# Magical Miscalculation
Lyn eyed her handiwork proudly, blue chalk still clutched in one paw. The Braixen ran her eyes over the delicate tracery laid out over the flat stone floor and nodded. She placed the chalk into her bag, tossing the pouch onto a nearby stool. She perused her spellbook one last time before placing it down, too. She spent the next several minutes adjusting her hat and vest to make sure they were perfect. It wouldn’t do to be seen as out-of-sorts during a summoning. She raised her arms and cleared her throat. The candles around the delicate circle flickered in some imperceptible breeze. She chanted rough syllables in some arcane tongue, repeating the lines the book had spelled out for her. She felt the magic rushing up into her paws, her digits tingling, before it flowed out into the air, sparkling as it rushed over the circle, empowering it. Her heartbeat quickened, and she almost stumbled over the next word, but she managed to catch herself. As she finished, the space at the center of the circle began to darken with what appeared to be black smoke. As she watched, glowing red eyes appeared within and turned to stare at her. She finished the spell and waved her arms for dramatic effect. The creature must know its master, after all. The smoky shape seemed rather unimpressed as its unblinking eyes stared at her. Of course, it was hard to make out much of any expression on its faceless form. It was a lemure, a spirit of the restless dead, drawn back into the world of the living with a little heat from the candle-ring and a few drops of fresh blood–usually an animal’s, but her own had been more than sufficient, and the amount needed was very small. She was hardly even an apprentice mage, and already she was capable of this! She couldn’t tell the masters what she’d been up to, of course. Novice mages weren’t allowed to perform this type of summoning ritual without strict oversight. She’d be in *huge* trouble if they ever found out, no matter how successful she was. But she’d done it! She’d show them… Though a lemure was a weak spirit, it was nonetheless dangerous for a novice to control, and any summoning had the chance to contact other things besides the intended target… She cleared her throat. “Foul creature from beyond, I am your master now! I press you into my service for this night, and bind you to obey my every command until the morning sun banishes you back to whence you came!” The lemure didn’t so much as blink, but it kept its eyes fixed on her as its smoky form billowed softly. It had definitely heard her, she was sure of it, but it gave no acknowledging sign. Its smoky tendrils crept around the edge of the circle, probing for a weakness. Lyn grinned. She was certain the circle was perfect, she’d checked it three times. There would be no weaknesses. And then, to the great shock of both of them, it found one. One of the delicately-traced lines had been smudged by a careless pawprint, and Lyn gasped as black smoke began to slowly leak from the gap in the circle. She raised her arms again, calling to mind all her spells. Even a novice mage like herself could banish a lowly lemure if things went poorly, and she’d gone over the spells beforehand just in case. And then something else happened. The space within the circle began to fill with a kind of inky darkness, the smoke sucked back in as though through a vacuum as something *else* began to form inside, devouring the lemure and staring up at Lyn with four eyes. She gasped. The Braixen tried to reinforce the circle and banish the unwanted creature before it could escape, but whatever it was was too powerful for her. It almost effortlessly swatted her spells away, wrenching the hole in the protective chalk wider, cracking and splitting the floor tiles as it forced its way through. Lyn staggered back, but tripped over the stool and her own bag, falling and landing heavily on the stone floor as the shadow rushed towards her, barely able to scream before she felt its icy touch on her body. Lyn tried to thrash and squirm but the unknown creature was far too strong, its grip on her like iron manacles. A frigid tendril clamped itself around her mouth, muffing her shrieks. Eyes blinked at her from out of the dark black mass, and she realized she was staring the creature in the face, a sort of head peeking out at her. The rest of its body formed soon after, shaped like some quadrupedal creature resembling a canid…a fox, or maybe a wolf? It was large, and had long straight ears that almost looked like antennae, and four narrow glowing slits where any normal creature would have eyes. A crooked grin spread across its face, the darkness parting to reveal a glowing white interior. Lyn felt its tendrils lift her into the air, stretching her limbs out, the creature far too strong to resist. Her hat tumbled to the floor. To her increasing astonishment, the creature spoke to her in a low, hissing voice. “*Now now, what have we here?*” Two more feelers extended from the thing’s body and caressed her thin frame softly. It peeled the vest from her and tossed it into the corner like a discarded candy wrapper. Lyn tried to struggle but she was almost completely immobilized, too weak to fight back properly. The creature laughed, a sound rather like an aerosol spray can. “*Oh dear, oh dear…did no one tell this little one that rituals are dangerous? After all, once the gate is open, who knows what else might decide to take a peek? So careless.*” It leaned in close and looked into her eyes. She tried to turn her gaze away. “*Or perhaps you did know… How reckless! What should I do with a headstrong mage such as yourself? I could simply devour you…*” That glowing mouth opened wide in front of Lyn’s eyes. She could feel heat emanating from it, the interior of the creature pulsing with energy despite its frosty covering. Her heart skipped a beat as that shining white void loomed closer, hungry for her, filling her entire view. The jaws snapped shut so close in front of her nose that she could feel the movement of the air. She shuddered intensely all over. “*That’s not very fun, though, is it? No no, over far too soon as well…*” Lyn could feel those tendrils wrapping around her limbs, cupping her small breasts, beginning to coat her body in icy darkness. She spasmed, trying to scream with her mouth held shut, feeling the creature spreading all over her, covering her entirely. Its eyes seemed to grow larger in front of her, burning bright pools filling her vision. She found herself unable to look away, unable to even blink, made to gaze deeply into that endless white expanse. She began to see shapes. They swirled and whirled before her, spirals made of a hundred dark spots, all spinning together. Her muscles began to relax as the shapes drew closer…nearer…the Braixen’s mouth hanging open now, completely unnoticed as she stared, transfixed by the display. What had she been doing? Where was she? She felt warm now, but this wasn’t her bed, was it? *Relax. Think of bed. All soft and warm. Bundled tight.* Was she dreaming? *Just a dream. So harmless. Surrender yourself.* She decided she must be. It felt too nice to be anything else. *Thoughts like water through a grate. Like sand in a sieve. Emptying.* Her vision blurred. If only she could blink…but was that really so important? What was important, really? She should just give in, and let the warmth wash over her. She was so tired, and it was so strong. Inexorable. Like a sandcastle against the rising tide, a snowdrift on the first day of spring, an asteroid spiraling into a star… *You’ll make a lovely puppet. Good girl…I have many things in store for you. Just let me in. Just…like…that…* Something was flowing into her mouth, and she swallowed reflexively. Another tendril pressed up under her tail, another between her legs, and she shivered at the cold penetrating her. But it all felt so far away…someone else was freezing, not her. Someone so distant… *Good girl…* She was a good girl, wasn’t she? And then darkness took her. --- Her eyelids felt heavy as she forced them open. She was lying on the cold floor, staring up at the ceiling tiles, watching how they fit together, or sometimes didn’t quite, leaving little gaps. She slowly rolled over and pushed herself upright, nearly overbalancing, only catching herself at the last moment. She felt so dizzy, and a wave of nausea passed through her, but it soon subsided and she stood. The scorched remains of a summoning circle lay on the floor. Lyn stared at it for a moment, puzzled. Had this always been here? *Let’s go for a walk*, said a voice in her mind. She nodded slowly, thoughtfully. Part of her felt like she should be concerned, but the voice seemed so *natural*, like it had always been with her. Perhaps it had. She couldn’t really remember. *We have much to see together, tonight.* She found herself stumbling towards the door, pulling it open to reveal the empty unused classroom beyond. Empty of people, anyway; old desks and chairs were stacked haphazardly against nearly every wall, and she had to squeeze herself between two precarious piles just to make her way back to the hallway door. She peeked out, but saw no one. At this time of night, nearly everyone would be asleep. Shouldn’t she be asleep, too? *There will be time for sleep later. We have many plans.* Yes, of course. *Outside, under the stars.* The halls were deserted as she made her way to the large double doors set into one side. As she pushed them open, a wave of sweet fragrance assaulted her senses. It was early spring, and the flowers in the garden were in full bloom, saturating the air with their pollen to the dismay of many sensitive noses. She scrunched up her face, but passed through into the warm night air regardless. She strolled aimlessly, wandering the twisting pathways through the large garden over immaculately-kept flagstones. Here and there benches rested by cool fountains in various shapes. Water cascaded over natural rock, tall stone trees, polished chiseled fish, and other plants and animals, too many for Lyn to recall. The stars twinkled in the sky overhead as the moon hung low, suffusing everything with an enchanting silvery glow. Lyn’s ears perked up as she detected the sounds of someone else among the trees and flowers. *Our first…volunteer. We’ll catch them by surprise.* Lyn ducked behind a tree and peered out. Ahead, on a bench by a particularly large rose bush sat a Pikachu. He was clearly a year or two younger than her, but a brief recognition flared at the back of her mind. Corrin, she thought his name was. Possibly. A new student from one of her classes. Which one, again? It didn’t matter. *Inexperienced, then. Perfect. Let’s give him an experience he’ll never forget.* Lyn crept around to the side while the Pikachu wasn’t looking. Like most anyone else would, he likely thought he was the only one awake and outdoors at a time like this. Lyn had to push down the urge to chuckle. It was almost too fairy-tale perfect, the fox stalking an unsuspecting mouse. Corrin rummaged in his bag, triumphantly holding up his notebook, pencil case clasped in his other hand, when a large form lunged at him from behind, knocking him from his seat and sending his belongings scattering across the flagstones. He landed heavily and cried out, a million possibilities racing through his mind. Then he looked up. “L-Lyn?!” The Braixen grinned down at him. She had a dazed, empty look in her eyes. “Th-that hurt, you know? What are you–” *It *is* too perfect, isn’t it? Perhaps you should show him what foxes do to cute little mice. Follow your instincts.* He froze as she ran her tongue across her lips. She suddenly felt so *hungry*. Her stomach let out an audible growl, and the Pikachu’s eyes grew wider. He started to squirm, protesting, but she cut him off again by plunging her maw down over his head. His face met warm, wet darkness, and her cheeks muffled the sounds he continued to make. She was so strong…too strong. He couldn’t throw her off, and to his horror, she didn’t stop there. Lyn’s heart was racing. So many *incredible* sensations battled inside her. His flavor was *amazing*, like nothing she’d ever tasted. But could she really do it? Eat an entire person? Even if he was much smaller than her… *Worry not. Enjoy yourself. You were made for this.* She swallowed hard. *Glllnk.* Icy lances of fear stabbed through the Pikachu as he heard that sound, feeling those throat muscles rippling over his head, bulging out the fox’s neck as he started to disappear into her. Her tongue raced all over his chin and neck, tasting him. She couldn’t get enough. He was *delicious*. *Glllrrpkk.* His shoulders sank into her throat with that next swallow. She didn’t know how, but she was really doing it…the Pikachu boy vanishing inch after inch into her body. It was shockingly easy, really. Natural, even. He squirmed and protested, but she barely noticed, focused as she was on his flavor, slowly pulling him deeper… *Glllnnrrk…gllk.* “L-Lyn, p-please don’t!!” She could barely make out the words as the Pikachu’s head squeezed into her small stomach, but they fell on deaf ears anyway. She was enjoying this far too much to stop. Some part of her *wanted* this. Her stomach stretched and ballooned outwards as his shoulders fit inside next, making her stagger to try to keep her balance. *Glllp…slrrk.* Soon she was sucking down his hindpaws and tail, feeling them kick at empty air before she gulped hard one last time…and then he was all gone. Inside her. She moaned out softly and fell onto the bench, panting. She felt exhausted, and one of her paws idly strayed to her stuffed stomach, rubbing and pressing at it. She was almost afraid to look down at herself, and she gasped when she finally did steal a glance. Her belly was huge, stretched out in front of her. Bulges occasionally made themselves visible as the boy inside her struggled and squirmed. Her stomach groaned and bubbled in response. *Uuuuuooorrrph!!!* Lyn blushed and covered her mouth with a paw as the sound of that burp faded into the greenery around her. Very unladylike. The Pikachu struggled harder as the space around him tightened. “H-hah…haahhh….e-ehehe…I did it…gosh…” She wasn’t sure who she was speaking to. Her mind was all fogged with pleasure. *Good girl.* She was a good girl. She’d caught her prey and finished her meal, after all. The whole thing. And it felt wonderful, tingles spreading all through her body. It made her horny. She sat back, stroking over her stomach, moaning softly, when she picked out a soft rustling nearby. Her ears perked up instantly and she turned, immediately alert, previous thoughts forgotten. Had someone come by and seen her? She didn’t need the voice’s urging this time, she pushed herself up onto her paws. She swayed a little, but once she got used to the balance, the weight was surprisingly easy to handle. Another rustle, louder, followed by the soft sound of paws thudding against the stones drew her attention, and she turned left, racing down a narrow side path. Her own agility surprised her. Had she always been able to run like this? As she emerged onto the main path, she caught sight of her quarry. An Eevee this time, nearly twenty feet ahead of her, rushing towards the door. He was nearly there, and fast as she was, she knew she couldn’t catch him before he made it inside. *Focus your thoughts. I will speak the words in your mind.* Lyn raised her paw, which began to glow with a magenta light. Her mind burned as the mysterious voice spoke through her, and afterwards she could never quite recall the form of those words. But the Eevee stopped, frozen in place. He slowly slumped to the ground, and Lyn carefully approached. His eyes were open, glassy and empty. *Frozen. He will wake soon.* She leaned down and picked him up by the shoulders, starting to drag him back off the main path. It wouldn’t do to be found by anyone else like this, after all. When she had found another suitably remote location, she dropped her next victim and examined him. He was around her age, maybe even a few years older, but he was small. Maybe even smaller than the Pikachu stewing in her stomach right now. Thinking of the Pikachu brought back the intense feelings she’d had, and she bit her lip. Her prey was still moving inside her, though he seemed to have tired himself out, his struggling much weaker now. Her stomach groaned, and Lyn shivered. All the excitement was stimulating another part of herself, too, a burning desire between her legs, drawing her focus away. She reached down slowly with one paw…but then she had another idea. An excitingly, wonderfully, perfectly awful idea. *You’re learning. Perfect. Let your instincts guide you.* Her heart raced as she contemplated, but her body began to move almost without her input. The Eevee boy began to stir, eyelids fluttering, and Lyn sat behind him, holding his head between her thighs. He felt warm, but not as warm as her own body right now. “Wh-what–” She pushed hard, cutting him off as entire muzzle and face sank right into her damp folds. Electric arcs raced through her entire body and she couldn’t stifle a loud moan as she felt him spreading that entrance. He was so *big*, but she knew he would fit. She had to keep going. She had to know what it felt like. The Eevee started to protest, but Lyn couldn’t make out the sounds. Her mind wouldn’t have been able to process them anyway. All she knew was that she wanted *more*. She spread her legs wider and pushed harder, forcing him deeper inside her. Her slit yawned over the Eevee’s shoulders, juices lubricating his fur, a lewd squelching sound signifying her success. She shuddered and squeezed hard around him, and she felt him slip inside another inch, making her gasp. Her body *wanted* him. His confused flailing did nothing to help free him as the Braixen slowly worked him deeper into herself, moaning and panting the entire time. She couldn’t believe how incredible it felt, making him *hers*. Drool leaked from the corner of her open mouth, and her eyes focused on nothing. Clench. Squeeze. Shove. Bit by bit, the Eevee slowly vanished into her sex, his fluffy chest next to be squeezed inside, then his soft-furred belly. His hind legs kicked and tried to scrabble at the ground, but to no avail. The Braixen’s body was too strong. Her leaky slit almost *swallowed* each time she tensed, sending more jolts right through her, and pulling her Eevee toy deeper. She cried out as his hips squeezed past her nether-lips, and a hard involuntary squeeze sucked his hind legs in too, leaving only a tail tip and two cute paws sticking out of herself. She was about to lose him inside, but she didn’t care. No, more than that. She wanted more, *needed* it, to feel him sink all the way inside her. Besides, she was so close, and his twitching paws were in just the right place… “M-mmMmnhh…NnnnyaaaAAAAaaa!!!” She cried out loudly as she shot her juices all over the ground, the last of that Eevee vanishing up into her body as spasms shook her. She felt him sink so deep, *lost* somewhere inside, and that thought made her orgasm even stronger. The feelings coursing through her were the most intense she’d ever felt. He was *hers* now. They *both* were. She fell back onto the ground, gasping for breath. None of her muscles seemed to respond quite the way they should, so she just lay there, her whole body tingling. She felt so tired, and her unfocused eyes drifted closed all on their own. What an experience. --- Lyn clutched her sheets tightly and squeezed her eyes shut against the morning sun. Was it morning already? She groaned. She felt *terrible*. Her head was pounding, and her eyes burned like she hadn’t slept at all. The worst hangover of her life. What had she done last night? She didn’t even remember any parties, in fact hadn’t she been doing something important? She froze as she remembered the summoning. The *failed* summoning, her mind corrected. That hadn’t been real, though, had it? Surely she’d dreamed all of it? After all, if she’d really messed things up that badly, she wouldn’t still be alive. Who knows what foul creatures from beyond the veil would do to a cute thing like her? So then why did she feel so terrible? She nearly tipped over as she stood up. Her balance was all wrong, and she staggered over to her full-length mirror, though she couldn’t bring herself to look for a long moment. She wasn’t sure she was ready for what she might see. She peeked. She gasped. Her paws flew to her mouth as her eyes traced her new outline. Her curves. Two plump, round breasts sat atop a pudgy potbelly, supported by two thick thighs. She didn’t dare try to turn around to see what had happened to her butt. Memories of the previous night, blurred and hazy, slowly came to her as she tried to take it all in. She’d let some…*thing* take control of her. It had used her like a puppet, and she’d attacked…no, *eaten* two of her classmates last night. One of them very…sexually. She bit her lip, remembering how amazing she’d felt the entire time, too. But that was just the influence of the creature, wasn’t it? Wasn’t it? She would *never* even consider for a moment doing anything like that ever again. Not even for a second. It was absolutely, completely, indescribably heinous, no matter how magical it had felt. How amazingly, incredibly, wonderfully pleasurable… She shook her head, hitting her forehead with her paws. She should be thinking about how she was going to tell someone, and what kind of trouble she’d be in! She couldn’t very well keep it secret for long. After all, surely people would notice her new…*assets*, and two missing students wouldn’t go unmentioned, either. There would be a search, an uproar, and it would be so much worse for her if she were found out *that* way. What evidence had she left behind? And she would need help, she didn’t know the spells that might fix this mess. But maybe she could find out? She remembered how it had felt when the creature had spoken words in her mind. When she’d chased down her prey like that. She’d felt *powerful*. Was that really all the creature’s influence? *Lumystyl’r* The name came to her unbidden. The creature she’d contacted? Maybe she could learn more. Maybe she just needed to know the words. As long as she double and triple-checked the circle this time…