Author's Note

Kinks: Foreplay, Blowjob, Stomach Bulge, and a Kinky Imp.

Accidental Summoning

Runic Script was a lonely, horny, teenaged colt. Lonely because he was one of the nerdiest of unicorns, and wasn’t impressively built, so the mares weren’t fawning over him like they would the buckball team. Horny for that same reason, since he’d never been with a mare his own age. He didn’t understand what was so unappealing about himself. While his colors were bland, his magic wasn’t unimpressive. It contrasted nicely with his tan coat and black mane and tail. The only thing that really set him apart were his violet eyes.

He was attending Baltimare’s college to brush up on his ancient languages, trying to understand the old runes that ancient ponies used to perform more complex workings. Like how a team of unicorns could raise and lower the sun and moon without burning up and dying due to mana overstrain. Things like that. It spoke to him on a fundamental level. He’d even found a book that seemed to be written in an old, old version of Ponish, with runes interspersed here and there that seemed to form complete spell chains. He didn’t know what they were, but they all seemed to be grammatically correct.

So, on a hunch, the unicorn colt cleared some room in his apartment and used a little paint to inscribe a circle on the floor. Water-soluble, so it’d wash right off. And on the inside he inscribed the most complete rune chain he’d seen in the book with the same paint, so that all evidence could be washed away that he’d done something to the floor before his landlord could find out.

...Nothing happened once he was done. He waited for a moment before remembering that he’d probably have to give it a jolt of magic to work. His horn lit up and fed magic into the runes.

After a quick spark, the runes glowed ethereally, and pulsed with a life of their own. The glow built before the inner circle was filled with a gout of smoke, hiding the result from the unicorn.

There was coughing from within the smoke. “What in the Hells?” Came a feminine voice, with more than a bit of a southern twang. “Hello?”

A red-skinned hand popped out of the smoke and waved away said smoke.

In the circle was a small biped. She (very clearly a she) was smol, barely making it up to his chest. Her slit-irised, yellow-sclera eyes blinked at him, looking rather confused behind her black-rimmed glasses. Her lips were black, and she had a small, rather cute nose. Her hair, what there was of it, was buzzed close to her head. A pair of short black horns sat atop her head. She was wearing gray sweatpants (he noted the small, black cloven hooves for feet), a v-neck black tank-top, revealing a little bit of cleavage from her small-ish chest, as well as a blue hoodie that hung loose around her shoulders.

“Uh, hi.” She blinked at him. “Y’all call me on purpose?” She looked down at the scribbles on the floor. “Oooooh, I see what went wrong. Y’all got the succubus and imp runes mixed up.” She walked over and grabbed the paintbrush, only to walk back over and make a couple adjustments to one of the runes. “See, only a little different.” She looked over her shoulder. “Easy mistake sweetie, it’s fine.” She smiled at him. “Now, come ta think of it, that’s probably why y’all get all those stories of wizards having imp familiars. Poor guy’s are probably lonely and they end up with, well, somebody like me.”

“I, um.” Runic coughed a bit. “I wasn’t actually expecting it to work,” he admitted, floating over the book he’d copied the runes out of. “The language this is written in is really old, and the meanings of some words have drifted over time. I didn’t know what it would do, so I’m sorry to have bothered you.”

“Aww, it’s fine honey. Coulda been much worse, all things considered.” She patted his shoulder. “Yer kinda lucky, you call a succubus and she’da fucked ya stupid, literally.”

At that the colt blushed. “I, wasn’t aware that was a possibility,” he admitted. “I was just trying to get the runes to work.”

“Well, Ah’m proud a ya, y’all did yer first demon-summoning and aren’t dead or some hussies bitch.” She smiled sweetly. “An’ where are my manners, my mom’d tan my ass, Ah’m Mandy.” She held out a small hand.

“Runic Script,” the colt replied, putting one of his forehooves in her hand, not sure where she’d go from there. “So. I don’t exactly know a whole lot of the runes in the book, I just picked the most complete looking runic sentence and went with it,” he informed Mandy. “I’m not sure I can...send you back.”

“That’s just fine, most exciting thing ta happen ta me in… ever.” She giggled while shaking his hoof, what she could get her hand around. “See, Ah’m just an office drone. Actually y’all caught me when Ah was gettin ready for a night in, after work. Ah could use a vacation, even if it’s extended.”

“Okay then…” Runic blinked at her nonchalant attitude. “So...what do you want to do first?” he asked the imp. “I mean, it’s only fair, I pulled you out of your home, you should decide what I can do to repay you.”

“Well what do y’all do fer fun?” She asked, tilting her head a little as she shrugged out of her hoodie. “Though, that probably means somethin’ different if yer just a lonely stallion.” She winked and stuck her tongue out at him.

“I mean, the most fun I’ve had over the past few days has been trying to decipher the runes in that book,” the colt admitted, finally putting it down on a nearby table. “Mares don’t exactly go for a lanky unicorn when there are impressive earth pony stallions who attend the college on a buckball scholarship to pick from.”

“Awwww, an’ here I was gonna ask if y’all had any friends, or girlfriends for that matter.” She patted his shoulder again. “Ya poor thing. Y’all… gotta take care a yerself. If y’all have a sex drive, that is. An’ please tell me ta shut up if ya need to, nobody really gives a fuck where Ah’m from.”

“I mean, I care, I summoned you here, I ought to care about your well-being,” Runic countered, before coughing awkwardly, blushing, and looking away. “And, yeah. Sometimes I’m around the stallions and the mares flirt with them...or flirt their tails, and I see things, and I have to go home to take care of the issue before I’m presenting in public.”

“Aww, honey.” She cooed, reaching up to stroke his mane. “Y’all ever been laid?”

Runic couldn’t form a verbal answer, instead opting to shake his head so he didn’t squeak out of embarrassment.

“Ya wanna get laid?” She asked, meeting his eyes as if to make sure it was what he wanted.

“I mean,” he said with a slightly higher tone. “I don’t want to impose on you...but if you’re offering, I wouldn’t say no…”

“Wanna just take it slow, or would ya rather just dive in tha deep end?” She asked. “I wanna make sure you’re comfortable, since, well, it’s been quite awhile for me. I don’t wanna push ya, if yer not ready for anythin.”

“I’m...more than ready,” the nerdy unicorn said. “I’ve just never had anyone to...do anything with. I’m mentally prepared, just physically inexperienced.” The way he kept reminding himself to take deep breaths and not shiver in anticipation was a testament to his mental self-control.

“Wanna fix that?” She asked as she tugged her tank-top up and over her head, letting her small breasts bounce a little. “And since yer, already naked, mind if I join ya?”

“I mean, it would make the whole thing...easier,” he pointed out, doing his best to not stare as she revealed more of herself to him.

“What, y’all like mah boobs?” She asked, looking a little surprised as she tugged her sweatpants down and stepped out of them, leaving herself in her black panties.

“The only thing I’ve seen comparable to them are mare’s teats, which aren’t the same,” the colt pointed out.

“So, it’s more a new thing.” She said, tugged her panties down, maybe a little slower than necessary as she bent over and showed off her rather plump ass and puffy pussy lips.

That started to get the colt riled up, his sheath plumping up as his shaft started to inflate due to what she was showing off. He breathed a little deeper, knowing that this was the reaction she wanted. This time, he told himself, it was alright to show off.

She turned around. “Well got damn, I’d say y’all are packin, but then again that’s probably a pony thing.” She met his eyes. “This is a stupid question, but ya ever get a handjob?”

In response, the stallion held up a hoof and wiggled it around, even as his cock started to emerge from its sheath like a snake leaving a hole.

“Right, stupid question, um, ya want one?” She asked, putting her hands on her hips.

“I mean, you’re small enough that you could probably just duck down under me and-” Runic started to say.

She immediately ducked under him, she ran her her tongue over her hands and slowly, starting at the flare, ran her hands down the growing shaft. “Sorry, y’all are big, need ta use two. And don’t ya worry if ya bust quick like, it’s fine sweetie. We have all… Ah’m assumin it’s evenin’?”

“Just...turned that way,” the colt confirmed. His cock was large enough that both her hands barely made a complete circle around it, and long enough that were she mortal it’d take up most of her chest cavity. It was certainly a new sensation, getting two small, slick hands around his shaft. He was going to say he had experience with his hoof and could last a while, but he wasn’t so sure now that her hands were around him.

“Sam Hell, y’all’d turn me inta a cocksock regardless a which end ya wanted ta fuck.” She commented as she ran her hands up to the flare then stroked down to his medial ring, only to lightly massage and gently squeeze it.

“A-ah…careful,” the colt warned. “If you tease that bit too much I won’t last.”

Her hands slid up to massage his flare. “Now don’t tell me ya haven’t wanted ta bust all over a mare’s face.”

“I-if I do that, you’ll get...painted white,” he managed to warn through his pants.

“Ah’ll just wash off in yer sink or somethin. Tempted ta just-” She went quiet before her lips pressed against his flare.

Runic’s eyes widened. She wouldn’t try to suck on him, would she?

She hummed as he felt her hot mouth slowly take his flare. Her lips sealed around the flared head and he felt her tongue tease around. Her hands slid down and squeezed and rubbed back and forth over his medial ring.

Her digits, the warmth, the mimicking of being inside a mare, was all too much for the young stallion. His cock twitched a few times, which was the only warning Mandy got before she received squirt after squirt of stallion seed directly in her mouth.

He felt her start to swallow. Her hands quickly stroked to get the most out of him. Then he felt her start to softly suck, drinking the seed seeping from his cock.

It took a minute for him to stop cumming, and eventually he looked under himself, somehow already knowing he wouldn’t see a mess.

Mandy’s head came away with a light pop. She used a hand to wipe away a small dribble, then proceeded to lick it off. “Messes can be hot, but Ah don’t wanna leave a mess on yer floor.” She said, looking at the upside-down face.

“...Now I feel kinda bad that I didn’t do anything for you,” the colt replied, once he’d come down off his high.

“Ya got a couch or a bed?” She asked. “Cause ya certainly can while ya wait ta get hard again.”

“I mean...you assume that’s going to take a while,” the colt pointed out. “But sure, the bedroom’s through that door over there.” He pointed with a hoof.

She stepped out from under him, only to climb up onto his back. “Well then, let’s go.”

Runic chuckled before walking over to the bedroom door and going through, revealing a decently sized bed, far too much for a single pony, and well-made besides. He shut the door behind them and walked up to the bedside, letting his imp passenger climb off onto the comfy piece of furniture.

“This is nice, seems a bit too big, but it’s fine.” She said as she laid down on the comforter. “And ya could easily just lay me down, press mah tits ta the bed and rail me as hard as ya want. Y’all could do that unless ya wanna go explorin.” She winked, reaching down to spread her puffy pink lips. A line of slick licked the lips between her fingers.

...Well, she’d been kind enough for his pleasure. He could return the favor. His horn lit up and dragged the imp over to the edge of the bed. Bringing her hips into easy licking range. The colt leaned down and let his large, flat tongue lick over the lips between her legs, tasting her lust as he pleasured her with his oral organ.

“Mmmm, really tempted ta just grab yer head and hump ya, but that’d be rude. And y’all are bein so gentle.” She cooed softly, lightly running her hands over his muzzle as he licked.

Gentle, huh? Well, if that wasn’t an invitation to go harder…

His tongue licked over her lips a final time. Then on the next lick, he pushed inwards, letting his massive (to her) tongue invade her pussy as he licked her innards.

“Oh Baby!” She gasped, her hips bucking involuntarily. Her legs pressed into the sides of his head. “Y’all are a natural! M-mmm!”

Runic pushed his tongue as deep as it could go, before slowly pulling almost the whole thing out. Then he hammered it home again, only this time repeating how quickly he’d moved on the downstroke as well. Instead of regular fucking her, he was doing it with his tongue.

She grunted, shifting to curl over his head. She hugged his head to her breasts as her legs hugged his neck. “Fuck me! Fuck me Baby!”

This was something Runic had only read about, but it seemed the time to try it. With his tongue deep in the imp, his nose pushed around until it found something small and throbbing between her lips. Then he nuzzled it, flicking the tiny clit with his nose on every thrust his tongue made, grinding it between their bodies.

“There! R-right there Honey! F-fuck!” She gasped out. “Almost sweetie- Y-ya c-can finally brag th-that y’all know how ta- m-make a g-girl- Ahhh!” She cried out humping his face as he felt the warm, spicy liquid assault his tongue.

Well, she had done the same for him. Taking ahold of her in his magic and holding her close to his muzzle, the stallion made sure the fluid didn’t escape, and that it all went straight down his throat. He didn’t want to get his bed messy yet.

“G-good- G-good boy.” She breathed, her soaked lips still twitching around his tongue. “Y-ya know what y-yer doin…”

Runic for his part just kept holding the imp up with his magic, waiting for her to stop twitching before withdrawing his tongue and putting the smaller form down on his bed.

“Woooweee…” She breathed. “Haven’t been tongue-fucked like that in… forever. Ah’m fuckin keepin you.” She giggled, laying limply on the bed as she caught her breath.

Then she noticed that the colt hadn’t been lying earlier, he was already hard again. His cock throbbed and twitched under his barrel.

“Awww, honey, y’all wanna bury that somewhere?” She asked with a wink. “Would it be easier for me ta roll over?”

The colt looked down at her before frowning. “I’m mostly worried about hurting you,” he pointed out. “You’re kinda small compared to me after all.”

“Honey, y’all ever look up some kinky comics?” She asked, raising a brow with a bit of a smirk.

“I’m not sure I’ve ever looked up anything like this,” he confessed.

“So the term stomach bulge doesn’t mean anythin to ya?” She giggled, lightly squeezing a breast.

“I’m pretty sure this goes beyond that,” the colt countered.

“Honey, I’ll be blunt, demons in general are durable, and damn-near immortal. Also, imps can stretch, if ya know what I mean.” She explained. “It’s some really weird shit, but I assure ya sweetie, I’ll be fine. Y’all can make me a cocksock, just hold my shoulders and go ham.”

Well, with permission given…

The colt climbed up on the bed and sat on his haunches, spreading his forelegs to reveal that towering spire of stallion flesh. His magic picked the imp up and pointed her pussy at the flared head of his cock, his hooves going up to grip her around her waist. “You’re sure,” he confirmed one last time.

She reached down and held his flare against her lips. “Push.”

He did.

Despite some initial resistance to getting the flare in, she sunk down on the rest of his shaft, gliding across it. She gasped, breath temporarily knocked out of her. She took a deep breath. “T-told ya, Honey. How do Ah feel?”

“Honestly?” Runic shifted around a bit. “Hot, tight, wet, and like I could just leave you there and...walk around. You feel...secure there.”

“Tha’s hot.” She snorted, only to flex and squeeze at the massive shaft visibly bulging out of her stomach. “But just ya wait.” Her hands reached down and she started to massage and stroke. The colt let out a gasp as she did, the cock visibly twitching inside of her with each ministration.

“That feels so much better,” he admitted.

“Y’all don’t need ta move.” Mandy groaned softly. Her hands massaged the flared bulge, only for her legs to stretch out and gently rub against his balls. “Want mama ta take care a ya while yer buried in her?”

“Oh fuck,” Runic hissed. “Mandy you feel so good,” he admitted. “I’m not sure how long I’ll last like this.”

“Mmmm, how many times ya think ya could bust in a row?” She asked, her hands sliding down, feeling for his medial ring as her calves rubbed against his fuzzy balls.

“I-I don’t know,” he admitted, his cock already threatening to unload again.

“Let’s find out.” She said with a husky growl. A hand slid up and squeezed at his flare, as the other started to quickly press and rub over his medial ring. “Just let it all out.”

His cock twitched a few times before her stomach started to bulge for an entirely different reason, stallion seed being deposited as deep as possible in the smol imp.

She only squeezed and rubbed faster. “Gimme all of it honey. M-mmmm, fuck, m-might need ta deposit all this in a bathroom when we’re done.” She groaned as her stomach swelled.

It took another minute for the stallion to finish inflating the imp, before he sat back, taking the imp with him as his cock held her up.

She rested against his stomach and moaned softly as she rubbed her at her clit. “D-don’t mind me, y’all just feel good.”

“You feel amazing,” the stallion admitted, one hoof rubbing between her horns.

“You feel amazing.” She teased before she let out a breathy gasp. She only managed a few weak squeezes. “Ah’m good… Fuck, gonna make a mess when I get off ya.”

“We can go to the bathroom for the uncorking,” the stallion promised.

“Great idea, might wanna do that in tha shower.” She giggled. “How are ya feelin, sweetie?”

“Honestly?” The colt thought about it for a moment. “Like a great weight’s been lifted off my chest. Something I’ve never had the chance to do, I finally did, and enjoyed it.”

“That’s cause y’all just pumped that great weight inta me.” She snorted.

That had been a week ago. And Runic still hadn’t figured out how to send Mandy back. Then again, he was given very good incentives not to.

“Made ya some lunch.” Mandy announced herself, carrying a tray over her head while she only wore an apron. “How’s the translating going? Ya sure ya don’t want mah help?”

“I’d be admitting defeat then, and you know I don’t do that,” Runic teased. After a look in the mirror from the first day, he’d found he finally got his mark, which was a set of runes. Apparently he was meant to work with the runic tongue for spellwork. He just didn’t have the good fortune to have a more modern book with any runes in them. So he was also having to major in mostly extinct languages to translate the books with the runes in.

Of course, the past week had been a delirious blur of pleasure, as Mandy was demonstrating. She believed in kitchen safety. And also being treated like a toy.

“Lemme know if ya need a break.” She winked at him, putting the tray on the table and turning around, showing off her ass as she looked over her shoulder and winked at him.

Runic’s horn lit up and took her apron off, before slowly pulling the imp to rest against his hardening cock. It was only the work of a moment before she was back under him, being supported only by his length as he studied the book. “A distraction is always welcome~” he purred.

“And Ah’m one Hell of a distraction.”