Demon summoning (but for real)

“Hmm…” Stocking looked around the room again at the small groups of women being happily molested by fake tentacle demons and scratched her chin. “Actually, why don’t we stick around this floor? It’s been a while since I’ve been part of a good ritual.”

“O-oh, sure; I suppose we could do that.” Brief shivered a little and silently hoped the tendrils they’d summon would pay more attention to her than him. “Should I reserve a circle just for us, or do you want to share it with a group?”

“Neither,” Stocking replied, grabbing a piece of chalk sitting beneath a nearby blackboard. “I was thinking we should show these ‘witches’ how it’s done and summon an actual demon here to the park.”

“W-what!?” Brief jumped back in surprise. “You can’t be serious!”

“Of course I am; summoning a demon’s actually not that hard once you know how to do it right,” Stocking replied as she got to work drawing a large circle in the corner of the room. “And besides, don’t tell me that a paranormal geek like you hasn’t thought about doing something like this at least once.”

“I, uh… might have tried demon summoning a few times when I was kid… though the most I ever managed to get was my father angry for wrecking our basement,” Brief admitted, scratching the back of his head with embarrassment. “I’d definitely like to try it for real, but… are you sure that doing this will be safe?”

“Don’t worry; this seal will make sure that they’re loyal to their summoner, so it won’t go berserk unless we tell it to,” Stocking said as she drew Ademic symbols around the circumference of the circle and finished the pentagram at the center. “Though, I have a feeling that most of the girls here would probably enjoy that.” Stocking then reached into her bag, which was still filled with candy and goodies from the haunted mansion, and took out three black candles and a lighter. “So, are you in, or are you out?”

Brief looked down at the candles and then back up at stocking before smiling and taking the candles from her hand. “Alright; let’s do this!”

“Okay; then place the candles around the circle and light them, and then we’ll be almost ready,” Stocking said as she added the finishing touches to the summoning circle. A minute later and it was finally complete, its gothic imagery forming a stark and intimidating contrast to the fake summoning circles that were on the ground elsewhere in the room.

“Alright, so this is the part where we start chanting the incantation spell, right?” Brief asked, wiping the sweat from his forehead.

“Not quite; there’s still one more ingredient we’ll need before we can actually get started,” Stocking answered. “One drop of virgin blood.”

“...” Brief did another quick glance around the room and stared at the dozens of women getting railed in every hole by mechanical tentacles. “Uh, are you sure we can’t find a substitute for that? Because I think trying to find virgin blood in here might be like trying to find needle in a hayfield.”

“Ugh…” Stocking slapped herself in the face. “Not that kind of virgin, you idiot. ‘Virgin blood’ just means that it’s the blood of someone who hasn’t used their blood in a ritual before; and since your rituals all failed, yours should do just fine. So just stick out a finger and think about the Shire or something for a minute.”

“O-oh… okay.” Brief winced and closed his eyes as he extended his hand and Stocking took out a tiny needle from her bag. “Hey, wait; you’re an angel, right? How come you know so much about summoning demons any- ow!”

“You ask too many questions,” Stocking said as she took Brief’s poked finger and squeezed it above the summoning circle, dripping the center with a few drops of red blood. “Okay, that should be enough; now to start the ritual.”

Stocking clapped her hands together with enough **** to silence the entire room, and the lights seemed to glow darker as the candles around the circle began to shine brighter. The residents of the room watched with a mixture of fear and fascination as Stocking began to chant in a language that none of them understood. To their shock, the candles began to levitate and the chalk of the circle began to glow bright white as storm clouds somehow began to form right over their heads. Soon, lightning was cracking and gusts of wind were ripping through the room, eliciting a few panicked cries from the crowd as it seemed like the world was starting to end.

Feeling the ground start to shake, Brief wrapped his arms around Stocking’s soft body to try and stabilize himself, but the angel herself was completely unfazed and kept speaking her incantation like a woman possessed. Then, finally, a bolt of lightning crashed down out of the clouds overhead and struck the center of the summoning circle, and when the smoke finally cleared everyone in the room was left aghast by what they saw.

“Oooh, yes, sister! Just like that!” a very naked Scanty moaned with her back on the ground and her red skin coated in sweat. “Oooh, you always know just how to push my buttons!”

“Of course, sister dear. You only deserve the best~” an equally naked Kneesocks replied above Scanty, their bodies connected by a large pink, double-ended dildo stuffed into both their tight cunts. “And I promise to give you as many orgasms as you want, and more! Even if I have stay here in our hotel room all day, I’ll make sure that you leave satisfi… wait.” Kneesocks stopped her thrusts into her sister’s pussy and looked up. “This… isn’t our hotel room.”

“Eh? What are you talking about?” Scanty turned her head and finally noticed the crowd of people around them. “What the hell!? Gyaaah!”

Scanty and Kneesocks both seperated and stood up onto their feet, their shared dildo flopping to the floor and their faces even redder than normal as they stared at confused crowd with looks of pure hatred in their eyes.

“What is the meaning of this, you vile street-urchins!?” Scanty demanded, an accusatory finger outstretched. “How did we get here? And why? And… where even is this?!”

“Goddammit... I should have known that the circle would have just summoned the closest demons, not any that were actually powerful,” Stocking swore. “I knew I should have sacrificed a goat too, but this was such short notice…”

“You…!” Scanty’s voice dipped an octave lower as she finally noticed Brief and Stocking standing next to each other. “I should have suspected that this was all your doing somehow! You are going to pay- aah!” Scanty tried to take a step forward, but the instant her foot collided with the edge of the circle she jumped back in pain. “Wait… what’s happening now?” Scanty curiously poked a finger over the edge of the circle and felt an electric shock travel up her harm. “Dammit… what kind of sick spell did you cast over us, you simpletons?”

“Woah, woah! Calm down!” Brief put his hands up defensively. “We were just trying to summon a demon for fun is all; we had no idea that you two would be what we got!”

“Calm down? You steal us away during one of our most precious moments together, and you really expect me to calm down?” Scanty asked, though her voice lacked any bite to it. “Wait a second… I actually calmed down? I was so furious just a moment ago, but now… how is this possible?”

“It’s like I told Brief before; the demons in the circle are loyal to whoever summoned them,” Stocking explained. “And since Brief’s blood is what got you here, that means that you both have to do whatever he says.”

“Oh… I think I finally understand now,” Kneesocks interjected. “I’ve heard all about these kinds of rituals when we were in hell… mortals would summon us to the surface to do their bidding, enslaving us to their slightest whim! Why, I bet you’re already thinking of all the awful, perverted things that you’re going to make us do.”

“N-no, I’m not like that, I swear!” Brief countered, starting to sweat as he realized just how many people were staring at the four of them now.

“Don’t bother trying to lie to us, pig. We know your type.” Scanty spat, her spit sizzling in the air as it hit the invisible barrier around her. “First, you’re probably going to order us both to become your pets, making us walk around on all fours as you lead us around naked on leashes. Then, you’ll violate us both in front of your disgusting low-class friends before prostituting us to them for nickels and dimes. Then, once we’re covered in disgusting semen, you’ll have us lick each other clean with our tongues before ordering us to do it all over again, never giving our bodies so much as a moment’s rest!”

“No, dear sister… he won’t do anything of the sort.” Kneesocks stepped forward and pushed Scanty behind her. “If you insist on subjecting us to your sick whims, then please spare my sister. Do whatever you wish to me, no matter how gross or humiliating… as long as my dear Scanty is spared, I will not complain.”

“Ah! So noble!” Scanty’s eyes sparkled with joy as she swooned behind Kneesocks. “I truly don’t deserve to have a sister as heroic and cool as you, dear Kneesocks!”

“Er, well… okay…” Brief swallowed nervously. “Then, uh, how about you give me, a… kiss on the cheek? O-only if you want to, that is.”

“A… kiss on the cheek?” Kneesocks blinked in surprise and cleaned out her ears with her fingers. “You summoned us, the two most beautiful demons in all of hell, and all you want is… a kiss on the cheek?”

“Y-yeah, of course!” Brief looked away to try and hide just how brightly he was starting to blush. “Even if you are my enemy, I’ve never hated you so I could never **** you to do anything gross. Plus, I… always kinda thought you looked cute, Kneesocks.”

“Hm!?” If her face wasn’t already red, the demon would have blushed even brighter than Brief was. “V-very well then… I’ll grant you this one wish, but only because I have to do something for you before I’m dismissed. And you better appreciate this…”

The single-horned demon girl then stepped out past the pentagram, leaned down, and gave the freckled boy a chaste, but sweet, smooch on the cheek.

“Awwww~” the entire crowd, save for Stocking, cooed at the sight of the kiss.

“Hey! Don’t you dare think this is cute!” Scanty shouted, her rage starting to return to her now. “My sister is making a sacrifice for me; you should be feeling sorry for her!”

“Well, this is… nice, I suppose,” Stocking thought silently to herself as she watched. “Wait… why am I blushing? I don’t care if this geek gets a kiss from some random slut…”

Huffing, Stocking clapped her hands loudly together and interrupted the couple’s demonic kiss. “Alright, you’ve had your fun, Geek Boy; time to send these to bitches on their way.”

“R-right.” Brief bashfully looked away again as Kneesocks went back inside the summoning circle. “Thanks for that… and I really am sorry that we interrupted your private time together. I promise it won’t happen again.”

“It better not; or else you can kiss your chances of ever passing an exam at school again goodbye,” Kneesocks replied, doing her best to still sound peeved for her sister.

“Oh, forget about him, dear Kneesocks,” Scanty said as she pulled her sister into an embrace. “Let’s return to focusing on us, shall we.”

“Yes… let’s~” Grabbing Scanty by the chin, the bespectacled demon pulled her sister into a shameless kiss in front of everyone. “Farewell, cretins.”

“And good-fucking-bye to you too.” Stocking snapped her fingers and the demon sisters disappeared into a cloud of smoke. “Glad those two are finally gone; now, let’s try to actually summon something interesting, like a shoggoth, or a demon hound…”

“W-wait! Hold on a second!” Before Stocking could make any adjustments to the summoning circle, the tour witch from earlier pushed through the crowd to address Stocking and Brief. “Um, as much as we love your enthusiasm for magic, I’m not sure the castle would be able to withstand another ritual like that.” Her eyes then glanced to the side as she began to sweat. “Plus, we don’t actually have a permit to use real magic here.”

“Are you fucking kidding me?” Stocking groaned in frustration and tossed away the chalk that was in her hand. “Fine; I’m sick of this Magic Plaza place anyway. Hey, Geek Boy; what’s the next closest area of the theme park?”