The sun slowly disappeared below the horizon as the moon took its place. Soon the full moon would reign the night sky.
Like a foal I eagerly counted the minutes left before their planned departure. Giggles escaped me, as I could barely contain my excitement for the things about to happen.

How long had I waited for this night? Everything had to be perfect. Even though nearly every box on my checklist was already double or triple checked, I was still unsure if I hadn’t forgotten something important. Some of my friends would have jokingly called this my typical compulsive behavior, but even they wouldn’t have prepared for such an event in an any less meticulous way than me. After all, any mistake could cost me dearly.

I shook my head to clear my thoughts of unnecessary doubt. Everything was going per plan and with the echo of the clock striking 8 ringing in my ears, it was time to say my goodbyes. As the last rays of the sinking sun disappeared, I moved towards the entrance hall. The night had finally fallen over ponyville, much to my delight and that of a certain purple dragon.

“Oh Celestia, Oh Celestia! It's time!!!” His scream of anticipation echoed through the hallway leading to the entrance hall.

As I entered the entrance hall he danced with joy around the room in his cute little costume. He was wearing a bright-red cape with a bright yellow shield stitched to the back in the form of a “S”. Of course, cute was relative. He was still my little dragon in size, but not in age. He considered himself an adult, for me he was still the same baby dragon I had hatched all those years ago. Funny, how slow dragons grew up if not driven by greed. And how his interests had changed, I thought to myself as I looked to my own pupil standing at the entrance, smiling innocently at Spike’s antics.

“Calm down, Spike!” I, as his caretaker and foster mom, tried to calm him down. After all this was a little bit too much excitement for a boy his age.

“It’s finally time! I’ll be seeing the new Supermare movie in a few minutes,” Spike beamed. “Thank you for getting me the tickets for my birthday!”

It wasn’t an easy task. Every pony wanted some tickets for the newly opened cinema, mainly because they decided to open with the premier of ‘The return of Supermare’. I had to pull quite a few strings, something I despised to do. None the less this gleefulness was worth it.

A genuine smile formed on my lips as he hugged me and I returned his affection.

“Ahem” hemmed Starlight.

Spike immediately let go of me. His face was slightly more purple than usual.

”And thank you for going with me-“ He addressed my faithful student, standing at the doors. She didn’t wear a costume, but she had surprisingly put on a little bit of makeup. Quite unusual for her.

“Yes, thank you for taking him to the movie,” I added.

“No problem, I actually look forward to – the movie.”

A slight blush? Had my eyes fooled me?

Spike slightly chuckled.

They spend a lot of time together recently. Could-?
No, I am just imaging things here. Jumping to conclusions, just because –

My eyes twitched as I pushed those stupid memories back where they belonged, buried deep under important stuff like the results of various research papers.

“Ah- Twilight? Everything, okay?”, Starlight asked concerned, even though there was no reason for such.

“Me? Everything is okay. Like always. Well I wish you an entertaining movie night!”

A slight padding on the back and a weak push with my hoof, followed by a little stronger one with my magic and they were standing outside the castle.

“Have fun! And don’t come back till morning!”

And the door was closed right before their noses.

“What just happened, Spike?”, Starlight asked standing dumbfounded at Twilight’s unusual behavior.

Spike just shrugged his shoulders.

“Star, once you hang out with Twilight as long as I am, you stop wondering.”

“Hm-“ Starlight looked back at the closed door.

“Should we-?” Starlight was interrupted by small little claws gently resting on her shoulders.

“Just normal Twilight behavior.”

Starlight looked at her small companion then turned her gaze towards the doors of the friendship castle.

“But you know-“

She felt a gentle padding on her shoulders.

“Star, it’s been over 2 months. Trust me, she’s over it. Let’s enjoy the movie!”

Starlight sighed in defeat, pushing her worries aside. Spike was probably right. No one knew her better than he. Besides, Starlight had her own agenda tonight. She wouldn’t let this opportunity pass by.

She smiled as the pair moved away from the door and towards the newly opened cinema.

“Huff-“, a heavy sigh of relief escaped my lips as the doors fell close, my back now pressed firmly against them.

I wondered if my behavior was too suspicious, too unusual for me? No, they would just write it off as just me enjoying some time alone to engulf myself in books and research papers.

After all, everpony needed some time alone occasionally to enjoy her hobby. For some it was art, others collected stamps and for me- well I chose studying magic. Nothing unusual to find here. Of course, this included learning every type and aspect of magic. I would consider it a normal, healthy hobby. A little bit of arcane magic here, a tiny bit of light magic there and well, maybe some dark magic from time to time. For science. Yes, for scientific reasons I had recently engulfed myself a little bit in the dark arts. No particular reason besides my curiosity of course and nothing too much, mind me. Maybe a little bit of conjuring, reading forbidden texture, brewing different potions without using them and summoning demons.

Well, preparing to summon a demon. I hadn’t had quite the opportunity to actually summon one before. The perquisites never matched. Sure, once or twice there were nearly perfect conditions and spells could work under subperfect conditions, but the fact no one successfully summoned a demon in over a few hundred years – at least per ‘official’ records- influenced my decision to wait for the perfect opportunity.

Luckily for me, tonight was such a perfect opportunity, Luna be thanked! Not that I asked for much. The full moon and the absence of any dragon who might disturb my research or any pony who might be tempted to take a step too far were all I needed. This way I also avoided questions how I found out about those ancient spells.
Not that anypony would have believed me if I had told them it was by mere chance.

I nearly froze in place, as I heard the familiar sound of an antique clock striking 9 o’clock.

Was I really lost in my own thoughts for that long? At least my ‘roommates’ should have arrived at the cinema by now.

It was time. Time to write magic history!

Oh, I nearly drooled at the thought of all those scientific papers and abstracts I would write about this topic once I succeeded with the summoning.

‘Clip-clop’

The sounds of my hoof steps echoed through the cavernous hallways, as I drew closer to my destination, one of the many, many unsuspicious doors in this endless corridor, hiding its contents true nature from the eyes of the unsuspecting. For those unaware of its secrets, a small, empty room waited behind plain doors. There was nothing inside besides its decorative stone walls and an old school magic luster illuminating the room. It wasn’t even a large room. Just enough space to place maybe one or two bookshelves. It was by mere chance I had uncovered a loose brick on the wall and with it a secret passage to another room. One far from empty, filled with books of questionable origin and materials and instruments used by magicians and witches of old times.

Its existence made no sense for me and therefore sparked my curiosity even more. Especially one book bound in black leather of unknown origin had peeked my interest. I couldn’t identify the species of the poor animal used for the cover, even though I tried my fair share. At least I could identify the author.

It was a mare going by the name Love Beat. Well, that part was quite easy, as demonologists were barely known for actively sharing their knowledge with said mare the only exception. Even spending hours of research, with no particular intention behind it than gaining more knowledge, I could only find one author publishing books about demonology, containing actual spells. To be precise, it was just one book and this particular book wasn’t easy to acquire either. The only copy I knew about was part of Celestia’s personal library and not available for the public to study, including me. Therefore, I was quite shocked to find a copy of said book inside this chamber. The improbability of this event alone rose my suspicion of the authenticity of this object, but just a few tests later, there was no doubt. I had found the holy grail of demonology.

I wonder- maybe it wanted to be found by me? Did it peak my interest really just by chance or was I guided by another force- one behind the realms of my meager understanding?

My heart throbbed as I tried my best to clench a rising squeal at the thought of such a possibility. The knowledge to be gained if such would be the case. All those possibilities! It was just too much for me. I couldn’t hold my excitement anymore and squealed like a little filly. Oh- When was it the last time that I squealed like that from sheer excitement?

Memories of me holding a ticket, some cheap tricks and a night/week of binge eating ice cream flashed before my inner eyes. Oh right, that fiasco.

I sighed audibly.

Let’s not digress again and forget those embarrassing moments. At least I had managed to entertain myself till I reached the door.

The doors slowly opened as my lavender magic turned the doorknob. The moment I entered the small stone chamber, the magic chandelier sprang to life illuminating the room. Knowing very well which stone brick needed to be pushed, I opened the secret passage.

Everything was already prepared for the ritual including a big iron cauldron, vials in quantity of “plenty” and “spoons of” of different materials and of course a summoning/binding circle drawn by pure chalk encircled by candles. A few check lists, a certain black book and a sheet with interview questions were resting on a wooden table waiting to be used.

Honestly, I felt like one of those cliché witches from those inaccurate fairy tales, depicting magic as something else than an accurate and precise form of science. Well, it was less the fault of those authors than the misunderstanding and mystification of the unknown that let to such unique recipes. Maybe, the ponies of old times were just messing with us and knew that most spells required far less than described to be performed successfully. Or, they were as capable as a certain fraud claiming to be a magician even though she could barely-

– Argh. I took a deep breath. She wouldn’t ruin this night for me.

I skimmed through the many pages of the black book sitting on the desk, briefly stopping at a page describing the recipe of a love potion. I felt fire engulf my cheeks.

No, I wouldn’t steep this low - again. That chapter of my life was closed.

I continued to browse through the book till I reached the one page bookmarked by me.

It described in detail the creation of a summoning stone. In combination with the right circle it allowed the summoner to call a ‘random’ demon to his place. As far as I understood, this primitive spell resembled the theoretical principles used to create the magical dimension mirror. It also contained the recipe for a binding circle and the basic rules for handling different types of demons.

The last part was quite enlightening to say at least. In theory, the spell had the potential to summon any kind of demon, but preferred a certain array of demons. My most likely encounter was an imp, a being driven by the most basics of desires- food and pleasure. Personally, I’d like to summon an ‘Amis’, a demon of knowledge or something along this line. I couldn’t clearly tell going by the vague descriptions.

Honestly, most were quite lacking and written less than scientific. The author had a clear preference for certain demons- writing disparagingly of pretty much any other demon race then one in particular.

I turned the page to stare at a portrait of a mare with cute little horns and exotic eyes, elongated and slit-like. Her face was as close to perfect one might dared to imagine perfection. My hooves traced along her contours. There was no doubt this being was objectively far more beautiful than a certain blue unicorn.

No, I wasn’t thinking about a certain unicorn with her exquisite silver hair rivaling the shimmer of Luna’s stars, her light blue body, rivaling even the sky illuminated by Celestia’s sun and her magenta eyes, deeper in color than any amethyst and unrivaled even by Cadence' eyes.

My teeth clenched, as my body tensed. A weak giggle escaped my lips.

No, I had promised myself to not think about her and I failed miserable. Again and again. Maybe she was a succubus all along, ensnaring me in her charm? What a convenient way to explain it.

But, no. I wasn’t this lucky. I would have gladly offered my soul to her just to be close to her.

But fate was even crueler and nature was unchangeable. Neither mine, nor her.

My chest burned. A fire engulfed my heart and face as I thought about this unfairness.

By, Celestia how often had I tried to deny it? I was so close to live the lie- only for my world to be shattered by her! This stupid wannabe magician, that couldn’t cast a real spell if her life depended on it!

I slammed the book shut. She always knew to push my buttons, even though she wasn’t even here.

I took a breath and exhaled.

Such irrational behavior didn’t suit me. My destiny was magic, every principal of it. I was here to live my fate, not condemn it.

I opened the bookmarked page again.

Carefully comparing my check list with the recipe, I prepared myself for the summoning. For the last time, I checked the binding circle surrounding the summoning circle. I meticulous compared every rune on both circles with the pictures in the book. A tedious task, but essential for my own safety, if the summoned demon was less than pleased with being called into our realm.

Both circles were flawless, time to begin the ritual.

A bolt of magic ignited the wood under the cauldron. Vials of glowing liquid danced through the room under my command. One after another filled the cauldron till a last ingredient was amiss.

“With mercury and ivory,

from Tartarus, I summon thee!

Bound by runes,

your only light shall be the moon.

By blood I’ll pay your price,

accept this humble sacrifice.”

My words, subconsciously materialized by my own magic, danced around me in circles. With the chant finished, there was still the price left to pay. I moved my hoof towards the dagger.

A cold shower ran down my spine.

Something was still amiss.

I withdraw my hoof.

How could I be so blind? Even though it was crystal clear. The reason so many failed before me. It was just not enough. More. Far more magic.

Heavy beads of sweat ran down my face as I repeated the chant with every ounce of magic in me. Once again reaching to the dagger, only to stop in my movement again. The same feeling and the conclusion: it was still not enough.

Driven by curiosity, some might go as far as to call it borderline obsession, I continued my chanting, straining myself far beyond my own limits. More and more letters filled the room, throwing menacing shadows on the wall, thanks to the flickering candle light, as I repeated the incantation again and again. Under my will Magic itself sprang to life, as my aura engulfed my feeble body lifting it far above the ground as I -

I felt it. The magic was reaching its peak. Dispatching the aura around me I softly landed on the ground.

Immediately I grabbed the small dagger and cut myself without any hesitation. There was no pain thanks to the adrenaline rushing through me, as droplets of blood ran down my hoof into the filled cauldron. I watched in awe as the first of the droplets hit the surface of the white liquid and the liquid instantly turned to crimson red. I took a step back, as mere moments later the liquid evaporated in a black cloud in the form of a heart with cute little bat wings around it, before it finally sublimated into a tiny, crimson red crystal.

Should I be proud or afraid of myself to successfully create, probably, the first summoning crystal in a thousand years?

I settled for excited as I squealed like a little filly, getting her first dictionary.

No. This wasn’t the time for this.

I grabbed the stone and placed it on the summoning circle.

The magic circle began to glow intensely. Another cold shiver ran down my spine. Luckily, I jumped back, right before the summoning crystal was engulfed in fire. An intense heat radiated from the flame confined by the magic circle. It was too much for my eyes to handle.

A loud sound echoed through the room, while my eyes were clenched tight.

As curiosity and a slight bit of fear overtook me, I opened them again. The flames had disappeared, but not without leaving a present.

A figure, more precisely an exotic looking mare, standing in place of the fire confirmed that my summoning spell had been successful.

Her taller than average frame and delicate, slender body reminded me of someone familiar, but I couldn't quite grasp who it was. Her crimson red eyes, like the beautiful sunset, were deep and rich in life, while her pitch-black sclera rivaled those silent hours right before the first arrays of the sun shattered the darkness of the night. Her long, wavy dark mane, so smooth and silky, almost as if it was tailored from Luna’s night sky itself, was slightly waving even though there was no wind. Her crimson red fur- or was it her skin?- looked so fair and smooth, shining slightly as the light of the candles was hitting it from different angles. Only her onyx colored horns reflected the light in a more exotic way than her fur.

There was no doubt in my mind. What I had summoned was nothing less than a succupony. A being of pure lust. I had read about their dangerous beauty, but facing one was an entirely different thing. No matter what happened, I had to keep my stupid desires in check as best as possible.

My heart made a jump as she looked at me and smiled.

“Well, what a nice suprise. It’s been a while since I have been summoned.”

She slowly approached me, swinging her perfect, heart shaped hips with every movement. Just stopping at the edge of the circle.

“Why did you summon me here, young sorceress?”, she asked as her thin tail ending in a cute little spade swayed like a hungry cat’s tail seeing a tiny mouse.

My eyes followed its movement.

The book had warned me about the true nature of this beautiful appendage. I wondered what it would feel being ravaged and raped by this. To feel corruptions invading my body, losing my soul to this angelic being and be turned into her mindless pet or- should I dare to hope?- be turned in one of her kind.

What? Where did this thought come from-

“I-“

My nostrils flared on their own and my mouth watered. By Celestia- this smell. The one kind that demanded that you savor every breath of it. The one that went straight to your brain, ordering you to bath in it and making you do things you’d normally never consider doing. And the source was right in front me. The perfect being, a goddess to be worshipped. I just had to go closerand I could-

‘NO!’, I screamed in my head and shook it violently.

“Is something wrong my dear?”, she asked looking worried.

The old text had warned me. Every fiber of this being standing before me was meant to fool and corrupt foolish mortals, bending them to her will. But I was no fool and in charge, not her. I was the summoner and she the summoned. The sudden burning heat in my loans made it a little difficult to focus, but I could handle it. I could averse my gaze from her gigantic breasts hanging between her hindlegs, ready to be suckled on filled with the most delicious of treats just for me.

Yes, I could.

My horn flared with magic as I spoke: “I summoned thee! Your name, my shield shall be. So state it now and let this be our vow!”

Drops of sweat ran down my face. What ran down my hind legs I didn’t want to spell out. I was glad I had rehearsed those words again and again. There was no way I would have been able to say them otherwise as my body betrayed me like this.

“Of course, my mistress. Lictyle Siegel is my name. You can call me Lily.”

At this point I could barely look at her. Those beautiful red eyes and this perfect face.What would I give to feel her nose between my moist legs? No, focus!

I caught a glimpse of the smiling demon. Was she aware of my inner fight?

“How can I help you-“

It didn't matter. The summoning ritual was sucessful. Even the binding had actually worked. As the book stated with her real name in my possession she was now at my disposal. Oh, I could make her service me. Fuck me thoroughly.

I-I- I just had to keep my instincts in check.

Avoiding looking at her directly I muttered: “Lily, I want- I mean- order you to help me with my studies.”

“Oh, you are a scholar? Sounds amazing!”, she said with the sweetest of all voices.

Imagine it. She praising us in this voice, as we service her with our body.

‘Stop,’ I screamed in my head, suppressing this alien urges.

“I'd love to help you-“, she continued.

“Really?”

I looked up to her and my heart jumped again. She slowly moved her spade like tail across her perfect body. My eyes eagerly followed it, burning the images of her round and full hips and perfect, supple flank into my brain. There was not one strain of muscle, not one gram of fat too much on her thighs.

Such beauty was beyond me- I bit my underlip, as one of my forelegs slowly moved between my hindlegs.

Why couldn’t I be like her?

Oh how I wished to be like her-

With a body like this even SHE would be mine.

Yes. I see them, images of Her standing before me, no- kneeling before me begging me to take her- to corrupt her. Oh, I would make her beg. She would kneel and lick my hooves, pleading for my attention, but to no avail. Again and again I would teasingly deny her- make her shatter her stupid pride. Crying and degrading herself, feeling the same pain, I felt. I would taste those delicious tears, basking in her confession of true love she had hid for so long from me and then I will be generous. She will offer her delicious soul to me and I generously accept it, binding her to me forever. Make her my lover forever. We both would embrace and love each other in ways only we succuponys can. I would softly kiss her neck and face, tasting her sweet skin, before sharing a sticky kiss with her. Our tongues would playfully tangle, as our tails slowly teased the other's folds. Our bodies desperately craving for more, she would suck my horn, while I claim her innermost sanctuary with my tail. Eagerly we would service each other in any imaginable way, bathing in orgasmic bliss again and again- before spreading this gift in our goddess name- Yes, we would with all of my friends -

“Of course. What do you want to know?“

My eyes shot wide open. Where was I? Those thoughts-those pictures? How was that possible?

My-my hoof- It’s clenched in – in- by Celestia-How long was I standing there lost in this twisted daydream clopping like a madmare, before mistress smooth voice, nothing less than angelic in it's nature, brought me back to reality. I should just listen and obey this beautiful voice.

What? I shook my head violently.

I heard a cough and looked toward its source-my mistress. She smiled at me-lucky me. Oh, right she had asked me something. Mistress asked us something. My face burned-how could I make her wait!

“I-“

What did I want to know again? How could I forget it? To give myself to her! Right.

No! What was I thinking!

“I am sorry!” I apologized- Why? Why did I? What’s wrong with me? “I forgot it-“

“Oh! Don’t worry.”

She raised her hoof, as if to take another step forward.

Was she trying to leave the circle? That was not possible. And if? What then?

“Let me help you remind you why you summoned me.”

And she put it down outside the circle?!? She could traverse the circle? How? That’s impossible! I followed the instruction.

I need to get away- I-

I was frozen in place. I couldn’t move!

“You wanted to know how you can claim her as your own, right? Bind her to you-”

A part of me screamed to run, run as fast as possible. But I couldn't move. My body didn't obey me.

Get away from her. Why?

“How could you-?”

The circle had failed. Maybe the circle was never intended to work? No, from the moment she entered she was just playing with me-

“That’s why you've found the room in the first place.”

She was right in front of me. Her crimson lips were so close to mine. Beg her to kiss you!

“I don’t understand. I-“

I had to fight this. I had to fight her magic invading my mind under all costs or else I might lose myself to her or worse-

“You engulfed yourself in research to forget her- But you couldn’t. With despair you called out to me and I listened to your pleading.”

She came closer and closer. Soon she would be in front of me- taking everything from me and claiming me as her toy-

“And then I've graciously given you the means to accomplish your goal and you? You casted it away. Twi- I am disappointed.”

Would that really be that bad? To be her toy for all eternity?

“Stop-“ I whimpered more to the voice in my head than Lily.

“Luckily your mistress came all this way just to help you.”

YES! IT WOULD BE!

With the last ounce of willpower my horn flared as if my life depended on it. With a voice rivaling Luna’s royal voice I screamed:

“Step back, Lily! Your master orders you!”

But she only smiled, like a loving mother smiles at the futile tantrums of a foal. A dreadful feeling entered my mind. There was no escape- Why should we?

“Oh, silly Twilight. You were never in control”

'NO!' I screamed in my mind- silencing those voices creeping at my mind.

I had fought worse, I would not surrender, I would not give up.

My horn ignited with raw magic, ready to strike her down with all my force.

As her hoof gently touched my face I felt a tear running down my face.

She only gently smiled at me, as my magic dispatched into thin air.

“Good girl.”

She pressed her soft lips on mine. They faintly tasted of sweet nectar. In this moment I was nothing more than an unworthy insect craving for more of the sweet honey, known as her salvia. My tongue reached out to Lily’s lips, which generously parted, letting the tip of my tongue slip into her mouth. Immediately my taste buds rejoiced. My mind burned with desire to taste more, swallow this divine liquid. My mistress granted me my desire by wrestling her own tongue with mine. I was swallowing her salvia like it was water and I was about to die of thirst. Even such comparison barely approximated the satisfaction I felt. Her salvia alone was enough for me to reach a level of happiness I had never achieved before. Indescribable was the desperation as she gently pushed me away, leaving a slimy trail of pinkish liquid still connecting the tips of our tongues.

“Please more! I beg you please more mistress!” I pleaded as if my life was on the line.

Lily pressed her hoof on my lips hushing my desperate pleads for more. My nose flared taking in as much of her scent as possible.

“Enough. You can have more when we meet again. For now, we need to hurry, as my time here is limited.”

My lust filled brain was unable to comprehend her words. I just wanted more. Without hesitation, I began to plant small kisses on her hoof.

“Oh, you are so cute! You really are just like her!”

My goddess squealed, as I continued to worship her hoof like she deserved. Moving along her hoof, I wanted to taste more and more of my goddess, basking in her glorious perfection.

It went beyond my understanding, but even her perfect, smooth skin tasted sweeter than Pinkie’s cupcakes and I craved for more of it. Soon I was kissing along her collar bone and moving down towards my true goal. My true desire.

“Maybe we have a little bit of time and can take things slower. It’s been so long since I’ve been summoned here after all. “

Lily said as she leaned back and spread her legs.

I beamed at the prospect of tasting my goddess. With awe, I looked at her swollen onyx colored vulva and her huge mammary and puffy nipples. For a moment, I was torn between those two choices, but her winking clitoris invited my tongue to explore her depths.

My mouth moved towards her glistening lips. I slowly moved my tongue along her outer lips, kissing and carefully caressing her winking clitoris. Soft moans escaped my mistress, as I continued my administrations. Soon my eyes caught small bead of liquorice like liquid leaking out of her.

“Do you see it? You should avoid these beads of corruption. Or- do you want to become my slave for eternity?”, my goddess asked sheepishly as if she didn’t know any better.

After all, those words, those magical words promised so much. There was no hesitation as I latched on her mound with my mouth, trying my best to not even let one drop escape me.

“That’s right. Drink from me and fall-“

She didn’t need to order me- nothing would have stopped me from doing it. As my tongue tasted the first drop- it-it felt wrong- I nearly tried to move away. It burned inside me. Something burned in me. But I wanted it so much.

“Let’s increase the pace a little bit“

Suddenly she grabbed the back of my head and pushed it forward. I felt her clitoris swelling inside my mouth, taking ridiculous proportions. Breathing became difficult as my mouth filled with more and more of her liquid. Reflexly my head tried to move away, only to be generously held back by my mistress hooves. I couldn't bear even the thought of wasting one drop of her gift.

Without any restraint, my mistress ravaged my mouth, using me as nothing but a mere toy for her pleasure. I was nearly drowned by the now copious amount of black liquid flowing down my throat. Nonetheless I loved every second of it, panting and groan at the thought of pleasing my mistress.

A tingling warmth began to course through my belly, slowly moving south and setting my privates on fire. I reached down toward my own crotch, seeking my own clit to clenching the burning desire. As my mistress continued to use me for her own pleasure, I began rubbing myself.

My moist pussy felt wetter than ever before. I had explored my body numerous times before, but this was something different. Every touch, every rub, every friction of my hoof sent a cascade of pleasure towards my brain.

This however did not go unnoticed by my mistress.

“Am I not enough for you?”

I couldn’t answer, nor was I supposed to. I felt another shift in my mouth, before she withdrew her still growing and transforming clitoris. Right before my eyes and watering mouth her clit had changed to a horse penis rivaling even Big Mac’s. And to my utter delight more of the black liquid was seeping out of its tip.

“Open wide-“

Before I could even fully open my mouth, she had already lurched forward. With a swift thrust, I felt her cock hitting the back of my throat.

“Tight”

She only said, as she abused my throat as her toy, moving my head with her hooves along her shaft. I could no longer breath, but it didn’t matter as waves of pleasure rocket through my body everytime her cock hit the back of my throat. Without rubbing myself and despite or because of the pain and lack of air, I felt myself closer to an orgasm than ever before. Every thrust was better than any orgasm I'd ever experienced. More and more endorphins rushed through my brain, building up for a cresecendo of pleasure beyond my imagination.
With a particular powerful thrust my heart stopped for a moment, as the biggest orgasm of my life hit me. Warm juices trickled down my thighs as my cunt rhythmically tensed and relaxed to milk a nonexistent intruder. My whole body quivered as my mind emptied, but I did not pass out. After all my mistress was still using me, her cock was still buried in my throat, her hooves still guiding me and thus increasing this pleasure to unimagineable heights.

“Do you know what I have planned for you? I’ll make you fall. Make you my personal little succupony-“, she hummed.

Her words alone brought me closer to another orgasm. My mistress didn’t stop, if anything her cock only swelled in size. She continued to use me as her little cocksleeve, pulling and moving my head like a cheap fleshlight. Again and again she hammered against my throat, abusing and using me like I deserved. This useless pet could only try her best to thank her mistress' generosity. While my tongue tried its best to massage it, I desperately clenched my throat to increase the friction. I could swear I felt it grow even more inside of me.
Another wave of bliss washed over me as a moan escaped my mistress and then another and another.

I knew, I was a good pet, as her moans turned to panting. She was approaching her own orgasm, but so was I. With every ounce of will I tried to hold on, trying my best to come together with her.

With a swift movement she pulled her cock out of my mouth, forcefully pushing me on my back. Holding her penis right in front of my face she said:“Prepare yourself to be baptized!”

In this moment we both came together. Torrents of black cum covered my face and body, mixing with my own juice. A few strains of the black liquid ended up in my wide open mouth. I held it in my mouth, tasting it, and then presenting it out to my mistress on my tongue, before swallowing it.

The liquid ran down my body leaving a burning heat everywhere it touched my skin. A new, alien sensation overcame me. My skin burned like fire, but there was no pain only pleasure. The cum slowly seeped into my body. My hooves moved on their own rubbing the rest of the liquid into my skin. The burning on my skin intensified, till it suddenly stopped.

I looked curiously down my body and saw my fur color slightly shift to a far lewder purple, while also gaining an unnatural shine to it. As I eagerly explored my body with my hooves, I noticed some other changes. My subtle breasts were getting much heavier. I looked down only to see them expand and my nipples slowly grew to match them. Dark, big areolas followed. My breast itched. Before I could reach them with my hooves, my mistress had lowered her head towards one of my nipples. She plafully licked along my areolas, drawing another moan from me. With a swift moved of her snakelike tongue she pinched the nipple, before teasingly biting it. I screamed like a madmare, as the sensation was too much for my mind to handle.

“How do you like them? Soon they will help you spread my gift,” she simply stated as I flooded the floor with even more of my girl-cum.

“But not yet,” my mistress said. “It will take quite some time for the final changes to take hold. Time we don’t have-”

“Huhuh-“, I breathed heavily. This body was too much for me, every movement, every touch, every sensation was amplified a hundredfold. But I knew, my mistress wouldn't show me any mercy, nor that I wanted any.

As I laid there she towered over me.

“You have no idea, how much I want to take you with me and do this the slow way, but we are running out of time. I can only stay here for so long before they notice me.”

All I could do in this moment, was panting. Her words made no sense for me and I didn’t care. Even though I had just experienced the greatest orgasm of my life, my body burned with need for more. Like a baby wanting her mother’s breast milk, I opened and closed my mouth, silently begging for more. My eyes looked for my mistress' pacifier I so desperately needed, but to no avail. My mistress dick had disappeared.

Sensing my dissappointment, Lily said: “Don’t worry. I’ll now feed your other mouth.”

Her tail slowly crawled towards my wet folds and I immediately understood.

I bit my lips in anticipation and moaned “Yes-“, but it was just wiggling teasingly at my folds.

My mistress smiled wickedly.

“Please,” I begged and screamed.

My body burned, as an indescribable pain ran through it. Without further hesitation, she had plunged her tail deep into me claiming my first time.

“Please, give me a moment, mistress,” I begged my body an mind not ready for more yet. Weak whimpers escaped my mouth. My mistress leaned down and kissed me softly on my lips. I lean forward as she playfully moves away, only to plant her lips upon my again. My lips part, and her tongue slips into me, while her tail continued to tantalize me. As we shared a passionately kiss, my whimpers began to turn into soft moans.

“Are you ready?”, she asked with genuine concern in her voice. My heart jumped a beat- my mistress actually cared for her little pet.

Not wanting her to wait any longer, I put my back hooves around her body, pushing her closer. She immediately understood my intentions and started slowly thrusting, carefully working her tails way deep inside me.

I panted like a little bitch as my tight, virgin opening reacted to the agonizingly slow intrusion. My muscle tensed, every time she stopped, and relaxed, as my mistress pushed slowly further inside. I didn't hide neither my pleasure as I moaned, nor my need for more as I began to thrust my hips helping the tail slip in further. I put my fronthooves around her neck pulling closer to her.

“Deeper!” I screamed, as I clung to my mistress body so close, that I could feel her heart beating in unison with mine.

A mischievous smile formed on my mistress lips. I felt a tugging, the tail retracting out of me. My walls desperately clamped down on the tail, trying to keep it inside me, but failed. A deep feeling of emptiness spread through my body, but not for long. With an intense push, my mistress forced her tail with one strong push even deeper than before into me.

"Yes! YES!" I repeated. “More! Please mistress, more!” Above the air, holding on my mistress body with my hooves, my hips rocked in tandem to the movement of the tail to get it as deep inside as possible.

Never before I needed something this desperately. This tail NEEDED to be inside me, far deeper. Something waited there for it. Something important.

Pressing myself forcefully against my mistress, our bodys deeply interwined, the carnal pleasure was suddenly interrupted by a powerful ache. I nearly let go of my mistress, before I realised the origin of the pain.

The tail had reached the tight muscle ring sealing my inner most sanctuary.

“This is the moment, Twilight. There is no turning back if you accept me into you,” she said.

I bit my lip, before softly speaking: ”Please-“

“I can’t hear you-“, she teasingly said.

“Please! Claim me!”

“Beg for it! Welcome the corruption in your being! Give up your soul to me!”

“YES! Take it!” I cried pushing my hips towards my mistress.

The indescribable pain turned to waves of pure pleasure as I felt my womb pried open by her tail. She had finally claimed my most holy sanctuary. My mistress thrusted into me again and again, while I humped like a whore in her rhythm. Again and again she pierced right into my womb, as our moans filled the room. My pussy throbbed as her tail inflated.

“Here it comes!”, she screamed, small bulges in her tail slowly moving towards my eager vagina. Immediately I flexed my hips wider to accommodate better for the incoming load. The moment I felt the first load unleashed deep inside me, a burning heat rushed through me. It burned, it burned away so much of my doubts, my thoughts, my worries and left only pure pleasure in its wake and the need for more, far more.

As another bulge of pleasure was released inside me, a primal cry for more escaped my lips, as my tongue sticked out further than possible. My hips slammed against my mistress and her legs gave in. Laying on the ground, my mistress now atop of me I saw the third and last bulge entering me.

My body convulsed in orgasmic rapture. Never before I felt like this. Every fiber of my body rejoiced in utter bliss. The waves of pure pleasure emptied my mind and my vision turned black. In this very moment as orgasm after orgasm swept through my being, something left me, besides torrents of girlcum. Something I didn’t need any more and my mistress took for herself.

As my vision returned, I panted heavily, somehow haggling with my own tongue in the process.

It felt alien, but right. It had split at the end, creating a forked, snakelike tip- just like my mistress’. Beaming with pride, I looked down myself, hoping for more changes. My thighs were clenched in dark liquid, a part of me hoping it to be mine, and my mistress tail was still buried deep in me. I looked up to her. Her eyes were rolled back and drool was running down the corners of her mouth. A deep pride filled me, I had pleased her well.

“Ah-Ah-“, she panted heavily. “This taste- this flavor, you’ll love it too once you corrupt you friends and lovers.” She licked her lips.

“My mistress?”, I asked slightly confused, before a faint smell hit my nose.

“Just a moment- This taste. It’s been far too long, since I had such a delicacy-“, she ravished in her afterglow, while I flickered my tongue drawing in more of this unknown, yet familiar smell.

She smiled at my gesture, then kissed me deeply. Her tongue and mine intertwined.

A faint taste of something familiar and yet alien was left on it. Something delicious.

“Your soul was exquisite.”

“My soul?”, I asked while trying to steal another kiss from my mistress.

“Yes, you are mine now. There’s no way for you to return.”

She gently rubbed my hips, where my cutie mark had been- or used to be. I smiled. I was now truly hers.

“Thank you,” tears of joy (?) filling my eyes as I hugged her.

She gently smiled.

“My time here is up - for now. I must return to my own world. I am sorry.”

“Please do not leave me mistress,” I begged, I wasn’t ready yet. My body and mind were not finished yet.

“Do not worry. I’ll return once you have been fully reborn. Just finish your transformation, then summon me again.”

“How?”, I asked my vision slowly blurring as the fatigue overtook my mind.

“Don’t worry. You will just need to get rid of the last bits of your former self. Now sleep, my cute little sister-“, she said leaning down to me.

My weary eyes closed. The last thing I felt before sleep overtook me, was her lips softly touching my blushing cheeks.

Author's Note

First of all: Special thanks to Shadowsoffate42 for proofreading!

This is my first story and English is not my native language.
I am pretty sure, you guessed as much, after reading this story

I plan to release the next chapter at the end of April/ beginning of May.
It will feature Twilight fully turning into a succupony and transforming Spike in the process.
I am still unsure, if he should become a succubus, incubus or a simple imp. This decision will have an huge impact on the rest of the story, that's why I haven't made up my mind yet.
Please leave a comment to tell me what you would prefer.

Also, please leave any comments on how I can improve my writing style.