The Summoning Of Ruboris; The Exposure Of Gwen

Note: This was started as an RP type story with a partner who doesn't want to be named, so I've edited it as one prose-type story. That will explain if it seems off at all for the first few chapters. I invite anyone who is interested to please, please, PLEASE approach me to continue this in either RP form or even just alternating chapter adds if that's more your style. Even write a branch of your own if you like. The concept is too good to be wasted.

"Ruboris!" Her words echoed across the planes, across worlds. "Mischief-maker! Patron of Perverts! I summon thee!"

Gwen shivered. The night was cold. The moon was gibbous, and the clearing was wrapped in shade by the trees around, so that only starlight touched her skin. That was good for privacy. But she was still...chilly.

"Ruboris!" She called again, her voice full of lilting power despite her internal discomfort. "Who humbled the enemies of magicians immemorial, who sees secrets laid bare with ease! You are called!"

Twice she had called the spirit's name. The circle of stone and sticks she had arranged before her should contain him, until their pact was complete. But first she had to make the third injunction. The one that would not only get his attention, but **** him here.

"Ruboris!" Gwen cried, thrusting her arms wide. "Denuder of Djinn! Sage to the sinful! I compel you to bargain!"

A chill stole over her body, sent goosebumps and hairs raising down her spine, and she knew the spell had worked.

Her cheeks flushed. Her hair was red, and in the moonlight her flesh was pale, but now they turned closer to a pink. She wrapped her arms around herself with renewed self-consciousness.

Gwen wasn't shy. It wasn't that. It was just that she wasn't super used to casting, ahem. Skyclad, before. Naked. Completely naked. Because that was the one thing all her books said got this thing's attention. At least this thing wasn't human. This wasn't weird. It was eldritch. Cool. Adult.

"Super, super stoked to meet you," she mutters, waiting for the spirit to make its presence known, covering herself tightly.

The clothes at her feet called to her, but she didn't want to show this thing weakness.

Still, her toes (naked toes) curled against the soil, uncomfortable.

Exposed.

There was nothing for a moment too long, and the pretty nude young woman might have been seriously concerned if it weren't for the sudden burst of flame at her feet, and the subsequent pull of stones from the ground that flew as if guided by invisible hands. Something equally invisible stoked the fire, and it began to smoke heavily. All of this happened within seconds. Great clouds of smoke poured over the clearing, and began to drip....oil!? Ok, now this was serious. Gwen didn't know whether to move from her spot or not. This was getting fucked up. However, just then, the oil began to solidify into something like coal, which stacked up rapidly into an almost humanoid shape. Then melted again into a sludgy, shiny black mass about the same height. It grew white hot from within and became more and more detailed as it was literally forged from inside out into a semi-solid , herculean man-like shape. And then it spoke in a voice like crackling embers. "Ahem. You seek to summon Rubonis, the Humiliator of Heroes, the Decimation Through Doubt, the Mighty Mortification Of Mankind?!" Eyeholes burned their way through its sneering head. Then it regarded her bare form. "I do so enjoy this part. Have to tell you, was getting real tired of the underworld." Seeing no resistance, Rubonis continued. "Had myself a nice hard little desk in a nice little sweltering office just down the road from Tartarus. No benefits. No 401k. Same damn décor for the last two thousand years; fire and brimstone? Bah! Sooo refreshing. So bold! And the paperwork!"

It took her a moment to find her voice. She didn't like the way this thing looked at her.

"Um. Paperwork?" Gwen said dumbly. Then she shook her head, as if to clear it. "You're trying to distract me. It won't work. I would like your...services. And I'm here to talk terms."

She sounded very stern, she thought. Very breezy. The effect was only somewhat spoiled by her nudity, and the breeze she felt tickling her nether regions.

Rubonis leaned closer and inspected her from head to foot, as if really noticing her for the first time. "Ah yes. Me, an 11 billion year old demonic power lacking causal limitation....and you, the umpteenth naked, sniveling human girl. Let's talk terms, shall we." His eyes lit up (quite literally) with excitement and malice all at the same time. "First and foremost, you shall prove your loyalty to our bond. And.....you shall reveal to me your title. It's a formality, but I do like to do this by the book." He nodded to the scattered clothing. "Disgraceful. You return to your most natural state, and yet you litter your modesty around it's great halls and clearings. Be rid of it. Not your bodily modesty. Your material modesty is what I desire." Rubonis cackled. "So, what are you waiting for? I am made of flames, at present."

She tried not to flinch when he threw out the n word. It became harder to conceal her discomfort and trepidation as he kept talking. "You want me to...give you my clothes?" Was she squeaking? No. No, definitely not. Witches do not squeal. Or snivel! She tried to stand up straighter without sacrificing any coverage.

"I...absolutely not. I have to get home after this. And I have to walk. And what do you mean, title?"

This was a little awkward. She didn't like learning new occult lore in the moment. And this thing was older, stronger, than any she had summoned before. He was no lesser Djinn or Daemon. Maybe she had underestimated the ancient trickster of infernal power.

Rubonis snickered. "You'll get home, of course. That's not in question. You'll get home to your friends, neighbors....boy neighbors. This is a co-ed camp, is it not?" His eyes flickered. "Come now. All I need is your loyalty, and I can breatheee again. Earthly air is so exotic for a demon, don't you know?!" When he said the word 'breathe', he paradoxically blew a billow of rancid smoke into the poor girl's face. "Your title is your name. Your clothes are the bargaining chip." The avatar of Rubonis folded its arms. "And then we will talk about specifics, mortal."

"How did you know—" she began, but then he breathed in her face, and she suddenly gagged, her hands drifting to her mouth as she bent over and tried to keep from doing anything more.

Gross!

Then she realized the spectacle she must be putting on. Her knees, bent. Her small but too-perky tits hanging in gravity's palm. Her...womanhood, covered only with ginger hair she kept meaning to trim.

She gritted her teeth and deliberately, firmly, replaced her hands. "My name is Gwendolyn Pryce. And if you want my clothes..."

She swallowed. She had come this far. And she could be stealthy if she had to.

Gwen manage to snap her fingers with out exposing much (more), but it did draw the spirit's attention between her legs. He had other things to look at, too, as her clothes started to float into the air. Light blue, cotton panties. A tight-looking bra. A tank top. Psychedelic-patterned sweats she'd probably miss.

One by one, they flick to the spirit's hungry maw.

Rubonis's 'eyes' never quite left the woman's bare frame, hungrily devouring her exposed curves. They ran over her legs, her thighs, probing to get a glance between them at her treasure. They ran around the swell of her hips, her supple bare stomach, her round breasts, and even the small details of her upper chest and clavicle. They savored every last nuance. Meanwhile, the fire consumed first her panties, then her bra, the wires snapping and disintegrating. Then the tank top, her sweat pants....and finally her shoes and socks. Even the rubber seemed to be eaten away by the fire, for there was no remaining trace. No going back now.

Rubonis grinned a toothy grin, even lacking teeth as it were in this form. "Well....that certainly wraps up the formalities. I suppose this means we have a deal, human. Now, let me present you with a boon, as is the convention of our pact."

Rubonis, or its avatar, seemed to explode in front of her, warming her pale skin, but not burning, thankfully. The demon could have destroyed her, but seemed....intrigued. No doubt he had intentions of his own.

Then Gwen felt something strange over her skin....a new awareness....she couldn't help but stretch her legs and back, and wriggle her toes and fingers. She felt....more aware than ever before. Which was both exciting, and quite terrifying in her exposed state.

Suddenly, the world seemed to intensify. Colors vibrated into new clarity, she felt every grain of dirt beneath her feet, every lick of air around her skin. And the trees seemed to be moving, when she realized she could sense their most subtle manipulations by the wind in rapid time.

And then she saw it, where the stones and fire had made a figure to speak. A large, ghastly figure discarding what looked like a puppet's marionette, strings cut. "Well, well. You seem to be adjusting....adequately. Please, do quiver and gawk as needed. I've been told my appearance is awe inspiring to the mortal eye." He was not a goat-legged man, and he had no horns. It would be difficult to describe Rubonis's appearance in a language of human understanding.

She shivered at the sudden sensitivity, excited and unnerved by the sudden change. That was a boon, alright. Which meant Rubonis was the real deal. The air on her naked skin felt suddenly frigid, goosebumps raising from her bare ass to her shoulders.

Plus, now she was a ware of a new sensation. A faint...heat. Under her hand.

Between her legs.

Best not mention that to Rubonis. She does indeed quiver and gawk at the otherworldly being's manifestation, unable to quantify it. "W-what now?" She managed to say.

The entity rolled his enormous, grapefruit-sized eyes. They burned like white-hot coal. He pointed a long, sinewy finger into the woods. "You run along. I'll be with you. Always." Rubonis cackled. "And you might want to make haste. Use the senses I have bestowed upon you, girl. Our guests can't see me, but they can see you." There was a shuffling in the nearby bushes that could only spell trouble.

Gwen freezes, her hands still in place.

Our guests...

Revulsion and fury suddenly sparked inside her. She turned, still covering, and screamed at the bushes.

"I know you're there! Come out!"

The mild, gawky teenage girl she still is on the inside quietly murmurs, Please don't be a boy please don't be a boy...

The bushes shake as a figure stands up in the dark. And steps out, lanky and thin. Into the warm light- and it's totally a boy! Seeing her naked! Seeing everything, from head to toe! And then she hears a little more rustling and realizes it was never just one or two...she has a very interested group here, who must have watched her little show! Rubonis coughs. "Still here, missy. And don't say I didn't warn you. Put what I gave you to use, you'll see."

Her cheeks turn red, and old greek myths flash through her memory. Stories of goddesses who turned men who dared to look upon them into animals.

But more than one...dammit!

"Don't look at me!" she snaps, and tries to squat behind cover, minimizing her exposure. "What are you pervs doing!?"

How long had they been watching!?

The lanky one at the front stutters. "You're n-naked!". Pointing out the humiliatingly obvious as his eyes shamelessly roam her bare curves, from her blushing face, to her cleavage, to her hips, to her feet and back up again. A larger one stays more in the dark. "We could ask you the same. I know you. You're that weird girl." "Hey, don't make fun of her, she's cute! We agreed on that!" "I don't know what you're talking about!" "You're such an ass, Charles!"

It feels like steam’s about to come out of her ears.

Gwen stomps a foot. “Turn. Around. Now!”

She should probably be more polite, all things considered.

For all she knew, they had pictures.

Shudder.

Regardless of whether this band of boys had pictures already, they might soon. At least half pulled their phones out from their pockets, while others either stared openly or looked shyly at the ground. The same ground she was standing barefoot upon, sharing the same air that was caressing her naked body. However, very few turned around. "Let's get a picture!" "smile!" "I wonder if we could catch her!" "yeah, catch ourselves a naked girl!" Rubonis floated over behind Gwen's bare right shoulder, and she felt a warm, long finger poke her square in the bare side. It almost tickled. "You might want to take my advice. Turn tail and run.....leave them behind. Or.....be stubborn. Headstrong. I'm sure they'll find it all the more endearing."

Run? Without knowing what they had on her? Let them escape, with their stolen peek?

She couldn't.

Gwen hissed and pointed at the nearest boy taking out his camera, the joker who told her to smile.

She's not smiling. Not least because she had to uncover her tits to point.

She mutters a simple hex, and his phone, along with all the others, stop working.

"Who the hell do you think you are!" She snapped, and with her new power, she was able to make the wind turn chiller, her voice sharper. "You better run, and if you tell anybody what you saw here I'll make you go blind!"

Now that seemed to work a little better. Most of the boys were understandably frightened. A few stayed in place. "Dude, she's badass, this is even better!" "Heck yeah, badass naked chick!" "Woot! You do you, babe!". They weren't the sharpest of the bunch. Rubonis, behind her back, smiled despite himself. He thought maybe, just maybe, he could make this situation even more interesting.

"Don't call me babe!"

"Just...fuck off! I'll tell the counselors you were spying on me!"

"You'll end up on a sex offender list. Like the perverts you're being."

It's hard, Gwen was discovering, to be intimidating in your birthday suit.

If only she hadn't burned her clothes!

Momentarily, it seemed to work. The boys had a terrified look on their face. And Gwen felt a strange tickle in her throat as the words passed into the air, almost as if they had been augmented, strengthened. All but one of the boys dispersed back into the woods. A dark haired, handsome boy who didn't break eye contact. "I suppose that would work.....not on me of course. I know who I am." He smirked. "I don't think the pervert card works when you're standing out in the woods in the buff. Just a tip for next time!" She suddenly heard a growl from behind her, deep in the brush. She couldn't help but check, but when Gwen looked back, the handsome young man was nowhere to be found. And....nor was anything she could cover herself with, save her delicate small hands.

Gwen's heart was racing, and not just because of the noise.

Who was that guy? And how did he...

She swallowed, suddenly feeling very naked. And very...tingly. That last guy was kind of cute. And the way his eyes flicked over her when he said 'buff.' She shivered.

She made sure she was truly alone, and then scurried carefully back to shelter, and clothing, being sure to cover herself with too-small hands the whole time.

She was not looking forward to seeing that guy again. Or any of the little peeping toms.

Gwen felt very naked indeed as she scampered across the leaves, grass, twigs and underbrush, feeling everything beneath her soles or between her toes, every branch or frond brushing against her belly, butt, and sides....the air caressing her round breasts as they bounced without restraint. Her red hair trailing out behind her, tickling her shoulders and bare back. "Well, well well...., I'd say this is an explosive start to our little adventure, my tiny friend." She could feel the demon keeping pace with her.

"Some help you were! What's the point of you if you can't even deter some high-school brats from gawking at me when I'm...indecent?"

She yelped as she stepped on something sharp, and the way she had to slap at the bottom of her foot gave Rubonis an interesting line of sight indeed.

There was the audible equivalent to a lecherous grin piercing the air around the young, nude redhead beauty. "This...seems to be a point unto itself.." Rubonis floated in front of her, and she couldn't help but notice that he still towered to the comparable size of a nearby tree, though was somehow able to stand before her in the dark. "Besides....were you harassed, beyond repair? Were it not for I....." His eyes flickered, unwavering. "I suppose it is to be expected. Your kind is so easily flustered. I forget myself. "Perhaps this a weakness you should address....in fact.....maybe you need to accustom to this state."

That got her attention. "Wait, what? What do you think would have happened without you? I'm still a witch, you know."

That said, she couldn't deny a small thrill of fear had went through her when one of the brutes had said they should try and catch her...catch her and do what to her? She feels suddenly warm.

"And what's that about my kind? You mean women? What, you're a sexist too?"

On top of being a demon, maybe that wasn't such a big deal.

At once, those glaring eyes of fire were level with her own, and she felt very small indeed. "Human.....all that is man, woman, near and far and in between. Do not let it slip your mind what I am. It would be deathly foolish....or in your case- but I digress." Rubonis chose that moment to explode into dim lights. They floated incrementally ahead of her. "Follow this trail. And hope that I lead you true. See how far that gets you.....or?"

"Or?" She hated the squeak that replaced her voice when he talked down to her.

There was a grumbling chuckle in the air, the trees, and the ground. "I could return you myself.....to the point of my choosing. I promise it will be exactly where you need to be."

She recognized a trap when she heard one. Resolute and stubborn, she stalked on after the lights, naked, ****, and pretending she wasn't.

Which trap was which? That was the absurd query bouncing around her pretty red head, and it proved all to prophetic. The moment Gwen stepped bare foot onto the ground illuminated by the demon's light, she felt watched. As if eyes were physically examining her with every piercing gaze, from every direction. And then she realized.....she was no longer in the woods. She felt cool tile underfoot, and smelled chalk-dust. She started- how the FUCK was she in school!?!