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***So...this is the first thing that I've posted here. I'm sure all of you are savvy enough on this site to know what's involved in this story already. I still haven't figured quite everything out here, but I'm giving it the old college try (any one who could help me become a little more familiar with the workings of the site, would have my grattitude). I hope you all will have me though.***

Summoning Mishap

By Damaratus

The hour was fast approaching as Rawlins drew the pentagram on the floor that would contain the beast that he was going to summon. He had spent years researching how to bring demons into his world, and now he would finally be able to accomplish that which had been plaguing him for quite some time. He had read all the tomes and guides, and though they did warn against the summoning of demons, Rawlins was adamant about his mission.

He had been scoffed at in the summoners' society; they felt that demon summoning was an old and extinct art that wasn't worth their trouble. Rawlins had almost been laughed out of the room when he suggested that he was going to summon a live demon into the world again. Embarrassed and chastised by his more elder teachers, the large grey cat all but gave up on his idea of summoning demons once again to the world. Months passed, and his studies grew more intense, he learned all of the necessary elements of summoning objects, worldly creatures and even wispy otherworldly creatures. It was all fascinating, but somehow Rawlins couldn't help but feel like something was missing. There was something still digging in the back of his mind that he felt he had to do, and he probably would have had to live with that feeling for the rest of his life if it hadn't been for the librarian at the university. It had been a normal day of studies in the library; but Rawlins had decided to go into some of the more complex summoning sections to see what else he could find; he liked to push his limits. As he was scanning the books the old wrinkled librarian passed through with a large stack of books in hand, but as he was going to put them away he was caught by a fit of coughing, causing him to drop everything that he was holding. The ancient librarian turned to the summoner and coughed out a question:

"Would you help me my friend, I seem to have dropped my books."

Without a word Rawlins bent down and began to help retrieve the old dusty books for the rickety librarian. He almost thought that dust came out of the old dog's mouth when he began to speak again.

"Shame all these books are left unread, guess people just aren't interested in this stuff anymore."

The slightly tubby cat's ears perked at the librarian's words, and he began to look at the books that he was picking up. As he read the covers of the books, his hands began to tremble with excitement. Demonology, Extra planar Creatures, Demon Summoning and Lore...they were all demon summoning texts, and by some strange twist of fate he had come across them in the middle of his university's own library. Rawlins now had the chance to prove wrong everyone who had ever laughed at him.

"Mr. Librarian, would you mind if I took these texts with me to study?" Rawlins asked with great anticipation.

The old librarian let out a rusty laugh, "Go right ahead son, there isn't much else that can be done with them."

Rawlins grabbed as many books as he could carry and made his way back to his room. The rest of the night and into the rest of the week, the cat summoner kept himself closed off in his room reading through lines and lines of text while making copious notes as to how to perform a successful demon summoning. The steps were complex, and many of the books had pages that were yellowing, and falling to pieces, which made their translation even harder for the summoner. After a great many hours though, he made a break through, and was able to finalize a method of summoning demons to the mortal plane. Naturally it would be hazardous, but most summonings were. Yet, before he would be able to summon a demon he was going to need components, a bit of mental training, and a safe place to summon it. Parts of these tasks would prove to be easier then others.

He devoted most of the following weeks to the acquisition of the components; they were all around the university, but some of them he had to spirit out of professors' summoning labs in the dead of night. The more potent of the items were locked safely away in vaults, and only very careful summons could be used to get them out. Rawlins prepared some of his best summons for the job ahead. He had also made sure that the door to the storage room was unlocked; he even went as far as walking through the place barefoot to reduce the noise that he might make. If he was caught inside the storage room after hours it would most certainly mean expulsion from the university.

Once he was inside the storage room, it wasn't so easy for the cat to move around, the space in the room was limited because there were so many items that the current faculty refused to throw out. Even after sucking in his breath, his paunch still had a tendency to rub up against some of the heavy shelves that he edged by in his pursuit of the larger vaults in the back. The shelves were lined with all kinds of jars, each one with a different, strange looking specimen. These were only taken out during the labs to show students what various kinds of creatures can actually be summoned through the right techniques, but Rawlins was a bit unnerved seeing them here floating about silently in their preservation fluid. He just wanted to get past them all, but as he edged through his tummy brushed against a shelf just enough to send a jar falling.

"Oh no!"

Rawlins moved with much care and speed mumbling strange words and managing to summon a small floating being which caught the jar and with much effort got it back to the shelf it fell from.

"Thank you my friend," the cat whispered with relief, waving his hand and causing the little spirit to dissipate back into the æther.

After a few more rows of shelves Rawlins finally made it to the large, metallic, rare components vault. Originally he had been worried that anything taken out of the vault would be realized in moments; but when he caught a glance at the ledgers and records of what passed in and out of it, he realized that it would take a professional to even come close to noticing something was missing. He found a clear spot on the floor and drew a six-point summoning circle. He sat at one edge of it and began to meditate, sending himself into a trance that lasted for several minutes. When he woke from his trance there was a translucent, lizard-like creature looking at him cautiously from the inside of the circle. Rawlins looked at the spirit and whispered only commands to the strange creature.

"Go and fetch me the items I desire from within the vault."

The creature flicked its tongue once and phased right through the vault door. The summoner was lucky, this spirit didn't have to be told exact descriptions; it could read the cat's thoughts and simply find the items he was thinking of. The creature had only been in the vault for several minutes, but Rawlins was feeling on edge in nervous anticipation of getting the items he would need to summon the demon.

"Hurry up friend, there isn't much time to dally."

Finally, the lizard creature came out again and with him came two small pouches containing various rare herbs and entrails from creatures that Rawlins had never, and probably would never, have the chance to see. He scooped them up quickly and tossed several dying insects to the creature. The summoned creature seemed to just sit and look at them for a while, but then began to whip out his tongue, catching the dying insects' final life forces as they left their bodies. This was the greatest delicacy for this particular creature. Once it had devoured the souls Rawlins gave a quick wave with his and dismissed it...the lizard creature faded into mist, and the summoner removed any trace of his being there. He cuddled the pouches with care, and smuggled them out of the room; closing and locking the door behind him. Once inside, he let out a huge sigh and then fell into a restless sleep, since he knew there was still much to do.

The rest of the components that had to be collected felt like mere trifles compared to the ones he had acquired from the vault, and once they had been attained, he began to spend most of his time meditating, it was necessary to ready his mind and body (which wasn't exactly in shape) for the great strain that the summoning would place on him. He ran through the words that he would have to chant during the summoning, they were part of an almost dead language and there were many syllables and mouth formations that could be messed up. Any mistake, and at best the summoning would fail, but at worst...well he didn't want to think about what the worst possibilities were. His continuous meditation and practice left him exhausted; still, the day of the summoning was fast approaching, and there were many specifics that had yet to be taken care of.

Rawlins hit a spot of fortune when he was searching for a location for the summoning. He was lucky enough to find a dungeonous area of the university that was almost perfect. It even had a heavy, grey, octagonal, marble dais from which he would be able to perform part of the ritual. For a brief moment Rawlins had the thought that this place had been used in the past for demon summonings, but he dismissed it figuring this was just some unfinished and abandoned portion of the university. The cat made multiple trips up to his study and back into the dungeon; he wanted to make sure that all the components were safely hidden away until the evening that he would need them. By keeping them in summoning room he was assured that a professor wouldn't just happen upon them. Once he had everything in place, he locked up the chamber, and made tired tracks back to his room. He would need to get a full night's sleep if he was going to perform everything properly. Only a good night sleep wasn't meant to be for the cat summoner. He was plagued by a nightmare of a great blue demon with piercing red eyes. He whispered to the summoner:

"I will have you as my pet before the night is through."

Rawlins awoke with a start and covered with sweat. He began to worry about whether he was making the right choice.

"Should I really be doing this?" He thought to himself still caught in the lingering image of the demon from his nightmare. "Yes, I must do this; I have to prove to everyone else that demons can be summoned still, and that the art is not dead."

With renewed hope, Rawlins tried to fall back asleep, but only managed to a light rest; so he decided to recite the words of the demon summoning in his mind; searching each verse just in case there was something important that he missed. After the fifteenth recitation the sun began to rise, and the cat had realized that he had missed any chance of getting a proper amount of sleep prior to what he hoped to be his ultimate triumph. The summoner rose out of his bed and groped around for the items he needed for his day classes. He could only hope that the excitement of the approaching evening would be enough to keep him focused.

Classes that morning were awful for Rawlins, he made errors on incantations that only a novice would make; and with every wrong syllable there came a chuckle from the rest of his classmates and even his professor. Rawlins couldn't wait until the evening came and he would have the chance to produce such an amazing summon that no one would make fun of him or his ideas again. The cat somehow managed to make it through his classes, though none of them were without struggle. Before he knew it the sun was setting and the night of the summoning had finally arrived; and despite his tired disposition, Rawlins had taken the time to make little suggestions to many of the students and faculty of the academy that he was on the verge of something amazing, but he kept his full motives hidden in the case that something went wrong. Once he had finished his rumor spreading he went back to his room and began to meditate until just before the hour of summoning.

The rest of the university was now silent and dark. Rawlins lit a candle and then gathered the rest of his notes and books from his room, bringing them all quietly down to the summoning chamber. With care, the cat began to mix up herbs and prepare various powders, these would make a paste that would be used as a seal to keep the demon from an early escape, this was especially important if the demon was malicious in nature. An evil demon would need to be banished quickly from the mortal plane and back to its original plane of existence. No reason to bring the whole university down from a foolish act. Rawlins drew the pentagram on the stone floor with precision, making sure the angles were to the exact specifications based off of the manual that he had read. He then carefully placed candles at each point of the pentagram and lit them; they filled the room with a warm glow. The words to the summoning came directly from the text on demon summoning and lore; the old leather bound book had extremely wordy text, but had also been the most useful. Rawlins picked up the crumbling book and walked over to the edge of the circle. He looked a little unusual, because of the crimson red robe which he was wearing. He had read in another text that it was the preferred color for both demons and their summoners. Still, he felt that if his superiors saw him now they would probably have died laughing since it was also a requirement that he wear nothing underneath the robes, but it was what the books called for, and he was determined to follow things exactly as they needed to be. As the hour of summoning hit, the cat lifted the old book in one hand, held his other aloft and began to chant.

"il demonae e raduna il thess..."

The words continued to flow, and the summoner swore that the room was getting warmer. Still nothing seemed to be happening on the inside of the circle.

"Damn!" He thought figuring that he had messed up somewhere but continued chant the words.

Just before he gave up, he noticed that a thick smoke was beginning to fill up the inside of the circle, yet it did not go beyond the boundaries of the seal. Unfortunately, this smoke was so thick that even Rawlins could not see past. He still wasn't sure that his summoning was working; at least not until red eyes glowed from within the smoke. Soon the summoner was able to make out what the summoned demon looked like, and he realized that it was something that, literally, only his nightmares could have conceived. The demon was massive, but not completely muscular, standing naked; with blue skin from top of his head; down past his rounded stomach; and to the very bottom of his feet. He had ivory horns atop his head, as well as protruding from all of his joints. He also had a set of tusks which jutted from the sides of his mouth making him even more intimidating. A single gold ring hung from one of his nipples, and a reddish mark over one of his pulsing red eyes signified to Rawlins that he had managed not only to summon the demon from his dream, but this demon was about as powerful as they came (at least according to the texts he had read).

"Who has summoned me?" the demon growled as his eyes met Rawlins'.

"Speak your name demon, for I Rawlins, Demon Summoner have brought thee to the mortal plane to do my bidding."

"Folterung will not heed to you pitiful summoner, now release me from my binding."

"Nay demon, I shall not do so."

The demon's eyes glowed brighter with his anger from the summoner's response. "You shall pay for your hubris summoner."

Rawlins knew he had the upper hand; he knew the demon could not leave the summoning circle, the text had told him that once the demon was in this plane that the summoning circle would keep him from doing any harm beyond the borders of it. Only the cat was tired from such a lengthy summoning, and in his excitement he had neglected to notice where he was standing. He took a small step forward getting ready to speak to the demon again, and that was when he felt something bump his leg: Rawlins had gotten too close to one of the lit candles along the points of the summoning circle. The candle fell over and spilled wax over a part of the circle.

"What an amateur mistake," he thought as he waved his hand to dismiss the demon.

Only the demon didn't go anywhere, it just stood right where it was leering malevolently; and before Rawlins could do anything else, he felt his arm lose control and become locked behind his back as if someone was restraining him. Soon enough his other arm followed as the summoning book dropped from his hand, and sent up a puff of dust as it hit the floor near the edge of the circle. Finally, Rawlins felt himself lifted up by his locked arms leaving him dangling in the middle of the air. The summoner then watched in horror as the blue demon stepped out of the summoning circle.

"You have set Folterung free foolish summoner."

"But I dismissed you!" Rawlins said in frustration of his situation.

"Yes, but you neglected to check whether you had all the pages in your book, if you had actually had the missing page you would have known I cannot be unsummoned by someone of your caliber."

Rawlins was mortified upon the realization that one of the books he had read might have been missing a page.

"You sought to capture Folterung, but failed, for that you shall be taken first," the demon growled.

"No...Let me go demon." Rawlins struggled still suspended in the air.

"Useless summoner! A slave does not talk back to his master." The demon gave a wicked smile, "You should have done more studies cat, if you had you would have known that this room used to be a place of offerings to the demons, and now you have unwittingly become the first after many years."

The demon chuckled as he continued rounding the suspended summoner. When he got to the summoner's backside he reached under the robe.

"I hope that you still follow all of the old traditions."

The demon was rewarded when his hand found Rawlins rounded ass which he gave a squeeze, digging his nails in just enough to cause discomfort, the hand then went in between the summoner's legs and took a hold of his balls and shaft. Shock crossed Rawlins face,

"What are you doing demon, leave me be!"

"You know the reason for red robes summoner? Did your tomes also fail to mention that demons see things differently, and that red sticks out like a burning flame in our eyes? You basically made yourself the target of my desire."

Folterung chuckled and then used his other hand to lift the robe up over the cat's rear so that he could get a good look at the summoner's hind quarters. He was very pleased with what he saw and began to squeeze the cat's butt again.

"You will make an excellent offering summoner, what do you think about that?"

If Rawlins could, he would have turned red with embarrassment. There he was floating in mid air as a demon ogled his ass. His greatest triumph was now his most utter defeat, and there was nothing he could do to change it.

"I command you to let me go demon Folterung!"

"You're in no position to command me summoner, but you are in the position to be punished for your disobedient tongue."

Rawlins saw the blue demon grab one of the ivory bones which jutted out of him, and as he pulled it out sinew and tendon from the demon quickly lashed together to form a tightly bound whip.

"I think you deserve a bit of my personal attention before I decide to explore the rest of your world." Folterung gave the summoner a hideous grin and then positioned himself behind the cat with the whip readied.

"Why don't we start with that delicious rump of yours?"

The whip sang through the air and cracked right across Rawlins backside. The summoner screamed in pain as the first strike connected.

"Don't scream too much yet summoner," the demon mused, "I have so much more in store for you."

The whip once again made its way through the air and struck home on Rawlins butt, eliciting another shriek from the cat as tears began to well up in his eyes.

"That's right summoner! Shriek! There's a lot more where those two came from."

The demon laughed aloud and began to send strike after strike at the summoner's rump. Rawlins continued to scream and sob as his flogging continued. At a certain point Rawlins lost count of how many lashes the demon had given him, his only respite was the pain was beginning to dull, though he still jerked as the whip connected. Unfortunately for Rawlins, the demon had also noticed that his torture was losing its touch.

"It seems that Folterung's whips have finally tamed you. Perhaps it is time for you to understand what it truly means to be an offering to a demon."

Rawlins shuddered at the thought. He had hoped that once the demon had tired of him that he would leave him alone, but it seems that he had other plans. With a flick of his hand Folterung sent the cat summoner over toward the octagonal, stone dais; caused him to rotate so he was facing the ceiling, then let him fall onto the cold marble. Folterung then walked slowly over to the dais, his clawed toes scratching along the stone floor; he loomed over the helpless summoner and then tugged on the cat's crimson robes pulling them off and leaving them draped slightly over the edge of the dais. The cat summoner yelped as he was stripped naked, and began to struggle as he saw the demon's blue cock begin to lengthen becoming thick and erect.

"Folterung likes the look of you summoner." The demon grinned and rubbed Rawlins round grey belly down to the cat's exposed groin. "I should take you now, but I still have more fun in mind for you."

Folterung stuck his hand out, and one of the lit candles from the summoning circle floated into it.

"To think a candle was your undoing..."

The blue demon tipped the candle over slightly letting some of the hot wax fall onto Rawlins' chest. The exposure to new pain caused the cat to once again screech.

"Yes, you should suffer until you become Folterung's obedient slave; until you want this kind of feeling."

After several more drops wax hit the poor summoner, the demon appeared to be getting antsy, and the candle was thrown to the side.

"I shall wait no longer, now you shall become the first offering to be taken from this new mortal world."

The blue demon moved forward and his eyes glowed brighter then before; he lifted Rawlins' legs up slightly and placed his monstrous, blue throbbing member at the entrance to the tubby summoner's whip streaked anus.

"No!"

Rawlins yelled frantically in a vain attempt to stop the demon, which put a blue clawed hand on the summoner's thigh and then unmercifully pushed his way deep into the cat's tail hole. Rawlins' face was a mask of pain as he was penetrated by the long and thick cock of the demon. He felt like he was being split in two.

"Do not do this demon! I beg you!" Rawlins shrieked.

"Yes, beg me summoner, beg for it all." Folterung replied as he pushed his way to the hilt.

Rawlins clenched his eyes shut to try and forget what was happening, but to his surprise his own penis began to engorge with blood and become painfully erect. The demon looked at the cat smugly and began to thrust in and out of the summoner's hole, making sure to bury his cock as deeply as possible each time, while also letting his leathery balls bounce off the fuzzy ass of the summoner.

"Folterung sees that you like being the offering."

The cat managed a small moan as his cock began to leak copious amounts of precum all over his round belly. The room seemed to become fuzzy as the demon's presence aroused the baser urges of the cat summoner. Folterung continued to use the summoner for all he was worth taking him deeply and with great, unrelenting force. Rawlins had never felt such pain and ecstasy mixed in such a manner.

"You have a sweet ass demon summoner, so sweet that I shall present you with a token of my gratitude."

With that, the blue demon gave a strong thrust and came strongly into the cat. Rawlins felt his bowels fill with demon seed, which was warm and more comforting then he thought it would be. He felt his own cock pulse and begin to spatter seed, the first shot hitting in the face, and then the next few covering his rounded belly. The demon continued to pump into the summoner and didn't seem to be stopping. Rawlins was in such a state that he blanked out and just let himself go.

The summoner did no return mentally to reality until small amounts of sun began to peek through the iron barred windows of the summoning room. When he became fully coherent, he realized that Folterung was still in the same position as the previous night, with his thick demon cock still buried deep inside of him. Rawlins' belly felt full of demon cum, and even looked slightly rounder and fuller then it had the previous night.

"Folterung sees that you have awakened. It is a surprise that your body has taken in much of my frustrations of being locked away for so many years."

The blue demon grunted and came one last time inside the summoner, and did not stop until the last of his seed had been emptied into the cat. He then finally pulled out of Rawlins' stretched hole. Demon cum dribbled out of the summoners ass and fell onto the floor. A smile floated across Rawlins' face; it had been the most intense and wonderful experience he had ever felt. Folterung then took the gold ring from his nipple and placed it near the neck of the cat summoner. It grew larger and formed a collar around his new slave, with a golden chain that lead directly to his blue clawed hand.

"You are bound to me now summoner," the demon spoke. "You are a slave, and I will use you for as long as your body will last."

Rawlins stood up not even bothering to cover himself. "Yes, my master Folterung, I will obey you, I will follow you."

"Good, little cat, now why don't you show me what other offerings this place may have."

Rawlins looked at the demon and saw that his blue cock had already pulsed back to a full erection. With a smile, Rawlins led the hefty demon forward toward the rest of the university. The summoning had been successful, now he had the chance to show everyone else. Revenge would be his.

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So there you have it. This story was inspired by a picture by the artist Caesarcub. You can check out his works on Y!Galleries for those who are interested. I would love some constructive feedback, or even praise (if that's even possible). Thank you for taking the time to read my works.