“This new pen might just be worth the price tag,” Ulti muttered, shaking her head as she flicked the tip across the tablet. “I mean, probably not, but…damn. Pretty close.”

The fact that it had cost nearly $700 - on discount, no less - meant that it would probably never be worth that price, but at least it came with a guarantee of never breaking down. Considering the number of tablets that she’d gone through, having something that she didn’t have to worry about replacing, ever, was certainly worth the extra expense on that alone. And the fact that it seemed to read her pressure inputs so much better than the last one, almost as if it was reading her intent as much as it was sensing the pressure she put on it, was a serious plus.

The blue-scaled lizard leaned back, adjusting her hair with one hand while shifting her tablet with the other. As she ruffled the locks out, she looked at the imp from several different angles. So far, so good, though she’d have killed to have another couple of hours to actually work on it rather than having to turn it over in the next thirty minutes.

“Hmm…Ugh. If I had a little more time to work his cock out…”

And his hands.

And his feet.

And his tail.

And his everything, if she got right down to it. Ulti told herself that it was the perfectionism of the moment trying to get to her, trying to prove to herself that the new pen was good enough to justify spending that much on it and that it should have given her an even better piece of art. Even knowing that was the case only took some of the sting out, though, and she still wondered if she would be better off asking the client for an extension to get this imp done properly.

He’d understand, Ulti thought, setting the pen down and adjusting the straps on her wrist braces. I mean, D&D group, fun character…he’d get it…I think…I hope…

Ulti’s fingers hovered over the delete hotkey on the side of the tablet to the point that she had to reach out with her other hand to brush them away. It was time to start moving on from perfectionism, particularly for something that was just a sketch commission. She had to learn to let go, not pursue everything.

Even if it stung like hell to look at her own work sometimes.

She forced her hand back from the delete button, instead bringing the pen down to the options in the corner. Tap, tap, tap. File, save, export -

Export in Highest Quality.

It was the first time that she’d seen that option, but she tapped it without even thinking about it. Before she knew what was happening, her tablet started groaning, creaking and clicking.

“Oh, no. No, no, no, no, no, don’t do this to me. Don’t do this. I can’t replace you, too!”

Yet, as soon as she said that, the image of the purple-pink imp on the screen doubled. The second copy pulled back, off to the side, then spun into a circle before getting drawn up to the point of contact between her tablet and the pen. She stared as it almost seemed to get sucked into the pen itself, and then -

POOF!

Ulti jerked back, her chair rolling back from her desk. Floating in mid-air between her and her tablet was the very imp that she’d just drawn. Her jaw dropped as he floated in front of her, back to her but with all the, ahem, ‘assets’ in the front hanging down far enough to be seen between his thighs.

Oh god…oh, god…

“What da fuck?!” Mythril whipped his head back and forth, his slender tail flicking around with him as he turned in space. “Where am I? Is dis another trick? Another trap from - oh. Oh!”

He’d just managed to turn to see her, and considering that he was floating and she was sitting, that meant that his dong was pointed almost directly at the end of her snout. The lizard bit her lips as the imp fluttered his wings, but at least he looked almost as surprised as she did. Not nearly as flustered, though, particularly as she was sure that her cheeks were on the verge of catching fire.

“Uh, you, uh, you da one dat did da spell?” Mythril asked.

“I didn’t think I was doing a spell. I was just - why am I talking to you? This has to be a hallucination or something.”

“You know, lady, if I didn’t smell magic in da air, I’d say you’re probably right, but, uh, dat’s magic.” He pointed at her pen. “Dat’s a lot of magic.”

Magic was a thing? Well, obviously, yes, it had called her art out of the table to talk to her and show off to her and -

And there was still that big dong on her face. She was trying very hard not to think about that thing, and it was really hard - not that the dick was hard, but it was difficult (much better word) to not think of a cock when it was right in front of your face. Ulti cleared her throat, trying to look anywhere but at it, but Mythril made that really hard as he fluttered down, standing on the arm of her chair.

Right. Small and light and - why did I design you with a dick that big?!

“You okay?” he asked.

“Um, define okay?” Ulti asked, shaking her head. “Because in my world, this doesn’t usually…happen. I mean, we think about it and write about it - and fantasize about it - I didn’t say that!”

“Oh ho ho, fantasize? Now you’re talking my language. That’s dis about fantasizing?”

And now he was sitting on the arm of her chair, his legs dangling over hers, leaning on one fist like some sort of happy little merchant. She groaned, covering her eyes.

“Look. It’s nothing.”

“Nah, dis’s something. Come on, spill it. I mean, you sucked me outta my world, you could tell me what’s going through your mind, now.”

“I’m not thinking of anything!”

“Yeah? Why don’t you look me in the eye and say that?”

“Cover your s-” Sexy fucking cock, she’d been about to say, and she stopped herself dead in her tracks. “Cover your dick, and I’ll talk to you.”

“Come on, it ain’t dat bad.”

“I’m not used to naked people in my bedroom. Please. Just…please?”

“Fine, fine. Hang on.”

She covered her eyes as he reached out of sight, pulling something over. Once he made it clear that he was done, she turned around to see that he’d put one of her hats over his crotch. Not much better, but at least she didn’t have to look at the meat-pole anymore. Ulti let out a sigh of relief.

“Now, look me in the eye, den, and tell me what the heck’s going on?”

She looked up, only to immediately find herself staring into glowing eyes. Another little moment of forgetfulness; she’d forgotten that Mythril had been made with a hypnotic gaze, and a powerful one, at that. Despite knowing just what she’d walked into, she ended up staring right into his eyes, and the glow held her gaze tight. She bit her lip for a half-second, trying to break out of it, but there was nothing she could do. All she could do…was stare…and fall…

She felt warm, relaxed, happy. The tension that had been running up and down her back and through her arms faded. The aches that had built up from the drawing session drifted away, and the sudden fear-cramps that had come up as soon as the impossible had happened were slowly leaving her in the same fashion. All that was left was a warmth that had nothing to do with that pink gaze, and instead came from…

“Hey. You still with me?” Mythril asked.

“Mmm-hmm,” Ulti said, vaguely aware of how slow her voice came out.

“Yeah, you’re with me, heh. Alright, den. What’s going on? Why are you acting like dis? I ain’t doing anything to mess with you, so why are you all freaked out?”

“Not used…to sexy people…in my room…”

“Ohhhh? Are you a virgin?”

“No…”

“Good. They’re boring.” He chuckled, moving from the arm of her chair to her lap. “So, you said something about fantasizing. Fantasizing about me, maybe? Or about dis big thing?”

He waggled his dick under her hat. Sober-Ulti would have ripped him a new one. Zonked-Ulti just nodded, grinning with a silly giggle. Mythril chuckled.

“Oh, you’re one of dose! You like being told what to do, but don’t like dinking too much about it, yeah?”

“Yeahhhhhh.”

“Alrighty, den, girly. How about you get up and turn around? I’ll give you your fantasy.”

Only vaguely aware of what she was doing, Ulti got to her feet. The lizard girl didn’t really think too hard about what she was doing - and that was as much a conscious decision as it was obedience in following a command - but could still feel the heat in her cheeks as she pulled her sweats down, letting them hit the floor before turning around. She could feel the imp rubbing her tail, stroking it, pulling it up and out of the way before -

“Damn, you look good. You sure you need to be zonked for this?”

“Yes…”

“Well, you do you, girl. I’m gonna enjoy dis, but I promise, you’re gonna enjoy it too. And not just ‘cause I tell you to, heh.”

He was short enough that he was having to hug her hips to hang off them, but she could feel that dick throbbing between her thighs, big enough to push from the back to the front and hang a good five inches past her pussy. She didn’t look back; she hadn’t been told to. Instead, she looked straight ahead, humming and moaning under her breath as she waited for him to pull back and line up.

This…this…

Nah. Thinking was too hard. And besides, her body was more than ready for this. She could rip Mythril a new one for her own stupidity later, and get an answer to the mystery of what was going on then. For now…for now, she’d obey… Not that she had a ‘choice’ in the matter. And not that she’d enjoy it anymore if she did.