Demon Pony Thread: Last One Standing Edition

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>Boring.
>Boring boring boring.
>Boooooooriiiiiing…
>Train rides are boring.
>Normally you’d read a book or play games on your phone.
>But you’ve got hooves right now.
>And there’s no books or spare magazines on the train.
>Talking with ponies would be fine…
>Except there’s nobody in your car.
>And you can’t masturbate to pass the time because the conductors switch shifts to talk with the passengers.
>So while Smokey and Rails are fine, upstanding stallions, you can only engage in pleasant conversation.
>You’re headed for the center of Equestria, so you can’t risk tipping anybody off by breaking the powerful spell on more ponies.
>Be Anonymous, bored out of her mind.
>Be regretting you didn’t save at least one book to occupy yourself with.
>And not just your original body, but Mayor Corruption and Rusty’s bodies are going through mind-numbing boredom through documents or number-crunching.
>And taking a break in Haven is out of the question; you’d probably be left in your spot if you teleported there.
>Or not, considering planetary motion…
>But now’s not the time to test the space-binding limits of trans-planal travel.
>It’s only when midnight passes that something happens.
>Be Rusty.
>A.k.a. Rumpelstiltskin.
>You’re smirking at the sight before you.
>An imp is staring at you from his summoning circle.
>You’d set up summoning circles a lot earlier for your demons.
>Super simple ones, easily accessible.
>Pentagram in bodily fluids, that’s it.
>And you’ve successfully summoned Tropo, the one you were aiming for.
>Seems like the size of the circle as well as clear thoughts play a part.
>But that isn’t what has got you smirking like you’d struck gold.
>It’s the two ruby vials you’d left on his neck.

>>29257871
>The ring was delivered earlier, and you’ve already made a giant pool of water in the basement that you floated a massive magnet underneath a floating section.
>End result: A portal that faces the proper cardinal directions wherever Nancy’s Tavern goes.
>It was a bit difficult to explain to your escorts why you needed them to do their thing in a circle, but in the end, you got your portal working.
>It was a lot easier done than you thought it would be.
>There were a lot of questions, but you brushed them off saying it was a business opportunity.
>There was some curious glances, but your strategies thus far have not failed them.
>Your employees buying rounds in nearby taverns.
>A few walking around in public aroused with a sign.
>And a brave few even fucking in public.
>You’ve pretty much become one of the more successful brothels in the East end of Nancy’s Tavern.
>But this is going to change things further.
>You’ve got control not only over a source of drugs, but a way into Equestria.
>You marvel at the extra vial in your claw.
>The milk within moves about as you shake it slightly.
>You take the stairs back up to the main floor of the brothel and use a dropper carefully.
>This is your milk.
>So a drop in each of the candles, and three in the free mead barrel should increase the mood somewhat.
>Chortling as you notice your employees and a few customers perking up after a few minutes, you make your way back to your office and wait for the results to show.
>Now if only your main body could get to the train station so you can properly delegate duties of the trade route you’ve created.
>And work on Check.
>Speaking of…

>>29257875
“And it seems like we’re firmly in the black. Mr. Rumpelstiltskin, your strategies, although strange, are quite efficient. Reeta, the zebra, is quite happy with her advertising.”
>Good thing for exhibitionists.
> “Thank you, Check. Anything else you guys have to report?”
>You look at Hwala and Opal.
“Other than an odd increase in activity ever since you finished your project, nothing much has happened. Everyone’s pretty happy.” Opal shrugs.
“The escorts are quite happy. There have only been two incidents in the past couple days, and they were easily solved with a glare.”
>You nod and look over the numbers.
>You’ve got more than enough to pay for everything you need by the end of the month.
>But experience has taught you this period could make or break any company.
>Both from your own and Rampant’s memories.
>Suffice to say, online companies are fickle, and being modest in the beginning despite your successes could end up with you and your partners fighting over scraps of what’s left of your company, all the rubber ducks, Tonimalt, and Vaseline included.
>Long story.
>So you’ve got to strike while the iron is hot.
>Either expand your current place by buying the next door or get another location.
>Basically become either the fine dining or McDonald’s of serving dick and pussy.
> “I’m going to go out and see if there’s anything I can buy anything for House of Temptation.”
>They look at you and then at each other.
“Don’t you want something for yourself?” Check asks. “For an individual, ten small gold coins is a lot, but it won’t help much for a company.”
> “I know, but I want to make sure the company is secure before I frivolously spend. I don’t plan on using everything we have anyways.”
>You leave the brothel and head through the darkened streets as dawn’s light basks everything in a red glow.

>>29257885
>Asking the closest neighbor how much he wants for his own brothel gets you a look of hope masked by a nonchalant attitude.
>Apparently, he’s pretty desperate.
>He must be one of those guys Madame Baiser told you about.
>His payment must due soon, because he’s panicking, but’s got a good poker face.
>Unfortunately for him, you’re literally a demon.
>You’ll let him stew for a while by saying you’ll consider it and walking away.
>Lucky for you that whoever built one brothel right next to the other wasn’t aware of the severe consequences of competition.
>Hopefully there’s another desperate idiot on the other side of the red-light district.
>You decide to take the long way around to see if there’s anything in the shops.
>Ignoring the people following you ‘discretely’, you go through the market just as the shift changes.
>Less legitimate sellers pack up and go back to whatever hole they crawled out of while merchants begin to sell more reliable goods in their place.
>Funny how the sun rises and you can find higher quality drugs and alcohol than you did at night.
>Sailors start getting off their airships and meander about.
>People aren’t awake just yet, so it’s still quite as the bustle in the wooden streets slowly starts to grow.
>A zebra in a dark shawl catches your eyes.
>She seems to be packing up a variety of trinkets and insignificant baubles.
>But she has a book that bleeds demonic energy.
>You make your way over to her and point towards the book.
> “What’s that book all about?”
“’Tis a book on how to summon demons. My tribe has long since protected such things, but has been eradicated by a rogue shaman. I’ve decided to start rebuilding a clan dedicated to demons. Are you interested?”

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>>29257897
> “A little bit. Can I skim through the book?”
>She passes the book to you, but keeps her hooves close.
>Leafing through the pages, you get the general gist.
>The general gist is far too complicated to be a general gist.
>To summarize:
>Demons are from Niflheim, and most lack souls.
>Wrong in both cases for you, but whatever, this about the native demons you’ve seen a bit of.
>To summon one, a buttload of stuff is required.
>Ritual sacrifices, cardinal directions, constellations, a degree in geometric math.
>And rules, lots of rules.
>So now you know a bit more about the native demons.
>You hand the book back to the zebra and smile.
> “We’ll be in touch.”
>Walking back to the red light district you keep your eyes peeled until you find your mark.
>Negotiating is easy, since he’s about to be shaken down by some loan sharks.
>Luckily for you, paying off the rest of the gryphon’s debt only costs you four small gold.
>Of course, now he owes you, but you get him to adopt your policies and change the name of his brothel to House of Temptation.
>He nervously agrees, and you beam as he squirms.
>He knows you know he has more debts, and unless he wants to become a slave, he has to stick with you.
>Good thing you brought a prepared contract with you solely for this purpose.
>Although you do wish it was a magical contract, it should be enough to get your money should he decide to steal from you.
>So now you own a chain.
>Neat.
>And things are just starting up in Mareami, too!
>Be Rampant Corruption.
>Wearing a snazzy editor’s cap, sunglasses, and a T-Shirt that says ‘Top Pone’.
>Not really in character for Rampant, but neither is abandoning her political career to own a publishing house.
>And someone wants to meet with you.
> “Detective Detective, how nice to see you. How are you doing?”
>She frowns and pulls up yesterday’s paper.

>>29257903
“The trip here was slower than molasses, my own thoughts drumming on me like the seasonal rain on a tin roof. ‘What is this?’ I asked, holding up the newspaper emblazoned with the former mayor’s eerie smile.”
> “That? I like to call it bait. A bit of a cheap way to grab the reader’s attention, but it works and it gets the news out.”
“I grumbled at her deflection. She may be playing dumb, but she’s smiling like a cat that ate the fish right out of the bowl. This mare, trickier and more venomous than a snake, and twice as heartless, has always been a thorn in my side. One part of my is happy she’s no longer as powerful in this den of thieves and outlaws, but another part of me is uneasy…she gave up most of her assets beforehoof, and is now living on her salary. Completely unlike the Rampant that I know and hate. But where did the money go? Why is she doing this? The entire city is in chaos at her move, but only she seems to know what’s going to happen. ‘That’s not what I mean.’ I said, bringing the paper closer to her muzzle. ‘Why did you quit?’”
>I leaned back in my chair, allowing my smile to dim a bit.
>Detective may be a bit eccentric, but she knows how to dig deep.
>You wonder if she’d be a good lay…
>But you know very well your track record with Lawful Goods isn’t so up to par.
> “I don’t know what to tell you, Detective. I guess it could be a variety of factors. A couple days ago, a mare by the name of Anonymous came in and presented some damning evidence against an individual. An individual we both trusted.”

>>29257909
“My eyes widened. An individual we both trusted? There could only be one. The one the slimy mayor insisted on me hiring because she was a family friend. As much as I hate the dark and foul practices of corruption like nepotism, I couldn’t exactly refuse. I compromised and found a well-meaning, clumsy mare by the name of Tray Torrent as a deputy. And the filly grew on me. She disappeared recently, and wasn’t along with the others that came back. So it turns out…you can’t trust anybody in this filthy city of sin…”
>Wow, that hit her hard.
> “Yes, it was Tray. We are equally responsible for this. Anonymous came to me after she freed those ponies. Tray Torrent escaped, when the mastermind was, well, we don’t exactly know what happened to the one known as ‘Paradox’.”
“My suspicions confirmed, I hung my head. It was indeed all connected. And at the center of it all were the two opposing forces: The metal abomination, Paradox, and the beautiful mystery mare, Anonymous. But the testimonies of all those who came back were jumbled, inconsistent. Reports from the mines did find traces of boxes containing non-tradable goods, but they were burnt to nothingness. And while Anonymous did cure them of their afflictions, there were reports of shadow magic. Not to mention the disappearance of Paradox and the citizens that decided to stay with Anonymous…Which is strange since she left on the train. Alone. This enigma is one that has been purposefully shrouded by so many ponies, it feels as if I’m the only one not involved. And I hate not being invited.”
>I looked over to my clock and hemmed to get Detective Detective’s attention.

>>29257918
> “I hope you understand that what I did was nothing more than a way to atone for my mistakes. I gave most of my money to Anonymous and the citizens who followed her as reparations. They simply took an earlier train, shrouded by a spell. This city…has some bad memories for them. Now if you’ll excuse me, I’ve got a meeting with my investors.”
>You escort Detective Detective downstairs and wave as she walks out of the building.
>You smile at the receptionist and climb into the basement.
>The portal cast a faint red light on a dozen ponies waiting for you.
>Three of them stand in front of the others.
>The dons.
> “Nice to see you’ve answered my summons. I know you’re surprised at the sight behind me. This is an opportunity for you. All three of you.”
“With all due respect, Rampant. Why aren’t you just giving it to my gang? We share the same benefactor, after all.”
>The leader of the Clipped Wings, Righteous Glory says.
>You smirk and shake your head.
>Maybe you’re biased because you like your pegasus form, but you don’t really like the edge of snootiness in his voice.
> “Ex-benefactor. I’ve decided to pave my own path. Consider it…enlightenment. And may I congratulate Steel Feathers of the Storm gang for taking advantage of the chaos and actually becoming a prominent player in such a short amount of time. Accepting all races and species in your gang seems to have helped you against both older organizations.”

>>29257921
>The pegasus bows his head.
“Thank you for giving us the opportunity.”
>Polite for a so called ‘anarchist’.
> “And finally, the only other mare in here, Tulip Nectar of the Nectar Family. I know somebody else by that name, but I digress. I apologize for butting heads with you so much in the past, but I was not a free mare then. I hope we can move past it.”
“The past is the past. I wasn’t quite convinced when you first sent me the message, but you quit, showing me that you’ve got something planned. Now, why don’t you show us what this is?”
>You laughed and turn around.
> “This, my friends, is a portal to another plane.”
>There were less gasps and more stepping back in surprise.
>The dons reassessed themselves and stood straighter whereas their bodyguards got closer.
> “A plane that not only has crops of hallucinogenics, but also aphrodisiacs and alcohol. Not to mention, another portal to outside of Equestria. Directly to Nancy’s Tavern, a pirate meeting ground for those who don’t know.”
“This is…” Righteous can’t find his words.
> “An unbelievable opportunity. You can decide amongst yourselves if you want to share or be allowed entry in shifts.”
“This seems too good to be true.” Tulip says.
>You shrug and walk through the portal.
>You pick up the prepared parcel of weed you left on the other side and walk back out.
>They stare at you, jaws dropped and eyes wide.
>You toss the marijuana over to Tulip, which she catches and opens before taking a sniff.
> “A gift for asking the right question.”
>Her eyes widen again and she quickly stuffs it in her pack.
>Of them all, Steel Feathers is the calmest, carefully observing your interactions.
>Of course, one of them had to ask it.

>>29257942
“What if one of us decided to take control of the portal now, by force?”
>You could see what Righteous means with soulsight.
>He feels that his gang is entitled to it, since he feels as if your successes were only his benefactor’s.
> “Then this noon’s papers will not only expose the locations of the gang headquarters, but also the name of the noble who has his hooves dipped in your little gang. And I’m sure that if the other two gangs are going down because of you, they’ll make sure your las t moments are as slow and painful as possible, even if they know they can’t win against the might of Celestia coming down on them.”
>Righteous shrunk back against your glare and avoided the baleful gazes of the other two dons.
> “Don’t try these games with me, Righteous.” You growled. “I’m not the same mare I was before. Information is king, and I control information. I decide who gets voted in, I decide which laws pass, I decide what is evil in this city. All I need is a story to fit a narrative, and the ponies will fight for me.”
>Righteous nervously swallowed and nodded.
> “Good!”
>You laugh and clap your hooves, an instant change from the pressure you were releasing earlier.
> “As for how I’ll make sure you don’t argue who gets control and when, I’ll simply flip a coin and have you sign a magical contract. Steel, Princess or Crown?”
> He looks up for a moment before answering.
“Crown.”
> You flip a bit and it lands on Crown.
> “Lucky. You decide. Shifts or free market?”
>He thinks for a moment before answering.
“There would be less arguments on the plane if it were to be done in shifts.”
>Seriously, this is an Equestrian anarchist?
> “Okay, whoever wins the next coin toss decides the length of shifts. After that, you’ll bet on coin tosses for the order.”

>>29257959
>It was decided, through a few more tosses, that they would shift every two weeks for the portal, with the Storm gang being first, Nectar Family being second, and the Clipped Wings being last.
>It was luck.
>Technically.
>Using your holy powers to manipulate luck a bit doesn’t count, right?
>It’s not exactly for a bad purpose; Clipped Wings is distinctly xenophobic and anti-pegasus.
>You don’t want to give them any advantage over your demons and your new citizens.
> “And now for the contracts. I’ve prepared three, and I think everyone will find them quite fair. The conditions are as follows; The room containing the portal as well as the building above and the plane itself are non-aggression zones. No violence, unless it is to protect yourself from debilitating physical harm. Next, there is a fifteen bit per kilogram tax. Traders will be weighed going in and back out. Considering the cheapest products could be sold for five times that, I doubt this should be a problem. Third, a spell will be cast once inside, removing any of the spells already cast upon their person. Keep in mind, this is an entirely different plane, and they will find their worldviews changed. Fourth, a contract will be signed upon entrance by the traders, where they must agree to terms to abiding by the rules of the plane (keeping the peace, no thieving, assaulting, or killing), else face consequences ranging from imprisonment, repayment of debt, or forfeiture. Fifth, the traders will be made aware of these consequences.

>>29257966
>”Sixth, should a trader wish to become a citizen of the plane, they must pay first, and their bosses will not force them to come back. In return, all goods are readily available to them, so long as they pay the price. Be warned, there is yet to be a currency exchange system, so the first traders must do a few quick jobs to get the products. Finally, this realm is secret, as is my involvement. Should anybody save your direct subordinates be told, there will be consequences. Should they divulge the secrets, you will still suffer the consequences.”
>The dons struggled to follow through the conditions, but once I passed them the papers, they understood.
>And the last condition had them nervously looking at their guards.
“I suppose that’s why you told us not to bring guards.” Steel Feather mumbled.
>But none seemed uncomfortable.
“These are my most trusted guards. They are under a geass for a reason.” Righteous scoffs.
“As are mine, though I suspect the nature of our geasses aren’t similar.” Steel Feather states.
“These guards have been in the Family for generations. I choose which one I will marry, so their loyalty is definite.”
> “Fair enough.” You shrug. “Hopefully you’ll pick traders with just as much fidelity.”
>The contracts are quickly signed and handed back over to you.
> “Thank you. I’ll tell my editors not to release the newspapers. And don’t worry, I wrote and printed the articles personally, so nobody else knows.”
>They let out a sigh of relief and begin heading back into the tunnels.
>But Righteous turns around, blocking the others.
“Rampant? How are you planning on enforcing the contract?”
>You chuckle darkly.
“They were magic contracts. The last pony who tried to cheat me…Gave me everything she had. She didn’t have a choice.”

>>29257974
>Righteous shivered and the other held their breath before going back into the tunnels with a hurried gait.
> “We start next week, Steel Feather!” You yell down the tunnel.
>Making your way back to your office, you beam.
>It’s good to be the boss.
>Be back in your main body, pretending to sleep.
>Smokey is watching you, a hint of DESIRE within him, but more drowned out by feelings of how cute you look.
>You’d be speaking with him, if the poor stallion wasn’t a bit senile.
>He came in here three times and said the same story those three times.
>Though it’s partly your fault.
>Soulsight tells you gets distracted looking at you and his brain blips a bit and resets.
>Rails, the pudgier yet younger, of the two, apologized on his behalf and said it happens sometimes.
>It’s cute and sad at the same time.
>You consider using your blessing to help him out, but wouldn’t handing it out willy-nilly detract from its value?
>Well, no, maybe not.
>Didn’t Heysoos hand miracles out like miracles were going out of business?
>Which, they did for a while after him.
>Whatever, they’re back in business now!
>Once the train stops at Canterlot as the morning sun reaches its zenith, you went to the conductors and thanked them, but not before whispering a blessing under your breath.
> “I bless you with a restored memory.”
>The familiar sensation hurt a bit, but it seemed to work.
>So you’re now in Canterlot.
>Maybe walking around will get you some answers.
>There’s only a few earth ponies and pegasi, but unicorns are everywhere.
>As you get closer to the center of Canterlot, more and more unicorns with their snouts up in the air wearing ridiculous dresses and suits.
>Why are they wearing shoes on their back legs but not the front?
>Maybe to make their rumps seem bigger?
>Weird.

>>29257979
> “Coming from the mare who is wearing a padded rump, fake mole, and a retainer…I don’t think I’m the one looking for a stallion! Are you keeping the cronies behind you to seem prettier, or are they there to make fun of you when you fail?”
>Juvenile, yes.
>Effective, also yes.
>Maybe you shouldn’t use soulsight to search for people’s deepest insecurities.
>But you have a vagina, you’re allowed to pull shit like this.
>She goes off, crying, while her cronies chase after her.
>You trot over to a stallion and the other unicorns move away from him.
>He looks at you nervously as you smile.
> “Do you happen to know where the university is?”
>He points a hoof down the road.
“D-down until you reach Saddle street, and then left. Can’t miss it.”
> “Thanks!”
>His directions are sound and you arrive just as a tour is about to start.
>Mingling in with the prospective students, the guide shows the dorms, the campus, the classrooms…
>Very generic stuff…
>The guide seems pretty proud to be part of the ‘biggest university in the world’.
>Brags about the state-of-the-art magic training facilities.
>She mentions how living in a city of millions is beneficial for social lives, especially for those to be well-connected among nobles.
>Finally, your group passes by the experimental facility.
>She shows off what they’re doing with their grants, asking the scientists what they’ve got going.
>There’s interesting spells, potions, and even some sort of pedal-powered helicopter.
>But two things catch your eye.
“Weren’t you working on a stasis chamber last year?”

>>29257988
“Yes, but there were some problems. While the stasis chamber would keep patients alive in case of terrible injury, the parts lacked…cohesion. And the stasis was ineffectual, only keeping ponies alive, so long as it did not leak. I sold the schematics to an alumnus. He did seem a bit off, but I think it’s because he didn’t seem to blink. Classic case of coffee overdose.”
>You remember the stasis pods you found, made with the aid of changelings, back in Rastazan’s lair.
>You’re close!
>The other was the giant golem in the back.
>It’s an enormous insect made of wood, but it looks like the one that communicated with Rastazan.
>You raise a hoof and point at it.
> “What’s that?”
>A few of the scientists perk up, soulsight confirming excitement.
>But it’s another who stands in front of it and explains.
“This is a work in progress. We have the schematics and the runes, but the magic necessary to keep it functioning cannot be contained via gems, runes, or glyphs without making it too big to fulfill its purpose. This model can fly with equal speed and agility as a pegasus, but only for fifteen minutes. Reducing the size is the only way it can find any use.”
>So Aevum is ahead of the curve.
“Moving on…”
>The scientists keep their eyes on you as you leave, and once they break eye contact, you mingle in the crowd for a while longer until you get to the library.
>You hang near the back and wait for them to go on before entering the library.
>There’s a gruff-looking student at the front desk, but otherwise, the place is empty.
>You walk up to him and smile.
> “Hi, I’m taking the summer term and I need to finish a project in History of Equestria III. Can you help me find a book?”
>Here’s hoping bullshit pulls through.
“Sure, I hated that class.”
>Yes!

>>29257995
“Student ID?”
>No!
> “I left in my dorm, but—”
“No ID, no books. Sorry.”
> “I won’t even leave with them I just—”
“No ID. No books. Those are the rules.” He glares at you.
>Assholes who get like this with any modicum of power.
>You want to scream: ‘I’M TRYING TO PREVENT A GENOCIDAL MANIAC FROM DOING WHATEVER HE’S DOING’, but then he’d say the same thing with more periods before calling security.
>You know how hard it is to get a student ID legitimately, so you aren’t going through the effort illegitimately.
>And sexing him in public could be even riskier.
> “Can you look in a beautiful mare’s eyes and say that?”
“I. Said. No. ID. No. Boooooeeeeeeeuuuuuuuuh…”
>Nailed him.
>You’re always unwilling to use hypnosis.
>It only works on the weak-willed, after all.
>And it robs your victims of their freedom of thought, maybe permanently.
>But you’re on Aevum’s trail, and you’re not going to let a bit of administrative nonsense get in your way.
>Just like it got in the way of you and your friends’ chocolate water park, complete with rubber ducks.
> “Would you mind leading me to the alumnus records?”
“Sure thing.”
>And off he goes.
>The library makes yours look tiny.
>For now.
>He leads you to a massive book, pages yellowed with age.
>Flipping over a cover the size of a mattress, dust flies everywhere.
“Who are you looking for?”
>Moment of truth.
> “Aevum Emit Sisto.”
“Book, find ‘Aevum Emit Sisto.’”
>Runes dance over the pages and a hurricane of dust buffets you as the pages flip past.
>And it stops on one page.

>>29258000 Check em
“Not a very interesting part of history, I can tell you that. Aevum graduated from the university 200 years ago. Huh, interesting, he was apparently from a village in what is now known as the Plains, south of the dragon lands. Wow, he set the record for the tests at the time, and got his degree in a year and a half. Insisted on taking the tests early because he had started a family in his town. Pity, had he stayed here, he could have left a very prominent mark on Equestria.”
>As the librarian reads the story, you start putting the pieces together, and it feels like a shard of ice grows in your heart.
>This is not painting a pretty picture.
> “What did he study? And did he publish anything?”
“He studied magic. Mostly theoretical and engineering magic. I could show you some of the books.”
> “Please.”
>He goes around the library, pointing out books, which you not-so-discreetly snuck into your saddlebags.
“And that’s about everything. As for his thesis, it’s listed in the Forbidden section over there.”
>He points towards a gate with a lock on it, separating the library from another, dustier library.
“I can only open it with the Dean’s permission, because there’s a strong barrier the deans have placed there even with the key unlocking the two-hundred and twenty-two arrays protecting it.”
> “What does the key look like?”
>He takes out a big brass key.
“Like this.”
> “Sleep.”
“Zzzzzz….”
>Yoink.
>Impressive that he sleeps standing up.
>You’ve heard horses do that, but you have yet to see a pony actually do it.
>You unlock the gate and put your hoof on the invisible force field.
>Magicking up a shadow drill, you bore a hole, careful not to break the forcefield completely.
>The less traces you leave, the better.
>It seems like the barrier is trying to close itself once more, so you leave a donut of black magic to keep it apart.

>>29258005
>Hoping there aren’t any silent alarms, you rush through the forbidden section, eyes moving faster than any mortal’s.
>A few titles interest you.
‘The Nature of Shadow and Dark Magic’, ‘Flesh Golems and You: Sewing a Happy Future’, ‘Space and Time Magic For the Red Pegasus With a Nice Butt In the Library’, ‘Distilling and Fermenting’, ‘Soul Magic (And Soul Food)’.
>You had to take them all.
>Especially the one that complimented you.
>After a minute of frantic searching, you find it.
‘A Dissertation on the Correlation Between Life, Magic, Space, Time, and Magnets: How Life in our Universe Holds the Most Basic and Greatest Power Yet To Be Discovered.’
>A bit of a mouthful, but his name is right there.
>You take it and leave behind a bag of bits.
>Least you could do, and it’s what it’s for
>Time to skedaddle.
>You rush through the donut and dissipate it, locking the gate behind you.
>You hold up the librarian’s hoof and put the key in there.
> “Wake.”
>His eyes tear open and he blinks a few times.
>He looks at the key in his hoof and puts it back.
“As I was saying, don’t go in there without the Dean. Even disregarding the gate and the barrier, there’s a silent alarm on the books only the Dean will hear. He’d be here in about five minutes, since teleportation is impossible inside the Academy.”
>Fuck!
>You try to simply go into Haven.
>Seems like it needs more of a push, but something will break.
>Double fuck!
>This was supposed to be covert ops.
>Keep Calm!
> “Thank you so much for helping with my project and showing me around. I’ve got to go, it’s due soon!”
“Oh…do you mind…if we have dinner together tonight?”
>D’oh!
>Too much seduction!
> “Sorry, the project’s due tomorrow! It’ll have to be an all-nighter for me.”
>You don’t even know his name!
>Not that that’d stop you from fucking his brains out…

>>29258009
>You’re genuinely tempted into taking him.
>You can take him later, with a cooler head.
>You get horny and off-track when you panic.
> “Look me in the eyes…”
“Yeah?”
> “Once I walk through this door, forget about me, okay?”
>His eyes go out of focus again.
> “Sure…”
>You smile wildly as you back out of the door before hurriedly taking your amulet of concealment out of your bag.
>You run towards the exit, but a tan pony with a beard, bushy eyebrows, and a red cape turns a corner, at full gallop, his horn ablaze in blue.
>Looks like a pony Buttdick Cuntcuminmysnatch.
>He stops right as he passes you and looks around with narrowed eyes.
>Uh-oh.
>You hop in a shadow right before he unleashes a burst of blue magic.
>He looks around suspiciously before continuing his gallop.
>That was probably the Dean.
>You hop back out of the shadow and look at your concealment amulet.
>It’s cracked.
>Whew.
>Rather than make noise galloping, you fly out on velvet wings, heaving a sigh of relief.
>You find a secluded alley and shift into Haven.
>There’s probably a bit of heat on you, but laying low for a while before you sneak back in for clues on Changelings should be good.
---
>Be Dean Sherkhan.
>Have a doctorate in strange things.
>Difficult to explain, you’d have to get a doctorate to understand.
>You just felt something trip the alarm in the library.
>How…strange.
>You burst through the doors, causing little Klein Bottle to jump in surprise.
> “Are you alright, colt?”
>You almost bellow in his face.
“What? I’m…fine, I guess. A bit miserable to be honest. I feel like today I’m going to eat slightly undercooked spaghetti while cuddling my cat. I may cry.”
>His temperament seems…strange.

>>29258017 I haven't seen Doc strange, Sherlock, or Star Trek.

> “Come with me colt. We must investigate the Forbidden Section! Something…”
“Dean? Are you ok—“
> “Strange is ahoof! Come, Klein!”
“Yes, sir.”
>He unlocks the gate and you use your magic to temporarily disable the barrier.
>You walk through the library, sweeping your scarlet cloak to and fro.
>Your eyes spot a few empty spots and you mentally mark them.
“Dean Sherkhan, are there supposed to be missing books?”
> “No. Are you sure you didn’t see anyone come in?”
“Yeah?”
> “Look into my eyes.”
“Uuh, okay…”
> “BY THE EYE OF AGGRESSIVE YELLING, UNVEIL YOUR SECRETS TO ME!”
>Your golden amulet of strangeness glows and Klein’s eyes dilate.
>It was hypnosis, and not a weak kind, either!
“I…I remember! A pegasus mare came in…WITHOUT ID! And I let her in?! What was I thinking?”
> “Yes, yes! How strange! Tell me more!”
“She made me look for…Aevum Emit Sisto. He was a genius, he got loads of accolades. She wanted to know where he came from, what he studied. His thesis! I told her that his thesis was in the Forbidden Section. She asked me what the key looked like…and I showed her. I’m such a dunce. She told me to sleep, and when I woke up again, the key was in my hoof.”
> “I see, I see! What next?”
“Oh Celestia! I asked her on a date! No wonder I felt so crummy, she shot me down. And then she left.”
> “Interesting, interesting. This is very…strange. Let’s see what else she took…though it was nice of her to leave some bits.”
>You rush over to a podium with all the books logged into it.
> “Column 13, row 6, shelf 4, place 17…”
>You recite the places you saw missing books and frown as the pages flip.
>In the wrong hooves, these books could spell danger.
>It’s one the second to last missing book you find a familiar title.
>Now you know why that name seemed so familiar!

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>>29258025
>Klein wasn’t exaggerating, Aevum was a true genius, perhaps the next Starswirl!
>You studied his thesis and used it as a reference for your own.
>But why was this pegasus looking for information about a long-dead earth pony?
>And why did it feeling like you forgot something important?
>A connection between what was said and what was lost?
>The last book?
>Its position feels familiar, like an old friend.
>You flip through a few pages and gasp.
>This book…!
> “Klein! Do you remember the mare?”
“Yeah?”
> “Was she a red pegasus mare?”
>His eyes widened.
“How did you know?”
>You laugh and dance a little jig.
> “Oh, how fantastically, beautifully, stupendously…”
>You take a deep breath.
> “And did she have a good…you know?”
“I…don’t know?”
> “A good…huh-huh?”
“What?”
> “A fine derriere?”
“Sir, my major is space magic, not dead languages.”
> “A nice badonkadonk?”
“I…?”
>You groan.
>Why is it so difficult to communicate this?
>It feels as if something is straining against you…
>That’s a problem for later.
> “Look!”
>You slam a hoof on the title and push Klein towards it.
>He immediately blushes.
“Whoever wrote this must be some ancient lecher!”
> “But did she?”
>Klein Bottle pales in realization.
“She did.”
>You laugh and dance again.
“How…indubitably, impossably, amazingly…strange!”

And that's going to be all for now. The next part, Haven gets really lewd. Should I still spoiler everything? Greens appreciated. Chart so far.

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>>29257865
Awwwww yesss! The thread is back!

>>29257988
SHIT MISTAKE, SKIPPED ONE:

>You stop by a few shops, buying used books and records when you can.
>Walking around and observing the neat buildings, you lose track of your place.
>When you get close to the center, you realize you’re the only pegasus around.
>Unicorns in their silly costumes are walking around glaring at you.
>There’s DESIRE, but it’s drowned out by a combination of shame, jealousy, and superiority.
>You in the wrong hood, pegga.
>A mare followed by her cronies stomps her way over to you.
“What is a dirty cloud worker doing in the upper echelons of Canterlot? Shouldn’t you be cleaning chimneys or pushing clouds?”
>This is where you’re taken aback.
>She’s jealous, that’s obvious.
>But couldn’t she work on better insults?
“What? Can’t speak proper Equish, like a civilized mare?”
>Are you even speaking Equish?
>Everything else speaks the same language.
>Maybe you’ve got Alltongue.
>Part of you wants to hypnotize her and everyone else in this neighborhood into giving you oral.
>Another part of you suggests crying crocodile tears and whining until a gentlecolt helps you.
>You laugh out loud.
“Excuse me?! Are you mocking me?! Do you know who I am?!”
>A stereotype?
>You laugh harder.
>Her light pink face turns purple as she rages, eliciting more laughter.
“You! You…Temptress! I fathom you’re nothing more than…than a hussy!” There are gasps from the onlookers “You want to seduce a noble from around here and marry into money!”
>At this point, you’re struggling hard to stay standing as peals of laughter echo off the walls.
>A quick glance gives you what you need to get her to leave you alone.
>Through careful breaths you calm yourself enough to say something.

>>29258625
And the next one is>>29257988
Sorry

YES

I've been waiting for this. Made my day.

>>29258635
You could say that this mistake was a... Disappointment.

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>>29259599
You sound like my parents

>>29259698
We only do this because we love you.

>>29259980
*Flashbacks*

>>29260411
Going to be at the airport hten on a plane for the next twelve hours, so I can't write without revealing my power level. Stay frosty with jizz my friends. And write away.

Prompt suggestions:
>Diging through my treasure trove of demons, you can write a lewd.
>Demon summoned by Flash in EquG to get Twilight to love, but it backfires.
>Sunset, due to her time as a demon, is accidently 'recalled' to hell.
>Spike gets cursed by a minor demon to get buttfugged at random moments.

booping for future readers

>>29260476
>>Spike gets cursed by a minor demon to get buttfugged at random moments.
Lol what, also bump.

>>29257865
>Sex is cuddle
>Succu came
>Anon the king of sex

>>29263856
Where?!