Story Notes:
Another pop magic oneshot, this one more humorous.
Lilly's Neighbour
Disclaimer: I do not own Pokémon, Nintendo does, or the idea of pop magic, nobody really does. There is such a thing as pop magic, it's commonly referred to as a part of chaos magic. If you look it up, you'll find some resources. The scenes depicted in this story are fictional and any attempt to replicate them hoping to produce the same result will leave you disappointed and/or looking and feeling very stupid. Unless you have some innate ability or find a loophole in the Laws of the Universe, in which case, let's take over the world together!
There are also many things mentioned as examples of pop magic, like Jyuuken or Cthulhu. These things belong in pop culture, and I don't own any of them.
Warnings include: Accidental transformation, slight humiliation, masturbation of an animal (not sure if that counts as bestiality).
Lilly's neighbour.
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The three stood ready in Will's room, all dressed in blue jeans, sneakers, and black shirts covered by sleeveless jackets. Will carried a backpack and baseball hat for more effect. It was always the same with Will: every single ritual he did would somehow involve channelling deities that only existed as Saturday morning cartoons. His banishings, what he used to clear his body, mind and spirit (not to mention the places he did his rites in) came down to channelling the Super Saiyan golden aura, while most of his sigils, his graphic spells, were either simple anime drawings or composite forms of Unown, black monsters shaped like letters of the alphabet.
He was a pop mage, through and through, as were his partners in crime, but Will was by far the mightiest of the three. Sure, Bernie could invoke the squid dragon Cthulhu and make a person vomit just by pointing at them, and Tom knew literally every single form of auric and astral combat, including the dreaded Jyuuken. Will, on the other hand, was in a different league altogether. He could affect solid matter, not just people, and his powers of invocation were rivalled by none. His most daring solo-experiment yet had ended with him breathing actual fire without any physical nourishment but his own breath. He didn't want to try that again, though, because after that nothing tasted right for three weeks.
Needless to say, when Will made plans for a ritual, he did a good job at it. Tonight's endeavour was to summon the incarnate Breaking of Duality, in the form of a Pokémon game bug called Missingno.
Bernie and Tom never questioned Will's logic. They'd given up on that when Will had caused a city blackout with a summoned dust elemental.
"Right," Will announced," temple consecrated, spiral pentagrams drawn, time to start."
First thing they had to do, as with any act of magic, was to get in the right mood, raise the right kind of atmosphere for the ritual. In some cultures that meant rhythmic drumming, or ancient hymns chanted for a few hours. In this case, it meant a Pokémon soundtrack or two. As the CD started playing, they all used their respective mental techniques to immerse themselves in the Pokémon mindset. They played pretend, in a way, until the line between pretend and reality blurred, and, like an actor who feels his role coming to life, they assumed the roles of Pokémon Trainers. They never wondered whether it was real or not, only results mattered. As the cheesy songs played and their magical trances deepened, they began their summoning.
PPPPPPPPP
Lilly was a 16-year-old Latino girl, busy on her computer, as always. Despite her firm body and cheerleader looks, she spent most of her Friday nights researching current events on the Net. It never bothered her, really: she thought she had a future as a reporter, and felt she ought to start early, being up to speed with the facts at all times. She noticed music coming her neighbour's house.
"Not again..." she said to herself. It was always something with Will, ever since he'd read that stupid comic book. Mind you, it wasn't the fact that he believed in something that bothered her. Heck, she hung out with a Fundie Christian and a wiccan, and got along famously with them. No, what bothered her was WHAT Will believed, and the sheer childishness of it. It was one thing to pray to God, another thing to pray to different gods that represent the human psyche, but she just couldn't get her head around the idea of making a god out of a stupid yellow electric rat spawned by a games company. Sure, Will had explained his reasoning... morality, right, evolution, 'kay... it hadn't made a lot of sense of the time, and still didn't. Seriously, it was too much.
Funny thing was; she'd liked him once. Now, though... he was just an idiot, and his friends only tagged along because he made them feel very normal. Little wankers...
She focused her attention back on the computer screen. Her hands started itching for some reason. Probably nothing. She kept working as the itch found a double in her neck, then all over her back. She looked down at her hands... no bugs crawling, no cobweb she might have brushed by... weird. Next her head started to itch, more specifically her forehead. She felt an intense pressure in her temples as well, though that only mildly distracted her from the itching.
A strange sensation on her breasts alarmed her. It felt like... they were shrinking. Hurriedly, she took off her black top and shed the matching bra. Turning to the full-length mirror opposite her bed, she found her once perky breasts were slowly but surely receding. But even more surprising was what she felt under her breasts. She was growing a second pair, and these were flat too!
Panicking and half-naked, the Latino girl tried to call her mother but only a throaty "Briii" came out as her vocal chords refused.
The pressure on her head built. Instinctively, she staggered to her bed to sit down, but once she did, her legs started to hurt, and her arms got stiff, harder to bend.
A wave of nausea forced her to bend forward, the shift in weight sending her down on all fours. Her back arched upward, cracking along with her arm and leg joints as they reoriented themselves. It almost seemed for a moment that her legs and arms each became one bone at the core, then reformed into a shape the muscles weren't designed to operate. Lilly tried to cry out again, this time succeeding in a squeal-like "Gaa..." Her face started to burn as the rest of her head tingled. Arms numb and unresponsive, she tried to ease the tingling by shaking her head. To her horror she only managed to shake off her once beautiful brown hair.
The itch on her back intensified along with the burning on her face. Her skin seemed to become more sensitive all over, except for her still covered legs and waist. As her breathing turned heavier, she became acutely aware of her double pair of breasts, hanging and heaving up and down as she gulped in fresh air. Her eyes rolled at the sensory onslaught, and after a while she realised her eyes had shifted sideways and her nose downward, as if it wanted to join her mouth. A sparkly white spot of fluffy fur sprouted on the new void on her face as she tried to grasp what was happening. Lilly could still make out the view of her mirror, but her peripheral vision had expanded beyond human capacity. She could make out the CD collection on her far right, and her windows to the left, without moving her head.
The pressure she'd felt on her temples and the itch on her back reached a peak as she felt her neck elongate, bones crunching and snapping in protest, muscles struggling to keep up, oesophagus and trachea sore from the rapid growth. Two little stubby horns sprouted from her skull, white and hard. She tried to call out with one desperate last attempt, but a spasm went through her just as she took her breath, ribcage cracking as it adjusted itself to a horizontal position. Lilly could feel her organs shrinking or moving as her torso started to look like that of a horse or a deer. Next her lower waist went through the same change, almost making her throw up when her intestines got jumbled up. The itch on her back commanded her attention again, as if those last few changes had sent a cue for the next one.
Lilly could see small triangular scales sprouting from her long neck, following the pattern of her newly aligned spine right to where her jeans touched the skin. As her ears moved upwards and a muzzle formed where her mouth was, Lilly wept at the twisted figure in her reflection.
A pressure in her tailbone roused her from her sorrow. Something was growing out... her brain got sensations of a ball-shaped outgrowth pushing out, growing... something with... eyes? She got a visual input of the thing; like its eyes were somehow connected to her brain, same way she picked up sensations of a tongue...and teeth.
Tearing her jeans and panties apart with its teeth, the black appendage shot out Lilly's spine, eliciting only a painful gasp from the already warped girl. It took all her effort of will not to drop her heavy neck and snout to the floor, but strangely her still unmoving legs and arms were bearing the weight quite well. The thing stood on a small black stalk, and almost looked like a second head, except it didn't have a nose. It did have a very large mouth, though.
Forced on all fours, naked except for her shoes and socks, her body wracked with painful transformation she couldn't grasp, the once adorable girl gave in to despair and just let everything happen. The coolness of the air on her naked body, save her feet, gave way to the feeling of short fur, like a horse's. She noticed she was growing yellow fur with black spots on the front end of her body, and black fur with yellow spots on her rear end. All the while she could feel her new second head furtively looking around, taking in the surroundings and sending its info to Lilly's brain. Even her womanhood was affected, her genitalia moving up, up, up, giving her the body of a very strange mare. She could already imagine a stallion mating with her, and it filled her heart with dread.
Lastly, her hands and feet compressed into impossibly fine hooves, and her arms and legs were permanently forced into the downward position of a quadruped, shoulder and thigh joints cracking as they moved closer to her changed body. Her arms grew to the length of her legs, elevating her whole body to a dizzying height. Her muscles followed suit, erasing any last vestiges of humanity and becoming more... ropy.
Exhausted, she collapsed, shedding the very last of her clothes; her socks, shoes and what remained of her jeans. For some reason her rear head remained conscious. Did that thing have its own brain? Lilly tried getting back on her feet, awkwardly balancing on paws she might have seen on a deer. The image in her mirror was an absolute nightmare. She'd turned into some kind of deer with a giraffe's head, long neck, scales on her back, and two heads. The fur pattern was nothing she'd ever seen before, and even breathing felt alien, ribcage and internal organs completely reoriented.
"Giri..." she mumbled, "Giri...".
Could this get any worse?
Of its own accord, her rear head leaped up from its tail-base and buried itself in her animal cunt, tongue probing her labia and vagina walls, but too short to reach her clitoris. Lilly drew ragged breaths at the situation. Damn thing really did have its own brain, and it was set for sex!
Not content with the simple licking, her rear legs pulled her backward, toward her nightstand. It took some stumbling with her new elbows and knees, but in the end she nearly slammed her second head into it. It pulled up just in time and opened the drawer, seeking its prize.
'Oh God, no, not that,' she thought.
It was that, though; the dildo she'd bought once, in a moment of weakness.
The one meant for use in the shower.
The one with a suction pad.
Out of control with desire, the little black head grabbed the firm rubber monstrosity in its teeth and slammed its pad into the wall, firmly attaching it for a little bit of fun. Lilly vaguely got an idea of what it was thinking, but it felt as if it was only half-alien, and mostly herself. Whatever this thing was, at least part of it was her.
That didn't help, however, when her lower body rammed itself into the artificial cock, impaling her sex on it. She cursed herself and this new body and that wonderful, thick cock as she rode it in shame-ridden bliss. Part of her had always wanted to masturbate with her window open, exposing herself to anyone who might be looking. But still... to actually do it... it overwhelmed her with feelings she never even knew were possible. Her hind legs on automatic now, her second head in control, she noticed her curtains were still open. She could see her neighbour's house... she was masturbating like mad, hoping to cum while anyone might see...
PPPPPPP
"Okay, so we did the ritual, summoned Missingno, and nothing happened," Bernie summarised," why?"
"Well, it was supposed to expand our vision, let us see in new colours," Will replied," maybe it'll take a while to work?"
"Can't be," Tom argued," all our other stuff's immediate, there's no reason to think this would work with a delay."
"I still say we should've tried the Goetia," Bernie argued.
"Don't start that again; you know how I feel about seafood," Will retorted.
"Maybe you just channelled the wrong words," Tom tried, getting the paper with the spells on it," see, I think your word for 'two-faced' actually means 'two-headed' and... look, here: 'far-sighted' might be mistaken for 'long-necked'. Let's face it, Will, for all your powers, you suck at divination and your Ouranian is sub-par at best."
"True," Will admitted, "but at least something should've happened. We had the words, even if they were wrong, we had the Gameboy to represent binary fantasy..."
"But nothing to represent binary reality," Tom said, staring at the window," so I'm thinking we did summon M, but he ended up somewhere else."
He had his cell-phone (with a camera, upper-class bastard) aimed squarely at the window, which got the attention of the other two.
"What are you doing?" Will asked.
"Me? I'm just filming the two-headed giraffe that's masturbating at your neighbour's place."
All three looked through the window.
"Heh. Oops," Will said.
"Wow," Bernie agreed," that's a Girafarig, isn't it? How did that happen?"
"I'm sure there's some very plausible explanation for it involving observer-created universe, repressed emotions and duality and all that, but right now... man, just look at her ride that thing," Tom admired the scene as he got it on tape.
"You really think that's Lilly?" Will asked as the creature next door noticed the three boys staring at its guilty pleasures.
"I hope that's Lilly, or somebody's gonna have to banish a horny giraffe real soon," Bernie joked.
"Dude, we have to get her back to normal before somebody notices," Will panicked a little.
"Will you just let the girl have her fun? We still have plenty of spell-breaker sigils and memory-wipes left from our last disaster. It can wait," Tom was already planning to put the thing on Youtube," and Bernie, lose that erection, for pity's sake!"
Lilly, meanwhile, was still riding the obscene dildo fixed to her wall, drool coming up through both mouths, and once she'd realised she was being watched, her excitement reached a fever pitch. She could feel her every move being captured on camera, every grunt of pleasure heard and no doubt burned into the minds of the observers. She'd never live this down and it turned her on even more. Her sinewy legs were cramping up at the exertion as she felt the first hints of orgasm reach her hind head.
"You know, I'm thinking," Will wondered," if Girafarig's a psychic Pokémon, wouldn't that mean..."
"GARRIIIII!!!!" the cry echoed through the whole neighbourhood as Lilly's windows exploded in a wave of sexually charged psychic energy. Lilly's parents found themselves tangled in one another's embrace, tearing their clothes off in a completely unsolicited orgy of lust. Everyone within a five-mile radius fell to the wave of sex, either quickly dashing to the nearest place where they could cum, or simply grabbing the nearest person and well... you'll get the idea.
The three mages stood staring at the onslaught that had just transpired. The wave of energy hadn't quite affected them, as they all had a lot of experience dealing with energies from without. Still, they couldn't help but admire the damage the sexual explosion had done. Bernie, especially, couldn't pry his eyes from Lilly's nearly vaporised windows...
"Okay, I've lost that erection now..."
The End.Chapter End Notes:Not sure if this one's as good as my first story, but hey, it was an idea that I had to work out. Reviews, please
There are also many things mentioned as examples of pop magic, like Jyuuken or Cthulhu. These things belong in pop culture, and I don't own any of them.
Warnings include: Accidental transformation, slight humiliation, masturbation of an animal (not sure if that counts as bestiality).
Lilly's neighbour.
-------------------
The three stood ready in Will's room, all dressed in blue jeans, sneakers, and black shirts covered by sleeveless jackets. Will carried a backpack and baseball hat for more effect. It was always the same with Will: every single ritual he did would somehow involve channelling deities that only existed as Saturday morning cartoons. His banishings, what he used to clear his body, mind and spirit (not to mention the places he did his rites in) came down to channelling the Super Saiyan golden aura, while most of his sigils, his graphic spells, were either simple anime drawings or composite forms of Unown, black monsters shaped like letters of the alphabet.
He was a pop mage, through and through, as were his partners in crime, but Will was by far the mightiest of the three. Sure, Bernie could invoke the squid dragon Cthulhu and make a person vomit just by pointing at them, and Tom knew literally every single form of auric and astral combat, including the dreaded Jyuuken. Will, on the other hand, was in a different league altogether. He could affect solid matter, not just people, and his powers of invocation were rivalled by none. His most daring solo-experiment yet had ended with him breathing actual fire without any physical nourishment but his own breath. He didn't want to try that again, though, because after that nothing tasted right for three weeks.
Needless to say, when Will made plans for a ritual, he did a good job at it. Tonight's endeavour was to summon the incarnate Breaking of Duality, in the form of a Pokémon game bug called Missingno.
Bernie and Tom never questioned Will's logic. They'd given up on that when Will had caused a city blackout with a summoned dust elemental.
"Right," Will announced," temple consecrated, spiral pentagrams drawn, time to start."
First thing they had to do, as with any act of magic, was to get in the right mood, raise the right kind of atmosphere for the ritual. In some cultures that meant rhythmic drumming, or ancient hymns chanted for a few hours. In this case, it meant a Pokémon soundtrack or two. As the CD started playing, they all used their respective mental techniques to immerse themselves in the Pokémon mindset. They played pretend, in a way, until the line between pretend and reality blurred, and, like an actor who feels his role coming to life, they assumed the roles of Pokémon Trainers. They never wondered whether it was real or not, only results mattered. As the cheesy songs played and their magical trances deepened, they began their summoning.
PPPPPPPPP
Lilly was a 16-year-old Latino girl, busy on her computer, as always. Despite her firm body and cheerleader looks, she spent most of her Friday nights researching current events on the Net. It never bothered her, really: she thought she had a future as a reporter, and felt she ought to start early, being up to speed with the facts at all times. She noticed music coming her neighbour's house.
"Not again..." she said to herself. It was always something with Will, ever since he'd read that stupid comic book. Mind you, it wasn't the fact that he believed in something that bothered her. Heck, she hung out with a Fundie Christian and a wiccan, and got along famously with them. No, what bothered her was WHAT Will believed, and the sheer childishness of it. It was one thing to pray to God, another thing to pray to different gods that represent the human psyche, but she just couldn't get her head around the idea of making a god out of a stupid yellow electric rat spawned by a games company. Sure, Will had explained his reasoning... morality, right, evolution, 'kay... it hadn't made a lot of sense of the time, and still didn't. Seriously, it was too much.
Funny thing was; she'd liked him once. Now, though... he was just an idiot, and his friends only tagged along because he made them feel very normal. Little wankers...
She focused her attention back on the computer screen. Her hands started itching for some reason. Probably nothing. She kept working as the itch found a double in her neck, then all over her back. She looked down at her hands... no bugs crawling, no cobweb she might have brushed by... weird. Next her head started to itch, more specifically her forehead. She felt an intense pressure in her temples as well, though that only mildly distracted her from the itching.
A strange sensation on her breasts alarmed her. It felt like... they were shrinking. Hurriedly, she took off her black top and shed the matching bra. Turning to the full-length mirror opposite her bed, she found her once perky breasts were slowly but surely receding. But even more surprising was what she felt under her breasts. She was growing a second pair, and these were flat too!
Panicking and half-naked, the Latino girl tried to call her mother but only a throaty "Briii" came out as her vocal chords refused.
The pressure on her head built. Instinctively, she staggered to her bed to sit down, but once she did, her legs started to hurt, and her arms got stiff, harder to bend.
A wave of nausea forced her to bend forward, the shift in weight sending her down on all fours. Her back arched upward, cracking along with her arm and leg joints as they reoriented themselves. It almost seemed for a moment that her legs and arms each became one bone at the core, then reformed into a shape the muscles weren't designed to operate. Lilly tried to cry out again, this time succeeding in a squeal-like "Gaa..." Her face started to burn as the rest of her head tingled. Arms numb and unresponsive, she tried to ease the tingling by shaking her head. To her horror she only managed to shake off her once beautiful brown hair.
The itch on her back intensified along with the burning on her face. Her skin seemed to become more sensitive all over, except for her still covered legs and waist. As her breathing turned heavier, she became acutely aware of her double pair of breasts, hanging and heaving up and down as she gulped in fresh air. Her eyes rolled at the sensory onslaught, and after a while she realised her eyes had shifted sideways and her nose downward, as if it wanted to join her mouth. A sparkly white spot of fluffy fur sprouted on the new void on her face as she tried to grasp what was happening. Lilly could still make out the view of her mirror, but her peripheral vision had expanded beyond human capacity. She could make out the CD collection on her far right, and her windows to the left, without moving her head.
The pressure she'd felt on her temples and the itch on her back reached a peak as she felt her neck elongate, bones crunching and snapping in protest, muscles struggling to keep up, oesophagus and trachea sore from the rapid growth. Two little stubby horns sprouted from her skull, white and hard. She tried to call out with one desperate last attempt, but a spasm went through her just as she took her breath, ribcage cracking as it adjusted itself to a horizontal position. Lilly could feel her organs shrinking or moving as her torso started to look like that of a horse or a deer. Next her lower waist went through the same change, almost making her throw up when her intestines got jumbled up. The itch on her back commanded her attention again, as if those last few changes had sent a cue for the next one.
Lilly could see small triangular scales sprouting from her long neck, following the pattern of her newly aligned spine right to where her jeans touched the skin. As her ears moved upwards and a muzzle formed where her mouth was, Lilly wept at the twisted figure in her reflection.
A pressure in her tailbone roused her from her sorrow. Something was growing out... her brain got sensations of a ball-shaped outgrowth pushing out, growing... something with... eyes? She got a visual input of the thing; like its eyes were somehow connected to her brain, same way she picked up sensations of a tongue...and teeth.
Tearing her jeans and panties apart with its teeth, the black appendage shot out Lilly's spine, eliciting only a painful gasp from the already warped girl. It took all her effort of will not to drop her heavy neck and snout to the floor, but strangely her still unmoving legs and arms were bearing the weight quite well. The thing stood on a small black stalk, and almost looked like a second head, except it didn't have a nose. It did have a very large mouth, though.
Forced on all fours, naked except for her shoes and socks, her body wracked with painful transformation she couldn't grasp, the once adorable girl gave in to despair and just let everything happen. The coolness of the air on her naked body, save her feet, gave way to the feeling of short fur, like a horse's. She noticed she was growing yellow fur with black spots on the front end of her body, and black fur with yellow spots on her rear end. All the while she could feel her new second head furtively looking around, taking in the surroundings and sending its info to Lilly's brain. Even her womanhood was affected, her genitalia moving up, up, up, giving her the body of a very strange mare. She could already imagine a stallion mating with her, and it filled her heart with dread.
Lastly, her hands and feet compressed into impossibly fine hooves, and her arms and legs were permanently forced into the downward position of a quadruped, shoulder and thigh joints cracking as they moved closer to her changed body. Her arms grew to the length of her legs, elevating her whole body to a dizzying height. Her muscles followed suit, erasing any last vestiges of humanity and becoming more... ropy.
Exhausted, she collapsed, shedding the very last of her clothes; her socks, shoes and what remained of her jeans. For some reason her rear head remained conscious. Did that thing have its own brain? Lilly tried getting back on her feet, awkwardly balancing on paws she might have seen on a deer. The image in her mirror was an absolute nightmare. She'd turned into some kind of deer with a giraffe's head, long neck, scales on her back, and two heads. The fur pattern was nothing she'd ever seen before, and even breathing felt alien, ribcage and internal organs completely reoriented.
"Giri..." she mumbled, "Giri...".
Could this get any worse?
Of its own accord, her rear head leaped up from its tail-base and buried itself in her animal cunt, tongue probing her labia and vagina walls, but too short to reach her clitoris. Lilly drew ragged breaths at the situation. Damn thing really did have its own brain, and it was set for sex!
Not content with the simple licking, her rear legs pulled her backward, toward her nightstand. It took some stumbling with her new elbows and knees, but in the end she nearly slammed her second head into it. It pulled up just in time and opened the drawer, seeking its prize.
'Oh God, no, not that,' she thought.
It was that, though; the dildo she'd bought once, in a moment of weakness.
The one meant for use in the shower.
The one with a suction pad.
Out of control with desire, the little black head grabbed the firm rubber monstrosity in its teeth and slammed its pad into the wall, firmly attaching it for a little bit of fun. Lilly vaguely got an idea of what it was thinking, but it felt as if it was only half-alien, and mostly herself. Whatever this thing was, at least part of it was her.
That didn't help, however, when her lower body rammed itself into the artificial cock, impaling her sex on it. She cursed herself and this new body and that wonderful, thick cock as she rode it in shame-ridden bliss. Part of her had always wanted to masturbate with her window open, exposing herself to anyone who might be looking. But still... to actually do it... it overwhelmed her with feelings she never even knew were possible. Her hind legs on automatic now, her second head in control, she noticed her curtains were still open. She could see her neighbour's house... she was masturbating like mad, hoping to cum while anyone might see...
PPPPPPP
"Okay, so we did the ritual, summoned Missingno, and nothing happened," Bernie summarised," why?"
"Well, it was supposed to expand our vision, let us see in new colours," Will replied," maybe it'll take a while to work?"
"Can't be," Tom argued," all our other stuff's immediate, there's no reason to think this would work with a delay."
"I still say we should've tried the Goetia," Bernie argued.
"Don't start that again; you know how I feel about seafood," Will retorted.
"Maybe you just channelled the wrong words," Tom tried, getting the paper with the spells on it," see, I think your word for 'two-faced' actually means 'two-headed' and... look, here: 'far-sighted' might be mistaken for 'long-necked'. Let's face it, Will, for all your powers, you suck at divination and your Ouranian is sub-par at best."
"True," Will admitted, "but at least something should've happened. We had the words, even if they were wrong, we had the Gameboy to represent binary fantasy..."
"But nothing to represent binary reality," Tom said, staring at the window," so I'm thinking we did summon M, but he ended up somewhere else."
He had his cell-phone (with a camera, upper-class bastard) aimed squarely at the window, which got the attention of the other two.
"What are you doing?" Will asked.
"Me? I'm just filming the two-headed giraffe that's masturbating at your neighbour's place."
All three looked through the window.
"Heh. Oops," Will said.
"Wow," Bernie agreed," that's a Girafarig, isn't it? How did that happen?"
"I'm sure there's some very plausible explanation for it involving observer-created universe, repressed emotions and duality and all that, but right now... man, just look at her ride that thing," Tom admired the scene as he got it on tape.
"You really think that's Lilly?" Will asked as the creature next door noticed the three boys staring at its guilty pleasures.
"I hope that's Lilly, or somebody's gonna have to banish a horny giraffe real soon," Bernie joked.
"Dude, we have to get her back to normal before somebody notices," Will panicked a little.
"Will you just let the girl have her fun? We still have plenty of spell-breaker sigils and memory-wipes left from our last disaster. It can wait," Tom was already planning to put the thing on Youtube," and Bernie, lose that erection, for pity's sake!"
Lilly, meanwhile, was still riding the obscene dildo fixed to her wall, drool coming up through both mouths, and once she'd realised she was being watched, her excitement reached a fever pitch. She could feel her every move being captured on camera, every grunt of pleasure heard and no doubt burned into the minds of the observers. She'd never live this down and it turned her on even more. Her sinewy legs were cramping up at the exertion as she felt the first hints of orgasm reach her hind head.
"You know, I'm thinking," Will wondered," if Girafarig's a psychic Pokémon, wouldn't that mean..."
"GARRIIIII!!!!" the cry echoed through the whole neighbourhood as Lilly's windows exploded in a wave of sexually charged psychic energy. Lilly's parents found themselves tangled in one another's embrace, tearing their clothes off in a completely unsolicited orgy of lust. Everyone within a five-mile radius fell to the wave of sex, either quickly dashing to the nearest place where they could cum, or simply grabbing the nearest person and well... you'll get the idea.
The three mages stood staring at the onslaught that had just transpired. The wave of energy hadn't quite affected them, as they all had a lot of experience dealing with energies from without. Still, they couldn't help but admire the damage the sexual explosion had done. Bernie, especially, couldn't pry his eyes from Lilly's nearly vaporised windows...
"Okay, I've lost that erection now..."
The End.Chapter End Notes:Not sure if this one's as good as my first story, but hey, it was an idea that I had to work out. Reviews, please