Bad End Academia - Extra 1 - Contracts

Nate slipped into his dorm. Luckily his roommate was perpetually out. The Coda and the Tintamere were a perfect match because Nate, the Coda was constantly shut in studying while the Tintamere was out doing who knows what. It was the only reason he brought his prize back with him. Otherwise it would be an incredibly bad idea. He dropped the treasure on his desk and looked over it with awe. A black, leather-bound grimoire with silver accents around the corners and edges. The bindings were tight and pristine despite the stated age of the book. It had no written title and even the interior only showed arcane symbols that one would have to be well-versed in to read. He of course was.

“Perfect. This is perfect.” He breathed heavily. His eyes lit up as he scanned the initial pages.

“What's perfect?” Lance questioned, glancing down over Nate's shoulders cluelessly. The boy jumped a  full foot in the air and yelped. He swept up the grimoire and held it close to his chest defensively.
“The hell? Why're you acting so weird.” The bulky boy lifted a brow. He was covered in moisture with a towel draped over his shoulders and another around his waist.

“W-what are you doing here?”

“My stuff is here and my bed is here. Dunno what to say to that. Thought you were smart?” The boy smiled innocently. He stared at the book with mild interest.
“What's that?”

“Nothing.” Nate said quickly before thinking better of it and adding.
“N-nothing that you should say anything about to anyone.”

“So... Not nothing? If it was nothing it wouldn't matter so if you don't want me to say anything it's either embarrassing or secret and it's probably not secret for nothing.” Lance was more or less thinking out loud while staring up at the ceiling. When he was done he returned to resting his curious gaze on the much smaller Nate.

“Dammit...” The brute stumbled upon a perfect argument.

“Okay, it's really, really secret. Can you please not tell anyone?” Nate plead.

“Sure.”

“Thank-”

“If you tell me about it.”

“Why?” Nate whined.

“This is the Academy. I don't think I need to know everyone's secrets but if it's my roommate and they're messing with something, I should know about it since it's gonna possibly affect me down the line. If it does I'd like to know what's goin on.”

Nate cringed. Lance had spoken very little since they first met after being assigned the same room. The Minotaur, Nate assumed, was a muscle head without much sense. He realized quickly that it was a wrong assumption. The boy would not just happen to stumble upon two very rational responses in a row.
“It... Seems I have to explain myself, then.” It was awkward, because by Lance's logic and worry, his secret was probably going to be a problem for him if things went wrong.

“This is a Summoning Grimoire. The Summoning Grimoire.”

“Oh, like elemental stuff?”

“No no.” Nate was surprised he knew about that aspect of it, but brushed the comment aside.

“Elementals are born out of natural Soma that has gained power through some sentience. They are created by, live by and act primarily through Soma. Some materialize an Aura but this is rare and those beings are typically considered hedge-gods by most people that have encountered them.”

“I'm aware, yeah.” Lance nodded.
“We have one back home.”

“Right. Well, With enough Soma, elementals can shard and sire more elementals-”

“Yep.” Lance nodded again.

“Okay. You know all this?”

“Yep. I'm aware.” He repeated with his same dopey smile. Minotaurs were Incarnate Beastfolk, so they carried more beastial qualities than the norm. Lance in particular has a long snout, horns and fur covering much of his huge, chiseled body.

“So that is Soma, but what about Aura?” Nate grinned,a sing rhetorically.

Lance inhaled deeply and once again looked up in thought. “So, thinkin' about it logically, I'd guess that Elementals are formed and sharded from Soma, so there might be other things that are formed from and sharded off Aura.”

“Y-yes.” Nate furrowed his brow at feeling quite a bit of his thunder stolen out from under him.  
“Okay. You- This is surprising. You have a pretty good grasp on all of this right away.”

“Why's it surprising?” Lance tilted his large bulls head to one side quizzically as he scratched his chin.
“We go to the same school.”

“So it would seem.” Nate place the book back down. He flipped through the pages.
“Unlike Elementals based in Soma, Aura beings are far more chaotic and fluid. Some do not have forms. Some create them over time through magic and some simply take them through force from weak individuals. For this book, the entities are somewhat taboo, categorized as Fiends.” Nate rolled his eyes.
“Of course, these are just classifications and-”

“Fiend doesn't necessarily mean bad or evil.” Lance inferred on his own.

“T...rue. Yes. Okay.” Nate stared down dejectedly. He was jealous that the Minotaur was far larger naturally than he was with his Elven frame while also seeming to hold much of the capacity for intelligence and thought.

Lance rested a hand on Nate's shoulder and leaned forward over the desk. “What's the plan? What're you gonna do with it?”

“Good question. By knowing of powerful Fiends, with the right ritual you can beseech them to send you a shard of themselves as a servant. Same as in an Elemental Geas. Lesser Spirits that will serve a specific purpose, like an assistant. These contracts are actually far more fluid than a Geas.

“So I could potentially get one to spot me at the gym.” Lance joked.

“But, seriously though, doesn't fluidity on your end also mean fluidity on their end? If a contract isn't strictly bound, it wont necessarily benefit either party. At worst, it benefits the stronger party which-”

“I know I know. Isn't me. But, Fiends are smart. They have self interest. When I summon one I'll find out what it is interested in and make the deal from there.”

“If you say so.” Lance shrugged.
“Color me interested. Who's gonna be the lucky Fiend?”

Nate opened the book to a particular page. He pointed at a humanoid-looking fiend with two sets of arms clasped in front of her generous chest. She wore a veil over her face in the representation, but other than that she was completely nude aside from chains draping loosely over her body.
“Her.”

“Alright.” Lance nodded.
“Pretty cute, but what's she gonna do for you?” He looked down to see Nate blushing.

“Th-this is the embarrassing part.”

“It's fine. I'm sure it's not that bad. What? You want knowledge or somethin?”

“I have knowledge. I have a good student. What I need is- is.” He gulped.

“What?”

“A girlfriend. A wife.”

“Oh wow.” Lance was embarrassed for the small elf. He rubbed the back of his neck awkwardly.

“Trianda'el, The Bride, feeds off of love, lust, attraction, intent. All of the Fiends tend to feed off some form of emotion because-”

“Well of course. Because they're created from Aura.” Lance sighed.
“Sounds risky. What you should do is find one that feeds off desperation. They'll stick with you and protect you. You'll have a friend for life.”

“Come on...” Nate whined.
“That- That is real mean joke.”

“Who's laughing?”

“Indeed... Who's laughing indeed.” Nate grumbled, copying the circle from the book.

“I'm gonna stick around in case you need bailing out. Least I can do.”

“Thanks, but what can you do?”

The Minotaur lifted a brow. He leaned back indignantly and huffed out of his large nostrils. “Last time I'll say it, but we go to the same school.”

“Of course. Apologies...” When the circle was finished being drawn Nate placed two hands at the edge and channeled Aura through it. It began to glow at first, then gradually it lit up the room, then it blinded them both. When they were able to see again there was nothing.
“D-did it work?” The Elf asked. He looked to Lance, who shrugged.

“Hey cutie.” Seated on the bed with one long, elegant leg crossed over the other was an attractive Fiend with pinkish skin and majestic, curved horns. Her hair was black and her eyes were pitch black with seven halo's of pink shrinking to a point at the center of her pupil. She was barefoot, allowing them to see clawed toes. The woman was inspecting clawed nails idly. They were black like the rest of her accents. She was completely nude aside from a pair of piercings hanging from her nipples and a few rings jangling on the end of her pointed, whipping tail.

“Looks like an Imp, but taller.” Lance remarked. Nate could only nod.

“Of course. They're Mama and Papa's children. But you didn't summon me for that, did you?” She centered her wide, unblinking eyes on Nate.
“Let me guess.” Her plush lips curled into a coy smile. She touched them gently with one clawed finger.
“You want a mate?” Her wording was intentional but only one of the two boys in the room truly appreciated that.

“Hold o-” Lance warned.

“Yes! Yes!” Nate said excitedly. Lance planted his face in his palm.

The Fiend winked at the Minotaur. “Well that's easy enough! Let's do it. Let's get you a mate!” She said hurriedly to drown out Lance's protests.

“Please.” Nate stood up as the woman held out her hand.

“Don't.” Lance warned.

Nate scoffed. “I know what I am doing. I've prepared for this.” He explained cockily.
“I have said what I want. She wishes to give it to me. What could go wro-” As he took the Fiend's hand Nate felt a sudden dark sensation overcome him. She gently gripped it and refused to let go. Slowly she stood up and followed step by step as he backed up. Her hand left his until just the tips of their fingers were touching. His body moved as though puppeteered and without realizing it he entered into a position and posture that made him feel as though looking at the Fiend across from him was like looking in a mirror. He was in a dancer's pose on the tips of his toes, as was she. Her and his free arms were outstretched dramatically. It was a position he did not even know he could take. Their fingers were still touching as though she was his reflection meeting at glass.

“H-help.” As nate spoke the words escaped her lips, too.

“H-help.” Though as she said it, it almost sounded like she was saying it mockingly.

“Seriously? Find a 'mate'? How are you gonna fall for that? What do you expect me to do here? I'm not familiar with this stuff. What if I make it worse?”

Nate was about to speak but before he could she interjected. Just like before, however, her words escaped his lips at the same time as she spoke them.
“Y-you're right.” The layering was so perfect that as they both spoke as one on either side of the room it sounded like their voices escaped as one.
“I don't know how to fix this. J-just try checking the book.”

Nate shook his head. Hers shook as well. “Don't listen! That was her! I- I think you just need to interrupt it. Hit her or something!” He begged.

Lance gulped. He picked up the book, choosing incorrectly. The Fiend's goal was to waste time. “I don't know which one is really you speaking, so I'm gonna do what makes sense to me.”

“Y-you idiot! Stop wasting time and hit her!” Nate begged again.

“Nope... Don't want some weird shit to happen to me, too.” He groaned.
“Oh, great. The book is in some other language.”

“Of course it is, you d-” Before he could finish what he was saying he felt his head dragged back to look straight at her mirrored body. It was her turn to move them both. She curled her lips up into a bright smile but Nate managed to resist. She rolled her eyes, which he did at the same time. He had no issue mimicking that gesture but the smile was too much. It was too wrong. He shook as gradually their hands left. She rose them and in turn he rose his to his lips. He watched in horror as she mimicked his expression, then placed two clawed fingers at each corner, turning her lips up forcefully. Nate did the same and felt himself give in. He stared in the mirror that she was to him saw and felt a bright, warm smile that did not at all represent what he was feeling. But he could no longer get rid of it. It was his as much as it was hers and it was real.

“Deep breaths.” She said gently.

“I wanted this.” She added. As it left his lips too, he shuddered. Both she and him began to take mirrored, deep calming breaths as she spoke to lance.
“Check the symbols on the page I used to summon!” She hinted jovially, intent on wasting more and more time.

“Dammit, she's leading you on!” Nate struggled to say. He watched in horror as her hands lowered and rand down her attractive body. His mirrored hers, though his body was far less appealing. She moved them to her belly and made a motion to grip at something. He blinked as his hands tightly gripped his uniform's buttoned shirt.
“N-no...” He could not stop her from having him tear it open. Soon his fingers were matching hers in tracing a symbol over his lower belly, just above his pubic area. His skin seared but the wounds showed as ink, not scar. It was the same symbol that hung from her pierced nipples.

“Damn, I can't make heads or tails of this shit!” Lance complained.

“Of course you can't, you dolt.” She teased with Nates voice and hers in chorus.

“This is what I wanted all along? Why would I tell you anything useful? I don't want you to save me, I want to give myself up to Mama.”

“I can't tell if that's you or not.”

“That was her.” She added mockingly.
“But this is me, for real.” She gasped, turning both of their bodies suddenly. Only Nate's form was facing Lance's. She tilted her head up so that they were both looking up in awe.
“I've- I've always had a thing for you. Your daddy energy is just too much, Lance... This was the only way I felt I could get the courage to actually do this, though. You are sooo smart. Sooo strong... I am weaker and dumber than you. A dumb girl compared to you.” She and Nate gushed as one.

His body shook as she took a step forward and leaned Nate up against his broad chest. Nate turned his head and exchanged an unwilling smile with the Fiend, that was smiling back at him smugly. She was pantomiming caressing Lance's chest, which of course had him do the same.

“Sh-she's lying, I swe-”

“I swear I'm not lying, daddy! I messed up on purpose. You think I'm really dumb enough to agree to 'mate' instead of girlfriend?”

“F-for real?” Lance questioned.

“N-not for real! Not for real!” Nate's perspective shifted jarringly as the symbol on his belly glowed. Suddenly he was still staring at a mirrored image. Instead however he was staring at a mirror of himself leaned up against Lance affectionately. Staring down, he was within the Fiend's form. As Nate stared back at his own former body he noted eight pink rings within his dark pupils instead of seven. She reached down and undid the towel around his waist. As she gripped his massive cock in Nate's hands Lance stood still, in a trance.

“There...” The mirroring ceased. She sighed in his body while Nate cowered back on the floor in hers.

“W-what's happening? Why am I-” She gasped, hands immediately sliding between her thighs to caress her newly acquired pussy. It aches and dripped for attention. It was something Nate had never felt before. Never dreamed of feeling.

“So horny?” She finished his sentence.
“That's just life, sweetie. Or rather... Then end of one.”

“What do you mean...” Nate breathed heavily, unable to stop. In front of her eyes, her old body was wreathed in fire and Aura until a more tall, matronly fiend appeared in front of her. It was like the Fiend the fiend appeared as before, just more. Upgraded There were of course the eight rings within her eyes, but also larger breasts, wider hips. More majestic horns. She felt more aroused at the sight of her and could not stop herself from cumming at her own hands. As she did she lost consciousness.

'This is it... I'm gone...' Was her last thought before waking up.

Nate awoke to whimpering and grunting. His whimpering and Lance's grunting. The Minotaur was on top of his dainty Elven body. Nate's legs were up and his massive member was pushing into a hole that was no longer virgin. Not by a long shot. Nate gasped.
“W-w-what's happening!?”

“Why didn't you just say you wanted this from the start?”

“What? Where's the fiend?”

“What fiend? Stop babbling.” Lance ordered.

“Oh...” Nate stared up at the powerful male and felt weak. He was almost melting under the continuous thrusting.
“Oooh, fuck... Cumming...” The Elf moaned.
“D-daddy please...” As he said that he covered his mouth, unsure where it came from.

Lance pushed a finger into Nate's mouth, effectively shutting the twink up as he came again from one final, hard thrust into his rear. The Minotaur's cock throbbed and released inside, distending the elf's lithe belly with seed. As he was recovering Nate asked.
“What did I say I wanted?”

“You said it yourself.” Lance exhaled hot breath onto the Elf's face. The air made Nate's head spin with arousal.
“I'm smarter than you. Stronger than you. Better than you. You got down in heartfelt surrender when I came in, said all those things and begged me to wife you. You need a few tweaks, but I'm not opposed.”

Nate sighed deeply. “I said all that? Did all that?” He felt his belly and panicked as he felt a patch of raised skin. He found the tattoo drawn above his pubic area from the summoning. He panicked, but felt limp beneath Lance as the Fiend stood in the corner of the room, in the shadows. She smiled down at him gently.