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 Author: Invid Fan
Title: Bells, Book, and Candle
Universe: The Bells of Tanah
Summary: You've heard about the apprentice witch who summons a demon. 
Ever wonder where those otherworldly creatures come from?  Or if aliens get
them from here?  No?  Well, before that morning neither had Hank --
Keywords: MF, cons, fantasy

   **** Bells, Book and Candle By Invid Fan (C)2012

   ****

   "When you see the daemon, mate with the daemon" - old M'n saying

   ****

   Hank let out a yawn.  This, as it turned out, was not a smart thing to
do while showering.  His half asleep body had started to drift forward, the
hot spray not yet doing its duty of waking him to the world.  Jets of water
entering his throat, though, did.  With a spitting cough, he jerked his
head back, right hand going to the tiled wall.  It would be just his luck
to slip, lose his balance, fall, and crack his head open.  That would be a
great way to go, wouldn't it?  The guy who can cut back on the field on a
dime, who nobody can tackle, dead because he slipped in the tub.  The jokes
about how he should have worn cleats would be all over the school in hours.
"White boys can't stand." OK, that one would be funny.  With a smile, Hank
grabbed the soap and began lathering.  He wasn't the best athlete in the
school, let alone beyond.  His scholarship in the fall would be academic,
not athletic.  Still, his father had been right: three years of football
had toned his body like you wouldn't believe, and the girls were all over
him.  When the hotties couldn't land the current football God, which this
year had been Rich, they were more than happy to throw themselves at one of
the surrounding lesser athletic demigods.  "Mmm, Lina..." Hank's soapy hand
gave his cock a slippery once over.  Lina was the new girl.  Short.  Sexy.
Japanese.  He'd never really had a chance to indulge his Asian fetish, but
tonight would be the night.  And, with luck, tomorrow night, and countless
nights to come.  God, she'd better not be a prude.  Or giggle.  Moving his
body a bit, he let the spray rinse him off.  He wasn't one for long
showers. He was awake, he was clean...  time to get on with his day. 
Hank's hand was half way to the shower knob when the tingling started.  It
began at his feet, in his heels and toes.  Almost as if they were asleep.
He paused, confused.  It wasn't like he had been standing in one spot for
hours or something.  Hot water still pelting his skin, the feeling was
rushing up his legs.  As it passed his hips, rising up his torso, Hank took
a step back in fear.  Who ever heard of someone's chest falling asleep! 
Even his cock was tingling, and not in a good way.  Was this a heart
attack, or something?  The blood not getting to most of his body?  What the
hell!!  It reached his head.  He could feel it behind his eyeballs... 
they, too, began to tingle.  Colors exploded before Hank's eyes.  The blue
of the bathroom became oranges, yellows...  the feel of spraying water
vanished, as did the feeling of anything under his feet.  Hank was...  he
didn't know.  He couldn't move.  He knew that.  Something pressed against
the front of his body.  Around his body.  It was almost like he was going
through a membrane, or thick cobwebs.  Or Jello.  His senses were really
failing him here.  The universe flashed.

   ****

   He was standing.  That, at least, was a very welcome state.  He could
feel cold stone beneath his bare feet.  Or was it the bathroom tile?  He
looked down.  No, it was black stone...  and, hey, he could move his head!
Cool!  Things were looking up!  Speaking of which, he should.  A small
alien creature was on its hands and knees before him.  Hank was on some
sort of round stone dais, maybe a foot off the ground.  The floor around
the dais was also stone, irregular grey bricks polished to a shine.  The
room seemed to be square, walls of a rough cut stone, like something out of
a medieval fantasy movie.  So, really, did the creature.  It was...  furry.
White fur, short, shinny.  A big bushy white tail stuck up from its butt,
reminding him of nothing so much as a squirrel, curling up and over (but
not quite touching) its back.  The thing was big, for a squirrel, but maybe
only four feet tall.  Its head was down, two rounded ears on either side
pointed towards him.  What was the face like?  A part of him, the part that
didn't want to just get the fuck out of there, wanted to know...  "O, come
thru, Lord, I sumon u, O, come thru, Lord, I sumon u..." It was chanting.
In English.  BAD English, with a heavy accent.  He could barely understand
the words.  The voice sounded female, though.  Real female, not Alvin and
the Chipmunks high pitched female.  It...  she...  it was like she was
chanting a spell.  Hank's eyes widened.  He looked down.  He was inside a
chalk pentagram.  Squirrel Girl there had summoned him, like a Wiccan
calling a spirit!  What the hell?  Those damned spells never worked!  He
should know, his sister hung with some self proclaimed teen witches, and
they couldn't even get simple love stuff to work out!  He kept telling her
it was all bullshit, but no, Robin kept telling him they must just be doing
it wrong.  Eventually, they'd get it right.  It seemed like this creature
had.  Hank took a step forward.  Or, at least, tried.  While he could move,
inside his little pentagram, there was something blocking him.  Some
invisible force field.  He tried again, raising a hand.  He felt nothing,
but something was there.  He wondered if mime's felt like this.  Hank's
movements finally caught the attention of squirrel girl.  She looked up. 
Her face...  well, it was the face of a squirrel.  Two black, almond shaped
eyes lay on either side of a long head, ending in a black nose.  Her eyes
widened, clearly in surprise.  Gee, SHE was surprised?  "Who are you?"
Hank's voice clearly startled her even more.  She sat up.  Now he could see
that, despite being a squirrel, she had two rather nice furry breasts.  Her
body wasn't exactly curvy, but then she was a squirrel.  He could see some
of his more desperate friends hitting that after a few beers.  She wasn't
answering, seemingly too...  well, like a squirrel in the headlights of an
oncoming car.  Scattered on the floor around her, Hank saw open books,
stylized drawings of humans surrounded by strange text, and the occasional
bold English phrase.  Almost, again going by what he had seen of his
sister's stuff, as if English was the language of magic.  Hmm...  he looked
down.  The chalk pentagram was surrounded by two circles, inside of which
were English words.  At his feet, they said, "HOLD".  Same to his left. 
Looking to the right, he at first saw the same word...  then blinked.  No.
It said, "HOID".  Hoid.  She...  He looked back at Squirrel Girl, who
hadn't moved.  She had made a mistake.  Slowly, not wanting to hurt himself
if the invisible wall was actually there, Hank stretched out his right arm.
It passed the boundary of the pentagram with ease.  Squirrel Girl's eyes
doubled in size, mouth dropping open.  Not hesitating, Hank stepped through
the opening, off the dais onto the stone floor.  He took stock.  He was
still nude, and a bit wet from the shower.  His cock was hard and curving
up, whether still due to thoughts of his date tonight with Lina or because
of some furry fetish he hadn't know about, wasn't clear.  He began walking
slowly towards her.  "I said, who are you?" She trembled.  Hank continued
towards her.  He didn't think she was dangerous.  She looked...  young.  He
didn't know how he knew that, but if she was human she'd probably be in her
teens.  Again, not much different than his Wiccan sister.  Hank stopped a
foot in front of her, six inch tan cock bouncing in front of her face.  Her
black eyes were fixed on it, shaking decreasing as she became adjusted to
his presence.  Hank saw her black nose flair, as if smelling his dick. 
Slowly, her head lifted, eyes seeming to drink in his large, muscular form.
Hank folded his arms over his chest, waiting to see what she'd do. 
"Lord..." For a moment, Hank thought her choked reply had been a curse,
until he remembered her spell had been about summoning a 'Lord'.  So...  he
was Lord Hank at the moment.  Cool.  He nodded to her, which seemed to calm
her down even more.  Her eyes dropped to the ground between them.  "Lord, I
M Shia." Hank saw her quickly glance at the pages around her, right hand
quickly flipping forward in one book.  "Servant of She Who Saw." Shia
stopped at a picture spread over two pages.  The drawing...  well, it was
freaky.  It was a view, from above, of a man and a woman having sex on a
picnic table.  Almost as if someone had been spying on them in the park,
drawing a picture because they didn't have a camera.  The man stood at the
end, with the girl's ass hanging off the edge as her legs wrapped around
him.  That wasn't the freaky part, though.  What was fucked up was some
later hand had drawn over the girl and turned her into a squirrel.  Her
tail dropped down, came up between the guy's legs, and seemed to be
pressing against his ass crack.  There were also, on the edge of the
picture, drawings of...  well, "real" squirrels just running around.  Hank
just stared at the book.  OK, so, what, someone in this world had a human
fetish, and started a magic cult around it?  And where WAS here?  Some...
magical world?  The past?  Future?  Hell, had he been shrunk down to the
size of real squirrels?  All coherent thought vanished, as ten claws gently
ran down the entire length of his cock.  The tips were slightly rounded, as
if filed down, her paws spread evenly around his shaft.  Looking back at
her, he saw a pink tongue flick out to wet her black lips.  Her claws moved
back up the shaft, his body responding by becoming even more aroused.  He
could feel her breathing quicken, both furry mounds on her chest heaving as
warm air bathed his dick.  Her black eyes once again met his.  "Lord, I M
yours.  Fuck...  Fuck me!" Maybe it was some kind of magical spell, or just
something about this place.  He was not, or so Hank would have told anyone
who thought to ask the question, the type to just bang strange girls. 
Especially, although this was not a clarification he'd ever have thought
needed, strange alien squirrel girls.  But, in this time, in this place,
all that filled his mind was his dick thrusting into this creature.  Time
to get freaky.  Reaching down with both hands, he grabbed her under her
armpits and lifted.  Shia was light, maybe sixty or seventy pounds.  Right
hand dropping down to her furry ass, under the tail, he held her against
him, mouth growling into hers.  Her lips parted as her arms and legs
wrapped around him.  She was soft, warm, the fur of her bottom tickling the
head of his cock.  Hank thrust his tongue into her mouth, past the rows of
sharp teeth.  Her breath had a nutty flavor.  He felt a wetness near his
right fingers.  Exploring her bottom, he found the opening of her sex.  A
cry was ripped from her as he touched the edge, her head jerking back from
him.  Turning to survey the room, Hank saw a stone altar over to the left.
No...  not an altar.  A picnic table.  A stone picnic table altar.  "OK,
then." He was past being surprised, and too horny to stop and think.  Five
long strides brought him over to the table.  With one swift motion, he
dropped the girl onto it, grabbed her legs to spread them, and thrust into
her.  She screamed.  The thought that she might have been a virgin now
crossed his mind, but not enough to slow him down.  Whatever resistance
there had been wasn't felt by him, but she WAS incredibly tight.  Squirrel
men, obviously, had nothing compared to his monster.  Shia was squirming
and moaning around him, but most importantly not trying to get away.  If
anything, her legs were wrapped around his body, holding him close.  Her
tail, too, like in the drawing, was between his legs and up his back.  The
hairs tickled his asshole...  a feeling he liked, and wasn't sure he should
be liking.  Another thrust into her, and his mind turned to other things.
Hank closed his eyes.  This was the best part of sex.  He could feel his
body get ready, the pressure building up.  The squirrel was chanting now,
not a spell, but words in some unknown language that needed no translation.
Her movements matched his thrusts perfectly, clawed hands gripping the
sides of the table.  He was so close...  There was a tingling in his feet.
Hank's eyes shot open.  The tingling shot up his legs, his body.  He
slowed. "God...  not now!" He was almost there!  He thrust again, trying to
force his orgasm.  The creature before him half sat up, a look of surprised
horror on her face as the tingling reached his head.  Colors exploded in
his eyes....  The universe flashed.

   ****

   Light exploded around Hank.  As his bare feet felt cold floor under
them, his cock exploded with a stream of cum.  He heard the sound of female
shrieks, familiar shrieks.  He came again, the shot of pleasure waking him
somewhat.  Shaking his head and opening his eyes, he looked around.  Hank
was standing on the cement floor of his parent's basement.  Around him,
sitting at the five points of a chalk pentagram, were naked teen girls. 
HUMAN naked teen girls.  The one to his left was Robin.  Damn, his sister
looked good nude!  Look at that bush!  She was holding a black candle, blue
eyes wide in shock as her jock brother hosed down...  wait, who was that in
front of him?  It wasn't one of the normal coven...  There, in front of
Hank, nude, kneeling, holding a lit candle with one hand while wiping white
cum from her eyes...  was Lina.  His date.  "Lina!" Hank took a step
forward, leaned down, grabbed the Japanese girl by the shoulders, and
yanked her up.  She squealed, dropping the candle (which, luckily, hit the
cement and went out) as he hugged and kissed her.  He could taste himself,
but didn't mind.  That had probably been going to happen eventually on one
of their dates anyway.  She responded by wrapping her arms and legs around
him, her gymnastics body easily strong enough not to need his support,
freeing his hands to run through her long black hair and over her wonderful
ass.  It was their first kiss, and at the first touch of her lips he hoped
it was the first of many.  "Ahem." His sister's cough broke through into
his distracted mind.  Laughing, Hank broke his kiss and turned.  He
expected Lina to let go, but she stayed glued to his nude body, right hand
running over his hard chest.  Robin and her three nude friends were
standing together, gazing unbelievingly at the pair.  Damn, all four of
them were smoking!  Even Dari, the goth geek with the glasses!  Gathering
his thoughts, Hank met Robin's gaze.  "OK, I know what happened on my end.
What the hell happened over here?"

   ****

   Hank had been missing for a week.  Calling their father upstairs when
the shower didn't turn off after twenty minutes, Robin and dad had burst
into the bathroom to find the steam filled room empty.  Minutes later, Dari
had rung the downstairs phone.  She had been meditating, when a vision of
Hank traveling through the aether had flashed behind her eyes.  She had
also seen...  squirrels.  It took quite awhile for all involved to decide
this wasn't just some drug induced hallucination on SOMEBODY'S part.

   ****

   "So, this was our eighth attempt to bring you back." Dari was speaking
from the yellow beanbag chair, sprawling with no attempt to cover herself.
Hank enjoyed the view, while Lina enjoyed the benefits of his enjoyment as
she sat in his lap on the blue beanbag.  "It was Heather," Dari pointed at
the blonde, "who realized after three attempts that we needed five girls,
one for each point of the pentagram, and that we should bring in Lina.  We
first tried Sally, not realizing you had broken up yet." "THAT conversation
went well," Robin said, dryly.  Hank just laughed.  "Well, I have to thank
all of you.  I'm in your debt.  Although," he added, smirking at his
sister, "maybe you should be thanking me for proving your magic works." The
four witches glanced at each other.  Lina, hand stroking his hard cock,
giggled.  "Oh, that's not the first spell they got to work..."

   ****

   Edited by SciFi Nut

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