Renegade Magic

Mike scanned the shelves in front of him, but saw no signs of the lights. Where the hell did they go?

"What are you?" A familiar feminine voice muttered from one of the shelves of books off to the right.

Mike flew up over the counter to investigate, and upon entering the aisle he saw the same cute brunette who had been at the reference desk a few moments ago now surrounded by the five glowing lights. He hung back for a moment and watched, trying to determine exactly how to handle the situation. He got a better look at the patron as he assessed the lights, noting the way her dark knee length skirt sat on her hips and how her green long sleeved shirt framed her ample tits.

Distracted as he ogled of the girl, Mike momentarily forgot what he was supposed to be doing. One of the lights zipped down past her face and traced up her cheek before flying back out through her short dark curls of hair to make them flow back as if from the wind. This quick motion made her giggle, and her skirt flared up slightly as she twisted quickly around to follow the lights path.

Focus Mike! Something in him tried to snap himself out it.

"Are you guys, like, fairies or something?" The girl asked as she tried to keep track of the lights darting around her.

One flew down beneath her then darted up her skirt, and the garment suddenly flared up around her to expose her tight white cotton panties to whoever was watching.

"Woah! Easy easy easy." She spun around and quickly tried to shove her skirt back down.

She looked around with a tinge of red creeping into her cheeks, but it appeared as if no one was watching her currently. Except for an invisible and intangible Mike that is.

"Damn..." Mike muttered to herself as he eyed her physique with a new appreciation.

The little lights seemed to be talking to each other while they dove in and around the girl, though Mike could only make out part of what they were saying.

"...she'll work."

"I want to be the one that..."

"I'm going in!"

Based off of the girl's reaction, Mike guessed she could not hear what they were saying. She still seemed to be struggling with her skirt as it kept trying to flip up.

"Oh! What...what are you doing down there!?" She panted.

Mike realized that the light that had darted beneath her dress a moment ago had not returned. The girl turned her back to him and tried to **** down the front of her skirt. When she did, the back flared up again and Mike noticed that her panties had now wedged up her backside considerably more. Not only that, he noticed what looked like purple streams of energy or something occasionally zigzagging across the fibers of the garment.

As attractive as he found the sight of the girl squirming beneath the **** of these things, Mike decided things had gone far enough. Floating towards the girl, he spoke in his most commanding voice.

"Alright, leave her alone. Come on out of her panties and stop...err...whatever you're doing down there."

"Ha ha!"

"Nope!'

"Come and make us!"

The little lights called out in mocking voices. As with Janet, the girl could still hear neither Mike or the lights. She could definitely feel their affect though, as she struggled to now hold down her shirt when two of the lights suddenly zipped up the front, causing it to quickly roll up to scrunch up beneath her tits.

"Alright, fine!" Mike growled and moved in.

As he got close to the girl, who was now starting to panic slightly, Mike began to feel that same pulling sensation he felt when he had neared his own empty body. This time it was slightly different though, and a bit lower...

"Wait a minute..." He mumbled as he got up nearly right next to the girl and the pulling sensation increased.

"Shit!" He cried out as he suddenly felt his ghostly formed sucked down towards the girl's waist.

For a moment, it seemed he was warped and twisted until he suddenly felt warmth and tautness around him, as well as a feeling of confinement. "What the hell?" His voice felt muffled as he struggled against his confinement.

He heard the girl gasp from above him, then felt something that seemed like a hand press against him. He could barely see anything, as his vision seemed to swim in every direction. Most of what he saw was darkness and shadow, so he tried to focus on the light.

"Wait a minute, am I..."

Mike stared downwards, and saw two long pale legs extending to the what looked like the floor of the library.

"Oh shit."

Somehow, those damned lights had sucked him into this girl's panties. He struggled again, trying to fly away, but it seemed for the moment he was trapped. As he moved, he heard the girl grunt and felt her strain against him, and he realized his movements must seem like her panties had suddenly sprung to life and were fighting with her.

"Well this isn't good." Mike mumbled to himself.

"You're telling me!" The girl hissed above him.

"Wait...you can hear me!?"

Janet watched as the thing possessing Mike continued to flip through the book and read out more of that strange language. Each time it did, something different seemed to rise from the book and merge or something into Mike's possessed body. For the moment, whatever was using Mike was ignoring her.

"What are you doing?" She asked, stepping forward slightly, both out of concern for Mike's body and for her own curiosity.

"Preparing." The thing in Mike broke of its strange chorus to answer her before resuming its magical read-along.

"Preparing for what?"

"To make a deal." It paused again before resuming.

"Oh. To make a deal with who?"

The possessed Mike did not answer her for a moment and continued to read. After one last long spiel of that incomprehensible language, a wave of green mist swirled out from the book and washed over his body before disappearing into his features. The thing in Mike then suddenly snapped the book shut and tossed it back ono the desk and turned all of its attention back to Janet.

"To make a deal with you." Mike's face smiled innocently.

"Me? What do you want with... What could I possibly give you?"

"It's not about what you can give me, it's about what we can give each other." Mike's body took a step towards her and she took an equal step back. "I've seen you watching me over here. I know you're curious. I an show you more of this magic."

Janet paused her backpedaling. "What do you mean?"

"You can't read that book. Only Mike can." Mike's possessed body pointed to the closed tome on the desk that had started all of this. "Or at least only others of his bloodline can. Honestly, it's incredible he even stumbled across that thing. No, you are left out in the cold when it comes to this power."

Janet considered what the thing was saying. She had tried to read the book, and it was completely undecipherable to her. Somehow Mike could understand every word. Maybe this thing was telling the truth...

"What...What would I need to do? If, maybe, I wanted to learn more." She hesitantly asked.

A devilish smirk passed over Mike's face and his arm reached up a hand and snapped his fingers. "Oh!" Janet jumped in surprise as her teal lace panties were suddenly yanked down her stockinged legs by an invisible **** to puddle around her heels.

"You just have to let me in."