You are Sotharia, third circle descendant. Not for the first time, you wish you had manifested as an incubus, they get summoned all the time. But no, you are a pony succubus for a world that is 80% mares. The chances of you-

Whoa!

You feel a tug on your spine, and you follow it gladly. You rise from a circle, red smoke billowing around you. You strike a seductive pose for your summoner, who is a...

"Huh, it actually worked."

Minotaur? Thing? You don't see any teats, so today is your lucky eon.

"Yessssssss, I have answered your call. What is your name, succulent morsel?"

He flips through a book with his delicate fingers.

"Hold on, there's a bit before that. Ah, here it is. By the tree and stone, I abjure thee to bind thyself with thy name."

Drat, first time summoners are usually too flustered to get it right.

"Very well, I bind myself to your will in the name Sotharia."

He smiles at you.

"That's a pretty name."

"Th-thanks."

What is with this colt?

"Okay, next is, By my will and might, I bind you in my name, Anonymous. But you can call me Anon."

Well, so much for running rampant this time around. Still, you have a job to do.

"You have done well in binding me, master Anon. What do you say we enjoy the fruits of your competence?"

He sits down on a couch, grinning.

"Yeah, do what you like. I want to see what succubi do for foreplay."

You walk towards him, your hips swaying, your eyes and smile sultry. You hop up onto the couch and lean against his shoulder. Sulfur and Stars, this colt is tall. And deliciously warm. You slide a hoof down his arm, until you are holding his hand. You gaze up at his no doubt flustered fa-

He tilts his head.

"Was that supposed to be lewd?"

He gives your hoof a squeeze. Your legs buckle beneath you as a wave of heat crashes inside you.

"B-buck yeah, you lewd colt, squeeze my hoof again!"

Master Anon is frowning now.

"Is that all?"

You nuzzle his shoulder, mind fuzzy from all the energy you are drinking up.

"Mmmm, if you want more..."

You lift your muzzle...

And give him a peck on the cheek! The few stallions you've had all crumpled at this stage, but this colt, this colt,

"Looks like I'll have to do things myself."

What does he mean by th-

His lips meet yours, pressing and parting. A hot, greedy tongue invades your mouth. His desire pours into you, hotter than the fires of Tartarus. You moan weakly, returning the kiss as best you can. Then a hand slides over your hip, grasping at your flank, and you can think no more.

Be Anon, poking an unconscious demon. This succubus thing is kinda disappointing, a little frenching and an assgrab, and she's out cold. At least she's got a cute smile. Still, you'd feel weird about sexing up a sleeping girl, or uh, mare. Time to talk to the manager.

And thus Anon fed the entire succubus population.