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Thank you Learning magic from the devil can have its perks; learning an ancient form of orenda, being in company of a handsome demon, the abundant flirting which can - and often does - lead to titillating adventures. There’s only one downside, the difference of sleeping patterns. While the demon would be up basking in the sunlight, by the time he retired to bed; the vampire would be rising from her slumber and ready to hunt in the moonlight. Wanting to be vigilant and prove herself to her new tutor, Lucid Dream, Westar tried staying up to noon but most times; she would pass out from over-studying or from the carnal knowledge.
    Westar opened her eyes to see the colours of the sunset piercing through skylight, she growled knowing she had messed up her sleeping routine again. It didn’t matter, her aftertaste of sweet bliss told her it was well worth it.
    “Look’s like our routine is messed up again little mouse.” she chuckled in amusement and rolled over, expecting to see the blue unicorn laying beside her but he wasn’t there. “Little mouse?” Westar sat up and gently pushed her frizzy mane to aside, her amber eyes searching for Lucid Dream. “Aeon?”
    There was no reply, only a slight whistling sounds presumably coming from outside. She frowned for a moment and folded her ears back in disappointment, feeling rather hurt by the thought of Lucid leaving without saying a word. Her sadness quickly transformed into resentment, her jaw locked before threw the thick blankets back to crawl out of bed.
    “No more of his charming ass, I will study like I intended to!” Westar’s growl was filled with rancour as her eye’s colours changed into black and red, dark red magic smothered around the blankets and making her wagon neat before wandering outside.
    The weak sunlight burned Westar’s sensitive fur and eyes, it would have been far worse but due to her mature age; she had grown a tolerance however, she still couldn’t spend hours lolling in it. She entered a dark cave - one of many secret entries into the grand mountains of Trotsylvania - and trudged through the darkness of the tunnels until she came across marble giant doors, in front of them were two guards in metal armor with the moon crescent imprinted on the chest plate. They eyed the mare and their eyes glowed crimson red before returning to their original colours, recognizing Westar.
    “West, have a word with your son.” One of the guard warned in his deep voice. “Otherwise we will have to deal with him like we should have done.”
    “I will deal with it next time I see him.” Westar muttered, her tone was filled with resentment.
    One of the guard looked hostile and opened his mouth to say something but his eyes refocused, he started laughing then nudged the other guard and he joined in. Westar’s reaction was utter confusion.
    “Of course, as long as it doesn’t interrupt your fun.” The guard snickered, trying not to burst out in laughter.”
    Her mood souring up even more because she was completely bewildered on what had cheered the guards all of a sudden, Westar rolled her eyes and opened the doors with her magic before slamming them shut after she walked through. The tenebrosity tavern was poorly lit by a few fire torches hanging on the wall, her nocturnal eyes swiftly adjusted. The tavern was very quiet but it was very early for anypony to be up, Westar sighed in relief but that hope was shattered when she heard another voice.
    “Mother, what a surprise!” The bubbly voice appeared from behind the bar, a brown and white pony with sea-green eyes waved at her. “I never thought I see you down here this early in the evening”
    “Good evening Appleby.” Westar said bluntly and sat down opposite the bar where Appleby served her mother a glass of red wine.
    “Well someone is grumpy this fine evening, why are you up this e-” Appleby’s buoyant expression reshaped into a state of perplexity. “You've got blue fleas!”
    “What?” Westar tilted her head and arched an eyebrow at her daughter.
    “In your mane!” Appleby squealed as she used her magic to levitate a silver tray in front of her mother. “See, a big blue flea!”
    Westar observed her reflection; the frizzy bedhead of mane, the dull bags under her black eyes and the blue little unicorn that was snuggled into her mane. A smile curved onto her lips as her eyes returned back to their original colour as she hear the little cute snores, she felt guilty for thinking the worse of Lucid.
    “That’s where you been hiding little mouse.” Westar smiled and looked up but she couldn’t see him, only feel him in her mane.
    “That’s ain’t no mouse, it’s a massive flea!” Appleby overreacted and put the tray down to get another glimpse.
    “It isn’t a flea, you silly mare! It’s only Aeon.
    “Aeon? Aeon of Dreams?”
    “Hmmm… yes.” Westar replied too quietly, feeling her cheeks burning and going rosy red.
    “Ahhh… Mother-”
    “Appleby, please don’t.” Westar interrupted and chugged the remaining of her wine, she didn’t want her daughter asking her questions; not yet. “I better get going, I’ve got hunting to do.” She stood up and backed away from the table, hoping to escape Appleby’s questions. “See you soon Apple.”
    “B-but Mother!”
    Appleby’s calls were left unanswered as Westar hurried through the doors and left the tavern, she took her head in disbelief then chuckled to herself as she cleaned the glasses.
~~~
    By the time Lucid had awoke from his deep slumber, the morning sun was waking up too. Westar laid under a tree and admired how the fire-lit colours sketched across the east and melted the darkness away, she took deep breathes of the fresh, crisp air of the morning frost. The blue demon fluttered his amber eyes and yawned, the mare’s ears flicked at the sound of Lucid.
    “The devil has finally awoken, did he get his beauty sleep?” She teased him, feeling his movement in her fringe. “Or wasn’t my mane up to your high standards?”
    “Oh deary, you shouldn’t mock me so easier.” Aeon cautioned her with deep voice which hidden a tint of humor. “Or I will use your mane as my personal resting place.”
    “As long as you pay me rent, you can do what you wish.”
    Within a blink, Aeon pounced out of Westar’s messy mane and transformed back to his normal size - being four inches taller than the fluffy mare. Their muzzles were barely touching, Lucid gave her his lustful glare and his evil chuckle which made Westar tremble with desire.
    “How would you like me to pay?” he asked trying to act coy. “With bits or with pleasure?”
    “I’m sure I can think of something.” Westar replied amorously, licking her lips and baring her fangs. “I heard your blood is sinfully sweet, I might need to test that theory. But what about our studying?”
    “Fuck the studying deary.”
~~~
The erotic cycle repeats itself several times, most of time wasn’t focused on studying. I've had this drawing done for ages but of course, DA had to be a bastard and stopped me from uploading art. Stupid DA! *kicks*
Anyway, this is more fan-art for Peter. I'm sorry this took so long but it's finally up and I hope you'll like it with the story with it... ^//w//^
Info:
Time: A day on and off (including writing the prologue)
Program: SAI Paint Tool {drawn in Wacom Intuos Pro}
Westar © RelightLionKing
Lucid Dreams © AeonOfDreams
Art © RelightLionKing
Inspiration:
Sweet Dreams by Eurythmics
Kiss My Eyes And Lay Me To Sleep by AFI
Sweet Dreams by Beyonce
Dance with the Devil by Breaking Benjamin
Inside Out by Britney Spears

Description

ZOOM IN FOR BETTER QUALITY!~
All Rights Reserved
Do not take, use, reupload etc. my work without my prior written permission.
Thank you Learning magic from the devil can have its perks; learning an ancient form of orenda, being in company of a handsome demon, the abundant flirting which can - and often does - lead to titillating adventures. There’s only one downside, the difference of sleeping patterns. While the demon would be up basking in the sunlight, by the time he retired to bed; the vampire would be rising from her slumber and ready to hunt in the moonlight. Wanting to be vigilant and prove herself to her new tutor, Lucid Dream, Westar tried staying up to noon but most times; she would pass out from over-studying or from the carnal knowledge.
    Westar opened her eyes to see the colours of the sunset piercing through skylight, she growled knowing she had messed up her sleeping routine again. It didn’t matter, her aftertaste of sweet bliss told her it was well worth it.
    “Look’s like our routine is messed up again little mouse.” she chuckled in amusement and rolled over, expecting to see the blue unicorn laying beside her but he wasn’t there. “Little mouse?” Westar sat up and gently pushed her frizzy mane to aside, her amber eyes searching for Lucid Dream. “Aeon?”
    There was no reply, only a slight whistling sounds presumably coming from outside. She frowned for a moment and folded her ears back in disappointment, feeling rather hurt by the thought of Lucid leaving without saying a word. Her sadness quickly transformed into resentment, her jaw locked before threw the thick blankets back to crawl out of bed.
    “No more of his charming ass, I will study like I intended to!” Westar’s growl was filled with rancour as her eye’s colours changed into black and red, dark red magic smothered around the blankets and making her wagon neat before wandering outside.
    The weak sunlight burned Westar’s sensitive fur and eyes, it would have been far worse but due to her mature age; she had grown a tolerance however, she still couldn’t spend hours lolling in it. She entered a dark cave - one of many secret entries into the grand mountains of Trotsylvania - and trudged through the darkness of the tunnels until she came across marble giant doors, in front of them were two guards in metal armor with the moon crescent imprinted on the chest plate. They eyed the mare and their eyes glowed crimson red before returning to their original colours, recognizing Westar.
    “West, have a word with your son.” One of the guard warned in his deep voice. “Otherwise we will have to deal with him like we should have done.”
    “I will deal with it next time I see him.” Westar muttered, her tone was filled with resentment.
    One of the guard looked hostile and opened his mouth to say something but his eyes refocused, he started laughing then nudged the other guard and he joined in. Westar’s reaction was utter confusion.
    “Of course, as long as it doesn’t interrupt your fun.” The guard snickered, trying not to burst out in laughter.”
    Her mood souring up even more because she was completely bewildered on what had cheered the guards all of a sudden, Westar rolled her eyes and opened the doors with her magic before slamming them shut after she walked through. The tenebrosity tavern was poorly lit by a few fire torches hanging on the wall, her nocturnal eyes swiftly adjusted. The tavern was very quiet but it was very early for anypony to be up, Westar sighed in relief but that hope was shattered when she heard another voice.
    “Mother, what a surprise!” The bubbly voice appeared from behind the bar, a brown and white pony with sea-green eyes waved at her. “I never thought I see you down here this early in the evening”
    “Good evening Appleby.” Westar said bluntly and sat down opposite the bar where Appleby served her mother a glass of red wine.
    “Well someone is grumpy this fine evening, why are you up this e-” Appleby’s buoyant expression reshaped into a state of perplexity. “You've got blue fleas!”
    “What?” Westar tilted her head and arched an eyebrow at her daughter.
    “In your mane!” Appleby squealed as she used her magic to levitate a silver tray in front of her mother. “See, a big blue flea!”
    Westar observed her reflection; the frizzy bedhead of mane, the dull bags under her black eyes and the blue little unicorn that was snuggled into her mane. A smile curved onto her lips as her eyes returned back to their original colour as she hear the little cute snores, she felt guilty for thinking the worse of Lucid.
    “That’s where you been hiding little mouse.” Westar smiled and looked up but she couldn’t see him, only feel him in her mane.
    “That’s ain’t no mouse, it’s a massive flea!” Appleby overreacted and put the tray down to get another glimpse.
    “It isn’t a flea, you silly mare! It’s only Aeon.
    “Aeon? Aeon of Dreams?”
    “Hmmm… yes.” Westar replied too quietly, feeling her cheeks burning and going rosy red.
    “Ahhh… Mother-”
    “Appleby, please don’t.” Westar interrupted and chugged the remaining of her wine, she didn’t want her daughter asking her questions; not yet. “I better get going, I’ve got hunting to do.” She stood up and backed away from the table, hoping to escape Appleby’s questions. “See you soon Apple.”
    “B-but Mother!”
    Appleby’s calls were left unanswered as Westar hurried through the doors and left the tavern, she took her head in disbelief then chuckled to herself as she cleaned the glasses.
~~~
    By the time Lucid had awoke from his deep slumber, the morning sun was waking up too. Westar laid under a tree and admired how the fire-lit colours sketched across the east and melted the darkness away, she took deep breathes of the fresh, crisp air of the morning frost. The blue demon fluttered his amber eyes and yawned, the mare’s ears flicked at the sound of Lucid.
    “The devil has finally awoken, did he get his beauty sleep?” She teased him, feeling his movement in her fringe. “Or wasn’t my mane up to your high standards?”
    “Oh deary, you shouldn’t mock me so easier.” Aeon cautioned her with deep voice which hidden a tint of humor. “Or I will use your mane as my personal resting place.”
    “As long as you pay me rent, you can do what you wish.”
    Within a blink, Aeon pounced out of Westar’s messy mane and transformed back to his normal size - being four inches taller than the fluffy mare. Their muzzles were barely touching, Lucid gave her his lustful glare and his evil chuckle which made Westar tremble with desire.
    “How would you like me to pay?” he asked trying to act coy. “With bits or with pleasure?”
    “I’m sure I can think of something.” Westar replied amorously, licking her lips and baring her fangs. “I heard your blood is sinfully sweet, I might need to test that theory. But what about our studying?”
    “Fuck the studying deary.”
~~~
The erotic cycle repeats itself several times, most of time wasn’t focused on studying. I've had this drawing done for ages but of course, DA had to be a bastard and stopped me from uploading art. Stupid DA! *kicks*
Anyway, this is more fan-art for Peter. I'm sorry this took so long but it's finally up and I hope you'll like it with the story with it... ^//w//^
Info:
Time: A day on and off (including writing the prologue)
Program: SAI Paint Tool {drawn in Wacom Intuos Pro}
Westar © RelightLionKing
Lucid Dreams © AeonOfDreams
Art © RelightLionKing
Inspiration:
Sweet Dreams by Eurythmics
Kiss My Eyes And Lay Me To Sleep by AFI
Sweet Dreams by Beyonce
Dance with the Devil by Breaking Benjamin
Inside Out by Britney Spears