Lady: Begin the Ritual

Eager to get this show on the road, the woman begins rummaging around her apartment. Empty cans of drink are kicked aside and cupboards left closed far too long are searched through. A space is cleared and the ingredients pile up. A bottle of peppermint schnapps donated by a distant relative, a handful of sand from the smoker's area downstairs, rotten meat carefully harvested from the bottom of a month-old pizza box. Ten different pieces of string. Egg yolk mixed with cola. A few flower petals stolen from the neighbour's hanging garden. With these and more assembled, the ritual is almost ready to begin.

With careful precision and copious amounts of translation of the poorly written instructions, an ersatz magic circle has been created. A small bowl, right on the edge of the ring of random stuff awaits the final and most crucial ingredient. Without a care, the young lady pulls off her shirt and pants, breasts bouncing free and an already wet crotch exposed to the air. She kneels before the circle, her hands running over her body.

"I can't believe I'm actually doing this," she giggles to herself, a slender finger running over her warm entrance. Stroking herself gently at first, using her other hand to stimulate her nipples, she slowly gets into a rhythm, her fingers diving inside centimetres at a time.

It doesn't take long for her to get into the full swing of things, squeezing her heaving breast with her hand as she penetrates herself wildly, the air filled with a constant 'schlick' noise. As she masturbates, little squeaks of joy escaping her, she finds herself producing more liquid than expected. Drip by drip it fills the little bowl, her excitement building with unexpected ferocity until she experiences what is easily the best orgasm of her life. Her insides quivering and contracting around her fingers, she pants for air as the last of her girl-cum drips into the bowl. Looking down at her work, the girl grins. It may have been a dumb fake ritual, but that was a surprisingly good session of personal time. It's almost as if the magic circle is glowing! Wait, uh-oh.

The ingredients carefully laid out begin to glow, some bursting into flame, others exploding into colourful sparks or hovering in mid-air. The lights flicker and go dark as the room seems to fill with a powerful wind, the only illumination from the slowly intensifying light at the centre of the circle. The light eventually begins to take a kind of shape, the girl naked and terrified watching on with awe. The light seems to grow teeth, horns, scales, claws, eyes, nostrils, wings. It curls around itself and glows with a molten gold light until it becomes clear what it is. A tiny dragon, about the size of a small dog, sits coiled about itself in the centre of the ring. It regards the woman with eyes full of menacing intellect.

"Jasmine," it booms, a voice deep like an ancient bell, "Thou hast summoned me!"

Jasmine, shocked and afraid, nods. "I guess I kinda did, didn't I?"

"Yea, thou hast indeed! I am Feng, thy spirit dragon, born of thy desires and sent to fulfill them."

"Feng? Spirit dragon? Desires?!" Jasmine exclaims. Half-way between terror and excitement, she forgets her nudity and fixes her attention solely on the dragon before her. It's definitely real, Jasmine decides. She's not crazy enough to start hallucinating and, in the off chance that she is in fact that mad, it's not like she would much care anyway.

"I can see thou art unsure of my power. Thou hast summoned me but knoweth not what I can do." Feng seems to grin, full of teeth. Despite his ominous voice and appearance, he is kinda cute, all coiled up like that.

"I w-was just following some dumb guide on the 'net, I didn't think I'd summon anything ..."

"The net? Who inscribes a summoning ritual on a net? A mysterious time I've been summoned to, to be sure." Feng chuckles. "I jest. Trust not the words of strangers many leagues away. Trust thy spirit dragon instead."

"Yeah, uh, mister spirit dragon? Can I just ask you a question?" Jasmine interrupts.

"Yea, thou may indeed."

"What is it exactly that you, um ... do?"