An Easy Spell

Lydia waited and marvelled at all the magical-looking thingamajigs and whatnot scattered about. Books and papers lay everywhere, covering the sofa and bed. The only 'clean' spot was a circle painted on the floor, surrounded by crystals.

"What are we summoning today?" Lydia didn't need to work hard to guess what it was. "Or are we transmuting something?" Lydia realized she should maybe work harder before opening her mouth.

"Oh, summoning. I hope. As to what I summon, well, that depends on my mood." He replied, doing some last-minute setup with candles around the room. "You can't summon with lightbulbs on. They have a habit of exploding, and you don't want glass to fly everywhere when you are doing this.

"What are you in the mood to summon?" Lydia couldn't make sense of most of what she saw as she stood still where he left her.

"If my guess is correct, it isn't a conscious decision. I won't know until after it happens. Be ready. Just stay there." He said, pulling his arms free from his robe to make wild gestures as energy swirled around him.

Lydia could still feel her ass throb, but the sensation was a pleasant reminder rather than uncomfortable pain. She bounced a bit on her feet to get a bit of motion going but realized her bouncing tits might be distracting as she was just to the side of his vision.

There was a tornado of light in the circle, and with a puff of smoke, the energy went out of the room. Lydia thought it a bit anticlimactic. However, within the smoke was a fluttering of enormous wings, and a woman was revealed as the smoke cleared from the movement. She was facing away, but the wings were hers; like a giant fairy, her skin sparkled.

The fairy woman turned around. Her hair had shifted from a confused blonde to a deeper yellow with a tinge of red caution. “Hello?”

“Hi.” Lydia waved, mesmerized by the silk toga the woman wore and how little it hid, even the parts it covered. “So pretty.”

“Awe, thank you!” Her hair shifted colours again, mixing more in as she relaxed and fluttered her wings. “My name is Easy.”

“I bet it is.” Lydia openly stared at her flawless figure.

“That’s exactly what my wife thought when she met me,” Easy smirked, admiring Lydia in return. “I'm actually just an easy person to get along with.”

“My name is Lydia.”

“Lydia?” Easy seemed surprised and smiled. “Liddy is a friend of mine, but you dress like my wife Mari. She's got more ink, though. I really hope this isn't a one-way trip, though; I would like to get back to them.”

Lydia looked at the sorcerer. “It's your show boss. What’s the deal?”

“She will just go back in an hour or so.” He stammered, still stunned. “I’m trying to figure out how we summoned you specifically. It's a subconscious summon spell. I wasn't thinking of a busty fairy. Just summoning a magical creature.”

Easy looked at Lydia, “It smells like sex in here; I bet busty was on your mind.”

“It does? It was a quickie.” Lydia sniffed the air.

“I have sex for a living. I know the smell, and you give me the same vibe as the women I work with. Well, past tense now, we have enough money that the rampant sex is for fun rather than wages.” Easy eyed Lydia closely. “If you have energy, I'd love to get a fun story to tell my wife.”