Stupid, Sexy Succubi

by Wendy Crescent

Rating: mature
Tags: Original Character, Princess Celestia, Sex, Slice of Life, My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic, Romance
Length: 6335

There are things in the world best left alone, books left unread, fantasies left as fantasies. Especially when they involve succubi - Sneaky, tricksy succubi. Sunny Chime had to learn this the very (pleasant) hard way.

There are things in the world best left alone, books left unread, fantasies left as fantasies. Especially when they involve succubi - Sneaky, tricksy succubi. Sunny Chime had to learn this the very (pleasant) hard way.

Story Contains:
Safe Sane Consensual BDSM, Sexy Succubus Roleplay, Deepthroating, throatfucking, nipple and clit play, massive Futa horsecocks

Yay, it got featured (21/02/2017), thank you all very much! :raritystarry:

Setting:
The story is set in the Clocktower Society. But you do not have to read anything from the Clocktower Society to enjoy this story, it's entirely stand alone!

Cover Art:
Once more by the lovey Manifest Harmony :heart:
Editors:
*Fuzzy Fabricator
*Manifest Harmony
* ShadowedEmber
* Troposphere
Proof Readers:
* Master Whitechainsaw

Published 2017-02-20 23:40:01 UTC
Last updated 2017-02-20 23:40:01 UTC

Why You Don't Summon Succubi Goddesses

In the centre of the room, cloaked in shadow, sat a lone mare white of coat and bubble-gum pink of mane. She was going through her breathing exercises while staring at a black cracked leather tome in front of her. It seemed such a simple, unassuming tome, yet it commanded her total and undivided attention. Simply looking at it sent a shiver of nervous excitement up her spine.

Sunny Chime couldn’t help but trace her hoof lightly along the rough texture of the book’s spine. She had never even known that the Clocktower Society had a place to cater to her particular taste. Her very... sinful tastes. Sure, the society catered to a lot. But she had never imagined they would cater to something as dark as the summoning of sex demons.

She closed her eyes and smiled gently. She focused mentally on the diagram in the book, taking it in her mind’s eye and replicating the magical circle in chalk on the ground. She could see the glow that formed on the ground as she completed the circle. A pink candle was set on the point of each pentagram, each lit in a specific order. In the middle, she placed the letter to the succubus goddess, a desperate plea for her to send one of her daughters.

With everything set up she looked down at the book, a soft blush glowing on her cheeks and a heat burning in her loins. There was only one final step left: the incantation. After that she would get what she always wanted–what she had always desired. She would finally have a female demoness to make her sexual servant.

Double-checking everything not once but twice, she let out a breath she hadn’t even realised she was holding. Now that the moment was there, she was growing incredibly nervous. Her plan was elegant in its simplicity. Summon the demoness and bind her to her will. It was positively fool proof for a powerful unicorn like herself.

In the deep recesses of her mind, Sunny was aware of where she was, that this was the Clocktower Society and that she wouldn’t be summoning an actual demon. She chose to ignore that thought; Instead she focused on the ritual she was performing to summon her partner. She couldn’t help but feel giddy and excited at the thought of what was to come. Weeks of preparation and getting to know her Mistress had finally led to this.

She started chanting. The language was very familiar to her – it wasn’t the common tongue but an older incarnation of Draconic, something every student at Celestia’s school was taught. Most magic was in that tongue, and this she knew was real magic. The chanting was accompanied by something utterly embarrassing. She had to masturbate through the entire spell. The instructions were very clear on that part.

Like any proper student of the arcane arts Sunny did what the book told her to. She focused her magic into forming the summoning portal, while her right hoof slipped under her to furiously rub her puffy, already drooling, pussy. She hadn’t felt this kind of burning heat in her core since she had been in season last. She even dared think that it was worse now, as the spell’s chanting reached a crescendo of her mewling moans. She didn’t need to climax, but she couldn’t help herself. Even as the shape of a mare slowly materialised before her she simply kept rubbing faster and faster. As the last words of the spell slipped off her tongue she cried out in pure mind-numbing ecstasy.

It shamed her that she came that fast but she had been pent up for so long. She looked up at the tall mare with her charcoal grey coat. She shuddered as that mare looked down at her in a mixture of disgust and amusement. She felt her cheeks heating up as she became painfully aware that she was showing weakness to the demonic summon.

The creature had eyes of dull red like the fading embers of a fire. A long-curved horn graced her forehead, a horn that rivalled Sunny’s own in length. Her hear was crowned by a dark mane, a black that would make a raven envious. At her sides rested a pair of leathery wings, like she had read. The demoness was the perfect image of a corrupt alicorn. The most striking thing though to Sunny, was the mare’s sheer size.

The demonic creature was quite literally twice her size. She was beautiful beyond anything she could have expected, even as she noted the sharp gleaming fangs she put on display. The ethereal creature filled her with an unnatural desire to throw herself at it. There was a certain heady musk in the air, and it was not her own. No this was much more intoxicating, addicting even. Without realising it she was salivating as she slowly approached the majestic, divine mare that she had summoned.

“Oh my. Such a weak little mortal,” cooed the demonic mare in a sweet velvety voice. There was something inherently sexy about it, it was almost hypnotic to Sunny. She found herself hanging on her every word as she continued to speak. “Who then is the foolish mortal mare that dares summon a goddess to this… unworthy plane?” The words were harsh, but the mare’s deeply sexual purr, her contempt for mortals, all of it only sent shivers of excitement all throughout Sunny’s body.

Shaking her head vigorously she looked up shocked at the grinning demoness. She almost surrendered herself to it. A part of her was screaming to submit, desiring a life of servitude just from beholding the creature. She steeled herself and stood up on shaky legs. “I am Sunny Chime! I am your Mistress, creature! I summoned you. And it is me you will serve, Demon!” cried the mare, trying to throw an illusion of strength behind her voice in defiance of the potent aura of lust that the Succubus seemed to exude. Her confidence shattered as the demoness let out a harsh cackle, the look of contempt leaving her face for one of wicked amusement.

“Mistress!? Don’t make me laugh… you insignificant insect!” She stomped her hoof, and the room warped around Sunny. It was no longer the empty ritual chamber. It was like she had been teleported to a whole different room. It was still as big but it had been decorated to be fit for a queen. he centre of the room was dominated by a large pit of pillows and blankets that seemed to serve as a bed, its base covered in latex sheets.

A brazier of magical purple fire stood in its centre. She was quite familiar with those–it was a staple of certain Clocktower rooms. A way of magical heating while preserving the style. The walls were a deep abyssal purple material she had never seen before. Most walls were lined with implements of carnal sin, from simple sex toys to implements she had no clue what sadistic and cruel delight they served.

Most of the furniture in the room was meant to restrain a pony in one way or another. Whatever was left of her confidence crumbled as she watched the large demoness approach her. She had a slow, purposeful stride that involved a lot of flank swaying. Yet another quality of the mare that could nearly throw Sunny in a trance on its own.

She needed to do something NOW. She couldn’t lose control of the situation. “S-stop! I know your true name!” threatened Sunny with a cocky smile. It was a bluff. A bluff that the mare saw straight through.

“Please, spare me your pathetic attempts,” the demoness commented with a roll of her predatory eyes. Licking her fangs, she kept approaching, while Sunny kept back-peddling away from the demoness. That is until her rump politely introduced itself to the corner of the room, pressing firmly against the cold smooth almost glass-like material of the wall.

Standing on her hind hooves she quickly found that the mare had pinned her there. Her larger hooves on either side of Sunny’s shoulders. “Tsk … normally I don’t play with my food. But I’ll admit, you are cute,” she commented, towering over her prey. That was it… that was how Sunny felt in this moment, like trapped prey.

“P-please! I-I meant no offence!” pleaded the mare. “I-I was lonely! M-mares don’t want me, stallions don’t either!” She sounded pathetic. She felt so insignificant before the demoness. She idly wondered if this is what it felt like, standing before a being you considered a goddess.

The succubus chuckled a hearty laugh. “Tell you what, Mortal. Submit to me, accept me as your true goddess instead of that pathetic excuse for an alicorn you call a deity. Bow and give yourself to me. And maybe... I will spare your worthless life,” she declared imperiously, a hoof pressing against Sunny’s chest. It was then that the last bit of the puzzle fell into place for her. She’d not just summoned any succubus. She had summoned the succubus that stood above them all!

Trembling before the goddess she had summoned to Equestria, she was thankful for the powerful hoof pinning her to the wall. Without it she would have likely collapsed onto the ground in shock. She mouthed the words, but no sound came. She simply stared up at the much larger mare. It was like lightning shot through her spine when she met those eyes.

“What was that? I can’t hear you.” The mare’s eyes burned into her, setting fire to her mind, and her loins. “You’ll have to speak up, unless you want to be dinner.”

“Y-yes! I accept, M-Mistress!” Sunny cried out, startled by her own voice and how timid it sounded, her back still pressed against the wall. It was then that she felt it brushing against her belly. She didn’t dare look down. She knew instantly what it was. Its burning heat that radiated into her belly, the light throb of clear excitement. She trembled even more with the realisation of how massive the goddess’ cock was that ground into her belly, it's flat head rubbing against her chest, leaving a trail of pre-cum to mat down her coat.

“Wise choice.” said the demoness, pulling away from Sunny to let the mare fall to the ground, watching her land on her knees bowed before not just her Mistress, but now her goddess. She had forsaken the goddess of the sun, and had chosen the darkness. She couldn’t help but watch with rapt attention as the demoness offered her hoof with a wicked grin. “Seal your fate as my pet,” she purred, giving Sunny an expectant look.

Crawling over to her Mistress she nuzzled into her presented hoof subserviently. She slowly licked along the hoof wall, slowly letting her tongue press down on the hard, smooth surface. This had all gone so wrong. She was supposed to be worshipped... she was supposed to be the goddess for this forsaken creature. Why was she getting such a thrill out of licking her hooves, why was it filling her with pleasure!?

She panted lightly as her tongue danced along the hoof, even as her Mistress lowered it slowly she lapped at the frog with reverence.

As the demon mare’s hoof continued to drop, she didn’t cease, as she had not been told to stop her ministrations. Her head followed the hoof down, lower and lower, until her chin was pressed to the floor as she desperately tried to reach as much of the hoof’s underside as she could. The act served a purpose she knew too well. To remind her that her place was in the dirt. Below the resplendent goddess that owned her so utterly. There was a sharp bite of pain as her tongue was ground into the stone floor, stepped on and twisted by the hoof as if it was the remains of a thrown-away cigarette.

With the pain came something different, pleasure. The delightful heat blossoming up in her core. The humiliation of being shown her place in such a way was turning her on like nothing ever had. She remained lying on the floor, looking up at the mare with worshipping eyes. She was aware of the impassive stare she was receiving, a hoof tapped impatiently at the cold stone floor.

“Are you going to thank your goddess for showing you your place, sometime this century?”

“T-thank you, Mistress!” she said. She felt stupid for not even thinking of it, her mind was responding so sluggishly to what was happening. She watched the horn glowing a dark purple aura, levitating over something she wasn’t expecting, something that hadn’t been part of the script. She watched the goddess dangle a black collar in front of her.

She didn’t know what to say, she simply stared at it in shock and awe. Her hoof instinctively shot to the white collar she was wearing that hardly stood out against her coat. Her breath caught as she realised what her goddess was planning.

“You’ll make a pretty pet when I am done with you,” she commented, throwing the collar onto the bed.

Sunny thrust herself forwards trying to capture the collar, only to be redirected by that dark magical aura, coming muzzle to tip with that monstrous demon cock. She felt compelled to lick it, she needed to… and she did. The scent of her musk was overpowering. It helped her focus on the one truly important thing: serving her new Mistress.

The Mistress cooed lightly, resting a hoof on the back of Sunny’s head to slowly guide her down along the salty shaft, letting the mare enjoy herself. There was a steady rhythm to how her cock pulsed, it filled Sunny with more desire as she nuzzled and licked at the goddess cock. She didn’t care anymore that she was quite literally drooling from both ends like a sex-crazed bitch.

She savoured the taste of that delicious rod. It both fascinated and terrified her. She would have to take that massive mare-breaker inside of her at some point. Seeing the sheer size of it aroused her beyond measure, she could feel a bead of arousal running down her inner thigh; it spurred her on to worship the cock rather than just pleasuring it. Her hooves pressed down on the base slowly jerking the hot skin up and down as she licked every last salty inch.

She had known the mare was big, but this was insane. Had it always been this big? Or was it due to her own diminished size? It was a spark of lucidity in the ocean of overwhelming lust that quickly pulled her back under. She gave up. She didn’t want control. Why had she even wanted control in the first place? Servitude was bliss, the most pure, absolute pleasure.

Moaning out loudly, she took the flat head of the cock inside of her mouth, her tongue swirling around the head teasingly. The hoof that stopped her brought her back to reality for just a little, she raised her tail and swished it, mentally willing the crystal bell to give a single test chime. Satisfied that the bell worked she removed the hoof, and Sunny eagerly threw herself back into the worship of that cock.

It hardly fit into her muzzle. She didn’t care and simply let it slowly feed into her – gagging heavily around the head, she savoured the sensation of being filled so utterly by a being better than her. A true goddess was letting her, an unworthy mortal, attend to her pleasures. She was not going to squander this opportunity by being selfish and saying it wouldn’t fit. She just had to relax her throat and breathe through her nose.

An impatient grunt brought her out of the thoughts and spurred her into proper action, lips wrapped around the head and she pushed forwards hearing that sweet moan of delight from her Mistress. She could do this. She eagerly did it: angling her head backwards a little, she thrust forwards, to her own shock taking more than she had intended to, thrusting that delicious cock halfway into her throat the medial ring bumping against her lips.

It was as far as she was going to be able to take the girthy cock. She was going to pull back... that is, if her Mistress hadn’t done it for her. The iron grip on her mane was blissfully painful; the way the shaft was thrust back into her throat sent electrical tingles through her body. Even though having that massive breeding spear being forced down her throat made her gag, she didn’t want to shirk her duties to the goddess. Her tongue eagerly lapped at the shaft, rubbing it welcomingly as the demoness pounded away at her throat.

Sunny let out a low pathetic whine as the cock was suddenly pulled from her throat. She kept her tongue presented, offering it as a pillow for that magnificent fat throbbing cock. She was disappointed while watching the demonic mare turn on her hooves trotting off to the bed. She paused and looked back at her.

“Follow.” The word was simple enough, and she obeyed even before she had completely registered it. Her demonic mistress gave her purpose, her obedience her most coveted skill. She didn't need power. She had never needed power. And under her mistress, she would never seek it again. All her wants, her needs, were the needs of her mistress. Nothing could be so satisfying… as her mistress satisfied.

A powerful tug at her mane made her cry out in a mixture of pain and pleasure. She liked it when her pink mane was tugged and gripped. It cemented her place as less than the goddess, to her mistress she was nothing more than a toy to be used. She let herself be pulled, pushed, and shoved until she finally lay just over the edge of the bed, her head resting against the padded side. Before she could even ask or say anything, the cock was pressed to her muzzle once more. Her Mistress let out a long throaty moan as she penetrated Sunny’s throat slowly savouring the sensation of letting her throbbing cock spear the mare.

Sunny simply groaned and relaxed her throat, letting her lips curl around the shaft. Her tongue once more danced along the invading breeding spear feeling up every bump and ridge. The heavy cum-laden balls that slapped against her snout only spurred her on. They were her goal after all... she was sucking that cock trying to quite literally draw the cum out that way.

The roar of pleasure and dominance from her Mistress was music to her ears. She was doing good, the more erratic thrusts into her gagging throat, and the way that glorious goddess cock twitched in her mouth signalled to her that the demoness was about to reach her peak.

“Oh, you have a fine throat, slave-thing. Hmmm, let me bless it for you and seal this deal of ours. You will be my slave.” The tone of sweet satisfaction in her honeyed voice was hard to miss. It made her feel special, she of all ponies was pleasing the goddess. She was going to be blessed by her goddess. She didn’t have to wait long. The cock was hilted into her throat as far as it could go.

Her gagging had gotten so heavy that tears were streaming down her face, her eyeliner, which had already been streaked, was now a smudged mess giving her the look of a thoroughly used slut. She didn’t care... All that mattered was the sweet cry of pleasure from her Mistress and the blissful sensation of that creamy reward being pumped down her throat. It was an obscene amount for her tiny body. So much so that Sunny was sure her belly was bloated slightly… even then she swallowed obediently, not daring to spill a drop, her tongue caressing the throbbing pride that pierced her throat. Even as it pulled back, she cleaned it dutifully.

“T-thank you… for your blessing, my goddess,” she whispered. Her voice was hoarse, and speaking hurt just a tiny bit. It was a good pain; it made her feel all melty inside. The petting she received from the demoness cemented the feeling of sheer bliss.

“Atta mare,” the demoness cooed, her voice sounded oddly filled with pride. It made her pout internally. They had agreed to not be sweet this session.

It was then that she felt herself grabbed by the collar and simply tossed further onto the bed by the much larger being. Landing on her side, looking back just a little bewildered by the suddenness. Her tail flagging at the other mare presenting her needy pussy for the grinning succubus. That grin told Sunny everything she needed to know. Her goddess was going to enjoy what came next, a lot. The grin wasn’t the only indicator... the riding crop that floated besides her was also quite the tip-off. She knew what was coming and she turned, flank raised in the air and her muzzle buried in the pillow.

The crop swished through the air! Time seemed to slow for Sunny as she listened to the implement of her submission crack against her left flank. Whatever spell she had been under shattered and time resumed… or had she simply imagined it stopping in the first place? There was no time to ponder as the crop lashed against her right flank, then her left once more.

The demoness was cruel in her ministrations. She was visibly enjoying how Sunny writhed with that perfect mixture of pain and pleasure. It was a cruel wicked grin, one that made her feel less than equine, like she deserved. It gave her a true and proper thrill more than the blissful mixture of pain and pleasure the whipping had to offer.

True devotion was a weird thing. She felt so helpless and vulnerable to the demoness she had summoned, yet she had the power. She could stop this at any moment with a single simple word. It was what let her so wholly submit to the mare, it was her true freedom, knowing nothing was stopping her from indulging in her own sins.

The snap of the crop to her clitoris brought her crashing back to reality, a lance of white hot pleasure and pain shot through her entire being making her scream loudly. She’d spaced out and the mare, her Mistress, looked quite displeased with that fact. “Your attention shall be on me, mortal bitch,” she scolded sharply. The harsh tone made Sunny wince as much as the fierce lash of the whip on her clitoris.

A feeling of dread that welled up inside of Sunny was only matched by her burning arousal as she watched the mare trotting off with an annoyed flick of her tail. She didn’t move. She knew that would only make her current predicament worse.

Watching her Mistress rummage around in the chest at the far wall, she shivered a little. Watching her Mistress ignore all the implements of submission that were displayed on the wall in favour for whatever was in that chest only added to her nervous excitement.

As her Mistress turned around she saw that grin. That evil malicious grin that only a demoness could muster before inflicting something unimaginable on her victim. She was levitating most prominently quite a few lengths of thin chains, a spreader bar, and a potion, it was a bright pink, and a simple wooden box. Sunny swallowed audibly, she wasn’t sure what the potion was even for.

“I hope you are ready. Because I think I might have a better use for you than just a petty wind chime, my dear,” she purred in a tone that hinted at planning something quite evil. She attached the bar’s hoofcuffs on Sunny’s hind legs “You will become my beautiful instrument... your mistress' harp.”

The plan left Sunny feeling puzzled, not really sure what the demonic mare was actually planning with her, but not wanting to displease the mare even more, she let the mare attach her forehooves to a second set of hoofcuffs on the spreader bar, so she was sitting on her rump, bent over forwards unable to move or even close her legs, leaving her marehood undefended. It wasn’t an uncomfortable position though; it was quite a pleasant way of sitting on the bed.

With an application of magic from her Mistress the box opened to reveal five items of interest for the unicorn to gawk at. Her initial attention was drawn to the silver ring in its centre. She knew it well; her Mistress had used one on her before.

The other items were also familiar to her. Two nipple clamps, a tongue clamp and a dock ring for her tail. She could see the small loving smile on her Mistress’s face. It was brief, a flash even, something you’d only pick up if you knew what to look for.

Having known this mare for months now, she knew the subtleties of her expressions. She trusted her fully and utterly and she reaffirmed that trust by lowering her head, feeling the ring slipping along her sensitive horn. The coldness of having her magic locked away was soon replaced with a warmth that built up in her chest. This was true submission, her devotion almost boiled over in the moment. Sunny simply wanted to scream and declare her love for the mare… but she needed to stay in character.

It was the pleasant sting of the nipple clamps being attached to her teats that brought her back to the present, she hadn’t noticed that her Mistress had gripped her in telekinesis, making her lean back so she could reach her pussy. She couldn’t help but let out a sweet blissful moan. The demoness knew just how to make her sing with those, the clamps were as tight as they could go. She presented her tongue, whimpering faintly as the clamp was attached to it. It was a new thing she wasn’t quite used to yet, but even the pain was pleasurable.

Lastly was the ring around her dock. She could hear it snapping shut, already making it slightly harder to move her tail. Not that that impaired her safety bell in any way, it was just that bit more of restriction in her movement.

The low rumbling chuckle that came from the Demoness was quite ominous. The potion bottle’s neck was pressed between her lips, and a sharp, painfully pleasurable tug of her mane forced her head back leaving her with no choice but to gulp down the pink substance which had a slightly bubble-gum like aftertaste.

“My instrument is almost ready, I only need to string it up,” the succubus murmured softly, flashing Sunny a devious smile. Levitating out the chains the demonic mare flashed her a cruel grin. She led the first two chains down her body pulling them taut as they were attached to her nipple clamps and ran up to her collar. They were kept taut, meaning any movement would cause her to tug at her teats. It slowly dawned on Sunny just what the mare was planning as the next chain attached to the back of her white collar, connecting to the dock ring, and forcing her to keep her tail lifted in an uncomfortable position or choke herself ... and pull the clamps on her teats.

The position she had been put in was downright cruel. And she loved it a lot. The last of the chains was attached on the one side to her tongue clamp, and ran down to the spreader bar, pulled taut and effectively semi-gagging Sunny. “There we go, my instrument is just about ready,” her Mistress purred lovingly, plucking at the thin silver chain that connected to Sunny’s collar and her left teat.

Sunny squealed out in pained pleasure. Not only was she being objectified as an instrument, the mare was playing her like one. It didn’t help that there was a burning heat building up slowly in her core, a heat that she was all too familiar with. She had heard of her Mistress’ patented, and quite potent, aphrodisiacs but she had never had the pleasure of enjoying them. Her tail swished, it tugged at her collar causing her to let out a choked squeal.

“Hmm yes. You will suffice but you will need a lot of fine tuning as an instrument.” the demonic creature murmured. She idly started plucking at the ‘strings’ of her instrument with an amused smirk on her muzzle. Sunny understood the chains seemed to produce a rather melodic sound that accompanied her squeals and whines of pained pleasure.

“I do believe… I could compose a fine symphony of lust on you.”

“W-wes pwease, Miwstress!” Sunny pleaded, her pale cheeks blushing furiously enough that she could feel the heat they were radiating. The burning heat in her core almost hurt with its intensity. The aphrodisiac was so potent it felt like Sunny was experiencing her worst heat ever.

The demoness plucked each of the ‘strings’ without keeping to any particular order selecting them. It was random yet produced the perfect harmony of melody and moans. What Sunny had not been expecting, though, was a fourth chain to be added, this one attaching cruelly to her clit with crocodile clamps. White-hot pained pleasure shot through her, the merest touch could have almost set her off into a screaming climax.

She had to bite back that climax. She did not have permission for it. She needed to keep it in even as the chain was pulled taut and locked to her collar with the others.

“Such a beautiful instrument,” The demoness purred, her eyes half closed as she started to play in earnest. Her magic plucking at the strings finding the right tones initially, at times pulling a chain tauter until she was satisfied.

Each tug on the chains was another wave of blissful agony to the mare. Each one pushed her closer to that edge of climax. She resisted. She had to resist it even as the foul demonic magic was enveloping her labia, spreading it wide to plunge in, it felt like… she could hardly explain it.

It was like a griffon was pounding her brutally with its claws. Thrusting deep, taking the nails down along her sensitive flesh in just the right agonizingly pleasurable way. Her screaming, and moaning fell into a steady rhythm that could indeed be called a symphony of lust and desire. She couldn’t hold back anymore, she needed to cum. Holding back hurt, not in a bad way, but she needed it.

“Give me my crescendo,” The succubus commanded with a growl in her ear.

That was enough for Sunny. She simply let herself plunge into the abyss of her climax, letting her body yield to the whims of her Mistress… giving herself to the demonic mare with full devotion. She could hear her own screams echo through the room. They drove her onwards to even greater heights of lust. It seemed like her climax lasted an eternity, until she collapsed into the forelegs of her Mistress, panting, delirious in the aftershock of her own climax.

A hoof stroked through her mane as soft lips kissed along her cheek whispering soft words to her. She couldn’t make out the words but they were sweet and soothing. Dimly she was aware that her bonds were being taken off one by one. That didn’t matter; nothing mattered but her Mistress’ warmth and soft coat pressed against her.

Seconds turned to minutes as Sunny slowly came down from her euphoric high. Looking up she met the eyes of her Mistress with a truly happy smile. She didn’t say anything. She leaned in and pressed her lips hungrily against the demoness’ lips. Even as the demoness turned into a mostly normal unicorn mare the only thing to stand out was her still half erect cock, she kissed her happily, letting her tongue ravish the mare’s mouth.

It took a few moments but Sunny suddenly found herself pressed onto the bed by a strong hoof, watching her mistress smirking down with that playful smile of hers. “I think you are forgetting something, Sunny.” The low purr in Ivy’s voice was exciting to her.

“First let's get rid of this.” She commented half interested as her magic simply ripped away the collar Sunny was wearing, she discarded it unceremoniously off to the side as she sat on the bed with a small smile. “Put your head in my lap, slave.”

Sunny couldn’t stop smiling as she laid her head in the mare’s lap. She knew what was coming and it had her buzzing with pure excitement! She could see the collar being levitated over to her, this was a moment she would never forget, of that she was so sure. She was impatient though and couldn’t lay still. Which annoyingly prompted her Mistress to wait.

“Lay still.” She eventually said, her stern eyes meeting Sunny’s. She instantly stilled as commanded, looking up at the unicorn mare with an embarrassed blush. Eventually the collar wrapped around her throat and snapped shut filling her with this wondrous sensation of being owned so completely.

She lay there with her head in the mare’s lap, a gentle smile on her muzzle for a good few minutes. “Thank you, Mistress,” Sunny whispered ever so softly after being collared. She caressed along that soft grey coat of her Mistress with a delicate touch of her hoof, smiling as she saw her familiar raven mane. Her Mistress, Ivy Rose. She was now officially hers.

“It was my pleasure, little one,” Ivy cooed and kissed Sunny on the nose gently, magically wrapping them both in the silken sheets. “Can you… stay the night?” Ivy asked, her voice almost pleading.

Sunny let out a soft sigh and shook her head. “I’m sorry. I need to be back before my manager notices I have been gone all night, again..” She gave a sad smile. “You should come over for tea sometimes, Mistress. I think I would like to, pursue… us a bit more.”

The mare flashed her a little grin. “I think, I would love that. My Sunshine.” Sharing another chaste kiss, the two mares looked at each other longingly. “Are you alright to get home?” Ivy asked, a little worried.

“Don’t worry. I will be fine, my dearest.” Sunny said, slipping from the bed, flicking her tail back at the mare. “Besides, I will be teleporting back home… I’ll miss you – please come for tea soon?”

Sunny slowly trotted over to the door, even as Ivy lay on the bed half covered by sheets, her hooves crossed and a seductress’ smile on her muzzle. That smile made Sunny blush just a little. “You will be seeing me sooner than you think, darling.” the mare cooed, her voice dripping with adoration and love.

“I look forward to it,” Sunny said, flicking her tail to show off her still drenched marehood.

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The room filled with a bright golden flash, accompanied by the tell-tale whoosh of teleportation magic. Not a second later Princess Celestia flopped gracelessly onto the bed. Letting out a deep sigh, she stared up at the ceiling as her hoof slowly ran along the new black collar still around her neck. She couldn’t stop smiling even as she stared at the mural of her sister’s night sky. Even after having left the mare she loved so much, she could not help but smile to herself.

“Welcome home, Sister.” Luna’s melodic voice cooed from the window. Of course, her sister would be there to interrogate her about her evening excursion. It would have been too much to ask to be allowed to freshen up first. Slipping from the bed with a groan she moved to sit beside her younger sibling.

Luna smirked softly. “How was your… evening?”

“It was wonderful, Sister. But I long for the day that we do not have to hide this,” Celestia said with a small sigh, looking out over the night sky with her sister. “Maybe… she might be the one, Lulu.” Celestia said, shooting her sister a nervous smile.

“I’m not stopping you, Tia. Go for it,” she said with a gentle smile. “It’s your life, so what if the nobility has a fit… or mother bless us, a collective heart attack.”

She couldn’t help but giggle at the morbid comment of her sister. It was crass and perhaps even in poor taste. But it was also pretty funny to imagine her announcing her wedding, and the stuck-up nobles’ gawking faces as their minds broke from the shock… “Perhaps you are right. I already invited her over my dear sister… maybe I will propose a partnership to her when she takes the offer.”

“You better! You deserve it, Sister,” Luna said, jabbing her sister in the side.

Author's Note

I hope you all enjoyed this short story as much as I enjoyed writing it.

I would like to give a huge thanks to Manifest Harmony for creating the Clocktower Society setting and making this story possible.
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*Fuzzy Fabricator

*Manifest Harmony

* ShadowedEmber

* Troposphere

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Happy Hunting everypony!