftermath, and it left Celestia alone while Lusting went to see her father. Lusting was happy about her mother doing what she thought was best, what she thought was right, but if she had decided to take no part in her life then she would do so and get out of her hair. If Lusting wanted to see her father she would go ahead, and there was only one thing Celestia could do to stop her. Since she was not the kind of mare to kill a pony all Celestia was able to do was let her daughter go ahead with her life, that and keep her opinions to herself.

Lusting could say that life was good after that, for a time at least. The daughter of this one life was friends with one of the elements of harmony, and while she wasn’t exactly okay with her mother’s job, her kid loved her mother’s stories, imagination and tales. Not only that, but even if she needed to be sneaky about it, Lusting could see her father daily and have a more or less normal relationship with Luna. Adding the use of her talent for lust and a decent level of acceptance for such a thing only made the mare feel like this life was the best in a long time.

But the memory ended with something happening, something that Lusting hadn’t shared visually.

What happened during her last visit to Earth had been told, but what had been going on afterwards back on Equestria was probably what had Alex in her predicament now. After practically seeing through her own mother’s life Alex had to wonder WHAT would make her mess up with someone else. She was no saint, in fact she had seen and almost experienced as much, but she was no evil either. Lusting would not hurt her children in any way if she could help it. She was desperate for a real family, even if by human standards that family would be totally fucking screwed in the head.

At least that is what Alex wanted to think. She just meet her mother, and while it was not exactly the most vanilla of situations (the understatement of the freaking century), Alex didn’t want to think her mother was a monster.

Okay, she was a demon, and a pony, but those were just semantics here.

“What a fucked up day.”

She had seen the house that he would’ve grown in if it wasn’t for the rotten luck that seemed to follow Lusting like the plague, or maybe it was the luck that her father had garnered just because he was nice and had any kind of power. It was sad to say, but a few bad apples made sure to try and spoil the whole batch, and it was obvious that they got to her family before she could even enjoy it.

Right now she was sitting on one of the many chairs within the large dining room. She wasn’t doing it because she was all that hungry, but because she had been told, rather rudely, that the food would be done soon.

Alex had to admit that her mother’s outburst when that little problem with the window took place was a mite scary, but it wasn’t as bad as the cacophony of voices she had fired Alex’s way when Alex found her father’s room. In there she had seen a photo of Lusting, full succubus, with a happy smile and a huge belly as a large man held her in his arms. It was a shame that Lusting somehow found out, because as soon as Alex tried to get closer to the picture, to at least see her father, she had been thrown out and the door had been closed shut.

Something told her that her mother, despite how neutral she tried to be with her luck, and all she lost, hadn’t been able to get over one of those few chances at happiness being literally smashed.

Alex had never been a romantic person, but was this what happened if you lost the love of your life? A bit pretentious of her to think that her father had been the one man Lusting had always wanted, but she had said so herself. Despite her anger, and how scared Alex had been when she was magically pushed away, she could not be angry about THAT. Sad? Yes. Angry? No.

Lusting asked for her forgiveness, and as said, Alex couldn’t be angry about that. You wouldn’t try to rile up someone that was grieving, would you? Despite her flippant attitude it was clear that Lusting wasn’t like most people pictured a demon. And it wasn’t exactly hard to picture how she was feeling behind that mask of hers when most of her life had been shared in what most would consider a moment. Thanks to this, and many other tidbits, Alex’s head was still spinning despite having an hour or two to decompress.

That time is gone though, and as Alex looked up, reacting to the pine doors opening, the desire for more time was rendered moot.

The smell of pasta with white sauce and ham was fast to spread across the richly decorated room. At one time this place would have probably held twenty or so people, but it had been heavily implied that Lusting and Alex’s father were the only ones to sit her for quite a long time. That desire for food, and the idea that maybe, just maybe, some food could cool her head, had gone away shortly after finding the picture.

Lusting herself had changed the look on her face quite a lot too. No more smirks, lusty grins or bedroom eyes. It had been permanent except when she seemed moody, which had made those features the norm for the mare as she tried to appear coy, happy or just naughty. Right now she lacked her glasses, she didn’t have her smokes out and all she was doing was carrying the food. She didn’t even look for a fork before she summoned one for Alex and herself, quickly serving the food without sharing a word or a single glance her way.

The moment she began eating her food and so did Alex, with neither of them saying a word despite the desire Alex had to do so. It was one of those moments Alex found simply disgusting. Someone had done something wrong, but instead of sorting it out, as they fucking should, the matter was buried until it festered. In this case it would not fester for long, they didn’t have the time, but it still bothered Alex a lot, and she would make sure to make it known. She had been silent more than long enough.

Surprisingly enough the food almost evaporated. Hungry or not, Alex had to admit that, somehow, this tasted even better than the ones she had made for years. Maybe it was a different way of doing it, maybe it had been the fact that this place probably had the best quality ingredients you could buy thirty years ago, or maybe it was the magic that Lusting waved around. Whatever the case, her mother at least knew how to cook without doing what Alex did the first time she tried to make this dish.

Poison herself.

No, seriously, she did.

It was a mix of humiliation and humorous, but it was more than enough for Alex. She was still pissed, a bit confused and very much worried, but at least she managed to steel herself. It didn’t help much, but it allowed her mind to relax a bit as she looked at her mother picking at whatever was left of their short lived dinner. Alex knew she wanted to talk, probably more than Alex herself.

In the end the demoness cracked.

“I didn’t want to do this, you know?” Lusting let out a single and humorless chuckle. “Like a lot of things I have done, I didn’t want this crap.” A single wave of her magic, a flash from her horn. Everything was clean and put away. Just a blink for Alex, nothing more, but the problems were still on the table. “But I am not going to say ‘I didn’t want this’ or ‘I didn’t ask for this’ in the way that most say it. ‘Oh woe is me’ and all that didn’t sit well with me when I first found out what I had turned out to be, nor does it fit today.”

The implication was clear. “You could have refused to do this.”

“Of course I could.” At least Lusting seemed happy when her daughter picked up on her hint quickly enough. “But that would mean I would be screwing my own world over without even trying to solve the problem.”

“Can I guess?” The question surprised Lusting, but Alex found it amusing that she didn’t even wait to think about it. Her mother just nodded her way and waited for her assumptions. “Seeing how chaos itself messed you up, and how harmony literally bent your mothers over and screwed their lives forever, I guess they had another pissing match and you guys lost.”

Lusting snorted, halfway cracking the serious face she was sporting. “I thought I cut the link in time.”

“Come on, what else could it be?” Despite the humor behind Lusting’s phrasing, and despite Alex wanting to smooth things, she had never been one for subtleties. “You have shared your fucking life with me, mom.” And being called mother right now seemed to hurt Lusting more than make her proud. “You have shown me every high and low, and I am still spinning after seeing it all, I am still trying to digest it. Despite all you showed me I can say one thing: You are not a bad mother.”

The pony eyed Alex warily, the human looked at Lusting with inquisitive curiosity.

Would she refute the claim?

When she didn’t, Alex went on. “I have seen you trying to be the best mother you could. Were you a horny bitch? Well, yes, but in your world things don’t work like on Earth, so who am I to judge? Granted, I still think it is fucking wrong for you to appear in my life, ask me to fuck you, and then lay all this crap on me, make no mistake.” With every word Lusting shrunk. She from a very powerful looking demoness, or unicorn, to what looked like a filly. “I am angry at this change, I am angry at how my life was affected, and I am angry at the fact that I didn’t have a fucking choice in the matter like you do. You said you cannot change me back, and I am still up for paying the price you asked, but how well or how willingly depends on what you have to tell me.”

“But I don’t hate you.” Finally Alex relaxed against her chair and allowed for Lusting to at least look back up. “I have grown without a family, I have grown with people looking my way and choosing other children, even before I found out that I was a bit… too active in certain areas. I don’t blame you for that either.” Alex was quick to add as she saw her mother looking away. “Things would’ve been different, but shit happens, so I had the life I had. I won’t go faulting you for things that you had no control over, only those that you HAD a hand, or hoof, in.” With that said, Alex reclined forward, elbows on the table, hands clasped together, and with her chin resting on her marred knuckles. “So please, PLEASE, tell me you had a good reason for this. Tell me that the plan, the changes, and yo coming here, had a good reason.”

“There IS a good reason.”

Alex was sincerely surprised when her mother answered so quickly. She was still serious while looking meek, as if she hadn’t expected to be talked to in such a way. Alex could understand, partly, since she had said this plan was supposed to start a year ago. Maybe the change was going to be gradual instead of instant, or maybe Alex, and supposedly her brothers/sisters, were going to have some warning. Whatever the case, whatever the plan, it didn’t work out. So it had been one letdown and surprise after another as far as Lusting was concerned.

“Whatever big bad is made by chaos these days? The Elements of Harmony deal with it. A little ruckus here and there? The six mares that have the elements of harmony deal with it. Need to show how important friendship and tolerance is? The mane six to the rescue. Do you see a frigging pattern here?” Lusting was still looking away, but it was obvious that this topic bothered her a great deal. “My mother cares more for her student than she does me, her own bucking daughter!”

Lusting stomped a hoof so hard that the chair Lusting was in shattered under the pressure. A sign and a flash latter it was as good as new, though the mare decided to float herself atop the table. Better have more solid ground, just in case.

“Luna did her best to console me after the fiasco with your dad. I was tired beyond belief of this damn cycle, of being summoned, of having more kids that I would not see grow or that would leave me. More than anything I was tired of my rotten luck. I know, I am petty, okay?” Alex closed her mouth when her mother threw a heated glance her way. “I just wished for something to end this damn charade so this life would be the last. Whoopdeedoo, someone paid attention.”

Alex raised a hand. “Wait… Are you telling me that I am like this because you complained?” The question made her feel dirty for some reason.

“No, not exactly.” Lusting shook her head. “Remember for a moment: I told you that some things didn’t happen as they should, right?” Alex nodded. It was hard to not remember since she had part of her own mother’s memory burned within her brain. “Well, also remember that gap between males and females? That four against one?” Again Alex nodded. “WELL! Aren’t you up for a surprise! Because during the last millennia it got EVEN WORSE!”

Alex’s eyes widened for a moment. Worse? Worse how? Did she mean six females per male? Seven? Maybe eight? When she saw how her mother had returned to that predatory and sultry smirk she was told all she needed.

“Twenty against one, Alex. Twenty females per male, and this spread to ALL species.” Alex’s eyes widened at the thought… at the thought of what she would do if she was there! But wait. Why was that a problem? “Now add the fact that many marry, that magical help doesn’t always work, and that even temporal and magical sex changes, or in vitro fertilization have a success rate of roughly five percent, period. See where I am going?” Oh… oh shit. That is what Alex’s face said, and that is what Lusting read. “Then ADD the other problem: That society had regressed to the freaking prude age. While bisexuals for you are our ‘straight’, that means diddly squat when most expect males and females to do the deed. Stupid? Yes. The norm? That too.”

“But… but that doesn’t make any sense.” Lusting’s face was the biggest ‘no, really?’ Alex had ever seen. Still, Alex couldn’t understand what she was being told. “Why would a society work like that? One male per twenty females? Marrying is seen as the only ‘decent’ option? Magic and sex change don’t work but people still try to do the deed with a ring on? Even with a chance with those alternatives it seems like it would just collapse.”

“There are some herpamhrodites, some natural born ‘shemales’, or however they want to be called, I don’t very much care. There are, of course, other succubi, our distant relatives. All that, however, means nothing when you have chaos meddling about!” Lusting’s smirk dropped around this point. “I suppose it has been made obvious that anything that wasn’t a male/female duo had slim chances to conceive. Five percent is really, really bad, and even with hundreds of years ahead of you, many pairs had to adopt. And yes, I mean adopt. Not every single pony in Equestria wanted one night of debauchery ending in a foal, much less with how society frowned upon that at this point in time. Luckily there are many parents willing to take them in, but even orphans are becoming scarce with less and less pregnancies because there is no males anymore.”

“Now, think about this: Empress Sombra instead of Emperor. Lady Tirek instead of Lord. Gilded Shield instead of Shining Armor. Princess Blueblood instead of Prince. Those are names that may not mean anything to you, but I know that they had to be male, yet they were born female.” At this point Lusting decided to just forego any more explanations. She summoned an illusion of the male gender symbol and literally shattered it. “But such ‘subtleties’ were lost to chaos itself. Since harmony, thus Celestia and Luna, kept doing their best to ensure that all species went on, what was chaos to do? Well, a wave of magic that made all remaining studs of every species into females, because it could.”

So… basically something happened because the magic of chaos decided ‘Fuck this, let’s play hardcore’. At least that was what Alex could deduce after being told this. But how was this truly threatening? It looked like things had been fine before, even with that huge gap of one against twenty. True, there were no more males anymore, but…

“Also, that little thing about society apparently devolving a bit? Now think about it regressing to the point where almost everyone is afraid of sex after the change because they thought that things like my job had brought this as punishment for their deeds.”

Alex’s mind was forced to stop. The stupid just went off the scales.

“As I discovered, my mother was partially linked to all of this.” Alex straightened as Lusting went on, both expectant of the other as the mare talked. “Harmony wanted balance, so, ironically, it found balance. Celestia was all about happiness, love, understanding and friendship, while Luna was more confrontational, about enjoying life, about being blunt and not hiding yourself. My mother was afraid of living to its fullest, as she did back in the day, while my father wanted to go back to how things were when they were young and foolish, as she puts it.” A furtive glance was given. “It was as if harmony and chaos were basically using my mothers to see who would win, instead of having them cooperate, because harmony fucked up and screwed my parents’ lives permanently. I don’t know how much I had to do with how it turned out, but I am pretty sure that I am part of the reason why my mother’s resentment and fear grew up to the point that her magic was part of this huge change.”

And there it was. It hadn’t been too hard to connect two and two together at this point. There had been more than enough hints to how things had been at the beginning, only for them to do a massive one eighty by the time that Celestia and Luna came back. The fact that Celestia had to fight her own sister probably made things even worse.

Now, if Alex was a betting man, and now at best she would be a betting ‘woman’, she would bet her ass that she knew how this had gone down.

It also probably had to do with all she knew, things she didn’t know a few hours prior.

The gist of it was simple enough though: If all Lusting knew from before her mothers were born was true, which was the only sketchy part right now, then whatever chaos was had decided to pull the plug on things, either for fun or for some other reason. Harmony was like the yang to chaos’ ying, so it tried to compensate and create equilibrium, much like its name implied. The problem here was that chaos cheated and decided not to create an avatar. This meant it was over freaking powered thanks to using its magic in other ways.

There was no way that it was going to allow chaos to cheat without cheating itself, so harmony added a new factor to the game: Alicorns. Basically super powered pieces in a chess game. It made sure that they could transmit the desire to live, to procreate, to enjoy themselves and to be happy. Compared to the danger, fear and other shitty things that chaos was projecting, well, it was easy to see what kind of effect alicorns would have. This effect was more powerful since the princesses were seen as the world’s sun and moon.

Surprises only last so long, and these were players that had gone at it for millennia, if not millions of years. Who knows how many times had this same game been played with results that varied depending on the actions of either side? The only thing that had to be done was to wait and plan. Given the fact that Lusting had shown Alex thousands of years’ worth of memories (abridged, yes, but that wasn’t the point), it was not hard to imagine that chaos had been searching for a way to make things interesting, or to end them. What better way to do that than using the ones that harmony itself had employed then?

But as nice as playing detective was, there was a problem still. “That still doesn’t tell me why this was necessary.” And Alex was quick to point it out. “I don’t very much care that only females, hermaphrodites, shemales and the like is all that there is…”

“And some femboys, if I remember this world’s expresion right. They are almost all claimed though, which is a shame, but there are some of them.” Lusting snickered. “It is fun to see a male knocked up from time to time, or large shemales and herms fucking them. Such special little boys…” She purred in a husky voice.

“... What the fuck ever, mom.” Seriously, Alex didn’t need more conflicting feelings, nor did she need to see her mother salivating at the thought of a feminine guy getting railed. “Thing is: I don’t see why this shit happened to me thanks to what you have told me.”

“That is… less straightforward.” Lusting seemed maybe a bit ashamed as she scrapped at the table with one of her hooves. “Magic is what is trying to shut things down, even if it is just one side of magic. Ponies and all other creatures that thrive in this day and age are linked to harmony, and harmony is losing. Chaos is winning, but all creatures made of chaos aren’t exactly friendly with ponies, as you may have deduced by now.”

Alex snorted. “You said that chaotic creatures are monsters and the like. I highly doubt any of them would help you out with chaos.”

“Oh no, they would not help us at all. While there are some creatures of harmony, like dragons, that can be utter freaking dicks.” Lusting stopped for a moment, blushed and chuckled. Good god, another lewd memory that THANKFULLY Alex hadn’t seen. “They still aim to be ‘good’... in a sense. Chaotic creatures usually aim to be evil in a way, at least if seen through a pony’s eyes. There is, however, a chaotic species that can be either good or evil without much complication. While ponies, even demonic ones like me, try to be good, or at least ‘partially’ good, there are no creatures in my world considered just neutral.”

“Don’t fucking tell me.” Alex didn’t say what she thought, she literally sighed the phrase. “Humans are chaotic by nature because we can swing any way we wish to.”

“Yep!”

“Fuck.”

“Later, dear, later.” Lusting purred, much to Alex’s chagrin. “But yes: Humans are chaotic creatures. Neutral, yes, but also chaotic. Luna knew about this because I told her about my summonings here. She knew I had family, a blood link, something we could use to contact you all. This came in hoof when it was made obvious that using the Elements of Harmony, or the very power of the alicorns, wouldn’t work…”

“Wait, wait, wait. How do you know they wouldn’t work?” Alex asked this with a very serious face. Was her mother kidding? Alicorn superpowers a la Superman meant jack shit? The overpowered friendship cannon just didn’t work? “How could the macguffin fail?”

“Well, it wasn’t so much as ‘fail’ as it was ‘sabotage’.” Lusting gave an awkward smile. “The elements were connected to my mother, and my mother is one of the three alicorns alive at this point. I think Twilight had to ascend, but some things didn’t work that way for some reason.” The mare shrugged. “Anyway, since part of my mother was just plain bitter and against harmony’s plan, and since she had a permanent link to the elements, the mane six were incapable of using those things to solve the problem. In fact, if what my father told me was true, the elements have just… dissapear as of now.”

Alex wasn’t sure what to think about that. From the shared memories it was made obvious that the Elements of Harmony were a big freaking deal. How could they just, you know, ‘disappear’ from thin air?

“Personally I think they are basically lost within magic itself because chaos got a hold of them, but that is for another time.” Lusting waved a hoof to bring the conversation on track. “What is important is this: Celestia and Luna had a discussion after that failed. Luna wished to ask for my help, but my mother was being bullheaded about it. She managed to convince my father to try and use their own powers somehow. Luna confided in me, told me that she was sure this would backfire. And what do you know? Celestia fucked up royally.” Alex knew that Lusting was trying not to, she was really, really, REALLY trying not to, but she chuckled. “Immortality knocked down a peg, both theirs, Cadance, the other alicorn, my own, and, of course, my sister’s too. That control the had on the sun and moon? Freaking gone! Though they at least had a ‘normal’ gravity well, as in one not fueled by magic, be it chaos or harmony. This means that a great deal of that old connection to chaos and harmony that my parents had went caput.”

“At first there was PANIC, and let me tell you that I laughed my flank off.” The devilish smirk on Lusting’s face was hint enough. Her large fangs didn’t exactly detract from the image either. It was quickly removed as she went on though. “But the fun disappeared when my daughter came back home saying that her marefriend didn’t want sex anymore. And no, my daughter is not a sex freak like we are, so believe me when I say that for her to say that someone else has NO interest then she means NO interest.”

Lusting bit her lip, a small lul in the conversation allowing her to think for a moment. “I can say that I don’t rightly know what happened. At first it was alright, other than the small chaos ponies were causing because suddenly princesses had been knocked out. Everyone thought that my parents were gone, yet the sun and the moon went on unhindered, while in the past they had stopped in place when Celestia or Luna’s powers had been taken away or they had passed out. Then it all went quiet.” As did Lusting for a few seconds. “It was as if a blanket was placed over the world, you know? Ponies like me, innately lewd, horny or perverted, didn’t seem to be affected, but everyone else seemed… dry.”

“So… lust just… kind of disappeared? Wasn’t that part of the original plan of the chaos magic? Sounds redundant.” Alex asked with a frown. Chaos, to her comprehension, was something that would never try to do the same thing twice.

“It was weird, it IS weird, I know. I had seen how society had just turned from a very open kind of deal to introverts worse than humans, something that I considered impossible back then. It was not until I asked that I learned this was because my own mother had been influencing them as much as posible for it to end that way.” Lusting’s face changed to one of disgust. “Her influence grew, and so it overshadowed my father’s. Magic favored her, and despite harmony wishing for, well, harmony, chaos was given a foothold.” She shook her head, confused much like Alex was. “I may have lived a long time, but magic is just something that can’t be fully explained. I can’t tell how it happened so fast, why or how. All I can say is that mother ended up bitting the bullet when she asked me for help.”

“Which probably wasn’t pleasant for her.” Lusting grinned from ear to ear as Alex said that. It was nice to know that some things made Lusting happy, but Alex found her lack of focus a bit problematic. “Okay, it wasn’t, and you are enjoying this way too much.”

“I am, and you can’t blame me.” The mare poked her tongue at Alex.

“You are supposed to be thousands of years old, but instead you seem like an eternal teenager.” Alex couldn’t contain a laugh when her mother pouted. “Seriously though, if this is so important that you shouldn’t be acting like a kid.”

Lusting gave a curt nod, but somehow her mood didn’t sift this time. “I can’t help it, in a way. Despite our little discussion, despite our anger at this crap, and despite the plan being botched, I can’t help but enjoy myself a bit.” At last, the explanation was coming, thus Alex decided to not interrupt this one time. “I had to use all the energy I had harvested the past year to make four copies of that book you have, a book that is designed to teach you how to be a succubus the way it works in Equis, a book that was to give details on what you are, on what I am, who I am, and what was happening. It also was supposed to explain that this place, being the location of my lengthiest and most pleasurable summoning had been made, was a beacon for me and the power I had invested in this spell. Then I had to wait a year, to expect the worst… and all I could do was just hope.”

That begged the question. “Why did the spell ‘malfunction’, so to speak?”

“I am not sure, but the suggestion was made by a mare called Sunset Shimmer, thanks to past experiences with traveling between worlds. I didn’t ask much, but it was a project that had been started by Celestia, so it is thanks to that mare that I got the idea to channel the energy into a book to transmit what I wanted.” Lusting’s frowned. “I suppose that the fact that my mother had a hoof in it probably didn’t help. Seeing as she is touched by chaos it stands to reason that the side of magic that is now chaotic would probably try to mess things up.”

“Anyway, the plan was, as you can imagine, simple: I would send the books, which meant that magic would then be transferred to my children. This would translate in all of you changing to fit in within a magic world, and you would be given the option of coming with me to Equis or stay.” Alex nodded as her mother explained this to her. It wasn’t the best case scenario she had wanted, but she had been expecting that Lusting would ask her to go to Equestria at this point. “The idea was to overfeed me lust if the four of you came here, so if one or two didn’t want to come with, I could change them back. Although if you all had my inheritance, meaning my desire, there were few chances of that happening. I did not want to deprive you all of the chance though, so I wanted to make sure I had it covered. Seeing as how only you got the package, and seeing how the magic within just touched you, there is no way in hell that I can do it anymore.”

“You were banking on every single kid you had boinking you then.” It wasn’t a question, it was a statement, and Alex was unable to suppress a groan when Lusting nodded. “So now I am basically screwed and with only one option: Go with you after I pound my own mother?”

Lusting fidgeted in place, still smiling, but that had turned around. It was no longer that smile she had shown, the one of a daughter very much delighted to see her mother struggle and ask for help, the smile of vengeance. It wasn’t the smile of a mother happy to be with her daughter, even if it was in a not so slightly perverted way.

It was a sad smile that didn’t want to share what she had to say.

“We made a deal, you have to screw me, if you want me to be blunt.” Alex snorted. Blunt? Lusting had been that and more, whenever she had wanted to. “But you don’t have to take my offer.” Come again? “If you do me then the deal is done as it is. I told you all you wished to know, all you needed to know, so payment is required.”

Alex sensed a “But?”

“But you can chose not to do it.”

Lusting’s smile was finally gone. This was the most hurt Alex had seen her mother, at least in person. She looked more scared than anything else, regretful even, as if there was no right choice here. Tell her daughter, or purposefully lie to her? Alex knew she could not lie, but lying by omission was a grey area.

“If you don’t, then there is magic feedback. We made a deal, so you’ll have to feed me one way or another. If we don’t do it, then I’ll take away as much magic as my body thinks is necessary to go back, then some. This could, COULD, turn you back, it would undo all the changes that have been happening around you. The feedback effect would also be extremely painful. No one would remember doing anything to you, disking you or the like thanks to the magic clash however.” Lusting chewed her lower lip as she talked. “It would not solve all the problems you have, but it would make them ‘less’ in general. The problem is that if you don’t change back things here would just spoil once more after a while, so it is a gamble.”

“Alternatively, we can do it, but just the strictly necessary. Strictly speaking it would just be ‘paying the fee’, nothing more.” Alex made a face. Pity sex? Because it sounded like pity sex to her. For some reason it sounded disgusting to her, it had always been and it would always feel simply wrong. “Just foreplay, oral, a few orgasm. If you dislike the idea of incest then that is as far as we could go and things would go back on track: I would return, you would stay here, then things would even out after a while. In the long run it would be like with the feedback effect though. You could also move somewhere else and this weird effect you have on people would either diminish or disappear. That, or…”

“Or I can pound you for however long we can last, feed you all the lust I am able to, and let me wake up back in Equis. Is that the third option?” Lusting nodded at Alex’s assumption. The problem here was deciding what she wanted to do. “I am unsure of what to do at the moment… I… I would ask for a few minutes, if you can direct me to a room for when the time comes.”

“Of course. There are a few rooms where we can cuddle for a while.” Alex was grateful at her mother’s offer, at least until she saw that she had something else to add. “Because you will have a little something else to ponder while you think about this…”

***

“You’d have to have sex with many ponies.”

Well, it hadn’t been an exact replica of what Alex was told. All things considered it was close enough.

Alex had never thought that sex would put her off this much, which was not much at all, but hey. She didn’t live for the stuff, but it was much like food or water: You needed some of it each day. For Alex the need of sex had been a constant in her life, both as a man and now that she had changed. If she went to Equis she knew that she would end up screwing anything that wasn’t human, but the point made wasn’t that she was going to screw a pony, a gryffon or other such things.

The point was that she would not have a choice.

Not only that, but she would need to do a lot of kinky shit. Foalcon (As in what humans would consider underage) was common back in the day, and some places still did it, but a lot of cities and villages had ended up banning it over time. Adultery/Swinging for a good bit of flair, something done between friends and family way back when. Incest, impregnation, play rape, BDSM… the list just went on. Alex decided to draw the utmost fucking line when Lusting brought watersports, scat, vore and other such things. True that there were ways to do almost anything without it being lethal, after all they had magic, but Alex knew when too much was too much for her.

And this all why? Because the plan counted with no less than three of her brothers and sisters going to Equis. Because humans were, in essence, resistant to magic, which would be part of how to screw with chaos and its dominance over the stuff. How? Some magic technobabble about new chaos magic being generated by her and her relatives to counter regular chaos magic or some shit. Basically part of the reason why the spell to bring Lusting here, and the book, as well as Alex’s changes, were made as they had been.

Bottomline: One single human would need effort because it would be like having a ship with a skeleton crew.

If the four of them had been here, and all of them had decided to go, then the problem would’ve been, possibly, solved right away. A huge influx of their own brand chaos magic in a short amount of time would have made a huge difference. Three of them? Three of them would make, if the estimation was correct, a good dent in the problem, or they would solve it, in a couple of months. This was going to be the case even if they did nothing at all.

Problems in what Luna and Celestia had theorized came by when the number two showed up. Only two would require to do a few gymnastics to even hope to compare with three of them going to Equestria. It was doable, yes, but it required a more active role from the ones involved. But one? A single one? Alex had her work cut out for her if she wanted it to work at all.

Lusting admitted that there were… chances, mere chances, no security blanket at all, that they could fix this by themselves. Maybe throwing enough magic at the problem would solve it if they poured all the effort and combined potential of the species capable of wielding magic, minus the alicorns thanks to Celestia’s involvement. Then again it could make the problem worse, or maybe they would need more desperate measures and would fuck up Equis. Lusting didn't want to force her own kid to do anything she didn’t want to do, but Alex was pretty sure that saying no would mean Equis would go under so fast and so hard that Earth would look like a paradise. True, true, it would take years, hundreds or thousands of years even, but what kind of difference does that make in the end?

Alex had been chuckling for a few minutes after she asked that question. It seemed like a fucking porno movie story, maybe one of those hentais that some of his coworkers had commented about. Tentacles and all were also a possibility here. Scratch that: Tentacles were ONLY part of what would make this like a freaking hentai.

They were also in her, possibly, immediate future in fact. Who knew after all? Lusting could sprout a few when they were doing the nasty and Alex wouldn’t be surprised.

However, be it male or be it female, or anything in between, Alex had always been, well, a pervert. When you suffer from nymphomania it is very damn hard to stay ‘normal’, and that term is used loosely by the way. So how hard was it to fantasize about certain things? Not hard at all, in fact you were more likely than not. Fantasy was leagues away from reality though, that was the problem. Now that reality came knocking, asking for Alex to experiments with those things she had once wondered about, she was scared shitless.

But that wasn’t the problem wasn’t it? Given time, given options, Alex would’ve at least done some of them if she had been able to chose and if she had willing partners. This? This felt like being in the labyrinth with the minotaur right up your ass and three corridors to escape to. A got you fucked in the ass. B got you fucked in the cunt. C got you fucked in the mouth. Pick your poison. And yes, that was exactly what Alex had thought about the choices presented to her.

Break the contract, refuse sex, lose her mother and also risk extreme pain for probably no gain?

Fulfill the contract, lose her mother, stay the same and just hope for everything to go okay with time or move out?

Fulfill it, enjoy it, go above and beyond in fact, and then go with Lusting to a life of debauchery to help a world in quite the absurd way?

Alex had never been one to think much about what to do. This was because she was usually drawn to the practical choices: Useful, durable, beneficial. That was not by choice mind you, that was because she had grown that way out of need. Alex couldn’t call herself poor, but the place she grew up with was not the place her mother had hoped, so excess and pampering were no options you could chose from. It made her think first of her own needs, then of her friends, then maybe she’d help others.

Short version: Things had to be useful. Alex wasn’t an angel. Shit like this gave her a headache once the surprise wore out.

Breaking the contract would just screw with her, and she wasn’t willing to just let go of her mother like that. Yes, it was selfish, but it was also the only comfort and happiness she had for a whole month. Not only that, but Lusting WAS her mom, and she had grown without a real family her whole damn life. Having Lusting lying her head atop of Alex’s chest while they rested had been so relaxing that Alex had almost forgotten about everything that had gone wrong with this day and the past month as a whole. It wasn’t a cure it all of course, nothing was going to make her not salty about this crap, but at least Alex had her mother close by. Important note that she had filled for later: Lusting was soft as fuck.

Back on track. Yes, this was fucked up, and yes, Alex was very much aware that she was going to screw her own mother in a few minutes. Humans were taught to NEVER do certain things, that many things are inherently WRONG, and Alex had that ingrained in her mind. The fact that this horse, this pony, a demon to boot, was her mother, didn’t do anything to help her either.

Lusting had grown in a different society a very long time ago. She had seen society change in a way she thought was wrong, and as such she had remained unchanged, in a sense. A deciding factor was, well, what she was. Lusting could eat, yes, but she also needed sex as much as she needed food and water. This was something that Alex had some experience with, but not as much as you’d think as it had been something that just made her feel ‘bad’ when she didn’t have her fix back in the day. It is hard to explain if you never felt it. That it felt as if she NEEDED it didn’t mean she actually DID, it just made her feel horrible if she didn’t have a rut here and there to calm that itch of hers. Now that she knew where it came from she had to wonder how bad it could get if she didn’t have sex regularly after a certain point.

But was it enough to garner a change of world as well as lifestyle? To leave everything behind? Yes, everything sucked right now, and if what her mother said was true, and Alex had little reason to doubt her at this point, she would probably need to move away if she planned on staying here, on Earth. She didn’t hate that option, but it sure as hell was inconvenient.

It would mean that she would never see her mother again though. Despite all her angry thoughts the idea of not seeing the mother that Alex had been yearning for was much stronger. Yes, most persons would fuck off and leave this behind, but Alex was not most people.

She was pissed and she had made it clear. She thought this was stupid and Alex had told Lusting just that. But she was also convinced that her mother was telling the truth, that she needed help and that this was the weirdest experience possible in the whole freaking world. With how everything was going back here, and how little she wanted to risk her chances just moving away, the easiest and most comfortable choice was to buckle up and take option three.

But not everything was part of her practical mind.

Part of it was curiosity.

And lust.

That sickening feeling she had running through her body since the change had been one she had never felt before when she hadn’t had a partner in bed. The desire, the utter need for someone, the veritable hunger. It all had been gone while she was with her mother. Alex wanted to chalk it to her curiosity, the anger that had developed, or maybe the warm and fuzzy feeling of having her mother close and in a cuddle. A part of her brain, the logical one, said it was because Lusting was sharing her magic with Alex, much like she had done when she had thrown that smoke at her face, but it could very well be any of those.

That got her thinking about how would it feel.

Would she have the same cravings if she did it with something other than a human? Would she miss her own species? Would she change to be more like her mother?

Would she really chose not to go if she had the whole year her mother had wanted to give her?

The more she thought about it the less that she found she either felt disgust, then dislike or doubt. When this month started she was in a rage, and nearly fell into depression, but now she felt much better and was able to make a choice about it all. Her mind slowly jumped from her anger at the situation, the stupidity of it all, to the fact that she could not live with herself if she didn’t help. She was no saint, she didn’t have the desire to help just because she had a good soul, it was partly because what she felt was growing within her.

Perversion.

Pure, unadulterated, perversion. Things that had been only fantasy and thoughts were now within reach, and Alex had to wonder just how bad it would be to be literally forced to act on those desires if she lost it in this world, the one she had been born in. But where did all this come from? A few fantasies here and there, a few roleplays, something to spice a night, was not supposed to make her think that this was a good idea. Something that she had only entertained should not be part of her decision to either go or stay.

“Mom, I have a question.”

Lusting fidgeted a bit in place. Alex frowned a bit at this, and the reason behind choosing this room, as she thought of what she was going to ask.

This room had once been used for the servants, of which none were left by the time the mare came here. Alex’s father, for a rich guy, was a neat freak. He had managed to clean the house regularly by himself, which was why he was in decent shape while being a bit of an hermit. It was a way for him to think about something else than his loneliness, or so Lusting told Alex.

Bigger than her own room back at her house, yet sparsely decorated, Lusting had said that this was the first room Alex’s father wanted to fill with a new maid when their family was ready. He had been gaining new life through his stay with Lusting, he had enjoyed himself after a life of solitude, so this room had been one that signaled the change that Lusting had been wishing for. It was one of the things that had made the mare happy, even if she knew it would be hard to find someone that wouldn’t tattle this weird family away.

Another testament to a failed hope, but Lusting had wanted to give this room a second chance. It had a large enough bed for two, a decent light for them to see and it was almost as clean as the rest of the house. At first Alex had found it funny that her mother said ‘It is only fitting that we break it in as a bit of payback’. The mood soured a bit when she thought about how Lusting wanted to ‘wreck’ the place.

However, despite her lewd comment and attempt to lift her mood, Lusting had been pretty much silent after that. She had waited for Alex to lie down on the bed before she sprawled to her side, resting her head atop her belly. Alex reciprocated by caressing her mother, petting her or playing with her ears. She had thought that Lusting would find it demeaning, or maybe that she would snort at the treatment, but the mare had just cooed and enjoyed the feeling, doing her best to let Alex decide at her own pace.

That had scared Alex.

The more they talked after the summoning, the more time they spent here, the more Lusting had apparently changed. With all those memories, feelings and tidbits being shared, with all that knowledge she had, Alex knew that her mother was acting weird. This place, and her comment, had been almost forcefully chosen. It gave the same feeling as her desire, that growing lust within her, as it expanded.

“The more I think about it the more conflicted I am.” Alex just had to say it. There were so many mixed signals in here. “On one side I am angry about these changes. On another I am happy that I finally know about my family, to know that I wasn’t abandoned. I may have accepted my lot back when, but I always wondered about it.” She let out a little sigh as she pulled Lusting’s stiffened body closer to her. The mare had freezed up as soon as Alex had spoken up. “But now I have these thoughts running through my mind, you know? The wonder of what I could do, all the perversions I may or may have not had fantasies about… Is this… is this your doing?”

By this point Alex had managed to coax her mother on her chest. Lusting was barely hiding her face behind Alex’s breasts while huddling her body against Alex’s stomach and chest to appear as small as possible without acquiring a fetal position. It was clear that she was dreading any kind of negative answer from her daughter regarding her choice. This fearful mare was not supposed to be how Lusting portrayed herself.

“Part of it is my fault, mostly through genetics though.” Lusting and Alex both chuckled at that. Alex’s father was a horn dog, her mother was a succubus, was there any doubt about whose fault it was? “But that also includes your inheritance. Since you are the only one that got hit by the spell…”

Lusting let the words linger, hoping that Alex would need little to come to a conclusion.

“I suppose that means that so much of that magic just decided that a certain side of me had to wake up?” Alex didn’t disappoint, and her assumptions were spot on. “So that means I am a succubus now or something?” Lusting looked up, just enough to give a small nod. “Will I… change anymore?”

Lusting shook her head quickly. “If you stay? No. If you break the contract you may change back, as we said, but magic will stop hitting you.”

“And if I go with you?” Alex asked, chewing on her lower lip as nervousness set in.

“You could change, yes.” Lusting got into a more comfortable position as she placed her muzzle between Alex’s breasts. “You could turn into a pony, into a human like pony, anthro I think they were called, or a more ‘traditional’ succubus from the stories this world has. It depends, and us succubi are capable when it comes to transformations, so, as far as you have regular sex, you could probably stay in your human form without much fuss.” She thought for a second, lifting a hoof after she thought of it all. “That is, of course, if you DO change. And if the worst happens and you change, yet you can’t change back, there are always potions to help you out.”

“But you aren’t changing me, right? You aren’t influencing me, using that… whatever that mind link was, to change how I think, are you?” Somehow Alex felt dirty asking, and Lusting’s face fell as soon as she said those words. “I don’t want to accuse you of anything, but this is such a weird feeling that I don’t know what to make of it. Not only that, I am having such weird thoughts that I would’ve never considered seriously that I am a bit scared.”

“Is it within my abilities? Yes. Would I have done it? Never.” Lusting shook her head even harder than before. “But what I did was meant for those very close to alicorn blood, with at least decent power and magic reserves. You saw my life, my mind, my feelings, desires and more, that is true. It should not affect you, much less if we consider that you are resistant to magic. Even if you came to Equis, even if you started creating your own version of chaos magic to fight the one already in place, no creature back home should be able to affect you fully. That is, of course, unless you want them to, that is one way to drop magic resistance.”

So that was it then? Her mother had nothing to do with this sudden desire of hers? With all the fantasies and the lust that came to her mind?

Then why was this still feeling wrong?

“It is part of being a succubus, my child. Corruption follows us, in a lewd sense if nothing else.” There was something wrong with how Lusting could say that and smile sweetly at Alex at the same time. “We are the essence of lust, fertility, reproduction and perversion. We are made to fantasize. True, we all have limits, much like any other person, but succubi are MADE to spread lust, and that is one way to induce desire in others. What you feel is what any succubi reaching adulthood all share: The need to share the lust, the need to feed on it, and the need for their corruption to be enjoyed.”

Alex frowned for a second. A sudden thought popped in her mind and she found fear etching to it like the plague. “That doesn’t mean that we’d try to make the world just a sex place, right? I mean, I have enjoyed role playing with girls that liked to act as bimbos, sluts and the like, but imagine a world with only that.” Alex shuddered. “As much as I am a horny bastard I wouldn’t want a place just hellbent on sex. Everything would end up fucking dying.”

“Of course not!” Lusting snorts as if she just heard the stupidest thing ever said. “Do you know how long would ANY world last if it was overcome by lust? As much as magic may help succubi generate sexual fluids, and it is a lot, it cannot feed all living creatures, nor can it sustain even the most magical creature if ONLY magic is present in a world. Sooner or later we would have a dead realm in our hooves, which means a dead succubi population.” She shook her head as if trying to wash the idea from her mind. “I have had that question asked so many times by so many ponies, humans, and other creatures, that it has lost its appeal.”

Despite her saying that it wasn’t funny anymore Alex could see that her mother had a small smile on her lips. That smile wavered when she saw that Alex wasn’t laughing.

Alex did have doubts, she was still afraid, and she wasn’t sure what to think of that corruption factor. What she knew was that Lusting was forcing the smile, that her own mother’s doubts were eating her from the inside. She would keep prodding, just to see if her suspicions were correct, and to make sure that all her questions were answered.

“I am just scared.” Alex siad sincerely. “I am loving the idea of doing some things that I should abhor, and this is the last change of the many I had to this point. At the same time I don’t want to mind it because I do not want to lose my mother now that I have her.”

“You mean that?”

The surprise on Lusting’s voice wasn’t lost to Alex. It was unexpected.

It had been made more than obvious that Alex wasn’t happy with all of this. She wasn’t the best person to roll along with the punches when forced to do so, she was one to look for number one, she was not a freaking hero, but she wanted to think that she could love her mother and do good to her no matter what. Yes, it was in her best interest, and yes, her base desires nudged her forward, but that wasn’t all there was to it.

Lusting knew about her, her life and many other things. Alex was sure that what they had shared wasn’t a one way street, Lusting had done her best to not touch certain subjects so as to not piss her off, and she had been very moderate after they shared her memories. Then why would she be surprised that Alex would WANT to stay with her?

“I’ll be sincere.” Somehow she was surprised, and Alex would be lying if she said it didn’t hurt when she looked at her mother. “I am not a bad person, but I am not a good one either. I have always wanted to know what it was to have a family, but also a more or less comfortable life.” Alex admitted with a wry grin. “I am a hard worker because I am good at it. I am horny most of the time, it was hard to study with a boner at all times and I ended up porking most the female teachers and stud buddies I had close by. My dexterity lies within my hands.” Alex lifted one away from her mother for a moment. “I am good with detailed work and other such things, but I am no artisan. I would take a very, very long time, as well as luck, to go back to my comfort zone if I have to move away. This, of course, if I am lucky”

Alexander allowed a pause as she, he, looked within. She wasn’t a he anymore, and she had found herself thinking of, well, she as a she, instead of she as a he, or even he as a she, more and more. The desire hadn’t hurt her since Lusting was here, but Alex was sure that it would come back with a vengeance by the time Lusting left. It all would go back to how bad it had been since the change if Lusting left without her. She was afraid of what could happen if she stayed here. And now she was afraid of more than just that.

“I am afraid of what could happen. I am afraid of these desires, and I know I couldn’t live with myself if I allowed you to go back only to see how your own world is screwed over.” It was a serious statement, a very serious statement, but Alex had to smile at the thought of the next thing she was going to say. “I still think this looks like a bad freaking porno, a screwed up one. I am sure it sounds stupid, all of this does, but I am in.”

And pop goes the weasel.

Admitting that Alex was going to go with her should’ve made Lusting smile. Hell, Alex was expecting her to go all lustful on her ass, much like Lusting’s name and personally hinted at, and ride her right there and then. Instead of that, instead of being happy, Lusting looked downright worried, maybe even appalled.

“Alex, you don’t have to be afraid; you need to know what you want and you need to make sure you don’t forget who you are.” Her mother moved towards her face to plant a kiss against Alex’s forehead. It was a very motherly thing to do, but it somehow felt just plain weird. “I know this all probably feels like it is fucked up. I know because I love saying curse words and being a naughty mare when most back home would look at me as if I was the most innocent creature in the planet.” Lusting gave a wide grin at the thought. She quickly lost it however. “Not true, but I try.” Alex wished to take it as a joke, to smile, to chuckle, but it didn’t come. “So I know that things humans find weird, disheartening or just base and crude, can very well make anyone feel more than simply put off. I just want to know if you are truly willing or if you just fear the what ifs. Magic is picky like that: If you aren’t truly okay, it will not work, no matter how much you feed into it.”

Alex found a hoof nearly in her mouth when she prepared to talk. “I am serious, Alex. Why do you think that rumors spread about succubi taking away people’s souls? There were misunderstandings, yes, but the legends came for a reason. Some people dealt with us, they got power, magic, money… They changed completely, Alex.” Lusting frowned at the thought, probably at some memory. “This happened both in here and in Eqis. These people were so different from what and who they once had been that many considered them to have lost their very soul. In some cases the dealt went so awry thanks to their insecurities that they got things they hated out of it, turning them practically mad.” Calm as she looked, Lusting was nervous, worried even, as her eyes bore into Alex’s own. “If you wish to come then do so because you think it is the right thing to do. I can live with the pain of a broken contract and so can you. Even if you aren’t happy with moving away you may prefer to stay here, with other humans, even if you are different. You KNOW this place, your life is HERE. Do weight your options Alex, don’t make me condemn one of my children.”

The concern was nice, the feeling of a loving mother was great. That weird and sickening feeling of something tampering with Lusting was not. “Seems to me that you are willing to refuse sex.”

“Seems to me that you are dense.” Lusting deadpanned. “I have missed most of your life. I have been unable to enjoy most of my children. This all was because luck seems to hate me, because my own blood does not stand me for how or what I am, or simply because my job as a summon was to offer a son or daughter to my master. I hardly had a chance to be a mother, as messed up as I may be, Alex. I have that chance with you right now, and I want you safe.”

Alex groaned as she looked at the ceiling. “I thought being a succubi was all about sex with no complications.” The statement was a joke as much as bait. Luckily Lusting fell for the second if nothing else.

“I may have been forced just go with the flow for most my life, Alex, but I have no more second tries. This is my last chance, this is my mothers’ last chance. I want to make it count.” Lusting gave her child a gentle nuzzle. “I may be screwed up by modern standards, by human standards, by YOUR standards. I know I am. But I also have a say in this, you know I do. And that say has only one reason to exist: For you to be happy.”

“That is why I want to do this.” Alex took her mother’s chin with one hand as the surprised mare stared at her.

Then she gave her mother a kiss.

“I may do it for convenience, that is true, but almost everyone does.” Alex couldn’t help but enjoy the look of surprise on Lusting’s face. “I am scared, that is true. I don’t want changes, that is also true. Part of me may be against not seeing another human being, about losing my life here, but that is far from the worst that could happen to me.” Alex admitted, looking Lusting in the eyes as the mare slowly recovered. “But as fucked up as it may be, as messed up as it may sound, I wish to meet my family. I wish to see new places, new species and do something else, something more than simply make things pretty. Yes, I’ll have to ‘change’ things by being a pervert and all that, but that isn’t as different as what I have been doing here to sate my needs, right? Now that I am like this I will not go back to what I once was.”

Alex took her hands down to grab at Lusting’s rear, eliciting an ‘eep’ from her mother as she forced her forward to the point where Alex’s nose was touching her mother’s, lips nearly there once more. “I want to wake up knowing I have someone there waiting for me. I want them to be there for me. I don’t want to wake up with people at my side just because of my sex, but because they want something more than a friend with benefits.” She allowed her nose to nuzzle Lusting’s own, making the mare blush slightly at the touch. “I may not be happy with all this, not yet. Few people would just up and be okay with such change to be hones. But despite where I come from I do know what I am: I am human, and we are nothing if not adaptable.”

Lusting scrunches her muzzle in a way that Alex could only describe as ‘Criminally cute’ before she talked. “I just don’t want another disappointment, another failure… It is true that tales of succubi just focus on sex, Alex, but I am tired of failing and messing up. I don’t want the same thing that happened to me to happen to you”

“Then don’t allow it to happen anymore.” Alex left her mother’s ass to hug her barrel and gently squeeze her against her body. “Let’s just try to make things right, not just FORCE them to be right.”

Her mother finally nodded. “I know, I know, and it is not the best situation to be having this conversation.”

Lusting chuckled despite it all, allowing some mirth in her laugh and a bit of a teasy wink as her tail waved from side to side. This was more like Alex expected. This was Lusting: she was horny, she was coy, she was playful. She was reeking of lust that she had been holding, she had a mischievous smirk that was what Alex felt as the norm.

Alex’s mother was beautiful, playful and friendly. She was NOT the mare that had been talking to Alex since she found out the plan had gone awry.

“Here we are: My own daughter about to screw her mother, a mother that is about to take her to another world by the power of SEX!” She couldn’t help but laugh, and this time Alex shared in the sentiment. “You will meet different people, you will find your family, you will make friends… and you will fuck them.” Lusting growled huskily as she looked at her daughter with bedroom eyes as she did so. “I know I am screwed up like that, yet I worry. I can’t help it after the plan just got off this badly. I wish you had more time to understand what was happening, that you could have had time to chose, that your brothers and sisters were here… This could have gone so much better. Instead of the perfect plan, instead of the execution I expected, we don’t even have a whole day to make sure things go right.”

“It is what it is, there is no use in complaining.” Alex nuzzled back against her mother, eyeing her neck with a bit of a grin. It gave away to concern though. “For a second I thought I had lost my mother before we could even know everything about each other.”

Lusting went rigid as she felt Alex’s hands roaming “Why?”

“Because I saw you through the ages, mom, and you weren’t like the mare that had been talking to me. That mare invaded your personality more and more as the hours went by.” Lusting went silent. Alex took it as her cue to keep talking. “I wonder if that happened because you were weak. You came, you showed me all you could, you used all your magic, then you started to shy away.”

“Maybe…” Lusting shivered as Alex’s hand roamed away. “Worry makes people lower their guard. Maybe I was about to fall prey to the same thing most people have back home.”

Alex gave a curt nod. “That is why I want to see if you are back.”

“How a-AH!”

Alex had groped her mother’s ass with both hands before she could ask.

“By using part of the information you gave me, mom.”

Alex reached out. She slowly went for what she knew would be her mother’s sensitive spot.

Lusting moaned as she waited, Alex’s fingers digging on her flanks. As Alex’s breath reached out the mare could only neigh a bit as her tail moved from side to side. Then...

Both turned red when an untimely orgasm made Alex regret not going nude before doing this.

A few minutes after the fact had Alex on the nude, sitting besides a very fidgety Lusting.

“I can’t believe you did that.” The mare snorted a laugh. “I have had awkward beginnings, but I really thought we wouldn’t do anything at all with how things were going. It is not exactly easy to catch me by surprise.”

“If we waited any more we would end up with cold feet… err… hooves.”

“Worse.” Lusting admitted with anger in her voice. “I would have been the first freaking nun succubus, and not for kiny roleplay.” That made Alex laugh, making Lusting snicker in turn. “It was… Since we shared our memories, even before that. It was as if my doubts, regrets and sorrows ate at my mind. I could not look back at what I did, I could not think of having you in me. It all felt so wrong…” The mare looked both embarrassed and afraid for a second. “I am thankful for you noticing, and this proves that you would do much good, and naughty, if you came with me.” Alex was about to make a comment, only for the smirking mare to point a hoof at her. “But don’t think this saves your ass. You made me cum faster than an untrained stallion during my moment of weakness. I am not willing to walk away and forget that, missy.”

To which she answered by poking her tongue out. “You made me change sex, so go fuck yourself.”

Bad choice of words.

Lusting caught said tongue with her magic, and in less time than Alex had to blink the mare was kissing her. For a moment it felt weird as Lusting’s magic made sure that Alex was kissing back as the mare wrestled her tongue within Alex’s mouth. Hadn’t Alex been the one to at least give a quick kiss to Lusting this would be something else, but instead it just fell… well… good.

Okay, maybe way too good. A ‘little’ something made itself known as Alex squeezed her mother against her chest.

Lusting broke the kiss, and Alex found herself wanting it once more now that it was gone. That lust within her just flared once more, not like either of them needed proof of it. Alex knew now that yes, she’d wish for more time, she’d wish for a warning and a chance to get used to this, but she did want this all the same. Her desire demanded satisfaction after a month without this, her mind and body itched for sweet release and her mother was yelling at her to do it without even speaking.

“I think you have it mixed up, dear.” Lusting grinned as she gave Alex a kiss on the nose. “There is fucking to be done, but it will be YOU fucking ME until you can’t move.”

Lusting smirked as she sat her haunches on Alex’s lap. It wasn’t exactly easy, what with her member having grown to almost full hardness by now, but the mare did so with expertise. It did help that Alex’s breast seemed to be perfect for Lusting to hold onto. How she did it? Alex didn’t know, and she was still way too embarrassed about her female side to say anything about that part of this situation. What she did do something about was stop Lusting when she almost went directly for her member.

“Stop right there, criminal scum.” Alex couldn’t believe she said that. Lusting was much on the same boat. Both of them could do little but try and not chuckle before Alex managed to regain enough composure to talk again. “What do you think you are doing?”

“Sexy times?” How the fuck could the mare make it look and sound so cutesy?

“Okay captain obvious.” Lusting scrunched her muzzle as Alex booped her nose. “I mean it. What are you doing? You want sex, not just mindless rutting.”

This made her mother tilt her head. “What do you mean?”

“Did dad just fuck you and be done with it?” The question was blunt and to the point. Lusting shook her head after the little surprise wore off. “I bet he didn’t. You may be a succubus, mom, but I am pretty sure you want to have more fun than just that.”

The mare formed a quick smirk as her eyes shone with mischief. “You think you are up for that?” Lusting got on her hooves and pushed, showing Alex that the mare had quite a lot of strength in that petite body of hers. “I can go for as long as you can imagine, my dear. You won’t outlast me no matter what.”

“And would just sex give you all the energy you need?” Alex asked with a coy smile.

“No, probably not… Unless you knock me up.”

Alex blinked. Lusting grinned. Neither of them moved, much, other than for Lusting’s tail rubbing against Alex’s member. For simple hair it had quite the interesting effect, and feeling, as it caressed Alex’s aching shaft.

“You… you are serious?” Alex asked, gulping down. “I… I don’t know if I am ready to do THAT.”

Lusting chuckled before she gave Alex another kiss on the lips. “Dear, I got tired of having children that I would not see or that would leave me.” She smirked as she pushed Alex until she was lying on the bed. “But I have a chance for more of my little ones to be born AND to stay with me. That you are my daughter only makes it even more delightful… More so if I manage to get you to knock up your own sisters.”

“...” Alex was speechless for a second. If she thought she was bad, and that she had many ‘interesting’ fantasies, Lusting was worse. “You want to make as bad as you, or worse?”

“Worse, if possible.” Lusting said with a wide grin, slowly crawling atop of Alex. “I want to see you enjoy your body, your mind, that of others, and come back to me happy and full of lust.” Those hooves felt so weird as they massaged Alex’s breasts. Not that she had much time to experiment as Lusting moved forward even more. “I’d love to see you filling so many ponies, only to come home and see me, gravid, waiting for you to fill me up again.”

At this point Alex managed to see her mother’s privates. It was… well… a cartoony horse pussy. There was little else to be said about it, really. She could see it winking at her, she could see the large clit and she could see her rear as Lusting presented herself little more than a couple inches away from her face.

For some reason it was way hotter than she had thought it would be.

“And you think this is necessary because…?” Okay, so she was stalling a bit. Bite her. Confidence isn’t unlimited.

Lusting just smiled and waved a hoof in the air. A large tome, much like Alex’s own book, only ginormous in comparison, plopped right on top of her awaiting hoof as if prompted by, what else, magic. Lusting smirked, opened the book with a flick of her horn, and read aloud.

“Twilight Velvet.” She read aloud. “Fantasies: Desires her daughter, Gleaming Armor, to breed her while her husband, Night Light, sleeps at her side. All the while having Gleaming Armor’s wife, Princess Cadance, is within the house. She is also not avert to have her wife watch while someone else fills her up, or to have Night Light breed in front of her while she is helpless.”

Lusting flicked that page away. “The affectionately known as ‘Button’s Mom’, or even ‘Milf Way’, is Miss Mash. She always had a fantasy of spying somepony stuffing her lovely girly colt, Button Mash, before breeding her like a common whorse.” Another flick. “The element of Generosity and Honesty are two kinky mares: Miss Rarity loves to give, but has a fantasy of being granted anything, from bits to gifts, or anything else, in exchange of being rutted, covered in semen and more. Applejack, the element of honesty, is a sturdy, strong and independent mare, but loves the idea of being raped while unable to move, utter a sound or simply look at her assailant.” Alex gulped as Lusting went to the next page, but instead of reading she just unsummoned the book as she granted Alex a bit of a pitying look. “I think I should stop before you pop a blood vessel.”

“Huh?” It was then that Alex noticed then that something wet was running down her nose. She couldn’t help but ask. “What the hell?” As she touched her nose, only to see it was indeed blood. “You can’t be serious.” She deadpanned.

“You are at least part succubus, my dear, and you just ‘matured’. Too much need and not enough lust within you, or the energy that comes from it, CAN and WILL hurt you.” Lusting stopped her assault on Alex’s senses, if only for a minute, before she gave her a weird smile. It was a mix between concern, motherly love and epic lust. “So let's feed, shall we?” She purred as she forced her lower self closer to Alex’s mouth.

Alex had accused her mother of getting cold feet, or hooves, only for her to feel that same way now. That bravado and confidence that had been building alongside her own lust went down the drain the moment that vagina was millimeters away from her face, winking at her while her mother gave her a toothy grin.

Then it came back with a vengeance the moment her mother finally pushed her pussy right against her nose.

It was as if revelation struck, you know? Alex had tasted quite a lot of pussy in her life, but while she had liked it, she would be hard pressed to say that it tasted good. This? This was eating grape. Her mother, Lusting Heart, tasted like fucking grapes, with a hint of something else in the background.

The smell itself was very much like grapes too. Intoxicating all on itself, if Alex was to tell the truth. It was like wine, a waterfall worth of the stuff, as she finally licked her mother’s slit, still wet from the previous orgasm. The taste was a bit pungent, but not bad, and the smell permeated everything in existence now that Lusting was this close. It was then that Alex found the scent she had caught coming from her mother whenever she had her close by.

Now, Alex was not exactly a heavy drinker, but he, as it had been back in the day, had developed a taste for the stuff. As a she, with her body utterly changed, she hadn’t been in the mood for a drink. Now that she tasted her mother though? She was itching to see if a good old wine bottle tasted as strong and as nice as her mother as Alex lapped away at that pussy.

From reticence at the last moment to eagerness and abandon, the change was as quickly as going to sleep as a guy and waking up as what Alex was now. Much like that time Alex noticed the change, but this instance had a very important variable: She liked it.

All that pain and sickness she had felt since this started and since she went in dry? It was gone since Lusting came, yes, but now it was replaced by the same feeling she had when her mother told her to inhale the smoke. The only difference is that this time it persisted, at least as far as she was licking her mother’s awaiting entrance.

That sentiment was obviously shared by Lusting, and how! The mare was literally squirming in place, moaning and trying her best to get Alex to do things a certain way. In truth all she managed to do was complain about going one year practically dry, being horny and about it all being unfair with how nearly no one ate her out.

At least this was allowing Alex to find out how different her mother was when compared to a human. The answer? Not a whole lot.

Yes, the vagina looked and felt different, it tasted a helluva lot different too, but it worked with the same principles, more or less. Alex mainly went for the large pleasure button that her mother was all but shoving against her face, either licking, kissing, sucking or gently biting at it, earning a groan, moan or even a yelp here and there from Lusting whenever she did it. Any time she wasn’t able to get to it, mostly because her mother moved away in her pleasure induced haze, she licked at the lips, nibbled at the corners or did her best to massage the area around those petals with both hands.

It was funny and hot at the same time to see how Lusting was trying to shove herself against Alex, only for her needy body to squirm away or to the side. Half the time Alex had to grab her ass to ensure she didn’t fall to the side. In the end Alex did the logical thing and forced her to stay still. How? Well, her mother LOVED to have her tail pulled from what she had seen, so she grabbed it…

And pulled HARD.

A splatter of grape tasting fluids and a massive moan that lasted for ten consecutive seconds were the rewards Alex reaped. That, and a very still, if shivering, mare.

Alex grinned at the results, and she wondered just how much her mother was hating and loving the fact that Alex knew this just because she had shared her memories. That was a question for later though, as Alex still had more experimentation to do as she took her hands to the mare’s vulva.

Pushing in with her tongue had been impossible with how much Lusting was moving. Taking two fingers and shoving them inside her mother’s snatch, now that she was shivering in place as the orgasm ran its course, was quite easy.

Silky smooth. That is what Alex thought when she felt the insides of her mother. It was as if a very soft cave was sucking her in perfectly, massaging her fingers in a way that was strangely erotic as Lusting tensed, moaned once more and finally let out a loud ‘AH!’ as she felt her daughter’s newest deviation down there. Alex was somewhat surprised to find no special sweet spot down there, mostly because ANYWHERE she touched made her mother bit her lip to not scream. It was as if her whole body down there was the G-spot that so many try to find and just never encounter.

Alex let out a surprised yelp as her mother’s hooves finally found their mark. She placed both of them against Alex’s head, then shoved her daughter right against her pussy without a second thought. It was a bit cramped between her size and that hand playing with her insides, but Alex had more than enough space to kiss that love button that was tempting her every passing second.

Everything devolved into grunts, moans, squishing sounds, squelching and just pleasure. For Alex it was the feeling of her tongue slowly turning into pure fire, pleasure similar to what one would feel in other areas such as nipples or genitals. For Lusting it was returning back to basics: Mind blowing pleasure and the orgasmic feeling that invaded her body without the need of a true orgasm. Sometimes being the first of something had its perks.

Despite her mini orgasm and Alex not exactly knowing what to truly do to a mare like her, no matter how much she had learned from Lusting’s memories, the mare was reaching her real peak for the first time. A pressure was building deep within her as Alex licked and sucked her clit, that hand of hers going deep within her pussy as it rubbed, touched and teased every single inch of flesh it encountered. All the while her other hand tried to gently tear her tail apart, pulling, rubbing and touching near its base as if it was a toy. Alex had been a month without any fun, but Lusting had gone a whole damn year and she was about to explode.

“Aaah!”

Alex was literally able to feel how close her mother was, so what else was there to do but to make it the best orgasm she could?

She had never fisted anyone, but her mother proved surprisingly elastic as she pushed her whole hand inside her pussy. It went so deep she was sure that Lusting could feel her fingers as she rubbed against her womb, a large bulge right there on her belly. Alex wouldn’t be so inconsiderate as to leave that clit of hers unattended though, so much like a strawberry she bit, she sucked, she teased, pleased and did as much as she could with it. The moment she mixed all that with pulling her tail as hard as she could was the one her mother chose to cum.

It was a veritable freaking mess.

Not only did the mare scream even louder than before, the waterfall of fluids was even more prominent than before. Lusting was literally raining an orgasm all over Alex’s face, and neither participant seemed ready to stop. Alex did the complete opposite by suckling on her mother’s mound even harder, whole hand teasing her insides as the other pulled Lusting’s tail. Her mother was a bit less able, mostly because her legs literally lost all strength as her whole body trembled, only for her to whimper as she fell to the side the moment her orgasm began to subside, leaving Alex with a wet upper body and bereft of a mare.

“Tasty.” Alex said while licking her lips. It surprised her to hear her own voice sound so… so like her mother’s. Not only that, but she had so much energy that she couldn’t help but turn around to look at Lusting’s twitching body. Specifically: Her rear. “And I want more.”

Lusting was in heaven as far as she knew and as far as she cared. A whole year with nary a scratch for her itch had been murder, but she had fared worse than that. It was all more than worth it now that she had her daughter with her and much more so after what she had done! She was sure that Alex knew it, but she did not know, nor had she heard, the lust she held within.

“Ooooh sweeeeEEEEE-!”

Alex grinned as she held her mother’s rear lips between her teeth, one finger slowly working its way within that purple butt. She was no stranger to rimming, in fact she had never been against receiving some during her sessions. Alex was no neat freak but personal hygiene was VERY important, more so for sex. She had made sure to check, but it was clear that her mother had been, at least until they began playing, the cleanest thing she had ever bedded.

That translated into a good butt fun time for her.

Lusting’s rear was rougher than the other entrance, which shouldn’t have been as surprising to Alex as it was, yet it happened. She had expected her mother to be soft everywhere, but it didn’t displease Alex to feel as if Lusting tasted slightly stronger here, yet not in an unpleasant way. It was an even better find when Alex found out that, near the entrance, Lusting had a sweet spot that made her tail and hair stay on edge whenever she rubbed it.

“Oh my goodness! More Alex! Give mommy more!”

Not one to disappoint, Alex did exactly what her mother wanted. She pushed her rear open with both hands, using a single finger each to finally open that delectable rear of hers, only to put her tongue in. The taste of grapes strengthened, her mother shuddered in delight, and Alex’s hands left the hole free to go down in their desire to violate their maker’s pussy once more.

It came as a surprise when Lusting moved, pushing herself back as Alex’s hands roamed near her pussy lips. One went straight inside once more, touching the heated and still convulsing flesh with two fingers, finding out that Lusting had a sweet spot that Alex had missed before. Where was it? Much like with her rear, her sweet spot was almost at the entrance. The tremor that shook Lusting’s body was nothing compared to what happened the moment that her rear, her pussy and her teats were all assaulted by Alex’s hands and tongue.

Lusting’s teats were nowhere as big as they were while she looked more like what she was instead of her normal mare self. That didn’t mean they were small though. Squeezing them made Lusting moan, and pinching her nipples elicited a squeak out of the mare as Lusting bit her rear once more. That squeak was replaced by a scream the moment Alex went for both rear and front sweet spots at once.

Alex couldn’t help herself. She just had to tease Lusting. “Is my mother enjoying this?” She asked while literally kissing her mother’s ass.

“Stop teasing me and fuck me!”

“Tut, tut.” Alex took her hand away from her mother’s teats, aiming to tease the insides of her rear hole with her fingers as she teased her as much as possible. “You messed with me, I get to tease you all I want.”

“Alex! I Swear tooooOOO-!”

Rubbing Lusting’s clit with a thumb, teasing her insides with both hands and biting her rump was all Alex needed to make her mother clench once more. It was a bit funny to think that a supposedly very strong creature was being brought down by just a little pleasure when compared to all the things she had done through her life. Alex didn’t mind though, the moans coming from her mother were more than enough for her to enjoy this already.

That, and the feeling of this all was just incredible.

The closer Lusting came to orgasm the better Alex felt, and she hadn’t gotten her dick wet yet. When she rubbed Lusting’s rear end from the inside it sent a spark of pleasure through her mother, but it also made Alex’s insides tingle. It was like when she was kissing and licking her down there: Every single scrap of pleasure she gave she also received. Whether this was normal for succubi or not she didn’t care, it just felt fantastic.

Alex’s mind barely managed to ask herself that question: Was it normal for her to feel it like this? Caressing Lusting’s insides made her own burn and itch, yet it felt good, energetic even. Seeing her mother shiver and her hips wiggle as if she was begging for it was making Alex feel hotter and hotter by the minute, but her mother refused to orgasm again.

One of Alex’s little kinks had been a constant through her life, and it wasn’t going to change now. It was a bit weird, maybe, but she loved to make her partners cum so much that they just lost it. For her it was self empowering, and it was hot as hell when they asked for more and more. Maybe Alex wasn’t an expert in the sack like some people, but she was sure that giving pleasure from both ends like her frantic hands were doing was supposed to make Lusting have more than one damn orgasm. She came from just a few touches for Christ’s sake!

So, instead of stopping, Alex took her hands away from both her mother’s rear and front. She heard Lusting complain, but all Alex wanted was to lift Lusting up, force her on her back, eat her out until she cried out and then...

“That is it!”

Then Alex felt as if she weighed nothing.

“Dafuk?”

Floating in the air wasn’t exactly how Alex had expected this would end up, in fact the face full of anger that she got from her mother was a non entity in her mind a moment ago. The idea of things going perfectly alright was utterly shattered as Lusting let her hone blink and a small red flash consumed her, changing one form for another in front of her daughter.

“I think I made it clear, dear.” Lusting growled, and not in a sexy or kinky way. “I told you to FUCK me.”

“But…

“I think you had more than enough butts for a while.” Lusting didn’t even bat an eyelash as she threw Alex on the bed with little to no ceremony. That she had to allow her daughter a second to turn back and face her didn’t seem to bother her. “You may have gone a month without, Alex, but I have gone a year. I think that you are feeling quite good now, right?”

“Yes, I mean, I was…”

“For us that would be ‘feeling parched’. Now compare that to how I was, dear, and you’ll see how I feel.” Alex gulped as her mother turned from a horny and teasing, but sweet mare, into a husky creature hell bent on doing something to her own daughter. “I am downright DYING of thirst.”

“Wait! Mom! Give me a-AH!”

No second was given and no pride was spared. Lusting just flapped her wings and landed atop of Alex with a grin that went from ear to ear as her marehood rubbed right against Alex’s stiff member before she took nearly half of it with one loud squelching sound.

“No more delays my little one...” Lusting bent down to nuzzle Alex as her brain tried to process the assault it was subjected to. “Time for you to feel very good, and time for mommy to get very pregnant.” The mare snickered as Alexander just shivered, lost in bliss. It was clear that Alex had never been so overloaded as today. Lusting didn’t want her to dilly dally though, so she just whispered something that would jumpstart her daughter. “Now: Breed. Me.”

And hey, it did.

The moment Lusting had taken Alex within her canal had been an explosion of pleasure. Alex literally felt as if she was about to cum, but Lusting had clamped so damn hard on her shaft that it was impossible for Alex to finish. That didn’t meant it was painful; on the contrary: It was incredible. It went to the point of Alex being on the brink of passing out for a second before her mother all but ordered Alex to fill her up.

Instantly Alex got her hands on her mother’s plot and forced her down. She was big enough to take the whole thing in in one go, heck, Alex was sure that Lusting would be able to take her whole arm and still have space to spare. It felt as if Alex was being constricted, as if she wasn’t supposed to go so far, as if her member was kissing Lusting’s deepest entrance, yet there was more space for her to fill…

“Hmmm… good girl… Make momma proud now…”

Alex responded right away by biting the succubus’ ear, much like she had intended back before they started. Lusting’s answer was to yelp and moan, squeezing down on Alex’s girth as both reward and punishment, forcing Alex’s orgasm to recede simply because of that very pleasurable and infuriating vice grip that never let go.

Lusting decided to stop teasing and start moving. She decided to lift herself to add to Alex’s attempted trusts, moving around in circles or just nibbling at Alex’s neck from time to time, granting all the encouragement her daughter needed to keep on going. Alex responded by vigorously plowing her mother without any regret or remorse, her member on fire and her mind dazzled with visions of sex, need and simply pleasure.

Both entered a pattern soon enough. Alex would force Lusting’s hips downwards, spearing her mother as deep as she could, precum by now filling her womb and spilling down her canal until it made a pool on the bed at the base of Alex’s shaft and balls. Lusting did her part by using her fangs, biting down on Alex’s neck as if she was a darned vampire, stimulating her daughter to go harder, faster, as if she was a simple animal trying to rut while her wings embraced her to add strength whenever it was necessary or to help herself up anytime Alex fumbled in her lust dazed stupor.

It was hard to determine how long had they been going at it in the same position by the time Alex’s groans became so ragged that it was impossible to miss; she wasn’t going to last anymore.

Lusting clamped down, both on Alex’s shaft and her neck, biting hard and piercing the skin this time. Instead of pain Alex received a dose of pleasure that shook her whole body, bypassing her mother’s vice grip to the point of unloading a month’s worth of semen straight to that awaiting womb.

The result was simply obscene.

Alex was sweaty, panting as if there was no tomorrow and with her eyes almost purely white after the release. Her mother was no better, being even worse for wear, at least in appearance, as she was a mass of musk, sweat, pleasure and throbbing muscles, including the aching wings. Alex’s balls were empty for a moment, only to refill quickly, while Lusting’s stomach was slightly distended thanks to the massive load of cum she had been forced to take.

The mare looked at her child with a wolfish grin.

Alex did her best not to gulp.

“Round one is done.” Lusting purred as she licked her lips. “Let’s see if you can go as many times as your dad.”

The only thing Alex could think was ‘What have I gotten myself into?’.

***

How many hours had gone by? One? Two? Three? Alex only knew that the first light of the day would soon come, but there had been more than enough coming for today as far as she was concerned.

Lusting had a self satisfied smirk while she rested at her side, while Alex herself was happier than she had been in a long while, as well as satisfied to the point of feeling like she would need no sex for a while, a very strange occurrence indeed. The downside was this: Alex felt like she had been killed, ground down and served in a sauce after being thoroughly spiced and cooked.

Yes, everything hurt.

A lot.

But it was the good kind of hurt, you get me?

“Hmm… sooooo full…” Lusting purred against Alex’s neck. The whole place reeked of sex, and both of them fared even worse than the poor bed. “Then again I haven’t had almost any fun in a year. Not any that was worth remembering anyway.” The mare gave Alex a pleading look with those big red eyes of hers.

“No, no more. Everything hurts so fucking much right now.” Alex grunted with as much assurance as someone wanting more while being unable to do anything about it.

“Fuck.” Lusting grumbled. “Well, could be worse. I am pretty sure I have more than enough.” She gave Alex a kiss on the cheek and sighed.

Alex looked at the ceiling, or what was left of it. Lusting had a bit of an ‘accident’ during their third time, and a good part of the paint had been blasted away. It made Alex chuckle, but the thought within her mind didn’t leave.

“This… this isn’t going to be weird now, right?”

Lusting couldn’t help but snort. “If you mean of us becoming lovers or something like that? No. That won’t happen.” Alex let out a sigh of relief as Lusting cuddled closer to her body. “The last one I loved was your father, and I am thoroughly done with that. I don’t mind sex, I don’t mind more children, but I don’t want another lover.”

Alex gave a quick nod. “As far as you aren’t lonely.”

“I have you.” Lusting assured her daughter. “I have your sister, and soon I’ll have the others, if you do interact with them. Not only that; I’ll have your foal in a year or so.” Lusting didn’t let Alex’s flinch bother her. “You better get used to it. A buildup of lust won’t help you get it going for much longer. Maybe a couple of times your lust will ensure you do what you must, but soon enough you’ll have to take action by yourself or risk starvation. I do recommend that you accept what you have done and what you are. I highly doubt you have more than a few days, at best, before you need another refill.”

This time Alex didn’t say anything, she just rested as she used one arm to hug her mother. This had gone from disbelief to anger, then stupidity, acceptance and porn, lots and lots of porn. Well, it could be worse.

Alex let out a half moan half groan as she felt her body itching as a bone or two popped into place. She had really battered her body and, if her mother’s snickering was anything to go by, this was going to be something common for a while. She couldn’t complain, no, really. Alex had found her mother, she had just had the best sex she could remember, and she was going to go somewhere that would, in time, be her home away from home. It would be a nice place to be, to live and to screw.

Then a flash hit her right on the side and she let out a tired hoof. This was going to be a real thing, wasn’t it?

By the time she opened her eyes she was in a strange room, and this time she could literally feel that she was a stranger in a strange place. She couldn’t exactly see it, but she could feel it.

The biggest indication of this was how a mint green unicorn came screaming for her mother. It was an adult, more or less as big as Lusting, though Alex could not exactly describe her. Why? Honestly, do you think it is easy to see anything but the bullet shaped pony going right at you when you are basically unable to move through pain and pleasure? At least Alex knew she was happy to see her for some reason.

“MOM! A HUMAN!”

The yell pretty much spoke for itself before the mare collided with Alex. Then her world turned to darkness.

Author's Note

Okay, so...

I thought I could do this in a week?

Originally it was going to be done by this month's 7th. Then I had news and I had to delay it. Then I developed the story more because I was waiting for more news after I did a certain thing and my mind wandered.

Long story short: It was going to be around 10k words originally. Shit got out of control and this oneshot of a story got more and more complicated.

But it got me thinking o3o/ So I may or may not do a sequel. This time I want a few people more or less involved, so I may either take a long time or I may not do a sequel and let you all have the naughty fantasies you want with how this could have gone.

Anyway, hope you all enjoyed the story. See you next time.