Shall I get my Fiddle?
This is my first story, ever, and I kept it purposefuly clean to avoid butchering a work of eroticism. It just didn't seem like something I wanted to chance. Please, leave comments and judge me ruthlessly, any feedback is better than none.
A rather young tiger anthro crept silently through the dark hallways of the upper academy, the rooms reserved and specialy made for demon summoning. With a sneer painted on her average features and her robe clinging to her stick thin form, she was far from the prettiest sorceress in the entire academy, but she made up for her uninteresting looks with her firey demeanor. How many men in the academy had tasted a claw after groping her in mid-day lessons? But now, that firey personality was buried under the need for subtlety and the fear of getting caught.
Exhaling softly, Jezra finaly found the room she was looking for, the one marked simply 'room 16', a room made for the summoning of abyssal demons and higher ranking devils. The thrill of success raced down her spine and a throaty purr escaped her lips as she crept foward, slipping into the poorly lit room with only a brief look around outside. No one to be seen, no one following her. Good.
"Alright, lets see what the bitch was keeping from me?" she growled out angrily, rifling through her small shoulder pack quickly to find her small spellbook. Her teacher had earliar that day taken the book from her to remove a few pages from it so she would summon a devil too over her skill level, but Jezra's skills didn't end with magic and she had 'liberated' the book from her dest mere hours later.
"Ah! there it is...Daggadondal...ah!" she stopped and snapped her pawed fingers in victory.
As quickly and as silently as she could she took the arcane dusts and powders from the shelf along the wall and began to pour them in the preinscribed trails in the stone floor. The making of the Ring of Containment was usualy difficult, but the headmasters of the accademy had long ago inscribed the stone with the proper layout so no bumbling student would unwittingly summon up a demon that could break the hold and...well, eat people. It had happened before. She shook the image of being eaten part by part by a glibbering ice demon from her mind before she lost her nerve, and turned to finish the tracing of the circle.
About half an hour later, with the robe veritably soaked in her sweat, she finaly finished and relaxed agains the wall of the summoning room. 'Im getting out of shape.' she mused silently with a smile, looking down at her round and what some would call 'full' figure with a shake of her head. She'd have to talk to Triton about monk lessons, but that was for tomarrows agenda. With a heave and a sigh, she stood up again and gathered up the book, reading over the name of the devil she wanted to summon.
It struck her then, as she read over the name slowly, articulating each letter in her mind to get it correct. Why do I want to summon a devil? By all accounts it was dangerous, and even more so for apprentices like her that could barely summon up a fireball and ice bolt back to back. What would she ask the devil, anyway? A wish? A favor?
A grin slowly spread over her feline face, her ears flattening and her tail wrapping itself around her leg under the robe. Yes...she would ask to be a better wizard, and to be better looking and to have a better body. Why not fix all the wrongs she was teased for in one fel swoop. She purred in satisfaction as she imagined the faces of all the boys and girls in her dorm when she strolled in beautiful and powerful.
"Oh yeah, thats it." he purred before launching into invoking rites. "Glabra vandrek z'zet shan dua Daggadondala Maruxikuz, ter'an hau'rak!"
With a flourish, she pronounced the last power-laden syllable and flung her arms towards the circle. The room shook suddenly, and a great weariness fell over her, as if she had just worked out for two solid hours. But it payed off, she noted with wide eyes, as the floor inside the summoning circle bubbled up with red-hot lava. The room noticably heated up, and sweat poured off her already worn body. Jezra opened her robe and waved her hand over her face and chest in a feeble attempt to cool her off, though she found herself detached of her current situation as she watched the lava bubble in the middle of the round pool. And then...he...came up.
With a slowness and unnaturalness that spoke of his heritage, Daggadondala Maruxikuz, Arch-Duke of the 8th Hell arose from the pool, his skin and hair showing no sign of being affected by the lava that surrounded him. With his eyes closed and his hands draped limply at his sides he looked to be in a trance as he rose up and finaly came to a stop standing on the cooling lava. Slowly, his black eyes with red pupils opened and stared at her, leveling his full demonic power upon her. For being a 6'5 human with flat red hair and only a long and heavy loincloth covering his muscle-packed form, he looked as devious and insidious as any of the baboon-faced abyssal lords Jezra had seen in the example rooms.
"Shall I get my fiddle then?" he said with as low smile on his lips, staring at her in a dual hunger: for lust, and for the fact that he had eaten anthros and humans before.
"D-d-devil!" Jezrah stammered out, trying in vain to summon power and authority to her voice.
"Obviously." came Daggadondala husky voice in a sarcastic reply.
Jezra growled and advanced a step, "Daggadondala! I cammand you to obey me!"
"Its Daggoth, and you haven't given me orders yet."
A grin spread along Jezra's face once more, her earliar images of the faces of her fellow students dancing through her thoughts and showing in her eyes.
"I see she has an idea." Daggoth stated quietly from inside the ring, eyeing the ring itself with a studious look in his eyes. Jezra's heart began to pound from the fear of the devil finding a flaw in the ring and exploiting it. For what seemed like an hour, Daggoth eyed the ring and Jezra tensed and stared at him. 'One flaw and death' the professors lessons screamed in her mind, told her she made a mistake, prepared her for the hellfire of the devil's power.
Daggoth looked up at her with a blank expression and Jezra breathed out a heavy sigh of releif.
"I wan't you to grant me a wish." She stated smugly, cockiness returning in a flash of pride from the perfect circle.
"And I wan't freedom." Came a calm, and infuriating, answer.
"Don't toy with me, demon! Give me power and beauty, and you can go!" she growled at the devil as if her wrath were terrible indeed to behold.
Daggoth stood there for a long moment, staring at her with a dead look in his eyes. Jezra met the gaze for only a moment, and in that moment she became fully aware of whom she was addressing, and what he was capable of.
"Do it or you'll experience pain like you've never had before.." Jezra threatened, pulling up her spellbook and preparing to mispronounce his name, a torture that would turn even the most powerful of devils cold.
"Fine." came an angry answer, and with no reverence at all, Daggoth waved a hand infront of him and cast a spell in the span of a second.
Then Jezra screamed. It was as if lava had replaced the blood in her veigns, pumping through her shifting body as bones realigned, skin smoothed out, and fur changed color in an outward show of her alterations. What wasnt seen was her mind was electricuted by pure arcane power, teaching her what she would learn in the academy and beyond in the span of a few moments. Sadly, the pain wouldn't end in a few moments, and the moments stretched on and on, turning a minute of her life into a hellstorm of pain.
And then the pain stopped. As suddenly and as abruptly as it had come, it had gone, and she dug into her pack weakly in search of a component. There, she found it where it shouldnt be (of course) and brought it up to her face to examine what she had turned into.
Her jaw hit the floor as she stared into the eyes of a beautiful tawny-colored tiger with a round face and an angular snout that showed two rows of perfect feline teeth. Without any hesitation, she pulled her heavy and sweat soaked robe from her shoulders and exposed her suddenly boxum body. Large D breasts with pink areolas replaced her once B cup breasts and her fur turned from a dull orange to white-striped tawny with a white patch of fur coming from her breasts down her stomach to stop at her rather firm mound. Even her ass had rounded and firmed! Jezra grinned and ran a hand down both the front and back of her body, reveling in the magic-given look of her body.
Until a iron grip hand clasped her shoulder and a hot whisper rolled into her ears "Thanks for freeing me...Consider this a parting 'gift' for being such a wonderful pupil." his voice dripped with sarcasm, and she felt a hot tongue run along the ridge of her cat ears momentarily before the hand and the presence disappeared completely.
It was nearly an hour later that Jezra finaly stopped crying and shaking enough to sneak back downstairs and slip into her dormatory to a fitful sleep.