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Zawati Zenezil Zecure was a sorceress like no other. Perhaps the strongest and most powerful natural talent to have ever been born in the last several hundred years, she was destined for greatness, surely. At least if she could only get out of her own way. She knew she was smart, beautiful and most importantly of all, powerful. Her instructors loathed her, some even feared her; she had an aptitude for magic like nothing they had ever seen before. Most spells needed only be spoken of before the zebra striped unicorn mare was able to reproduce them. Even the most difficult of magics required a mere showing once or twice before she was able to replicate them on her own and unaided. Unlike most of her peers, Zawati did not require a focus to use low level basic magics either.

Master Zakia was her last hurdle before she was to be recognized as the youngest ever fully fledged and embellished sorceress. Few ever reached such heights so young, those that even tried often fell to darkness or simply flamed out and lost their magical ability. Yet somehow, Zawati remained pure, if not a little arrogant, nor did she show any signs of her magical reserves running dry. In fact, it was quite the opposite, the more she pushed herself, the stronger her spells seemed to become.

As she stood huffing after her latest demonstration of power, the mare smirked at the smoldering cinders of what was left of the advanced training golems. Such constructs could've overthrown most smaller kingdoms in the outside world with ease, but in here, they were nothing more than mere kindling for the sorceress. Her white horn, spiraled with lines of gold and silver glowed faintly with an almost ethereal light, just as did the stripes along her back, shoulders and hips. Normally her stripes would be a deep matt black against her pearlescent white coat, but when she let loose with her power, they glowed brilliant shades of the rainbow, nearing bright white the more power she expended. Even her black and white striped mane glowed with the ethereal light, her long flowing robes lightly fluttered in the gentle breeze created when the last construct collapsed with a creak to the dark stone floor. Her robe was simple, perhaps too revealing for some, but it let her move freely. A simple length of pure white silk cloth looped behind her neck, then forward over her shoulders and crossed at her collarbone down over her full bust to wrap about her midsection. Her thighs were left bare, save for two long lengths of more pure white silk, which hung from a simple belt about her waist, covering her narrow groin and the curve of her behind, hidden beneath her striped tail with the dark tuft of coarse fur at the end.

Unlike most women her age, the young mare did not wear jewelry as metals tended to interfere with the flow of her magic. The only item she wore was a single blue crystal which hung from a length of leather about her neck, resting in the valley of her cleavage. A gnarled wooden staff, made from the branch of an old tree in her village served as her focus when required. She had an innate connection with the limb of wood, able to transmute it into any form she wished at will. Right now, it simply hovered in the air just behind her left shoulder, as if an unseen servant were carrying it for her.

"You are not yet ready; some humility would do you good..." Master Zakia sighed and stroked his right hand down his long silver beard. The old goat, with his sightless eyes, was rumored to see more than most, so it always surprised and infuriated Zawati when he denied her the title and rights she knew she so rightfully deserved. "Clean up your mess before you retire for the evening. And no trying out the forbidden magics tonight either! I do not wish to be awoken by another damned succubus, I'm too old to enjoy those anymore" the old goat said almost ruefully as he stepped away from the observation balcony, high above the training pit his student was stood in.

"Old fool!" Zawati snarled, giving an errant wave of her hand toward him and tossing a half dozen small fireballs as easily as someone might cast aside a fist full of pebbles. The bright flaming balls of fire streaked through the dark room to explode harmlessly against the dark stone walls of the training chamber, a little below the now vacant observation balcony.

"Stop showing off!" Master Zakia's disembodied voice boomed out suddenly. Loud enough to make the large stone pillars keeping the high vaulted ceiling aloft, shake.

"Hmmph..." Zawati sighed and shook her head, reaching out and grasping her staff hovering nearby in both hands before raising it up above her head, parallel to the floor. As her hands parted out wider from the center, the gnarled wood was replaced by bright and shining silver scales. Eventually a silver serpent with ruby eyes was revealed, the snake coiled about her left arm before slithering across her shoulders and back down around her right arm. Its hooded head nuzzled into her palm as it deposited something there.

"Good choice, Zenai" the striped unicorn mare cooed, raising the snake to give him a little kiss to the back of his hood. Zenai slithered down about Zawati's waist and along her left thigh to the ground below, his little ruby red tongue flickered as he began to hunt the small creatures which inhabited the room and fed off the lingering magics. Little spherical dark furred creatures scattered, bouncing away from the shining silver serpent on skinny backward hinged legs and chittering angrily at having their meal time so rudely disturbed.

Zawati stared at the small dull and unassuming object in her palm, barely the size of a copper coin, but it held so much more value. As she read the text etched into the outer rim of the flat circular object, it continued to shift and change with seemingly no limit. A summoners token, able to contain volumes of text in the magical engravings. This one was of particular interest, it had been tucked between two dusty old volumes in the forbidden section of Master Zakia's library, as if someone had hidden it there decades ago and forgotten it. She had felt the lingering magic on it the instant she touched it, there must have been a powerful spell contained within.

Once she had deciphered the spell from the shifting text, Zawati began the ritual, which comprised mostly of a few unusual symbols on the ground and a surprisingly small summoning circle. The final ingredient was a part of herself, though the spell didn't specify which part of her it required. Zawati wasn't in the mood to pull out her hair or pierce her flesh to sacrifice her precious life blood however. Feeling oddly mischievous and rebellious, she cast a brief glance up to the observation balcony and reached out with her senses to ensure the old man was really gone this time. Satisfied she was truly alone, the mare slipped her hand beneath the long flowing loincloth of her outfit, her right hand dipping a digit within herself before kneeling down and pressing a damp dot of her essence into the center of the summoning circle. The damp fingerprint barely visible against the dark stone floor initially.

A brief moment later the spot began to glow, shifting from black, to bright green and then to a light pinkish hue. Once it settled on the light pink color, the spot began to grow and spread, reaching out until it encountered the edges of the summoning circle and seemed unable to spread any further. It was not done growing yet however, as it couldn't grow outward, the pinkness began to grow upward and soon there was a tall pink pillar roughly the same height as Zawati standing in the middle of the training chamber.

"Hmm, what have we here?" The mare mused to herself as she slowly circled around the pink pillar. A delicate white furred hand reached out toward the pink pillar before she poked it with a fingertip curiously, finding it was soft and gooey to the touch, also a little warm. As soon as she pulled her hand back, the pillar began to shimmer and shake, as if it were gelatine caught in an earthquake. No, that wasn't it, it was changing shape and turning into a figure! Zawati watched in confusion as the pillar shifted and changed, growing legs, arms, even a tail and a ...a horn? Sure enough, when the goo thing turned around, Zawati was looking at a semi-transparent pink replica of herself. "What the fuck..." the mare uttered in surprise.

As she stared at the goo mare, it watched her back with an eerie vacant smile, its head canting to one side as she spoke. When Zawati leaned in close to get a better look, the goo mare leaned forward as well and pressed a kiss to the startled mares' lips without warning.

"Eww, hey...no...none of that! Gross!" Zawati coughed and sputtered, wiping her mouth of the oddly familiar taste with the back of her hand. Why was it familiar though? She frowned and asked herself.

The sorceress wouldn't get much time to ponder the reason why though, as soon as she turned her back on the goo mare, it was on her. Zawati had incorrectly assumed it would be retained within the confines of the summoning circle, but as it was not a demon or familiar, but rather an extension of herself, so such rules did not apply. Slimy hands slipped beneath her meagre clothing to cup and squeeze at Zawati's breasts, while the goo thing began to nibble and nip along the side of her neck like an old lover.

"H...hey! No...stop it!" She huffed and tried to swat the thing away, but it wouldn't be so easily deterred. Its fingers found and pinched at her erect dark nipples, giving just the right amount of twist and tug to make Zawati groan out despite herself. "I said, stop!" the striped unicorn mare shouted, spinning about and blasting a hole through the middle of the goo mare with a fireball from her outstretched palm, right between its own breasts.

The semi-transparent pink goo mare stared down at the hole in her chest, but her vacant smile remained. As Zawati watched the hole close before her, it quickly encased her hand as well with a firm grip, a grip she found she couldn't pull free from. The goo mare suddenly grabbed behind her head and pulled her in for another kiss, this time making sure the sorceress was forced to permit its tongue between her lips and beyond, inside her maw. Once again slimy hands slipped beneath Zawati's robes, returning to pinching and toying with the mares little dark nipples as the sorceress fought and struggled to free herself. The longer Zawati was forced to make out with the goo creature however, the less she fought to free herself when a strange calming fog began to take hold of her mind.

Eventually, one of its slimy hands descended down along the sorceress's belly, moving beneath her loincloth to cup and caress firmly between her thighs. The slippery fingers brushed across her dark pouting petals and teasingly circled her stiff little hooded clit, sending a surge of power through the dazed mare. Almost instantly Zawati was snapped out of the pleasurable fog which had begun to dull her senses.

"No!" She roared, once more firing another fireball through the goo mare and finally managing to free her hand from between its full heaving breasts. Zawati stumbled back a few paces before swiping upward from the ground toward the ceiling with both hands facing palm up. A sudden hiss shot forward as a nearly invisible blade of highly compressed air bisected the goo mare from crotch to crown. The creature blinked once, then twice at the sorceress before it's two halves peeled away from one another, collapsing to the floor with a satisfying wet squelch.

"Zenai, come! I've had enough of this room for..." Zawati grumbled as she looked about the training room for her familiar. Her words falling silent as she spotted the silver serpent coiled about one of the stone pillars and watching her from above, or rather something just behind her. An odd choking, gurgling sort of laugh began to grow behind her, drawing her attention away from Zenai.

The two halves of the goo mare were on the move, though worryingly they did not seem to be trying to put themselves back together. Instead, they were crawling further apart, leaving sticky strands spilling across the floor, almost looking as if they were beginning to melt. But Zawati was not so lucky, soon she saw the strands were expanding and growing into limbs, within moments she was standing facing two of her own identical goo doppelgangers.

"Begone!" Zawati shouted, her eyes beginning to glow when she crouched low, before sweeping both her hands palm up towards the ceiling high above again. This time a roaring tornado of fire burst forth from the ground beneath the two creatures, the stone beneath their feet beginning to crack and even melt in spots from the sudden and intense heat. Yet, both of her doppelgangers simply smiled their eerie vacant smiles as they stepped through the twisting and writhing flames as if they weren't even there. "Impossible!" the mare snarled, taking a step back as she made a few twisting sharp swirls with her hands before sweeping them palm down from above her head and down toward the ground.

A torrent of water appeared above one of the creatures, as if there were a sudden localized torrential downpour for a few seconds that quickly turned into ice. Finally, something seemed to work as one goo mares was frozen instantly, while the other paused to stare at her partner. The still moving creature reached out curiously to touch her frozen counterpart, its head canting to one side when the ice shattered and collapsed in a musical hail across the dark stone floor.

"Not so tough after all" Zawati smirked at the remaining goo mare, already her hands were beginning to move as she prepared to perform the same spell on the remaining creature. The zebra striped unicorn mare jumped in surprise when the remaining goo mare's head suddenly snapped up to stare directly at her, spotting what she was doing and quickly springing to action. The goo mare's form exploded into a mass of writhing tentacles as it reached out and caught the sorceress's wrists, halting her casting while it drew closer. Soon it was wrapped about her again, slithering across her body and reforming to stand behind her while it forced her hands to be raised high above their heads.

Zawati tried to fight and break free of its grasp, but despite its soft slimy texture, it felt as if she were shackled with iron chains and could not free herself. Worse still was the fact she felt more hands starting to caress her body, slipping beneath her top to grope over her breasts and begin to toy with her nipples again. The damned creature was apparently capable of sprouting additional limbs it seemed, while its original two arms held her own above their heads, it had formed an additional pair with the sole purpose to grope at her bust.

Even with the current predicament she found herself in, the sorceress couldn't help but notice a soft hissing sound. At first, she thought it might have been Zenai coming to her defense, but then again, he had never uttered a sound before. With growing dread, her gaze lowered to the floor, where she saw the shards of ice all around her beginning to twitch and almost dance against the dark floor. They were somehow already starting to melt, freeing more and more pink slime which seemed to be forming a trail from a few feet away and culminating right before her feet. Sure enough, the pink puddle began to grow and reform into the second goo doppelganger.

"Fuck..." Zawati snorted when the creature before her had fully reformed, that same annoying and vacant smile stared back at her annoyingly. The newly formed goo mare reached down low, grabbing behind the zebra striped unicorn's knees to lift her feet off the ground, while parting her thighs wide; only the thin strip of her silk loincloth remained to protect her modesty now. The sorceress was surprised with how the squishy creature behind her managed to support her weight so easily without any sign of straining under her weight, they were certainly stronger than they looked.

"What're you going to do now, snotball? Got nothing to fuck me with?" the sorceress smirked, mocking the creature as it stared down at her crotch with a look of confusion. Zawati knew what most men would do with her in this position, but the mindless goo creature before her was not a man, it was a replica of her and she certainly didn't have a cock.

The creature looked up from the mare's crotch with the same vacant smile, but Zawati swore she caught a hint of a grin. With a soft wet squelch, the creature before her sprouted additional arms, just like its counterpart behind the sorceress. With its new appendages, it was easily able to lift her loincloth and expose her soft little dark slit nestled between her toned white thighs.

"Don't you dare..." Zawati almost growled, her eyes flashing with light as she glared at the creature, but it cared not. Its free hand moved between her thighs before promptly sinking two slimy digits inside the mare's cunt and making her groan. The sorceress tried to ignore the feeling of having the creature's digits inside her, but they were squirming and writhing too much for that to be possible. Surely the dumb goo creature couldn't be that knowledgeable about the female body, but somehow it kept finding new and interesting spots inside her that kept making Zawati moan louder and louder against her will. Soon she realized why, the damned thing was extending its fingers deeper inside her, making them thicker too!

It also certainly didn't help that the one behind her had somehow made it feel like there were mouths attached to her nipples with a constant soft suction. "By the light, I hope Master Zakia doesn't see me like this, he'll never let me graduate..." Zawati thought to herself as she tried to fight off the growing need to climax. Her eyes were screwed shut tight as she tried to block out the sensations and focus on a place somewhere other than the training pit, just to teleport herself to safety and out of these things clutches.

Just before she could form a clear mental picture of her own room however, something latched onto her throbbing hooded clit with a firm suckle while the thick writhing fingers within her started rubbing directly against the special spot just within her. It was all too much and Zawati experienced her first ever climax brought about from hands other than her own, her eyes opening wide as an otherworldly light shone brightly from within her. Her writhing form bucked and squirmed within the creature's grasp, unable to escape while the semi-transparent goo mares drew out her pleasure torturously. Only when Zawati almost collapsed and passed out would they relent.

The mare doppelgangers were not done with her yet however, even before she had managed to recover her senses, Zawati felt a worrying pressure between her thighs. When her eyes managed to focus finally as she looked down, her gaze was met by a sizable semi-transparent length. "Wait...no..." she weakly mumbled, but the creatures paid her no heed, it simply bucked forward to sheath the thick member between her slick dark folds. The zebra striped unicorn mare barely had any time to adjust to the new feeling of fullness before the creature began stirring its hips, along with the thickness about her snug insides. For a brief moment, the sorceress had a surreal out of body experience as she stared down at her own cunt being split by her doppelganger's thick cock, her dark folds wrapped about the girthy base of the creature's member. Slowly her gaze lifted, being met by the goo mare standing between her spread thighs own sightless eyes, for once it was not smiling vacantly. Instead, it now seemed to be grinning in triumph, as if it had won. Perhaps it had, it was dam near balls deep in sorceress cunt, the most powerful sorceress in the last century at that. Yet somehow, she was powerless to fend such a simple creature off, instead she had fallen prey to it and was now nothing more than its fucktoy.

Without a word, the creature began to move its hips, the pace quickly building until it reached an almost galloping fucking speed. She couldn't help it, after her first climax she was still sensitive and the thickness hammering her snug cunt quickly overwhelmed her. Zawati was soon crying out in shameful bliss as the goo creatures brought her to another power draining climax.

"Please...no more...I can't..." she begged, her hair a mess and her coat damp with perspiration. Even when she'd fought a feral dragon as a test, she had not felt this drained of power. Yet now, two simple slimy goo creatures had managed to bring her down to a level where she wasn't even sure she could levitate a feather. Thankfully the creature fucking her seemed to understand her words, its thrusts stopping almost instantly, though it didn't withdraw from her yet. Instead, it seemed to sprout additional arms to help cradle her gently against its chest.

"No, wait! Not there!" Zawati's eyes opened wide in panic, the damned thing hadn't grown additional arms. It had just traded handholds with the one behind her. The mare sorceress found herself sandwiched between her two semi-transparent pink goo doppelgangers, only now the one she'd forgotten about behind her was gripping and lifting her legs from behind while it slowly sunk an equally thick member under her tail. The zebra striped unicorn mare closed her eyes and grit her teeth as her virgin tail hole was forced open and to accept the thick slimy cock of the first creature. She had never felt so full before, nor had she ever thought she would feel this full ever. Zawati was a powerful sorceress, not some common whore, such things should never have been possible for her!

Yet, here she was, trapped between two slimy creatures as they again began to ravage her. As one thrust into the mare, the other withdrew, never giving her a moment without a slimy length filling her in some way. Her pained cries were muffled too when the pink goo mare standing before her forced a kiss to her lips. She knew what that damned taste was now, it was her, the fucking creature tasted like her own cunt...

It could be worse she supposed, it wasn't as if she hadn't tasted herself before when she was curious and learning about her own body. But now to have a thick tongue dance and wrestle with her own, filling her mouth with her own taste, she may as well have been eating herself out, like some kind of degenerate.

"Oh no...please no..." Zawati whimpered, her ears lying flat against her hair as a blush began to bloom in her cheeks. It was starting to feel good, really good, good enough that she felt another climax starting to build. She didn't want to cum again, not like this, not from being fucked like a common whore. But she couldn't help it, as much as she wanted to hate it, the goo creatures cock filling her back passage didn't feel anywhere close to as bad as she'd expected. Rather, it felt almost soothing, a little exciting even. She'd expected at least discomfort if not pain, but the slimy squishy length was just the right firmness and slickness to counteract her expectations. Even the feeling of her breasts rubbing and sliding against the goo mares bust before her felt oddly erotic, even leaving a slight tingling feeling on her flesh. As if someone were both somehow pinching and suckling at her nipples simultaneously.

Once more Zawati came hard for her goo doppelgangers, her body bucking and writhing between them. Yet they still held and restrained her with ease, leeching more of her power with every passing climax. Thankfully they seemed to be done with her, perhaps they'd drained her completely, she idly thought. The semi-transparent pink goo mares gently lowered Zawati to the dark stone floor, letting her rest on her hands and knees as she twitched and panted through the aftershocks of her most recent climax.

"I yield...no more...please..." she whimpered when she looked up and saw the two creatures were still standing beside her and staring down at her with worrying looking grins etched on their faces. The way they were stroking their thick slimy members hinted that they were not done with her yet, even though she had nothing more to give. "No...please..." the zebra striped unicorn mare begged, but the goo creatures cared not.

The first knelt before her, firmly grasping her silver and gold swirled horn as it lifted her maw to sink its length between her lips, forcing its way to the back of her throat and nearly making the sorceress gag. The other knelt behind her, one hand grasping her tail and lifting it high, while its other hand guided its length beneath her raised tail. Zawati whimpered anew when the second goo mare slowly sunk its length into her, filling her maw and her rump in unison with its counterpart. Soon the training pit was filled with the soft whimpers and faint wet squelches of the sorceress as she was rocked between her two goo doppelgangers.

Zawati had no fight left in her, they had won and now she was theirs to do with as they pleased. Even as they rode her to yet another unwanted yet irresistible climax, the sorceress could do little more than kneel and take their punishment. As another smaller climax rippled through her trembling form, the mare's ears twitched when she thought she heard someone laughing.

"Have you learned your lesson yet?" Master Zakia asked as he grinned down at his student, his hands clasped behind his back. When Zawati stared up at him with a pleading look instead of her usual arrogant glare, he knew she had been sufficiently humbled. Raising his left hand, the old goat snapped his fingers just the once and immediately the goo creatures began to dissolve into a fine pink mist.

"You couldn't have found another way to teach me that lesson that didn't involve me getting fucked in the ass?" Zawati grumbled as she tiredly sat down on her knees, panting and staring up at the old man.

"Possibly, but that wouldn't have been as much fun to watch those Hn'Ti creatures have a go with you. Maybe now you will learn that flaunting your power is not always the answer" he chided with a friendly smile, a rather unnerving sight as she was used to only seeing him scowl at her.

"I see your point...master" Zawati finally relented with a sigh and shrug of her shoulders.

"Now, why don't you go get cleaned up before you go to bed and get some rest?" he offered with a soft and rather kind tone, again, something else she wasn't used to hearing from him. "Oh, and...nice tits!"