A Summoning: Part II

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II

~High Priestess~

The demon lord was everything he could've wanted her to be, and more. She was drop-dead gorgeous, with cute little horns, a big, beautiful pair of wings, and a lovely tail, too. She radiated confidence and power, and even seemed...kind? That was an unexpected surprise; he had been preparing his followers for a more domineering, vengeful, or even brutal sort. But it was good, he thought; it was wonderful in fact. While it was surely unwise to cross her, she would likely keep many more in the fold with reward than he ever had with a combination of promises and fear.

His heart raced as he drove the car back to that...heathen's dorm room. She had allowed him—him—to serve her in private. She understood immediately that he was the one most responsible for her arrival on this plane, and...surely, with the attitude she had displayed already...!

They parked, and she got out of the car herself before he could get around to open the door for her. Then she strode around to the window his followers had messily broken to get into the first-floor bedroom, and leaned toward the broken glass. "Mm, yes, this won't do at all," she muttered. With a wave of her hand up and toward herself, the glass picked itself up from inside, gaining a faint purple glow, and the window was made whole once more. Nodding to herself afterward, she turned to him. "Now, inside. Come closer," she said, and he did so obediently, his excitement rising.

Once he was close enough she gently placed a hand on his shoulder and a whirl of shadow surrounded them briefly, dropping away to reveal the inside of the dorm room. There were still a few signs of a struggle, but nothing that he couldn't probably clean up himself now that they were inside. The demon lord made her way to a light switch and turned it on; then she turned around to face him, raising her hand palm-up for just a second and releasing a shower of purple sparks out to the walls, ceiling, and floors. "A silencing enchantment," she explained as she dropped her hand back to the side. "We may speak in privacy now."

Her loyal follower's heart was racing, and he could feel some sweat coming down his face. He was physically trembling with excitement. What did she want with him? The imagination brimmed.

"Really I wonder," she said, stepping closer, "what it is you want so badly. You were the one to get all of those people together to summon me, were you not?"

"I-indeed my lord!" he said. "I..f-from the moment I learned that your kind were..real, that there was a way to...I have wished to serve you."

She frowned slightly, looking confused. "Really? Just to serve me?" Then, after mulling over his words for a second: "Actually, to serve me? Do you even know who I am?"

He couldn't have picked a more difficult question to attempt to answer. "M, My lord. You are..our master, who we—"

"I mean, do you know my name? Or a title? Were you expecting me specifically; did you know how I would look? If you did, why did you choose a male vessel for me?" she pressed.

"I.." Her fierce, golden eyes gazing up into his...it was just too much to take. It would be foolish to attempt to deceive her, after all, wouldn't it?

"I did not know who, exactly, we would summon, my lord. Merely that—they would be powerful, and worthy of our devotion..and w-when I saw you, I knew...I, wanted to dedicate my life to serving you, my lord," he said, sinking to his knees.

"Really? Hmmn." She considered his answer for a long moment. For the first time he felt some apprehension: Was she going to reject him? "Your only wish is truly just to serve me? Perhaps a better question is: Why?"

"Err." He blushed. "My lord, I have always dreamed of..b-being dominated by one of your kind. Truly, your beauty is beyond my imagination, but I have long desired to behold even the palest imitation of it."

"You..." In her eyes, he could see her taking it in. "You wanted...heheh." Suddenly, laughter. A small chuckle at first, and then a bit of giggling, and then a full-out, roaring laugh. "HAA~HAHAHAHA!" She was doubled over from it for a moment, and then finally gathered herself, wiping a couple of tears from it out of her eyes.

"A-all this...you put together an entire cult and researched big, complicated rituals—unbelievably dangerous magic—and, and kidnapped me, and everything else, all because you're—into—demon girls?!"

"Uhh.." A number of things about her response confused him, not the least of which the phrase 'kidnapped me'. Had their summoning actually taken her from her original home against her will? He hadn't considered that a demon might not even want to leave their home plane!

She knelt herself down, just enough to put her face in front of his. "I think it's time I tell you the truth. If it disappoints you, I won't be the least bit sorry. You didn't summon a demon with that ritual of yours, you made one!"

"I." His voice caught in his throat. "Y-you're..?"

"Mm-hm! I'm the same person you kidnapped from this very room! Or—not you, but you know, same difference. Honestly, trying to talk like a 'demon lord' was already getting tiresome. You pumped all of your crazy cult's power and belief right into me, and..it did this." She waved an arm to gesture at her present appearance "It turned into an amazing power, all for me. Really, I guess I have you to thank the most of all!"

"S-so..you..are not angry?" he said. "My lord?"

Her head tilted slightly. "You're still calling me that? Look, it's me! I'm a student here at the same college as you! Although I suppose I don't have to be anymore if I don't want to; 'powerful demon with worshipers' seems like a pretty lucrative job."

"O-of course!" he said, bowing his head down. "If you, a-are willing to accept my sincerest apologies for any discomfort, and..f-forgive me and allow me to serve you, then I will be loyal to you forever!"

"Heheheh. You really are a weird one, aren't you," she said, patting him on the head a couple of times and lifting his face with a gentle finger on his chin. "Well, I did promise to reward everyone, after all, so I guess it's only right to start with you. How does the role of 'high priest' to me sound?"

"It is, e-everything I could hope for!" he said, in sheer disbelief. Even after what he'd done and said to her...to be so gracious; truly their lord was the kindest, the most generous!

"Alright then. Maybe I'll plant a little seed of my power into you, so we can work together more easily," she said. "Hold still, now. This won't hurt a bit," she added with a small wink. He blushed brilliantly at her cute face making that expression toward him, and even more so as she leaned in and gently poked his belly. He felt a kind of spark jump into him from the tip of her finger, and then a gentle warmth spreading its way out from that point to the rest of his body. Then, he began to feel the results of his new master's power entering him...

As his entire body became warm, he began also to perceive the world around him rising higher, his body shrinking in response to the gentle touch of her power. He felt smaller, too, his thoughts of becoming her loyal servant growing somehow stronger than they already were and her body seeming to tower over him as she stood up, crossing her arms and watching the progress of his change. Steadily his hard-won muscles softened away with a sensation not unlike them relaxing, and his shirt and pants grew looser on him as his manly frame steadily melted away.

He looked down, feeling something ticklish all across his body, all the way up to his face, and saw his body hair shedding away onto the floor, leaving behind soft, smooth skin. He could see how much closer the floor was now, and that it was still coming closer; his heart raced with excitement as he began to understand his gracious lord's intentions for his body.

And indeed, soon the shrinking died down to leave a very effeminate boy kneeling there on the floor, slowly turning his head back up toward the demoness who still watched his transformation with a slight smirk. He felt hair tickling his cheeks as it began to grow longer, his bangs falling down nearly to his eyes and one particular lock making its way down right between them.

The warmth grew a little stronger between his legs now, and was accompanied by an impossibly pleasant tingling. His already quite excited manhood...began to take up less room in his underwear. "Master.." he said softly, his cheeks becoming a different kind of warm as he saw her continue to smile. "Aa~aah..." His voice cracked and he squirmed slightly in place as the sensation down there grew stronger, and the shrinking increased its pace. "Oh, m-my voi~ice too.." he muttered, half to himself, hearing it crack and squeak more as its pitch pulled upward. "Aah, aa~aah..!" There was a slightly stronger tug, and then another one; he knew that soon his days of being male would be behind him. For the demon lord's pleasure..he couldn't imagine a better outcome. But he was also beginning to really enjoy what was happening in and of itself; it was getting harder and harder not to anticipate the looming change of sex as if it was what he had wanted all his life instead.

"Ah, ah, ah..!" Tug, tug, tug. The demon lord's expression was mischievous; she was teasing him. He understood then that she was in complete control of the change—of his very form. A wide smile crossed his lips as he understood this—his greatest desires were all coming to fruition at once! "Aaah. Aaah. AaAAah." Each little sound was bit higher in pitch. His master was thoroughly enjoying this, and so was he. But there was so very little left of his silly, unwanted manhood, and both of them knew that this part of the game would be over very soon.

"Oh, ooh, OOoOOO~OOOohh...!" Tug, tug, tuuuuuug. Was there really something left?! He felt so small, and soft, and girly, and his voice was treading up past alto range by now. But then, finally, it came: One final, sharp tug that developed into an indescribable slipping sensation as his manhood melted away completely and totally. This was, of course, accompanied with a loud, high, womanly cry, a long "AaaAAAAaaaAAAAAAAAAAAA~AAAAaaaahhh~!" and his head tilting back, his eyes fluttering closed, as male diminishment gave way immediately to female pleasure, and she understood exactly why her master had made the sounds she had at this point in her own transformation.

"Mmm~mmngh...!" The high priestess could feel her hips pushing outward and her stomach pulling in still more. Shuddering in excitement, she struggled to lean her head forward and look down, and saw her shirt splitting apart down the middle to reveal soft, smooth flesh; her pants were rapidly softening, thinning, and shrinking shorter and tighter, and below that her boyish undergarments converted almost instantly into a tiny pair of white panties, hugging flat between her legs. Her waist was slim, and her arms and hands so very small; her thighs thickened along with the growth of her bottom, but aside from that her legs were quite slender too. She also noticed some of her hair trailing all the way down her still disappointingly flat chest, and instinctively reached up a small, delicate hand to brush it around behind her.

"Ah~!" The new girl's examination of herself was interrupted by a sudden, yet gentle push from her chest as two tiny bumps formed centered on her nipples. As an aftershock the skin there tingled for a second or two, and left itself quite a bit more sensitive than it had ever been before. She looked up at the demon-girl holding full dominion over her body, and saw the same confident smirk as before..accompanied by a very slight blush. "Mn, master..!" she repeated, in her high, almost squeaky voice suited perfectly to the complete submission she felt toward the beauty standing above her.

"Please, I'm not finished yet," the demoness said teasingly, in her deep, sexy voice. Her tongue was briefly just visible licking her lips, and then she winked at her high priestess before another push came to her chest, bringing with it more growth and more sensitive skin brushing against her soft shirt—and that brought more of the wonderful sensation between her legs which she was already growing quite addicted to. "Mnn, aaAAah, aaahhhn~, maasteerrr~!" she cried out unashamedly, closing her eyes and letting it happen (if not willing it to). Her newfound breasts grew and grew, threatening to push the shirt apart entirely, but she didn't care; her master could see every bit of her that she wanted to!

It was only a few seconds, but it was like an eternity to the demon lord's new servant—an eternity of absolute, womanly bliss as her breasts blossomed their way out into an enormous, voluptuous pair of globes, bigger still by just a little bit than her master's own. She felt herself pushing up off of the floor a little bit, spreading her legs apart, and then something soft and pillowy underneath her as her enjoyment of the transformation peaked, and then as it finally reached its end.

"Hahh..aah..hahh.." She panted softly, slowly opening her eyes; one hand reached down to examine what she was now sitting on—some kind of big teddy-bear pillow—while the other slid across her belly, feeling the soft, smooth skin. Her pants had been reduced to a pair of frilly, dark, see-through shorts that did nothing to really hide her new set of feminine underwear (or how flat they lay down there), and her eyes had changed to the purple shade of her master's magic, glowing faintly from the deep connection now established between them. There were even a pair of earrings hanging from her ears now, as femininity washed over any remaining thoughts of boyhood in her mind.

"M-master..I, I don't know how to express my gratitude," she said softly, breathily—still far from recovering from the massive excitement of recent events.

"Hmhm," her master chuckled. "Look around you," she then advised. When the priestess took her eyes off of her master, she discovered the dorm room transformed—tripled in size (some space-bending magic, perhaps), with two big, fluffy beds, bright pastel colors all over, plush animals and all kinds of other cute decorations strewn all over the place. It was a girl's bedroom—it was two girls' bedroom!

"I, th-this is..Master?" she said, guessing at the meaning but fearing to hope.

"Well, it'll be easiest if we're 'roomies', won't it?" said the demon-girl, holding out a hand to her to help her up. She took it and slowly stood up, wobbling and finding actually standing up difficult to this body after her recent experience. To her delight, she was shorter than her master—enough that her eyes were at the demon-girl's lips! "This way we can speak in private, make important plans and decisions...enjoy each other's company," she said, her lips curling up into another mischievous smile.

"Aah~. Master, you're far too kind," the priestess murmured, her face ablaze with another massive blush.

"Now then. I've got a plan in mind to settle things in the morning as far as our 'disappearance' goes...well, it won't be a disappearance as far as anyone not in the know is concerned," she said. "For now, I think it'd be good to get to know each other a little better."

"O-of course, master!" she chirped, her face an eager, friendly smile.

"First of all, names. At least at first we can't very well have you calling me 'master' in public." The demoness nodded, half to herself. "Hmm, my name was Zeke, but I suppose Zotha is far more fitting. And nice and demon-y too, right?"

"Yes!"

She frowned slightly at her priestess. "Now look, I don't need a lot of yes-men. Or...girls. You're smart, you need to tell me whenever you disagree with me because you might be right!"

"Oh, but..I do agree with you! I-in this case, Master," she said. "Zotha is a name befitting your stature and your beauty!"

"Heheh, all right. How about you? What was your name before all this?"

"Oh um..uh, Jerod," she squeaked quietly. "I-it's truly not important. You may call me anything you wish, my lord!"

"Well, I can make a few suggestions," the demoness said. "But we can't have you using a name you don't actually like. You could start harboring resentment at it, or something. Sooo...Be honest, how does Jess sound?"

"It—mmph!"

The high priestess blushed brilliantly again, finding her master's palm covering her lips. "Don't answer right away! Think about it. Turn it over in your head a few times," she said, slowly lowering her hand away from the mouth. "Imagine living the rest of your life with other people calling you that. Although of course you can change your name again if you want—it's good to get it right the first time by thinking of it that way."

"Um.." She really did think about it. But..she loved it! It was the name her master had chosen for her. And...well, it was also quite cute. It felt like 'her', deep down, even without the connections to the demon-girl standing above her. Those sweetened the deal, however.

"M-master, I really love it. Really I do," she said, smiling brightly again.

"Awwh, I can't not believe you with a face like that." Zotha then leaned in and pulled her high priestess into a hug, which she was too stunned to react to at first, but eagerly returned once she comprehended what was happening. "You're really cute~," the demoness murmured into her ear.

"Aah! M-master.." she said softly. "T-truly, you're..ah..you're just too beautiful!"

"That's it. No more of the flowery talk around me, hmn? We'll have to work very closely together from now on," she said, "so I'd rather us both talk casually to each other, hmn?"

"Ooohh~Master, you're amazing!" Jess exclaimed. "I'm gonna make the whole campus love you, just you see! We'll be unstoppable together!"

The demon-girl pulled back slightly to boop her high priestess on the nose. "As long as you mean 'make' in the sense of getting people to want it and not forcing them to," she said.

"Of course!" she agreed wholeheartedly, and of her own volition too. Why had she ever been so aggressive to her followers, so...mean? Her master's way..gentleness, reward..it was surely best!

"Very well." Zotha pulled herself close again, and gently picked the smaller girl up, carrying her over toward her bed. "Well, I thought at first we might exchange life stories tonight, or at least get to know each other's likes and hobbies besides demon cults...but I can tell you're eager for something else instead. It can wait, I suppose—we've got plenty of time later."

"M-master? Wah!" She found herself being gently dropped onto the bed, on her back, with her master standing over her. It was everything she'd ever dreamed of, and more...!

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"Mnng..." The first thought that Jarod had, in a drowsy daze with the feeling of sunlight across his body, was that his voice sounded a little strange. Too high? In such a mental state, although he remembered so much happening..he was confident it had been a dream, a fantasy of the mind.

"Mnnh?" Jarod tried to make another noise, and this one seemed hoarse in his throat as his voice simply refused to go as low as it was supposed to. And he was beginning to become more aware of how the bit of cloth draped over his body contacted it, as well as the bed beneath. Slowly, uncertainly, he squirmed his legs together, trying to piece together the odd feeling.

She squirmed her legs together. The skin was soft and smooth, and...well, there wasn't nothing there but there was certainly nothing in the way of the legs. There was long, soft hair under her right cheek and below the left. She gave a small, high gasp, reaching a hand up to lightly poke at her chest and finding enormous breasts still there.

Jess's brain finally caught up to why she had woken up in the first place: The sheets and cover had come away from on top of her. Just as this happened, she heard a deep-voiced chuckle from above her. “Hmhm. Wake up, sleeping beauty~. We've got a lot to do today.”
Jess opened one eye slowly, wanting to believe but not quite able to. There, in a pair of frilly shorts and a tank top missing the upper half of its back, was Zotha, smiling down at her.

She sat up abruptly in the bed, feeling quite awake now. “Ah! M-master..did I oversleep?” she said, rubbing her eyes with a sleeve.

“No, you slept exactly long enough for me to have a shower,” the demoness said. “It's about three times as long as it used to be between these wings and this hair.” She picked some of it up in her hand; it was still fairly wet even now. “Maybe I should get it cut, or just magically shorten it...”
“Ah! Y-you can't do that! It's so perfect for you!” she said, hopping up onto her feet and reaching out to run a hand through it.

“Oh, are you telling me what to do now?” Zotha teased, crossing her arms. Jess paled, overreacting about as much as expected.

“N-no no no! Y-you can do anything and everything you want, master! With you, or with me, or...w-with me...” she repeated more slowly, starting to remember a bit more clearly the events of the night before.

“Hey now, none of that. Like I said, we've got much to do today. Go cool off in the shower for a bit, okay?” the demon-girl advised, taking her high priestess's shoulders and turning her around toward the bathroom.

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As this goes out, I have no less than two more parts of this story written and all ready to go up. This idea just would not let me go until after I had written quite a lot; it was really something. I think it's unlikely I'll be able to keep the title gimmick going for very long, and I'll have to think of something else. Oh well; it was sort of an off-the-cuff last minute decision, it was never going to be very sustainable, and I only barely even know what I'm talking about at all in the first place. If you wanted good Tarot symbolism you probably should've played a Persona game.