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“Dude, did anyone look at you funny for buying huge tit-bags at a thrift store?” Quinn asked the senior who’d dragged him out to this abandoned amusement park at 11 pm with promises of ‘real working Satanism, my man!’
“Hey, their awkward stares will be so worth it when we summon up a hot sex-demon to fill these babies out,” Nate replied without a hint of self-consciousness. “I got the other stuff too, all cheap. But these babies were marked to move, whichever porn star graduated out of them left town years ago or something. Ever since, these unsalable babies have been turning into something of a Mecca for sexually frustrated teens and the shop wanted to clear them out for good. Imagine they probably cost like 2 to 3 hundred dollars new and I got ‘em for fifty cents.”
“Truly, you have much to teach me about bargain hunting o master,” Quinn said flatly. He was quite unimpressed with the ‘ritual’ he was told they’d have to perform; laying out a bunch of women’s clothing in an old piece of graffiti and making some chants Nate found in a worm-eaten old book on the college shelves. It was literally worm-eaten; you could see the holes burrowed through the pages. But Quinn had transferred to this college late in the semester, and accompanying his upperclassman roommate on what promised to be a stupid stunt seemed like a good way to cement some of those sorely needed social bonds.
“Look at these: tag says 28-P! I didn’t think real bras went up that high!” Nate said giddily as he swung the lacy undergarments between his two raised hands.
“Can we get this over with?” Quinn asked impatiently as he rummaged through Nate’s duffel, picking out the candles to start setting up at the long-faded circle’s perimeter. “What’s the story with the pentagram thing anyway?” he inquired, trying to derail his roommie from ogling the used underwear.
“Oh, didn’t I tell you? This place got closed down way back in, like, the 80s,” Nate said as he got the picture and set about laying the cheaply-acquired women’s clothing in the middle of the circle. “Back then some fake psychologists convinced a whole bunch of people that, like, parents were sacrificing their children to Satan or something. Caused a huge panic. It was all bullshit, though. But the guy who owned this park was caught up in it, people kept saying their kids disappeared here. Well, I mean, duh, right? Every day some kid gets separated from their parents at a theme park and eventually a booth monkey finds them and pages their folks over the PA system. But the rumors stuck to this guy so bad that he had to close down when business failed. Ever since then the local goths and Wiccans and, like, Juggalos and shit have been coming here to do their hokey-pokey. I think they painted this circle, like, back when I was in grade school or something. Anyway, rumor has it you can summon a bitchin’ demon to be your sex slave if you say just the right words at just the right time under just the right stars.” Here, Nate turned to Quinn and grinned. “And guess who’s taking astronomy for his PhD?”
“You don’t seriously believe this shit, do you?” Quinn asked, suddenly feeling unsafe around someone obviously delusional.
“Nah man, it’s more of a disproof-of-concept if you get me,” Nate explained. “Like, I know how to read old star charts and I wanted to prove this shit’s all fake. So I’m following the instructions to the letter and when we get no results, it’ll fail to disprove the null hypothesis,” Nate finished as he put the finishing touches on the lady-clothes scarecrow laid out spread eagle in the middle of the faded circle. “Now for the final component; something precious and beloved.”
“What are you going to throw in there,” Quinn asked. He was curious if Nate had actually brought something he valued, or what the game was. His eyes widened when the older student produced a bright pink vinyl figure from a pocket in his coat.
“Hey! That’s my limited-Run Pinkie! Dude, they stopped making those like 15 years ago!” Quinn shouted “If you scuff that on the ground I’ll leave you out here to rot!”
“Sorry bro,” Nate said in a tone that indicated the opposite. “I knew you wouldn’t agree, and it has to be something truly precious and beloved or it won’t work.” He placed the rubbery plastic horse figurine on top of the clothing and stepped back out, weathering the venomous gaze Quinn was spiting him with. “Alright, hand me the book.” Quinn produced the crumbling volume, borrowed from the college library, and thrust it (hard enough to hurt, he hoped) into Nate who turned to a marked page and checked his watch. Looking up at the stars, he apparently decided they were ‘right’ and urged Quinn to step back from the circle.
“Klah’atoo… Verotta… Nick-toe!” he recited (at least that’s how it sounded to Quinn). There was a silent pause. Quinn wondered if he was psyching himself up, or if he actually saw some shimmering in the air above the empty clothing in the circle. “Oh, that’s right,” Nate said, clapping the book closed. “We need one more thing.”
“What?” Quinn asked, rolling his eyes. He never expected this to work and was still disappointed somehow to see Nate botched the instructions. Suddenly he felt a hand on his shoulder.
“Someone who still has their V-card,” Nate said before laughing and shoving Quinn over the bounds of the circle.
“Hello? Master?” she called out. Nothing. No master here. That’s odd, she could have sworn she was supposed to wake up and serve her master now! Well, no sense laying around here when there’s some poor, lonely master going unserved. So she got to her feet, dusted off her fun-shaped curves, and saw her handbag laying just outside whatever circle she’d woken up inside of. Picking it up, she made her way through the twisting, abandoned pathways. Her master had to be out there somewhere!
“What is it?” Nate grumbled loudly, pulling a pillow over his face.
“We’ve gotta go look for my Pinkie Pie figure!” Quinn said, pulling some fresh(?) clothes out of a dresser and tossing them on Nate’s prone, unresponsive body.
“Me?” Nate piped up indignantly. “I’m not buying you a new dolly, man!”
“You’re the one who lost it, fuckface!” Quinn fired back, angrier than he probably had any right to be; he was letting out a lot of frustrations at once. He knew Nate had abused his trust somehow, but he couldn’t quite remember the details.
“You’re the one who left it behind,” Nate retorted.
“I don’t remember leaving,” Quinn said. “Just… show me where you saw it last, asshole.” Nate stiffened up and opened the door to his pickup. Quinn angrily returned to the passenger seat. “Where are we going?” he asked.
“To where I saw it last,” Nate replied coolly.
“What the hell?” Quinn griped. “You threw my figure into a fucking mud puddle?”
“No,” Nate said pensively.
“Well show me where she is,” Quinn demanded.
Nate stiffened up again, taking a deep breath and holding it in, looking like he was trying to hold back a barf. His body started rocking on unsteady feet until he dropped down to his knees. A streak of magenta hair appeared on the back of his head, rapidly billowing out into fluffy curls all over and falling past his shoulders. His back narrowed, caving in and especially pinching at the waist. His hips, however, popped and cracked as they expanded sideways, while his ass filled out into a pleasantly rounded shape. His pants started to tear when his thighs thickened and became curvier, and his feet shrank until the sneakers rolled off of them. The hands that held up him were tiny, and bright pink, like the thin arms that supported his torso like the legs of a table. Two large, heavy breasts lowered themselves until they nearly touched the ground below him, and finally two big pink ears poked out from beneath the fluffy mane.
Nate looked up at Quinn with a big, round face that sported big, round eyes. Blue ones. A smile plastered itself on her tiny muzzle. “Hehe! Here she is, Master!” it said with a voice that was definitely not Nate’s. Still on all fours, she crawled (her breasts swaying like two bowling balls in a hammock) over to the quiet pool and peered down into it. “This is where I saw your Pinkie Pie last!” she explained, admiring her smile in the reflection. She winked at herself and turned to Quinn. “I got so worried when I woke up in the summoning circle and my Master wasn’t there, so I got up and got my bag and wandered around and it was spooky but Granny Pie always told me to giggle at the ghostly so I wasn’t scared, and then I had to follow the tire tracks back to the road and then I followed the road into town and-”
“What the hell?” Quinn interrupted. “Where the fuck is Nate?”
“I am Nate, Master!” the MILF-shaped Pinkie Pie said, rising to her feet with an enthusiastic bounce of her chest. “Or at least Nate and I are bonded together so I can stay in this world as your willing servant and concubine! Hehe, isn’t that fun?” she asked with excessive pep.
“Now I remember,” Quinn stammered. “I was knocked down into the circle, Nate said we needed a virgin. He laughed, but then… then something broke out of the air above me and grabbed Nate! Because-” his eyes widened as he suddenly recalled, “- because his foot was inside the circle as he gloated!”
“Right-a-roni!” the living Pinkie Pie confirmed with a giggle. “And he was just the perfect host, a total meanie who’d never scored!”
“Wait,” Quinn said, confused. “Nate never scored either?”
“That’s right!” the pink thing confirmed. “He was probably hoping you’d end up where he is now and then he could score with you and me, but now he’s going to score with him as me and you as you! That is, if you want to,” Pinie said with a demure blush and the flirty batting of her large eyes. “I’ll do anything you want me to! It’s why I’m here, after all! And it’s why Nate was such a good boy this morning!”
“What do you mean?” Quinn asked.
“Nate didn’t want to wake up, but Master told him to so I woke up him for you! Nate didn’t want to take Master for a ride, but Master wanted him to take Master for a ride, so I decided for him that that’s what we were going to do! Nate didn’t-”
“Okay, I get the picture,” Quinn said, his head reeling from this inexplicable turn of events. He was just trying to remember how he’d managed to get back to their dorm when the pink apparition wrapped herself around him in a super-squishy hug! She was so warm and soft and cuddly as she snuggled tight and giggled softly, her fluffy curls tickling his nose.
“Whaddya think, Master? A nice, plump, Pinkie Pin-Up you can hug and squeeze and fondle and grope and kiss and nibble on and-” she continued describing all the naughty possibilities as she guided his hands down to her plush rear and raised one of her meaty thigh to wrap around his hip, grinding against the strained front of his pants. “Oooo, shall I take care of that for you, Master?” she asked, biting into her plump lip and giving him the most captivating ‘bedroom eyes’ he’d ever seen. A passing car on the road behind them broke the spell.
“Wait, not here! We’re out in public!” Quinn protested, pushing the enticingly soft Pinkie-whatever back by the shoulders.
“Oh that’s no problem, Master!” she giggled cutely. Bringing her dainty little pink hand up, she snapped her fingers and suddenly it was as if the entire world other than him and her was out-of-focus, or hidden behind shimmering privacy glass. “Now nobody will notice! Not even if we were naked and having loud fun on a park bench! We can do anything we want and nobody would mind in the least! Isn’t that neat?”
Quinn stared at the pony-headed woman’s wobbly chest, hanging heavily in the stretched fabric of Nate’s shirt.
“What size are those?” he asked, almost without realizing it.
“28-P! You like them? I like to think the P stands for Pinkie!” she giggled while shaking her shoulders and swinging her massive, free-hanging breasts in quick bounds side-to-side.
“…”
“Oh don’t worry, Master!” Pinkie said after a quick chortle. “Nate’s not a prisoner! He’s along for the ride, but he’s enjoying it in here! He lives to serve you too! It’s part of the deal! We’re both on the same wavelength as far as that goes!” It was as if everything she said ended with an exclamation mark, Quinn thought.
“So he’s not, um, miserable?” he asked.
“Nope-a-roni!” Pinkie said, bouncing excitedly in her seat and setting her massive chest jiggling delightfully in Nate’s shirt. “Once the bonding spell happens, any kind of resistance is impossible! What good is a demonic love slave who doesn’t love their work with every fiber of its combined being? Eager service is the point of our existence now!” It was so unnerving hearing those words come out of Pinkie Pie’s mouth, in real life no less. The giggle just made it weirder.
“I mean, you said he was already following my orders this morning, right?” Quinn probed.
“Yep-yep!” the pink chauffeur affirmed with exuberance. “Yeppers yeppers, devil peppers!”
“Uh huh. Well, he sure didn’t seem enthusiastic about any of it to me,” Quinn insisted.
“Oooo, was that too much? We thought maintaining his usual persona was super duper important, but if it bothers you we can present a fun, friendly, giddy, giggly, hyper-happy Nate instead!” she offered.
“Y’know, on second thought, that would just seem wrong somehow. Better keep Nate’s persona the same after all,” Quinn decided. He didn’t think he could handle a Pinkie-esque Nate. “So you can switch forms any time, then?”
“Abso-tootly!” the sugary hybrid squeaked as they pulled into the parking lot.
“Okay, how about you turn back for a bit?” Quinn requested.
“Sure thing, Master!” she said, already starting to melt and reshape as she spoke.
Nate sighed, giving every appearance of reluctance. It was so convincing Quinn almost felt bad for him. He watched the being that seemed perfectly like his old human jerk of a roommate retrieve his tablet and start browsing for the requested collectible. Prices ranged in the hundreds, and ‘Nate’ was groaning and grimacing the entire time. It really was a remarkable simulation, Quinn mused. He was enjoying the catharsis of seeing ‘Nate’ make up for some of his past misdeeds like this.
“Oh, and one more thing for now,” he said.
“Yeah?” Nate asked, glancing up from his screen to look Quinn in the eyes.
“When we’re alone, I want YOU to call me ‘Master,’ too.”
“Okay, Master,” Nate replied respectfully, before returning to his original task of replacing the pink plastic pony he’d originally ‘borrowed’ for the ritual that started all this. Quinn kicked his feet up on the coffee table and pondered the unique possibilities this weird turn of events offered him.