You wake up in your bed, cuddling a pillow... Hang on. Pillows aren't this warm, nor do they go 'Bum Bum Bum'. You open your eyes, and see an ocean of deep red. You manage to finagle your way out of Ellen's hug and examine your house. Luckily, your ring allows you to fix all the damages from last night. Speaking of last night, you don't quite remember what happened. You know you and Ellen fucked, but apart from that... it's all fuzzy. You get dressed in some comfy clothes and get cooking. You aren't sure what Ellen likes, but you decide to make some pancakes. As you finish, Ellen walks out of your room, fresh faced.
"Oh, Cerise! Sorry about last night..."
"Don't worry about it. Did you enjoy it at least?"
"Oh yes. I haven't felt that good in... Forever."
"I'm happy you're happy. Now, eat up, we have things to talk about," you say, before magically cleaning up the dishes. You get dressed, wearing a fluffy blouse and a mid-lower leg length skirt. You head to the living room and wait for Ellen to emerge from her room. A few minutes later, she sits down in front of you, which you immediately take advantage of laying your head down on her pillowy thighs. She's wearing a black tube top, barely covering her nipples, and revealing a large amount of cleavage and underboob. It's basically a strap of fabric that stays on her breasts through sheer will. Her hair is tied up in a high ponytail, and she's wearing a leather bomber-jacket that reveals her midriff, but not her arms. The inside is super comfy, and it's both warm and cool. Her ripped jeans are straining to contain her thighs, pillowy flesh bulging out of the holes.
"Are you comfy?" Ellen asks, stroking your hair.
"Yep!" you exclaim.
"Now, we're talking about things, Yes? So, I was just thinking, I love this accent. It's exactly what I was thinking about when I said an Infernal accent. Also"
"Good to know. Now, we need to finish the spells that'll ensure people don't freak out."
"Oo, can you make it so my parents don't know I'm a succubus, but they do know I'm their daughter?"
"Sure," you say, making it so. "No one else?"
"Mhm. Oh, can I change my name?"
"You can change anything."
"Really? Then my name will be Zenaiya Ferrus Infurnum, I'll be a freelance artist, and... how's about no one cares how naked I am so long as my nipples and vagina are covered. Oh, and make it so I can wear any clothing in any weather, and that I'm amazing at makeup, doing nails, and hair. Um... Can I do magic?"
You wish you knew if she could do magic, and you get a positive feeling. "Eh, sort of," you say, "I can grant you affinity towards certain classes and elements of magic, and I can even remove certain human limitations that keep you guys from casting magic."
"I'm sorry, You guys?"
"Yeah, I'm a fairy. See?" you say, pointing at your ears, "I could show you my wings, they're made of sunlight, but I don't wanna get up!"
"Ah, I see. Can you explain how that works?" Zen says, massaging your ears.
"Sure! So, imagine magic as... water, let's say. Everything has a 'pool' of magic. Every 'pool' is different sizes; most are small, much too small to do anything with. Sapients, like ourselves, tend to have larger pools than non-sapients, but that's not a hard and fast rule," you start.
"Oh, are humans the exception to that rule?"
"No, actually, humans have some of the largest pools out of mortals. Well," you correct yourself, "Mortals isn't the right word, but it's the one we're going with. Infact, humans have such large pools that some lesser... let's call them Demons. A bunch of lesser demons, succubi included, have smaller pools on average than humans. It's another reason why transforming you into a succubus would have been a bad idea. For your information, Fairies like me are on the higher side of Demons. Anyways, the reason humans can't cast magic is that their pools are sunken into the ground, and magics are created by... Dams, let's say. When 'water' 'flows' 'downhill' into 'dams', magic is cast. Even if I gave you affinities towards classes and elements of magic, that wouldn't do anything, because there's nowhere for the magic to flow. Turning you into a succubus would have 'raised' your 'pool', and then forcefully shrink it, forcing it down whatever 'dams' you would have made. It'd be a toss-up between everyone in the city burning, fucking, or bleeding out. I can raise your pool, without shrinking it, and give you some dams," you finish, "But you'll have to be very careful about it."
"I'm not sure about it, actually," Zen says after a pause. "Could I have a wand or something to help? I have so many questions..."
"I have an idea!" you exclaim. "I could make your element Technology! So you could make your own wands!"
"Thank you~"
"Of course."
You two spend a few minutes like that, drinking in the peace and quiet. It's interrupted by Zen saying, "Cerise. What are we?"
"I don't get the question."
"What's our relationship?"
"Ah... Wanna date?" you say. Unknown to you, the ring activates, twisting your hearts together. Pictures of the two of you living together fill both of your minds, and you find you don't hate it.
Zen leans down, your noses touching. "I'd love to." She then kisses you. A few minutes later, you detach from each other, and you fall back down to the couch. You go to your room and check on your messages. Before long, two red arms cross your chest, and you look up just in time for Zen to kiss your nose. "Sweetheart~~" she says, "I want to play with your hair, but I don't have any supplies~ Let's go out, shall we?"
Your heart skips a beat, and you respond quickly, "Sure, sure, gimme a minute?"
"You have 5," Zen says, leaving. "Love You!"
"Love you two," you say. You quickly change clothes, putting on a proper blouse, some socks, and some shoes. You also ensure that there's a shop that actually sell what Zen wants, just in case there wasn't.