Innolith padded though the vast library of the university.
It was late in the evening before an extended break for students and staff for the Lùnastal festivities so the place was almost empty, as were her halls. Perfect for the privacy she wanted to conduct some personal research into summoning.

Adjusting the grip on the two books she had already she threaded though the stacks to her destination wing.
Although several doors allowed egress for emergencies, only two allowed access to the section, or more accurately two most people knew about.
As a volunteer librarian she had access to the secret ways that let the librarians move though the vast complex without hindrance.
Stopping by a hidden servants door by a pillar she pushes her staff key in and slipped into the musty cool of the service areas of the great institution.

Stopping to summon a small floating orb of light that sat just behind her shoulder she glanced around and started to run, her feet silent on the old wood floor.
It wasn't that her destination was restricted, or even embarrassing, in fact the university and library had been looking to relocate the section to be more accessible, it only was limited in access currently due to having started as a connecting section between two others.
After a couple of minutes running she stopped in an alcove next to book carts to catch her breath, the distinct loop and bar of the section on the carts and door.

Φ

The phi section, an old term from the section. It still held the name despite the antiquated nature of it, everyone still used the term.

Steadying her breath she cracked the door to the section and listened.
Silence. Not the silence of people being quite but the silence of there being no one to be quite.

Stepping out she glanced around before creeping along the stacks. Unfortunately the specific shelves and books she needed where furthest from any of the staff entrances, requiring her to cross the wide central path and it's tables displaying whatever the librarians thought most in flavour.

Glancing out the end of her stack she dashed passed a display of quite explicitly covered books she didn't spare a second glance at.
Getting to the shelves again she slipped down and along finally reaching her destination. Erotic & sexual summons.
Glancing on the spines she found the few she wanted: Viderks "Gaudium Sexus Monstris", Mythyens seminal work "On The Summons And Bindings Of Fiends From The Second Circle" and worst of all, Palmedies "Summoning sex daemons for dummies".

She slipped the books between the others she had, clutching the spines against her to try and conceal what she was carrying she glanced around and dashed back to the hidden ways.
It wasn't that she was embarrassed about summoning fuck monsters. There was almost no judgement about such activities on the plane. Rather it was that she couldn't summon them.

She was a princess of the Court Of Spring, inheritor of Pan and daughter of Min. She was a satyr princess of a court and line known for it's reveals and pleasures, for it's place in the spring rights of new life and birth. Summoning creatures and monsters for pleasure should come as naturally to her as breathing and brewing!
But no, she couldn't summon creatures of pleasure. Oh she could ferment a fine brew, dance among the stones and play tabour and pipe as well as any other of her kind but the other parts?
Nothing.
She was, if she was honest, still an un-sated satyr. Even if she was just as horny as any other of her goat like kind.
It wasn't for trying, just she never got the knack of it.
She lacked that spark her brother's and sisters did.

At the dance among the stones with the people of villages to bring good crops or thank for the harvest she could frolic as gaily as her kind did but leading someone off for a roll in the hay? She got all tangled up in herself and just couldn't quite pull it off.

It wasn't that anyone said anything, but rather a point of pride. She accomplished at everything else, more or less, a goat of her line should be, she was even getting excellent marks at university in classes her kind tended to be weak at.
A nerdy satyr and a virgin, she felt like a failure to her family. So she had resolved to do what she did best and study so during the coming Lùnastal revels she could finally join the rest of her kin in the full enjoyment of life.

As she trotted thought the hidden corridors and access ways of the library complex she imagined what she'd summon and do with it. Or them... After all it was over a week until she'd have to take up her courtly duties and go to dance.
But what order to do things in? She'd already done extensive research but still she'd not settled on an order. Would starting with an incubus or succubus be sensible? Or maybe just go straight in for tentacles? Perhaps something else entirely?

Her horny musing was broken by a soft patter footsteps coming along the corridor. With nowhere to hide she decided to simply carry on. The books where safely in her grip, the more embarrassing ones sandwiched between the others, no one would notice and she had every right to be in the corridor even if she wasn't working.
Rounding the next bend she spotted Skrrt scampering along the corridor. The small kobold seemed to be incapable of moving in any way not described as a "scamper" or "scurry".

"Greetings of the evening Innolith!" The pint-sized lizard person chirped "I have been sent by head librarian Xerocks to find some books so I cannot stop but hope you are well!"

Innolith chuckled and smiled at the energetic little creature that hardly came to over her hip.

"I'm fine Skrrt. I'll let you go about your duties"

With that they passed around the corner.

Maybe a kobold or dragon-kin would be a good start? She'd heard from her sister that the hemi-penis many possessed was very fun, or the ribbed and ridged of others, and they couldn't be too big, look at Skrrt and all the others she knew, someone not taller than her stomach couldn't be too large for her, or at least she hoped, the books didn't really agree on their average size.

She reached the front desk and hurriedly checked the books out herself, another perk of being a student volunteer librarian. She still didn't have an excuse why she was checking them out if someone asked but she was sure she could come up with something, even if she was an appalling liar, which was a trait she'd gotten from both her parents.
She wondered though the shambles that was the universities campus until she reached the rather monastic looking complex that was her halls of residence.
Her steps echoed uncomfortably as she made her way down to the basements and cellars beneath the old building. She'd selected one months ago when she'd started this project, it was a couple of floors below the rest of the building, below the storage and laundry rooms and bedrooms for those who couldn't go out in sunlight or otherwise needed and preferred to be underground.

The door was sturdy and she could lock it with ease for privacy, thought she didn't, despite the fear in the library of being caught she felt a certain thrill at the idea of being caught in flagrante.
Setting the books down on a table she pulled up a chair and started to read. She'd read all of them before, as well as many others, but wanted to make sure. The construction of the summoning grid was the usual affair, some form of containment area and then the actual summoning diagram.
Containment grids and circles where easy, everything she was planning to summon could be confined in pretty basic geometry as they didn't tend to be much interested in rampaging or escaping she walked to one end of the room where she'd already drawn a large circle and placed a string and peg to draw more geometry into the diagram.
It took almost an hour to draw out the first summoning circle, not due to the complexity but more just size and her desire for accuracy. She'd decided to draw the summoning pattern large enough she could enter it rather than have the entity come out after a binding pact, which while not often s problem was easier for what she planned.

Standing at the edge of the complex diagram she lit the final candle and stepped into her position as she read out the incantation.

In the centre of the circle a sphere of darkness started to glow before collapsing into a ball of pure light which seemed to suck all other light into it. This then exploded into bright darkness while collapsing into the darkest dazzle.

"Mmm, well aren't you a pretty thing, it's about time" the creature she'd summoned seemed to purr.
"I like how much room you've given me too. This is novel..."

Innolith stammered, standing within the circle was a lithe deer like woman with an above average chest and a plump sheath, complex patterns of shadow and light snaked down and off the woman until all that was left was her soft dappled fur of her legs and pail flesh of her body.

Innolith didn't know what to say beyond incoherent half phonemes.

"Oh I'm sorry, I should probably explain. I teach here as something to do. Being one of the rulers of the carnal plane gets rather dull, between the occasional summons I don't really need to do much, it turns out it's very easy to organise an orgy one plane of sex and lust, and lower ranks can do the whole tempting people thing, we don't exactly do the political intrigue or war of other planes so we find hobbies. Mines being a university lecturer in summoning and realm theory. As a royal you get a royal." The elegant part deer woman explained in a playful tone.

"I'm, I'm not a..." The satyr tried to object, no member of staff beyond the dean and one or two admins should know she was royalty.
Although it was an open secret a lot of people from noble and royal households attended the university, being the best*

(*the actual best was the university on the plane of knowledge which no one counted as its unfair to count a university from the realm of knowledge, it was like judging brews against those made by satyrs or head jobs against those given by a succubus)

of all the realms and planes, who in particular was a royal or noble was generally not known unless they made it known (there where plenty of egotistical students who bragged of their positions and power, but as many who wanted to take the time to study to escape the often stifling bonds of power).

"I'm a ruler of a world of lust, when someone royal puts out a summons you just know they're royal. Just as you know when and where to dance when summoned"

Innolith had to concede that point, it was all part of the way things worked, when people went to ancient standing stones or lit bonfires and danced you knew which to show up to as part of the rights and how to dance along to it, it was just an instinct she had inherited so of course a noble who dealt in sex knew when to answer a summons.

"Please don't tell anyone..." It sounded pathetic to say it out loud but she couldn't stop it.

"It's part of my job is to exercise professional discretion, just as I expect you to do the same. What happens here is no one else business unless you want to share, but know I won't." The deer had walked to the edge of the circle and smiled softly, hips cocked coquettishly. "So, how can I help?"

Innolith told her, if anything it was easier to explain and tell the canine her problem then it would have been if it was some random creature from the same place. She stepped into the ring, a desk and pair of chairs manifest as they discussed her problem. It was exactly what she needed - to understand how to summon fourth entities of pleasure, to interact with people and get really into the revelry and parties. Images appeared to explain concepts and positions. It was the most graphic, explicit and academic sex education there had ever been, even if she knew all the theory talking about it in such a way was reassuring.

Soon though the subject had to be raised. Theory is all well and good, but practice is best.

"We can go somewhere more comfortable if you want. If you prefer though, I can send up someone else" the deer woman leant idly on the desk as she watched her student satyr.

"I... No, I. Actually, I rather... Well..." The next few words came out as nothing more than a mumble.

"You know. All this is not going to be worth much if you can't speak up" the lust goddess observed.

"I've had a fantasy about you. I caught a glimpse of you in the baths... And ..."

"I know. It's part of the job, so to speak, is to know when people get off over you. So... Would you like to go somewhere more comfortable or shall I summon a bed here?"

"We... we can go to my room " the goat girls plan fell apart, she suddenly felt safe to go to her room and be vulnerable, to surrender some of the control the grid and rings offered just to feel intimate. She wanted this to be fun, not some transaction as it would have been in the grid.

"Mmmm, good, lead the way"

Together they hurried up to the second floor corridor her room was off.

Closing the door the other women inspected the small but comfortable space.

"Mmm, very nice. I was in Latimer halls when I was a student, but that was a long time ago." She turned and gently pulled the satyr close "now, I think you're a little over dressed, so you're going to remove that robe of yours and get on the bed with me "

Blushing the goat obeyed, she'd chosen to wear a single piece robe with nothing below to make this easier, with a simple pull of the belt and a quick unwrap she stood nude before the older woman.
She felt nervous and wanted to cover her bare chest but didn't. Thick fur covered her legs and hips, and her desperate cunt too, but offered not protection to her soft flesh above.

"Mmm. Very nice, now come here. I want to show me how you masturbate... Tell me how you touch yourself with your fingers most often" it wasn't a command so much much as a request, no different to how she would ask the class.

"I lie down, on my stomach, like this" she climbed onto her bed and lay down, hips raised slightly as her knees drew forward one hand reached down to touch herself

"Oh? And how do you imagine your partner? Are they atop you? Behind you?" The deer climbed up to join her on the bed

"On top, often, pinning me..."

"Ohoh? Like this" the taller deer woman settled her hips against the goats ass, one hand wrapping around and trailing down to meet the satyrs own as the other took some weight

"Y-yes, just like that... They take my pussy like this" the goat panted grinding slightly against the other women's hand at her sex and the hips against her ass, feeling the tick sheath press under her tail.

"Mmm, I'm not going take you just yet, I want you to show me how you do it. Go on. Use my fingers just as you would yours... Fuck yourself as if I wasn't here" the voice was straight into her ear, low and commanding yet comfortable and patient.

Gently taking the other woman's hand she guided it properly between her legs, setting it against her desperate lips. It was strange to feel someone else's hand on her, but nice, especially feeling the weight of the other woman over her, soft flesh of the deer’s chest pressed into her own skin, deer fur against her own goat fur, thick hot sheath grinding against her ass.

"That's it girl, show me how you do it..." The woman whispered into her ear as she curled her finger back, guiding the older woman over her pussy, a finger slowly tracing over her outer lips, parting and teasing like she would when alone.

With a gasp she felt for the first time anthers finger slowly enter her, their middle fingers curving up and sliding into her ,gently curling and uncurling, the knuckles motion putting occasional pressure on the goats hooded clit.
With a huff she started to hump and grind against the hands beneath her, a little wriggling between the two to get comfortable as she started to find a rhythm.

"I, I imagine them grinding into me, as I lie like this" the satyr panted gently.

"Ohh, like this I take it?" The deer woman started to grind herself against the satyrs rump, plump sheath slipping between the girls ass cheeks occasionally or poking down between her thighs as her free hand rested on the bed beside them both holding the goats hand.

"yessss..." She moaned as her tutor got into the rhythm of it, her hips grinding down into the goats to set the pace and rhythm. The goat guided a second finger in, mimicking the action of the first as her sex ground and rubbed over the other woman's hand. There was something thrilling about using the other womans hand to masturbate in the way she always did.

"Mmm, good girl, don't hold back. We have a lot to study, and this is just the warm up exercises. So cum for me girl, let me hear you" she felt the older woman's legs shift and provide more leverage into her thrusts, that thick sheath still not freeing the cock but deliciously plump and hot against the satyrs ass and taint.

"So close gonna..." Innolith moaned.

"Do it. Cum for me like a good student, like the good girl you are"

"Cummmmaaaaaaahhhh!" the satyr tensed and bucked under her tutor, as she came hard. Panting the deer rolled off her back and next to her, easily retrieving her hand from under the panting goat.

"That's just chapter one. I hope you have energy for the rest"

"I do, just ... I ... " She buried her face in the pillow with shame as she mumbled out the rest, however the taller women lifted her face and looked her sternly in the eye

"What? I can't teach you if you don't communicate, is there something wrong?"

"I... I BLEATED!!!" She wailed out suddenly, trying to curl into embarrassment she ended up buying her face in the other woman's soft chest

"That's it?! You're ashamed you did what comes naturally?! My dear girl I take it as a compliment you felt good enough and comfortable enough to let yourself relax enough that it happened. During a dance and all that comes with that, you should be relaxed or at least so deep in the moment moment it happens. I'm certain I've heard many of your kin bleat during the celebrations, and I've certainly made plenty do so myself in such a manner. Let's be honest, a bleat is much more interesting and sexy sound from a satyr than a regular goat, and far more than the sound a deer makes! Have you heard a deer bray? It's awful! I promise you, no one will remember it but you, trust me, during the dance so much is going on they will only remember they had fantastic sex and great fun. Have you noticed others bleat? No? Exactly Now. Do you morph your parts or shall we continue like this?"

Panting the goat shifted and pulled her hand from under her, stub tail flicking.

"I do. I swap out regularly when I play with myself. I want to experience it all" she grinned mischievously, her satyr roots showing proudly.

"Show me. Show me how it looks and how you use it"

Wriggling and panting Innolith rolled over

"Between my legs, please, I... I want to watch you this time" she scooted up and adjusted one of the pillows to lean on the wall, resting back against it she guided the other woman to kneel between her fuzzy brown legs.
"I do it like this normally but... But I use a rag when I , when I complete" she blushed deeply as her cunt started to swell and push out, quickly forming a six inch shaft and two seizable goat balls. Almost before it was formed her cock was throbbing and hard, a thread of pre dripping down from the uncut tip.