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Twenty one birthday cake candles flickered softly in the living room, each one dripping wax down its thin, blue and white striped shaft to the iced cupcakes supporting it. The old leather-bound spell book hadn't stated any specific type of candle was necessary for the summoning spell, and the party pack of candles had only been $5. Quite a bargain to Charlie's mind as he carefully adjusted the positioning of one of the cakes - a chocolate one, the goat's favourite. As long as the incantation was complete before the flame reached the colourful plastic holder and burned out, then all should be fine.

His hooves thudding on the carpeted floor softly as he stepped back to give the pentagram one last examination before completing the ritual, lips drawing into a thin line of annoyance over how little space he had in his appartment. The fish blood he had used to paint the arcane symbols onto the newspaper was starting to soak through and he quickly grabbed at the spell book again. Cleaning the thin carpet would be expensive enough and he certainly couldn't afford to have it replaced, almost guaranteeing he'd fail the next rent inspection. Although if today went well, he could afford to buy any house he wanted.

His small tuft of a tail wiggling in anticipation and his stomach tingling at the thought of the massive breasted succubus who would soon be under his control, granting his every whim and wish for the low price of sucking his balls dry every night. It was no wonder succubi were in such high demand among the secret society of mages, giving anything you could dream of and asking only to be paid with what he would have given away for free.

God, if only he could give it away for free. At this point he was considering paying someone to take it.

"O domina, et potator masculus tuba cibum clam pera," he intoned in a deep voice, pants tightening as his cock stiffened to his inner imaginings. Shiny black hooves and red fur hugging her body, moist lips between her legs and a pair of breasts he could be crushed under. Or maybe even four, or six breasts? "Accipe daque virginitatem voto vicissim! ... Obsecro, deus meus, ut virginitate sua."

Silence filled the room as his voice came to a stop, his eyes sweeping around the pentagram hopefully even as his heart fell. Nothing. No gorgeous demoness magically materializing in his home, no thunder or lightning, not even a slight breeze to indicate the spell had worked. Near his two-toed hoof, one of the candles ran to the limit of it's wax and burned out, the small puff of smoke wafting away as he dropped the book onto the floor sadly. It seemed he would have to go to work today after all.

...

The bus ride to work had been uneventful, the situation strange to Charlie's mind as he had climbed the flight of stairs up to the office block. The men in black cloaks had assured him that the occult ritual would summon a succubus when he'd bought the book, so why hadn't it worked? Several of the ingredients the ritual had required were hard to get and he'd had to make some substitutes, but there seemed no logical reason why replacing ground-up diamond with coal would make a difference. It was all just carbon in the end, wasn't it?

After the customary glaring and tutting about being late from his boss Rebecca, the thin deer had only raised an eyebrow when he had offered her the plate of cupcakes. Her immaculate posture tilting only slightly to examine the bribe and accepting a raspberry cake with a promise of him being fired if he were late again, she nibbled it delicately as though expecting it to be poisoned as he had scurried to his desk.

Hours later the cursor on his computer screen blinked mournfully at him as he brought his attention back to reality, another day as a cubicle drone the only thing to look forward to. Blowing air from his lips and leaning back in his chair as he eyes drifted to the clock, it was only 10 in the morning and he was already struggling to pay attention to the work ahead of him. The sound of a chair behind him slid across the floor and he glanced over with a grin coming for the first time since he got to the office. Emma, an auburn mare nearly a full head taller than him and one of the new transfers to his department had just sat down with a quick smile as Charlie offered her one of his cupcakes from earlier. Seemed no point wasting them.

"Oh, thank you!" Emma said, her hazel eyes sparkling with the sort of early morning cheerfulness you only get from someone in a new enough job to be thrilled with the experience. Taking a vanilla cake, she spun to face Charlie and he couldn't help notice the gentle sway of her breasts under her shirt. "What's the occasion?"

"Oh, nothing special." Charlie replied, chewing on a cake himself. "I was hoping they might be a celebration for a change in lifestyle I was trying to get, but that fell through so I suppose they're more of a consolation prize."

"Ah, I'm guessing the lottery? I buy a ticket every week and the best I ever got back was $20. It's a fun gamble on occasion though, isn't it?" The mare laughed in a tittering neigh that set Charlie's heart fluttering.

A genuine grin came to the goat as he nodded, the convenient lie working well. Ever since she'd started here, Emma had brightened his day and he only wished they could have had more than a workplace friendship. What could a small goat ever offer a magnificent creature such as an equine? "It would have been nice to have shared the good fortune with other people here, sure."

Swallowing the last of his cake and his eyes drifting to the mare's chest once more, he again thought of asking her out for a date. She had always been so easy to talk to, yet the soft curves of her body were as much a deterrent as they were alluring. A lady such as herself could get any type of male she wanted and he'd seen Emma's last boyfriend. A gloriously muscular palomino a full head taller than the mare and with a bulge in his pants that had left Charlie wondering how the stallion could avoid walking bowlegged. If that was the sort of male she liked, Charlie had no chance.

A flicker in Emma's eyes told him he'd been staring at her breasts far longer than could be passed off as accidental and he leaped to his feet, mind filled with thoughts not at all suitable for a workplace environment. "Sorry, I, uh ... Just need to go wash my hands."

Racing to the toilets, the unisex bathroom was thankfully empty as he turned the tap on and stared at the mirror. It was humiliating enough to get caught here with an erection by another guy, let alone a woman. Unzipping his pants and letting the thin pink member escape, it quickly grew to it's full 6 inches in length and floated above the fuzzy sack of his balls. At least his goat heritage had granted him some sizable balls, each one nearly as big as his closed fist and tightly bound to his body.

Grabbing at his cock in one hand and stroking gently, this was what he needed to clear his mind. All those hopes of a succubus from earlier had spoiled his thoughts for the day, the alluring scent of Emma only making matters worse. Closing his eyes and picturing her kneeling before him, her soft equine lips wrapped around his pole - no, a pole bigger than that. So large she was struggling to slide all the way down it's length, softly gagging as she swallowed more and more, trying to accommodate it's swollen girth.

His cock felt hot in his hand, the gentle friction building to a rapid and easy climax as he felt his balls tighten, shaft start to pulse as it prepared to fire into the sink. Yet nothing happened, that feeling of pleasure hitting it's peak and riding there even as he thrust into his own hand as though it were a soppy wet pussy aching for him. Seconds passed as his face screwed up in anguish until he tore his hand free and gasped, leaning over the sink and panting in frustration. It was no good, he must have been more stressed out than he though if he couldn't even crank one out with the scent of Emma still lingering in his nose. Admittedly being in a bathroom probably wasn't the best place to trying to relax, a thought only confirmed when he saw the mirror's reflection in front of him.

A doe, her dark eyes watching intently as she closed the door with the slightest hints of a smirk to her features. Her hooves clopping quietly on the tiled floor as she strode in, Rebecca waved a hand as Charlie struggled to stuff himself back into his pants. "There's hardly any point in that now, is there? I already saw the whole show. Almost all of it, anyway. It seemed as though you were all bark and no bite, unless you just like to avoid a mess?"

"Rebecca, I'm sorry. I was ... hoping no one would come in." Charlie started, failing to find a suitable reason and falling back on honesty. Screaming at his own stupidity for not going in to one of the stalls for privacy, he stumbled back against the sink as the doe stepped up close and he felt the soft mounds of her breasts against his chest. "Uh, what are you doing?"

Her smile faltered as if in surprise before coming back with teeth. Her fingers grasped around his tapered rod and squeezed the base, giving it a rough tug and forcing beads of pre out the tip. "Masturbating in the unisex bathroom, Charlie. What could you possibly have been thinking? What if one of the interns had walked in right now? This is grounds for immediate firing, you know that don't you?"

"Wha..? No, please don't fire me! I need this job!" Charlie said, his face burning red as Rebecca unbuckled his pants and they fell away. Pushing her away from him, he staggered away with a look of shock. "What are you doing?! This is assault! That's more than just a fir-!"

His voice caught in his throat as the deer darted forward quickly and grabbed his balls, fingers locking around them like a cage of flesh. Her body heaved inside the simple suit she wore, tail fluttering at the look of terror in the goat's expression as he grabbed her wrists to try and force her to let go. A slight squeeze of her fingers provided all the necessary pressure to force a squeal from Charlie's lungs, his balls dragged forward and up as she rose to meet his eyes. "You don't want to be fired? That puts us in an interesting place, as I'd very much love to crush these magnificent balls for hours."

Charlie gasped, pain shooting up his spine as his balls ground together the deer was trying to work off stress. Tears were forming in his eyes when she suddenly let go, relief replaced almost immediately by agony the likes of which he had never felt before as her knee slammed into his crotch and lifted his hooves from the ground. His mouth opened wide yet no scream came from his empty lungs, only a low huff and he fell to the floor in a mangled heap to wheeze quietly.

Rebecca stood back and crossed her arms, watching Charlie rocking back and forth on the floor. "So, Charlie. I'll make you a deal. Either you walk out that door and you'll be fired for indecent exposure, or you can keep your job and submit to a nice ball crushing every day -"

......

End chapter 1.

So I have a vague direction I want to try and take the story in, but mostly I'm just banging on the keyboard and hoping something interesting happens.

Option 1: Keep the job and take the ballbusting.

Option 2: Quit the job and focus on other pursuits for money.

Option 3: Something completely different? Open to suggestions if they're weird or wacky enough.

I'm very open to most kinks up to rape and mutilation, as long as they're not a constant focus and they fit the narrative.

(Also if anyone cares to share, would first or second person perspective be better for a CYOA? Those do seem more common in these sorts of stories.)