FiO: Twisted Adventure

Solar Beam stared at me and shook her head, “I can’t believe you picked to become a Whorelock.”

I smiled at her, “Why? I mean, it wasn’t on my shortlist but it turned out to be too good to not go for. Have you seen the perks? Almost as good as Chosen! And you don’t have an alicorn bossing you around.”

“No, instead you get an eldritch sugar daddy.”

“Well, yes,” I admitted and then shrugged, “But really, Rexxerix seems quite sweet and as long as I follow the rules, he keeps giving me gifts.”

I raised my hoof to touch the collar with its name in runes inscribed into it around my neck.

Beam shrugged, “Oh well, up to you I suppose,” she admitted, “I have an essay to write, I’ll see you later.”

That was a good point, I did as well.

As she left, I headed over to my small desk and pulled out a book.

“She seems nice,” a voice whispered from my collar.

“She is,” Answered softly, “Beam’s my best friend here. She wants to be a researcher though, I want to explore the world and go on adventures.”

“Don’t worry, Pet. I’ll help keep you safe. Why don’t you put that book away and I’ll teach you a spell?”

I hesitated, “I don’t know, I really need to get the essay on healing potions done before tomorrow and I have barely started.”

“Don’t worry, Pet,” Rexxerix whispered softly from my collar, “This shouldn’t take more than an hour or so. Plenty of time to finish it after.”

“I guess,” I admitted, “Can we do it here or do I need to go to a spell range?”

“Here works, it’s not a ranged spell,” Rexxerix explained, “The spell in question makes small quasi portals, allowing me to manifest tentacles to assist or protect you.”

I blinked and glanced down towards my collar, “Really? That sounds like advanced magic. Summoning of any sort is pretty hard.”

“It’s not a summoning,” Rexxerix explained, “And you are channeling my magic, not your own. So don’t worry, all the heavy lifting is on my end of things.”

“Okay…” I admitted and jumped off the chair and walked onto the floor, “So what do I do?”

Rexxerix spent a couple of minutes explaining the spell mechanics to me and it really wasn’t anything difficult. Only slightly trickier than the Eldritch Blast Rexxerix taught me before when it took up the collar.

I slowly nodded, “I think I got it… ready?”

“Of course.”

Channeling the dark purple magic, it whirled around my horn before I shot it onto the floor before me.

A purple circle with a pentagram in the middle appeared, glowing softly as a smooth tentacle rose up through it. Deep purple and somewhat translucent, it was longer than a pony and as thick as my foreleg.

“Very well done, Pet,” Rexxerix said from my collar and the tentacle moved towards me, running across my ears and mane.

“Thank you,” I said and arched slightly into his touch, “You were right, that wasn’t that hard. The drain isn’t that bad either, I could likely do five or six at once.”

Rexxerix made a sound of agreement, “I think you may be right,” and ran his tentacle across my flank, caressing my flame cutiemark, “You’re a very beautiful pony.”

“Thank you,” I said, unable to not blush slightly. His tentacle ran further back, brushing along my rear and tail but didn’t do anything else. He just ran it back up softly along my side, stroking along my neck and feeling the collar.

Continuing up, he held the tip of the tentacle before me.

I took half a step forward and gave the tip a small kiss. It didn’t taste like anything, just felt smooth and firm. The tentacle didn’t move for a moment before slipping from my lips to caress along the sides of my muzzle, stroking my cheeks,

“I’m not going to push you, my Pet,” Rexxerix said softly as the tentacle draped across my shoulders, the tip still stroking my cheeks, “I have only known you for a short time, Pet. But you are precious to me already. I want you to be comfortable with our compact… but could you cast this spell from time to time so I may hold you? Maybe while you sleep?”

I blushed and leaned softly against the touch of the tentacle. How come some eldritch abomination from beyond time was being more romantic than any colt or filly for that matter I met since I arrived here?

“That sounds nice,” I admitted and reached up to stroke the tentacle, “How about we try it tonight?”

He squeezed me softly in approval.