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The summoning circle started to glow, dimly at first but then brightening with the passing of each second until the whole shed was illuminated in a harsh, scarlet light. The runes around the outer circle burned hot and an acrid stench not unlike battery acid filled the air. Anita's words faltered as her hand flew across her face, using the cuff of her robes to try and fend off the smell that permeated the air. It burned her sinuses and made her want to be sick. The offerings she had left in the centre of the crudely painted circle burst into flames as she stumbled through her chant, invoking the demon to manifest so that she could bind it to her will. She had one chance to get it right or she would have to wait until the next full moon to try again and as far as she was concerned, that would not do. She had a deadline to reach and a coven of bitches to make suffer. She doggedly continued the invocation, her hand pulling from her face as she reached high into the air, her fingertips grazing the rough roof interior of the old garden shed she had cleaned out specifically for tonight's ritual.

The inner circle of runes glowed and the star within erupted in necrotic sparks before blazing white. The offerings - a pig's heart and spoonful of honey laid out on a small pile of crushed human bones - vanished in the fire that consumed them, a wisp of dark smoke evaporating into the cold night air. Sweat beaded Anita's brow and her dark hair clung to the back of her neck as she poured every mote of strength she had into the spell. Her knees started going weak and her voice wavered with the exertion of the invocation. The heat from the circle was becoming unbearable. Any hotter, she thought, and the shed would catch fire, with her in the middle of it. She carried on through one more verse of the spell, teeth grit against the pain of her muscles tensing.

The circle pulsed a deep crimson.

There was a soft [i]pop[/i] at the centre.

The light died, leaving her squinting in the darkness, sticky with sweat.

She had failed, she realised as the musty wooden scent of the shed came back. It had taken her months to prepare, years of putting up with the coven's cackling and ribbing her, and a careful, paranoia filled trip to an out of town graveyard to collect the bones.

She wondered if she had collected the wrong bones. They had felt right at the time and in the lead-up to the ritual, but... she grabbed the torch she kept on the shelf by the door, switched it on and surveyed the circle she had drawn. Maybe she had used the wrong blood to create the circle? Maybe pigs were not a passable substitute for a ritual where human elements were needed. Were the candles she was using made of the wrong wax? She swore, grabbed the bucket of cold, disinfectant laced water from outside the door and started scrubbing the floorboards clean, her mind churning over what she had screwed up.

Her spell had failed her tonight, leaving her feeling bitter and disappointed, and the last thing she needed was for her housemate to stumble upon the mess she had made. The circle itself could be written off as a drunken idea, but the fact it was drawn in pigs' blood and was surrounded by black wax candles was not something she could explain without revealing that she was a practising warlock.

A warlock without a demon, no less.

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Lucy rolled out of bed, her oversized, threadbare nightshirt wrapped tightly around her waist. She stared blearily at the clock on her bedside table, the garish digital numerals burning into her retinas, stinging her eyes. She ran her hands through her knotted blonde hair and heaved a yawn.

2AM.

She could hear Anita quietly rattling around downstairs, opening cupboards, closing them and generally trying to be stealthy. Lucy grimaced at the dull ache building behind her eyes and vowed to remind Anita who owned the house and, subsequently, paid the bills. It was not the first time Anita had woken her up and stupid o'clock in the morning and always it was for some mundane reason, such as not being able to sleep or she needed a glass of water. Lucy stood up to straighten her shirt so she could get comfortable again and doubled over in pain. A headache exploded in her skull and spots danced before her eyes as every muscle in her body tightened. She dropped back onto her bed with a groan, holding herself. She had never felt anything like it. She tried reaching for her phone, sitting next to her clock, on charge, but she could not quite reach it. Her bedroom spun around her and she rocked backward to sprawl on her bed, falling unconscious.

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Lucy woke up an hour later. The pain had subsided to a dull, immutable ache that lingered at the far edges of her senses. She carefully stretched out, testing her limbs to see if they still worked and breathed a sigh of relief when everything responded as normal.

'I need an aspirin.' She muttered, making a mental note to call her doctor at a more sensible hour. Maybe her boss had finally done the impossible and had overworked her, and this was her body's way of telling her she needed a new job sooner rather than later.

Stiffly, she pulled herself off her bed and stumbled into the bathroom, tugging the light cord and fumbling around in the cabinet for the bottle of aspirin she had bought the other day. She dry swallowed a couple of the tablets, grimacing at the chalky aftertaste as she braced herself on the sink. She still did not feel right and now that she was moving around she was starting to feel lightheaded, the aches growing in intensity again. The bathroom light, a single, LED bulb, cast its harsh light across the tiled surfaces and the lightly tarnished porcelain sink. It hurt her eyes and she fervently wished she had kept the light off as she squinted, trying to focus her swimming vision. Her skin felt like it was crawling with thousands of ants and her breath came in short gasps. Her calves stung with sudden cramps and her toes curled as the muscles in her feet tightened painfully. A hiss of pain made its way past her clamped teeth and she rolled her shoulders as more cramps assaulted her. Feeling feverish, she hunched over the sink, her head resting against the cool glass of the mirror as she waited for the cramps to abate. They did not. They simply crept through her body, assaulting each muscle and tendon in turn until every nerve in her body was singing in pain.

Opening her eyes, she whimpered softly; the nails on her hands were blackening, sharpening and lengthening. Her skin, once pale, tanned, turning red as if she had sunburn. Tiny speckles of scales formed across her body as her flesh turned scarlet. Her scalp itched and she felt an unbearable pressure on the crown of her head. There was a light tap on the mirror and she looked up, eyes going wide in horror. Glistening, black horns were twisting their way out of the top of her head, curling upwards towards the ceiling and the glacial blue of her irises became flushed with emerald fire. Her nose became a bump, her nostrils slits that flared as she gasped for air. She caught a glimpse of fangs between her lips and she snapped her mouth shut. She stumbled away from her mutating reflection with a horrified yelp, a sinewy, whip-like tail of braided scales arcing up behind her as she stumbled on legs that were creaking and pressing themselves into a digitigrade shape. Her hair ran black and her mind fogged briefly, and she thought she caught a faint whispering outside the bathroom door. Or was it in her head? With blood pounding in her ears and fear gripping her heart, she was not sure. All she knew was that she wanted this to be over with, for it to be a nightmare brought on by the stress of the weekend she had just slogged through.

She shuddered and pushed away from the bathroom door, feeling her shirt going taught. She still ached all over, but there was now an acute pain forming quickly in her upper and lower back. There was a quartet of somethings growing back there. Something pushing out of her skin, her muscle, her skeleton...

With a cry of pain, a quartet of wings with long, sharp feather-like scales flexed outwards, the confines of the bathroom too small for them to be fully stretched out. Black speckled the feather-scale membrane and a weight began to gather on her chest almost as if her body was creating a counterbalance. Her shirt tightened further and Lucy sucked down a deep breath, grimly waiting for what was next. She did not have to wait long. As the whispering in her ears grew more determined, her small breasts began to swell. Her already abused shirt, torn at the back from her wings growing in, stretched across swelling breasts, the grey fabric tightening and bunching high on her chest. Lucy dug her nails into the fabric and tore at the shirt, trying desperately to relieve the pressure that was building within her. Four heavy breasts, nipples dark and erect fell free and she stood, looking down at them, mouth a small O of shock.

The pain that had wracked her body subsided and she slowly, carefully sank down onto the edge of the bath, her new limbs hanging limply in the tub behind her. Her tail curled absently around her bird-like feet and she sat with her hands clasped in her lap as she stared at the wall opposite, trying to digest what had just happened.

[i]A gift that was intended as a curse...[/i] A soft voice crooned in her ear from a distance.

Lucy's head snapped around and she scrutinized her tiny bathroom. Her fluffy dressing gown was lay in a colourful heap at the bottom of the door where she had knocked it free and she had scattered her toothbrush and toothpaste across the sideboard the sink was set into. She could hear Anita shuffling around downstairs, muttering something to herself in annoyance. The enticing scent of strong coffee filtered through the house and Lucy suddenly found herself wishing she had some. She quietly marvelled at how acute her senses had become and she continued to listen, to try and pick out where the voice had come from. Anita was downstairs, she was upstairs and the neighbours were... she flushed and decided to ignore the rythmic creaking of the neighbour's bed and their passionate murmurs.

She was alone upstairs, alone with her thoughts and with whatever had happened to her.

She glanced down at herself, seeing the exaggerated sloping of her breasts and the tail that trailed across the tiles.

[i]You are not alone...[/i] The voice said again. It was deep, husky and feminine. Lucy felt her mind slipping sideways, her thoughts taking on the form of that voice.

'What? What do you mean? Who are you and how did you get into my house?' Lucy demanded.

She stood up in her sudden flash of anger and then sat down heavily, unbalanced by her new shape. A bolt of fresh panic surged through her. She was no longer human, she realised as she looked down again, looking at her clawed hands, the bathroom light glinting off the tiny facets of scales that grew in size the further up her arm they went. She was covered in scales. Even the feathers were scales. She had horns, claws, wings and a tail...

[i]She summoned me to exact petty revenge upon her coven. She was going to bind me to her, like some worthless little pet. But she is inexperienced and thus got the spell wrong. She didn't sacrifice a living human like she was supposed to. Dear little Anita fancies herself as a warlock.[/i] A luxurious chuckle, [i]She is not and will have to pay the price for her hubris.[/i]

Lucy steadied her breathing and tried to think clearly. It was a difficult task, as her mind was slowly fogging, the voice getting closer and clearer. She reminded herself that she was good under stress and that panicking would solve nothing, so she forced her mind into some semblance of calm, wanting to face the insanity as sensibly as possible.

'She's not a warlock and she certainly doesn't have the spine to kill anyone.' Lucy said firmly, speaking to the bathroom wall and feeling a little bit silly for doing so.

[i]Oh, but she is a warlock. A very young one.[/i] The voice paused and a feeling of thoughtfulness washed over Lucy, [i]She got two out of three offerings correct, which is why my spirit was left hanging in limbo. You were the closest, most receptive human I could find and so I finished the ritual for her. Unfortunately for her, that means she now owes[/i]me[i] and by gods, I will take.[/i]

'Take what?' Lucy asked suspiciously.

[i]I have needs, too, you know.[/i] The voice purred and a tingling warmth spread through her body.

'I want to be human again.' Lucy whispered desperately, her voice hoarse with a sudden burst of lust that she knew was not hers.

[i]Let me take my pound of flesh and I will return you to your original form.[/i]

Lucy nodded dumbly, the fog in her mind clearing and her thoughts returning to her in a subtly changed state. She knew she was still her, but at the same time not. She stood and took one last look in the mirror. The demoness that stared back at her was tall and muscular, with a cruel glint in her eyes. Her face split into a knowing grin and somewhere, deep down where Lucy was still whole, she squirmed under that gaze.

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Anita let her empty coffee mug slip beneath the surface of the cold water in the sink. She promised no one in particular that she would wash it in the morning. Hopefully, by then, she would be in a better mood. She tucked her chair back under the table, wondering if she had woken Lucy at some point during the night. Anita had been given stern warnings about waking her up several times before, Lucy sternly citing that she was the only one with a job and that Anita had not paid any rent for the last two months, nor had she made much attempt to get a new job after being fired from her last one. Anita was on her last warning and she knew with grim clarity; to wake Lucy up at this time in the morning after she had done three back-to-back eighteen hour shifts on top of two weeks of work, Anita would be out on her ear without ceremony.

'You summoned me?' A silky voice purred from the doorway.

Anita flinched and looked up, her eyes going wide in shock, a thrill of excitement streaking through her. A tall, powerfully built demoness, naked save for a pair of black panties, stood in the doorway, her wings tucked tightly at her back. She gazed at Anita with eyes that burned with demonic light, looking her up and down. Anita's joy at succeeding in her summoning faded as fast as it had come. It felt as if the demoness was sizing her up.

'I did.' Anita croaked, her throat going dry. She took a step back, her grip tightening on the back of the chair.

'Correction: you tried.' She smiled, 'You left me hanging in limbo and so I had to find purchase within the nearest human. Can you guess who that human was?'

Anita's mind reeled as she thought about who that human would be. 'Oh shit. Lucy... You have to give her back! I command you to return Lucy to her former state.'

The demoness laughed harshly as she stepped forwards, 'I will give her up once I have what I came for.'

Anita backed away around the table, realising with cold dread that the demoness was not bound to her in any way. And without the correct arcane circle, she could not be contained, either. Anita had the tools to draw one, but she did not have the time to prepare it, nor the strength to cast a strong enough binding spell to hold the demoness at bay while she crafted one. The demoness's power rolled off her in thick waves and the closer she crept to Anita, the more intoxicated she became. It was almost like drowning in a pool or raw arcane energy and she was doing her best to keep her head above the water as she choked. The demoness hooked her fingers into her panties and slowly tore the material away, discarding them on the cold floor tiles. She stepped closer to Anita, who was pressed against the wall, staring like a deer stares at oncoming headlights.

'Who are you?' Anita whispered. Words were suddenly difficult to form and she wanted to cry. She had really fucked up the spell and she had no one to turn to for help.

The demoness stepped up close to her, her quartet of breasts pressing hard against Anita. Anita swallowed a hard lump that had formed in her throat and tried not to look at the burning emeralds that gazed down at her.

'For tonight, you can call me Mistress.' The demoness purred, gently running a clawtip across Anita's clenched jaw. Anita shuddered at the touch, squeezing her eyes shut. 'Say it.'

'Mistress...' She whispered softly as the demoness leaned closer and slowly traced Anita's ear with the slick tip of her forked tongue. Anita whimpered softly and braced herself for the coming storm.

'On your knees, Pet.' Anita's new mistress ordered, her voice leaden with power. Anita's expression glazed over and she sank to the floor, legs tucked beneath her. The demoness pulled a chair around and placed her left foot on the seat, presenting Anita with a silky, deep red vulva and clitoris. 'Now eat my pussy and don't stop until I say. Any protests will be met with punishment. Is that clear?'

She nodded and swallowed hard when a riding crop manifested in the demoness's hand.

'Yes Mistress.' She squeaked as the brief moment of enthrallment evaporated.

She leaned forward and held her tongue out, eyes closed, breathing in the musky scent of the demoness's sex. Anita had never been with another woman before and had never felt the urge to experiment. The fact that she was being made to go down on a demon, one that she had summoned no less, sparked a flare of anger within her.

'Well? I'm waiting, Pet. It's been a thousand years and if I have to wait a second longer-' She cracked the crop against Anita's leggings-clad buttocks, eliciting a pained cry from her. 'Now [i]eat[/i], Pet.'

Eyes watering and backside stinging something wicked, Anita set to her given task, tracing her tongue around her mistress's labia and flicking her clit with her tongue tip. The demoness sighed and rotated her hips so that Anita had more room to work. Out of the corner of her eyes, she saw the riding crop and redoubled her efforts, licking and suckling, probing and nibbling lightly just to see what would happen. Her mistress groaned and hissed, her head tilting back. Her pussy quivered, a sudden wash of liquid warmth trickling down Anita's chin and Anita leaned back, wiping the demoness's juices from her mouth.

'I never told you to stop.' She growled.

'But-' Anita's words were cut off as she was pulled to her feet.

'Strip.' The demoness ordered, her eyes glimmering with wild energy.

Anita stripped out of her hoodie, leggings and shirt. She hesitated and then quickly discarded her bra and panties when the demoness snapped at her for disobeying and refusing to complete the given order. She was subsequently bent over the kitchen table and the cracking of the riding crop echoed throughout the house, Anita's cries of pain underscoring each one. Anita balled her fists on the table, forcing herself to endure the punishment, silently cursing herself as she started to find some pleasure in the acute pain. A soft, whimpering groan escaped her lips when the final blow was applied by the flat of her mistress's hand and she felt a telltale slickness between her thighs. Her heart sank at her body's reaction and she wanted to groan in misery when the demoness spoke next.

'So, you enjoyed that, did you my voluptuous little Pet?' The demoness purred, running a fingertip swiftly between Anita's trembling labia. Anita twitched involuntarily at the touch. 'I see... In which case, I have a little more punishment for you.'

Anita looked up sharply and twisted enough so that she could see over her shoulder. The demoness had grown a cock and she was slowly stroking it. Anita's eyes widened as she looked at it. It was a foot of thick, veined muscle, lined with ridges and was twitching rythmically in her grip.

'Please no!' Anita gasped. She could handle the riding crop, but a cock that size was far too much for her. She squirmed sideways across the table to escape, but the demoness caught her, seizing her in an iron grip and pulled her back into place. 'You're too big!'

'A compliment will not excuse your lack of manners.' The demoness growled.

Anita panicked as the demoness gripped her hips and pressed her tip against the shaven vulva, teasingly rubbing her.

'Mistress!' Anita squeaked in terror, 'I'm sorry, Mistress! I won't try to escape again! I promise. Please, just don't-'

Anita's words petered out into a silent gasp as the demoness pressed into her. Her legs nearly went out from under her and she clawed at the smooth table top as she was spread wider than she had ever been spread before. Each ridge passing into her was agony and the feel of the bulbous head pressing against her cervix was indescribable. Anita shuddered, wanting to squirm, to crawl away from the monster that was spearing her, but she was held fast by hands and pain. The demoness started pulling back out again and Anita forced herself to relax, to focus on something else. She stared hard at the grain of the cold table top she was pressed against, concentrating on the dark swirling pattern of the varnished wood. And then her concentration was shattered as the demoness thrust back into her. Anita cried out, clawing pitifully at the table as the demoness thrust into her over and over again.

'Say it.' The demoness purred, her voice evenly tempered even as she pounded into Anita.

'Mistress...' Anita gasped weakly, wreathed in pain and a mounting bliss, 'Mistress-' She cried raggedly as a hard orgasm wracked her body.

Anita's pained cries slowly descended into moans of lust, her eyes rolled back into her head and her jaw slack. Several times the demoness had swatted her backside since first forcing her way into Anita's body and Anita responded with a mindless bliss. The demoness let out a long, low groan and Anita surfaced from the thick haze of ecstacy as she felt her cock twitching hard.

'Oh no...' Anita mumbled weakly, 'Please don't, Mistress, I'm begging you...'

'I love it when you beg.' The demoness purred.

Liquid heat poured into Anita, oozing thickly down her legs when the demoness pulled out, pattering on the kitchen floor like rain. Anita buried her head in shaking hands, fervently hoping it was over whilst at the same time refusing to admit that some part of herself had enjoyed being bent over the kitchen table and getting railed by a creature from another plane of existence. She ached terribly, but that did nothing to silence the small part of her that wanted more. She peered between her fingers, watching the demoness retreat into the darkened living room beyond the kitchen and worry bloomed in her chest.

'Mistress, where are you going?' She asked with a wavering voice, pushing herself away from the table. Her legs gave out beneath her and she collapsed to the floor, landing with a [i]slap[/i] in a thick puddle of cum. She grimaced and tried to get back up, sighing when she bonelessly sank back to the floor in defeat.

'I'm bored now.' She sighed, stopping and planting her hands on her hips. She cocked her head and muttured to herself, 'You are far more delicate than I had hoped, which is a disappointment, especially considering you have the gall to call yourself a warlock. I was honestly expecting more fire from you. Pity. Oh, and you can have your friend back now, but I don't think she will refer to you as such when she comes to. I have made her privy to a [i]lot[/i] of things since taking her over and she is less pleased with you than me.'

Anita watched through the crowd of chair legs under the table as the demoness vanished around the corner, the stairs creaking under her weight. A deafening silence filled the house and Anita sniffled miserably. She had screwed up considerably, [i]been[/i] screwed by said screw up and now, just as she was starting to enjoy it, she was on her own with homelessness looming dark on the horizon of her immediate future. On top of all that was the niggling feeling of the potential repurcussions of having been filled to the brim with demon seed...

The coven would never let her live it down if they found out about it all. Fear gripped her. She sat on the kitchen floor, her arms wrapped about herself and shivered, her mind swimming with the night's events. After a moment, she glanced at the clock that hung above the kitchen door. It was almost 5:30AM. She could scarcely believe that she had been bent over the kitchen table for that long, but the rawness between her legs said otherwise. Bracing herself, she grabbed the edge of the table and pulled herself to her feet. She stood swaying for a long moment as she got used to standing upright again and the staggered towards the downstairs bathroom for a shower.

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'My work here is done. I must admit, that my Pet was a bit of a let down. Her stamina's quite... poor, isn't it?' The demoness sighed as she sat down daintily on Lucy's bed. The springs creaked and popped under her weight and she leaned back on her elbows, spreading her wings out as she relaxed.

[i]I can't believe you just did that.[/i] Lucy said after a moment. [i]I still can't believe this is happening. This is a nightmare-[/i]

'This is reality, my lovely. The world you have dwelled in up until tonight is heavily sugar coated to suit your needs.' The demoness replied smoothly. 'You may not like it, but your little friend has opened you up to a whole new world. What you do with that is up to you. But, as thanks for putting up with me, I will give you two things. The first, being a warning: Me being here has put a unique mark on your head. If anyone in the human realm finds out about what you are, then you will be hunted. Secondly,' She added, running her hands across her breasts and cupping them above her heart, 'My thanks, as promised. It is ascention to demonhood. You will find it suits you better than you realise.'

A bright green light, the same shade as the demoness's eyes glowed in her cupped hands. It sank into her chest, merging with her body and the demonic form melted away. Wings tucked in tightly and shrank into nothing, horns spiralled downwards into a thatch of paling hair and Lucy returned, sprawled naked on her bed, feeling slightly giddy. Her hands roved across her body, patting and feeling, checking everything was intact. A nervous laugh escaped her and she hurried into the bathroom on unsure legs to look in the mirror. She was herself again; pale skinned, blonde haired and blue eyed, and with two, small breasts that she swore to never neglect again. She felt lighter, but something was still off. Her senses had returned to normal and everything sounded so close by, and she could still smell coffee. Her smile dropped from her face as she suddenly remembered the last thing the demoness had said.

'What do you mean by demonhood suits me? What did you do this time?' She demanded outloud. She did not care if Anita heard. If anything, she wanted Anita out of her house before she could cause anymore trouble and summon something else, something that was far worse than a horny demoness.

In response, a starburst of knowledge exploded in her mind, nearly knocking her off her feet. She held on to the bathroom sink with a grimace as a brief, terrible headache raged through her mind and she shuddered as she realised what the demoness had meant. Lucy was no longer human, but demon, elevated as a reward for being a conduit to a demoness's petty revenge. She knew for a fact that she could change between human and demon form at will. She was as sure of it as she was as sure of the nose on her face. However, she had no idea what she would look like or if her personality would change. She was not exactly eager to find out, either, not after tonight. Maybe when she had caught up on some sleep and given Anita her marching orders she would experiment some.

[i]Maybe one day we shall meet again.[/i] The demoness whispered, her voice a soft purr as it faded away.