John's First Capture

His meditation went mostly unhindered by the far-off cursing and noises of struggling coming from just down the bar. He had enough mana almost immediately to shut her down again if she did manage an escape, but her far-off cussing happened to mean that she was still stuck, and so he could relax and focus. When at last he was capped off again, he made a slight effort to stretch as he walked back to his naked, pickled prisoner. Her tiny voice, although cutely high-pitched, had already thrown every slur John knew and then some. Where the Hell is she from? Another question, but one for after trying out the brand. He put his hand before her, and focused on casting his mark. He saw it constructed in his mind: a chaotic mess of swirling lines and colors in a two-dimensional space. He could control its shape! But into what? He tried desperately to not think about body parts, lest his future legions (he's already fantasizing about legions) carry banners with cocks or tits on them. But even refusing it began to make it more real, and soon a wang sandwiched between massive beefers faded into place- No! He digs through his mind, to find anything, any symbol at all that once held value-

It manifested from somewhere in his mind. A crown. A throne. A trap. A prison. Something from his childhood? A fantasy? A warning? The origin was lost, but the symbol remained... and formed in purple light upon his palm before peeling away and floating towards the fairy. "N-No way... I made sure! You're barely even a mage, you can't- please, just kill me! PLEASE DON'T DO-"

The symbol shrunk down, phased through the glass and pickles, and struck her on her lower abdomen. Her eyes and mouth went wide as if to scream, but no sound escaped her. Purple energy pulsed through her once, then again, her body jerking as it passed. John sighed with mental exhaustion; he never knew how strenuous casting a big spell could be... but all that fatigue washed away in a surge when the new popup congratulated him.

Fae daemonica (Lvl4) captured!
Fae daemonica defeated!
+80XP
DING!!

He... he won! Not just that, but... but that audible pop-up, that familiar sound of gamer celebration... he finally did it! "LEVEL UP BABY!" He hollered it into the empty diner, arms raised in victory... except the diner wasn't empty anymore. Looking around, he now saw that the few stray customers, including two students from Ashcroft, are joining his waitress in staring at him, dumbfounded. He was back... did they see him come back? Did they see anything that happened in that strange, washed out reality? The giggles from the one female student present and the bemused eyebrow of his server told him that his exclamation was all that was heard... and likely all that was needed to further solidify his reputation at school. He sat back down at the diner bar, ignoring his abandoned soda in the booth behind him. On the polished countertop before him, neatly arranged by some unknown ****, was a small collection of items: the clit piercing tied up in his shoelace, the torn-up dress of a small fairy, four old quarters for a measly $1.00 in loot, and a tiny jar, barely a shot glass with a lid, filled with sparkles. With trepidation, he looked up to the pickle jar... only to find a paperclip and some bits of scotch tape that hadn't made it out as well as the rest of her bondage gear.

Her, his brain repeated. The fairy. She was gone.

Worry replaced embarrassment. Quietly, he shoveled his possessions into his inventory, dumped the cash on his table (with a generous tip), and promptly fled for home, filing through the army of prompts that hovered behind his level up indicator. He was level 4 now, with 11 / 800xp to go before he dinged again. He got +10 to hp and mp, and a full 5 points to put into stats! The idea of filling in his weaknesses had its appeal, but the mana cost of his new abilities made him think twice. Putting that aside for now, he looked over the other new prompts, all of them likely spawned from his branding of the little demoness:

Summoner's Temple:
Fae daemonica (unnamed)
Lvl 4
hp 2/90
mp 38/40
str 2, agi 14, end 5, int 14, wis 12, cha 18, lib 8
skills: mana bolt lvl1, theft lvl4, meditation lvl2, invisibility lvl1, instant dungeon lvl4
qualities: flight, fey, tainted

Curious about those qualities, John taps them to get information: she's fey, and so can't be seen by anyone less than twice her level unless she attacks them first. Her tainted status means she can't regenerate naturally, and her flight ability is obvious enough. He was curious about her skills as well, but the pop-ups that appeared were so brief that he thought it better to investigate later. Eagerly, he swiped away the new summoner menu and found new skill prompts of his own:

New skill: Heal monster lvl1, mp equal to 100% of hp healed
Heal monster: heal a friendly monster for any amount of hp.

New skill: Summon/Dismiss lvl1, 30mp + 10mp per level to summon/0mp to dismiss
Summon: Summon a monster held in the Summoner's temple. Casting time: one minute.
Dismiss: Dismiss a summoned monster back into the Summoner's temple. Casting time: one minute.

Perfect. It still meant most of his mana would be spent if he wanted to summon her, but he could continue to scrape by with just his new pool. Unexpected is the achievement behind the new skill warnings.

Achievement unlocked! "Rip Those Garters, Oh My My"!
You've torn all the clothes off of an unwilling target in a single encounter!
You now have a 100% increase in damage done to the clothes of your enemies.

Well... a bit specialized, that, but Mr. Newman was hardly opposed. Once he was free and clear of the diner, he took stock of his latest additions to his inventory:

Special item: evil fae dress (diminutive) [BROKEN]. This fashionable black one-piece is uniform for all corrupted fae, small and large, and seems to be made of soft scales.
+3 CHA
+1 mp regeneration/minute

Special item: jar of tainted fairy dust (diminutive). Demonic fairy excretions of all types are locked in this jar.
Causes **** sexual pleasure and arousal on contact.
Target permanently gains +1 LIB with every new dose, to a maximum of once per minute.
No effect on tainted fey.

The dangers of those "excretions" made John terrified to handle it as carelessly as he did until now... but with the danger passed, he's all too eager to find a use for it. He rushed home, barely kissed his mother hello, and stowed himself away in his room. Though his eagerness made it difficult, he meditated for the third time today, prompting yet another notification upon opening his eyes:

Achievement unlocked! "All Day I Dream About Zen"!
You've spent at least two hours using the Meditation skill in a twelve-hour period!
+1 Wisdom
+1 hp/minute
+1 mp/minute

Like in so many games, he'd miss the frequency of these early achievements. With the wounds and weariness finally thrown off, John felt ready for whatever may come. Convinced that his mother won't have any reason to enter his room for now, he concentrated on his new spell... and upon his desk burned, with heatless purple flames, his summoner's sigil. It then imploded and warped outward into a circle, a portal of swirling violent clouds that began to be split by the form rising from beneath them. John knew the form well: the limp, nude body of his sole servant, her head hanging low as if ****. The only difference now was her stomach: his symbol, tiny and glowing brightly, marked her as his. The portal snapped shut the moment she was out, and such was what finally brought her out of her fugue state. "Where... oh... oh..." Her wings fluttered, but didn't bother trying to launch her upwards. She sank to her knees, ignoring her nudity to stare, crestfallen, at her own torso. "You... I'm..."