Canterlot Castle
Location: Ambassadorial suite 2B
Time: Evening

The displaced four had spent the day lounging around Dusk Shines Ambassadorial suite. They were now drinking night caps When Barb spoke up.

“So what’s our game plan moving forward?”

Charlie didn’t hear the responses because the voice of his master was currently speaking into his ear. “Hey Charlie, Find me a mirror in a safe location. I’m returning now and need to talk to the others. Whats your status?”

Charlie looked around. “Were all together in a private suite. Dusk has privacy wards up. Returning here is your safest bet.”

“Ok, find me a big enough mirror and tag it for transport.”

“Will do, boss.” With that Charlie stood and cleared his throat. “Excuse me everypony. I am not Easy Comfort. I have been covering for him so his absence wouldn’t be discovered. He is returning now and would like to talk to you all, so I will be going now.”

As he looked around, The bound soul saw that everyone seemed surprised except Dusk Shine. The mage just nodded smugly. He wondered if he had known all along. Standing, Charlie walked over to the large wall mirror and drew a series of runes with his finger.

The four friends watched in surprise as a demon pulled himself through the mirror and into their room.

Easy Comfort smiled at them all sheepishly. “I’m sorry about the ruse, but I wanted to get outside and see for myself what kind of a world we find ourselves in.” He turned and watched as Charles form turned wispy and disappeared through the frame. “Thank you Charlie.”

Barb crossed her arms and growled. “Ok, so who were we with all this time?”

Easy walked to the bar and poured himself a drink. “That was one of my friends. His name is Charlie.”

Dusk stepped forward. “Do you often bind your friends? There is so much binding magic on him, I’m surprised that he can even move.”

Easy gave a disarming grin. “Some people are just into bondage.” He swished the ice in his drink. “Anyway, about what I found. This world is mostly good and peaceful. No wars for centuries. No major problems with drugs or the poor, although they do have issues.” As he spoke, the others moved to seats closer to him and listened. “Their biggest issue is sex.” Butterscotches ears perked up. “There isn't enough of it. As far as I can tell, it's a five to one ratio between mares and stallions.”

Dusk Shine frowned. “So it's the exact opposite of our world. We have the same problem, but the ratio is reversed. More stallions than mares.”

The Incubus continued. “Well, regardless, what this means is that males here have become a lower class. Females run things and have almost all the power. Stallions have barely any influence or say on anything. They are mostly relegated to housework.” He stopped and finished off his drink. “I read several articles in the newspapers about stallion rights groups. It's what you would expect. Protests, arrests, the typical stuff.”

Butterscotch cleared his throat and nervously pawed the ground. “What about, you know…the, um, sex?”

Easy grinned demonically. “The mares are so starved for cock that they literally throw themselves at any stallion who even remotely gives them the time of day.” No one could see Butterscotch’s eyes widen beneath his bangs. The demon continued. “Why I don't think it's even possible for a stallion over fourteen to still have their V card here.”

Barb Scoffed. “Thats disgusting!”

Butterscotch seemed distracted. “…yeah…disgusting…”

Dusk asked. “So what about the day to day life here?”

Easy thought about it as he poured himself another drink. “Similar to most places. They buy and sell using disks called bits. Have banks, newspapers, barber shops, grocery stores, coffee shops.” The demon brightened up. “Oh, and these!” he said, pulling his tablet out of his pocket and tossing it to Dusk.

Dusk looked at it. “What is it?”

“It’s like an iPhone.”

“A what?”

The demon smiled. “Its a touch controlled multi purpose device. Send letters, voice conversations, get the news, the weather, etc. They are all interconnected.” He watched Dusk with worry. “Hey, be careful with that, those are more expensive than you realize.”

“Sorry.” Dusk replied as he handed the touch slate back.

“No problem. I spent most of the day out there and I have to say that we could have ended up someplace a whole lot worse.”

Dusk stood up. “Well, it's getting late and we all have a lot to think about. I say we call it a night.” He looked around at his friends and noticed one seemed distracted. “Are you Ok Butterscotch?”

Butterscotch jumped at the sound of his name. “Um, what? Yeah, just… um, thinking…” With that, the friends all went back to their own rooms. All but one, who stood indecisively in the hallway looking at the ground.

Butterscotch stood in the hallway staring at the ground as his friends all shuffled their way to their rooms for the night. He grit his teeth as tears flowed down his face. If you asked his friends, they would have said that Scotch was happy with his life, but the reality was that he wasn’t. He was lonely. He was so lonely that, to him, his soul felt like dried paper.

All his friends had been with mares. Even the socially backward Dusk Shine had a healthy sex life, while Scotch himself had never even been touched by a female. Not even an accidental brush in public. He was too shy, too timid, too awkward, and in a world where the females had the pick of any stallion they wanted, he never had a chance.

He stood in the hallway shaking under the concerned gaze of the door guardsmares. But before they could voice their concerns, he grit his teeth, wiped his eyes and walked out of the residential section. This was his chance. This was a world of sexless mares. This would be his final test. If he couldn’t get laid here, it would mean that he was beyond help. Beyond hope. Everyone had a sex life… except him.

Scotch walked the halls with no idea where he was going until he spotted a sexy stallion in a butler uniform. An idea came to him and he smiled.

The bell rang signaling the end of the school day for the elite students of Celestia school for gifted unicorns, and the halls filled with the sound of the students flooding into the hallways. The students began to forming into their after class groups. The jocks and athletes greeted each other with friendly hoof smacks to the arm. The popular stallions grouped up and began sharing the latest fashion magazines, the various friend groups hooked up and began sharing their day with each other. During all of this, the after school clubs began moving to their assigned club rooms. One such group, consisting mostly of nerds, outcasts and the unpopular, walked into their club and closed the door.

The four young mares tossed their saddle bags on a table and wandered over to their friend to see what she was up to. All the mares in the club were unicorns and most looked to be misfits of one sort or another. Minuette, a blue coated and purple maned mare looked to her yellow coated friend Lemonheart. Seeing that she didn’t know what their leader was doing either, Minuette decided to ask the question.

“Um, hey Moondancer, that magical circle seems a bit complicated.”

Moondancer looked up and smiled. “Remember girls, when we are in here, call me Silent Mistress.” She looked back into the book she was floating and began rechecking the circle that she had drawn onto the floor. “Girls, this one is going to be different. This one is bound to work.”

Twinkleshine rolled her eyes as she pulled her pink mane through the dark cloak she was putting on. “Come on, Our demon summoners club has met every night since the beginning of the year and we haven’t summoned a single thing.”

Moondancer, who was already wearing her own set of dread robes, scoffed. “Not demon summoners, we are the Dread Demon Summoners. How can we expect to be successful if we cant even get the clubs name right?”

Lyra Heartstrings, the fifth and last member of the group, also in her dread robes, stepped forward. “Oh Silent Mistress, what makes you say this time will be different?”

The Silent Mistress, who was a messy looking unicorn in black rimmed glasses, smiled and stepped proudly forward. I’ll tell you girls, but first, take your places around the circle and I will start the meeting properly.” With that, the unicorn took the pulpit and banged the gavel. “I, the Silent Mistress, bring this meeting of the Dread Demon Summoners Club to order.” She looked around and smiled. While they hadn’t had any actual success yet, she had to admit that with the dark hoods up and the candles dotting the dim room, they looked like an impressive group. She looked over when one of the girls raised her hoof. “Yes Dread Sister Lemonheart?”

“Instead of wasting our time again trying to summon something, why don’t we try to figure out why we cant get stallions?”

Lyra agreed. “Yeah, stallions would be nice. Ive tried talking to Dawn Weaver, but every time I approach him, I just lock up.”

“Lock up? You turn into a stuttering mess.” Replied a giggling Minuette.

Twinkleshine raised her hoof. “I agree with Dread Sister Lyra. Why don’t we try for a love potion. That might help.”

The Silent Mistress huffed at her podium. “Potions are done by the potions club. We summon, and this time will be different.” She held up an ancient looking book. “Because of this!”

“And what is that, exactly?”

Moondancer smiled. “I’m glad you asked. Yesterday I was helping Professor Peak in the Canterlot archives, and when he left to go to the bathroom, I went into the restricted section where I got this. And with a smug grin she held the book closer so that every pony could see.

It was old, and now that everyone could get a better look at it, they could see that it was a tome. It was glowing.

“Whats it say on the cover?”

Moondancer straitened her glasses and read. “Gebete an die Pochender
Fleischpeitsche by Von Goethe” It’s a real, honest to Faust summoning guide, by the sorceress Goethe.” She said grinning.

Minuette frowned. “An, die, and Von are al Germane words. Is it safe to read incantations we cant understand?”

Moondancer smiled, Look girls, we're all really good with magic and Ive researched this. This can get us a demon. With a demon bound to our will we can have all the stallions we want.” She watched as the Dread Demon Summoners Club looked at each other before all nodding.

“After all,” said Lyra, “what could possibly go wrong?”

“Let's do this!”

XXX

Easy Comfort sat in the coffee shop reading his paper and dunking a cookie in his hot chocolate. He had spent the majority of the day casing the city and learning as much as he could about the new world that he found himself in. For the demon, being ripped from one world and being pulled into another was not new. It had happened to him several times before and each time it happened, he learned from his mistakes from the past. He felt that he was starting to get rather good at it.

The world he currently found himself in was a piece full one. While minor skirmishes did occasionally break out, real wars were a thing of the ancient past. The ponies themselves were more or less good people. They had some serious social issues, but even those were minor. Gender inequality and speciesism was a thing here, but it was no where near the hate and violence that he had seen on his former worlds. He had a good feeling about the world and felt that Equis would make a good home, provided that he could integrate well into the population.

He sipped his coco and dunked another cookie as he shuffled through his newspaper. He glanced around. Fresh Ground Beens, was a small coffee shop with only a handful of tables and a counter. The counter was “ponied” by a heavyset mare with a kind face and a friendly attitude. Its current patrons were few in number and mostly kept to themselves. It was the place where he picked up his first Jane in Equis and liked it so much that he decided to become a regular. He glanced down to his tiny notepad and looked over his to-do list. Half the items had already been checked. It was then that his demon senses started to tingle.

Easy glanced around and noticed that a wind was picking up inside the small shop. As he watched, napkins began blowing off the tables and were beginning to slowly tumble in the increasing breeze. He realized to his worry that the debris was beginning to circle him as the wind began to increase and spiral around his table. When he finally felt the magic he frantically began casting wards, but by then it was too late. To his horror, his disguise broke and he looked up to see the patrons all staring at him in his true form. He began to hear voices, they were chanting. “Where ever thy be.” The room dimmed. “…we divineth thy presence, and with this sigil …” With a loud snapping sound he found a golden cuff lock around his left wrist. “…we bind thee of thy power….” With another loud snap and the second cuff locked around his right. “…and we summon thee onto our presence!!!” And as the world went black, his final thought was; ‘Ooh, bondage, kinky!’

Author's Note

I've had German in most of my stories and never once had a single pony comment on it. So I have to ask, knowing there are German speakers here. Have you noticed? Have the jokes fell short?

Hows my German?