In which it sort of works out
“That’s it!” Cackled a certain lavender mare. “I’ve figured it out!”
Twilight, as could be quite assumable, had never been any good with stallions. At the onset of puberty, she was too engrossed in her studies to give any particular attention towards the drama of her peers, who spent so much of their time engrossed with interrelationship gossip. Who wants to hear about the fifth time some mare and her coltfriend broke up when you could be debating the practicality of Theorem #233 or #301 in the use of magic wood patterning? Only those who don’t take their theorems seriously, that’s who. At least, that was her reasoning.
Along with learning the magic of friendship came learning general social dynamics, something which for most of Twilight’s life was a rarely thought of concept. With that, she became exposed to the entire world of dating, thus making the concept of coltfriends something tangible. Thanks to the shortage of stallions, only the mares who stood out really had any chance of getting one. Luckily for Twilight, after she became a princess she became the most known of mare in Ponyville. Unluckily for Twilight, her social anxiety didn’t disappear at the same time as her social aversion. Simply put, coltfriends had, in Twilight’s mind, always been for others better than her. Hotter, more shapely mares - which she certainly was not. She was a nerdy, maybe slightly pudgy recluse, and no matter the reality she couldn’t see herself differently. To talk with a stallion in a personal conversation made her nervous, and to date one was unthinkable.
But, Twilight was still a mare. Although she may have not been interested in relationships during puberty, she was certainly interested in the erotica section of local bookstores. A dozen or so such novels were still hidden in the mattress of her old bed, the ones which didn’t make the transfer over to the treebrary. As time went by her desire increased, up to the point where she almost braved buying a toy from an adult store. Almost.
In the last few weeks Twilight had been getting particularly angsty, and she had decided to look into an aspect of magic which she had only previously dabbled in; summoning. She wasn’t a complete novice, and in her fillyhood she had a grand time summoning the neighbor’s cat to pet, but this time she had something a tad more illicit in mind. A demon. An incubus.
Had Twilight consulted anyone else on this particular matter, a pony in a more rational state of mind might have said something along the lines of, ‘But Twilight, they’ll suck your energy out and kill you!’. Twilight, however, had mathematically calculated the risk and reward, and due to the reward being infinite decided that it was at least worth a try.
Our presently maybe-just-a-little-psychotic princess continued with her monologue, relieved about having finished the last while’s work. .
“It was right in front of me all along! Oh how could I be so stupid, I forgot about the entire isochoric calorific capacity!” She bemoaned, standing in front of a chalkboard covered with mathematical formula. In a rush of motion, the chalk she held in her telekinesis raced across the board and wrote down a few more unintelligible symbols. “There!”
She double and triple checked her writings before sitting down on her haunches, firm that she had everything right. The impact of that hit her a second later, with a blush and a lecherous smile coming to her face. “Now,” She said slyly. “Where did I put the lube?”
A few minutes later, Twilight had gathered a collection of objects on the floor before her. A blindfold, the lube, and a couple lengths of rope being the most noteworthy.
“Now all I have to do is cast the spell.” She said to herself, horn lighting up.
With her eyes screwed shut in concentration, Sparkle was unable to see the exact effects her efforts were having. Without any particularly grandiose flashes or sounds, a single tendril of purple magic lept from her horn and plopped onto the ground, where it formed a puddle which promptly began to writhe and bubble.
Instantly worn out and panting, Twilight barely refrained from rolling over in exhaustion, instead opting to sit down again to watch the proceeds. In a matter of seconds, the magic puddle began to violently sizzle and slowly grow in size. It took only a moment for it to go from a foot across to a yard across, where it then abruptly stopped. The sizzling began to die down, and then right before it seemed that nothing further was going to happen, the puddle shimmered once and turned a pitch tar black.
Had any other pony been observing this, they would’ve more likely than not panicked and ran for help far before this point. Twilight, on the other hand, knew what she was getting into. It had taken many nights of studying dubiously legal texts to get this far, and if anything more brimstone and screaming was sort of expected by this point. In order to summon a lesser demon, imps or other various Tartarus wildlife, it took only a summoning circle and basic spellcrafting knowledge. Incubus’, as it turned out, were the equivalent of lesser demon nobility; no sacrifices or virgins were required, but they needed more of a push than just what some measly old summoning circle could give. And that’s what Twilight had done, she had created what amounted to a selective vacuum cleaner that poked into Tartarus and dragged the demon of her desire out.
She sat there for a few seconds, staring at the amalgamation of the last few week’s research. What would he be like? Would he be mad? Would her bindings work? Would he just immediately jump her bones?
Another dozen seconds passed, and Twilight began to get worried. She got off her haunches and took a few steps towards the portal, convinced something must’ve been wrong, before a rather large something flung through at speed and impacted her ceiling. With a small yelp, she jumped backwards and out of the way. Said something unstuck itself from the roof and fell to the floor in an unceremonious face-down heap.
There was absolute silence for a moment as Twilight took in what had just happened. That… wasn’t exactly expected, but the spell seemed to have worked. It didn’t seem that the demon she had summoned was a pony, though. Rather, it was an odd beige creature, some Tartarus-specific hellbeast no doubt.
Alarmingly, it wasn’t moving.
“Hello?” Twilight weakly called out.
“Augh.” It groaned in response.
At least it wasn’t dead. Neither said anything for a moment, until Twilight again spoke up. “A-are you alright?”
There was another short silence before the demon said anything. “No.”
She gave a short, nervous giggle. “That was my, ah, summoning spell. Do you happen to be possibly a demon?”
“...What? When I’m tired, maybe.” It breathed in sharply, still prone. “Did I fall into some damn crackhead den?”
“Oh good,” Twilight gave a faux smile, ignoring its ramblings, “So, are you, uh, going to do anything? Maybe just a little bit of ravishing possibly maybe?”
It said nothing, then shifted to lay on its side to face Twilight. “Wha?" It blinked dozily. "Oh hey, neat. A pony.”
“Yup, that’s me,” Twilight shakily chuckled, “A pony.”
It stared at her, its two beady eyes jumping over her form. “Hell yeah.”
Twilight simply stood there, not too sure what to do or say.
It spoke up again. “Come on over here, pony.”
The sudden command immediately brought a heavy blush to her face, her wings springing open uncontrollably. This was it.
“S-should I get the l-l-lube?” She questioned, stuttering.
“Lube?” It repeated. “Nah.”
“...A-alright.” Twilight took a breath and collected her wits, anticipation building. She took a few hesitant steps across the crystal floor of her castle until she was standing over its still form.
It remained on the ground, continuing to simply look at her. Twilight awkwardly stood there for a moment, both of them gazing at each other. Without any forewarning, in a flash of movement the beast lunged up at her and wrapped its arms around her barrel, dragging her to the ground. The mare gave a short squeak as her face was pressed against its chest, the incubus no doubt preparing to penetrate her.
It did nothing. She remained still, bracing herself. It still did nothing. Her arousal waned, being replaced with confusion.
“Man ponies are cute.” It mumbled, running one hand through her mane and pulling her closer with the other.
Twilight kept herself still. Was this foreplay?
It promptly buried its face in her mane, hugging her even tighter. “Thank you Jesus.”
In one of the rare moments of her life, Twilight was completely and utterly at a loss for what to do. Her mind raced for an explanation, something that would explain why she wasn’t currently being rapidly fornicationed. Brain damage from the fall? Can demons even get brain damage? Suddenly, she recalled a certain portion of a textbook which seemed oddly alike the current situation.
Still pressed against it, she asked a question. “Are… are you an incubus?”
“Huh?” The hand in her mane gave a squeeze before he answered. “I’mma human.”
Twilight’s eyes shot open, realizing her mistake in an instant. She had messed up her spell somewhere along the line. Humans, an offshoot of incubus's, better known as cuddle incubus’s or cuddle fiends and a great deal rarer to summon. More permanent than other demons, and known to grow attached to the first mare they saw… involving pampering her, kissing her, and in the vast majority of cases, marriage.
“...Oh no.” She gasped. The human tried to bury its face deeper into her hair, using one hand to happily pet her back while using the other to run its fingers through her mane.
It gave no respite. “Jesus I love mares so much.”
