Troy's boon

"I've got one!" says Troy. "I wish to summon girls, the way that a sorcerer might summon demons."

Etherial cringes.

"I'll draw a summoning circle, like so..." says Troy, tracing a circle in the earth. "And by speaking her name, I summon the girl into our midst!"

"Very well. Give it a try."

Troy finishes his circle, then considers whom to summon. He knows that a bunch of girls at the nearby elf academy are finishing up gym right about now. Perhaps he can catch one in the shower.

"Shalia Mistwalker," he says.

A forest elf girl appears in his circle. Shalia is a lean girl with coppery skin, long, green hair, perky little b-cup breasts, and absolutely no clothes on. She's partially soaked in soap suds, right in the middle of pitching her head back to rinse her hair. When she realizes that the water is no longer running over her, she opens her eyes to discover that she's out in nature with her girl-bits cooling in the breeze.

"Hey!" she screams, grabbing her pussy with both hands.

"You're naked!" Troy marvels. "Wow, you look just like I always imagined you would!"

Shalia tries to run, but finds that she can't leave the summoning circle. She runs into an invisible barrier and falls backwards onto her naked butt.

"Forest elf girls are beautiful," remarks Troy, snapping a few pictures of Shalia.

"They're pretty good," says Chad. "Kind of lean in the breasts, though."

"What are you talking about? Her breasts are big enough."

"She's even smaller than Samantha!"

"Oh, be nice. She's not that small!"

Samantha, still struggling with her hanging wedgie, makes a very angry sound.

"Let's compare," says Chad.

With a thought, he rips Samantha's shirt from her body. Her plain black bra unhooks itself and slips down her arms. She gives up clutching her pussy for a minute to grab her bra, fighting vainly to keep it on her breasts while Chad positions her next to the summoned elf girl.

Her breasts, a subtly curved set of a-cups, come up short.

"Okay, I may have overestimated her size under her bra," admits Chad.

"Whatever," says Troy. "They're both cute. Anyway, Shalia, I have enough pictures now, so I release you."

Troy slaps the forest elf in her cute little butt, breaking the circle. She yelps, grabs her butt, and runs away, a narrow trail of bubbly water in her wake.