“With the com— duel, the ritual—” Michael heard words dipping in and out, his ear shooting with pain, struggling to think. Cold, is what comes next, as he’s lain on a stone slab, intricate engravings uncomfortably pushing cold nothings into his skin like sleeping in jeans.

And then.. silence. No feelings, no sensation, no pain. As if he were ripped from his body and left to float, Michael felt the loneliness of utter sensory deprivation, the empty nothing of the void. The void began to show its hunger.

Pins and needles began all over, encroaching on his very soul. “GHCAAAAAAAAAAA” he shrieked into the nothingness (plus Valerie and the ritual overseer)

“So, to change your familiar to begin, focus, and exert your will, and speak it as a word, releasing the energy as a concept” the overseer explained. Thinking to herself, Valerie begins to try to clear her mind, foggy as it may be. She begins to focus, pushing past her headache, idly attempting to “Suppress” she murmurs, trying to clear her mind, unaware of what she had just done.

He screamed. It was as though a million beetles were boiled and crushed, emitting crackling and hissing noises, the sounds of soul-wretching agony. Michael could feel his very essence being crushed, compressed, contorted and ripped from his control. The pain subsides, but the existential agony remains, as the being is compressed and embedded in its own spirit. The only noise the former mage could eke out was a whimpering “please” before coherent thought ceased, not having been permitted by its new magus.

“Oh gods.” Valerie flinches, as the consequences of her stray vocalization sets in. Steeling herself, she swiftly focuses her energy into a sigil with passes over her new familiar, shrinking its form into that of a long, thin, leaf green snake, which slithers up her arm, taking refuge from the distress in her hair, nesting comfortably, yet out of sight. The familiar was scared. Unable to access its own identity, pawing at it like cloth against a steel marble, it begins to take comfort in the fact that it has a caretaker, unsure of who or why that is.

Returning to her dorm, Valerie carefully corrals her familiar into her arms, caressing its head. “Oh, dear. I’m so sorry for what I did. I hope it doesn’t hurt.” She says. Although a dark feeling tells her to relish her former bully’s pain, she pushes past that, and begins reshaping the snake, into pure mana, then back into a human form.

Sigh Beginning to reshape them, Val begins shaping a figure, as supple breasts form, each the size of a dodge ball. A soft face emerges from the glowing mana, along with flowing, luxurious blue hair.

“That’s better.” She says, before allowing her familiar the gift of free thought and speech. “Um.. mistress? Wh-who am I? Why can’t I remember anything? I’m scared.” They whimper, burying their face into Valerie’s arms.

“Let’s get you some clothes first, dear.” With a spin of a finger, Valerie conjures a soft green robe upon her newly awakened familiar. “W-warm..” she replies, gratefully. “Who am I mistress? I feel so.. hollow..”

“I’ll call you… Kenzie.” Valerie says, after a pause. “K-kenzie.. I like it. Who was I before?” Kenzie queries, unsure of herself. “Well, before you came into my care, you were.. less than kind.” Val muses, recalling her run-ins with the now timid pet. “Oh.. I don’t think I wanna know more right now then…” Kenzie peeps, disappointed in her former self.

Shifting uncomfortably, Valerie hastily and impulsively decides to take out the day’s anxiety in the form of releasing sexual frustration. Moving before guilt can set in, she begins to fill Kenzie with feverish desire and anxious lust. The girl squeaks, never having felt such desire, even in her deeply repressed past.

Letting out a weak moan, Kenzie shuddered as her body relented to the lust. Deciding to give in to that sadistic feeling in a healthy way, Valerie begins testing her power. A buzzing pleasure begins to show itself within Kenzie’s tender pussy, as her eyes glaze over with unfamiliar bliss. Her muscles lock up, already overwhelmed by the sensations.

Valerie presses more energy into Kenzie, before uttering a single word to rock the serpent’s body and mind. “Cum” Kenzie’s world goes pink as her eyes rocket back, and her mouth helplessly dangles open, tongue lulling out as if her shame was dripping from her mouth leaving her an obedient pet. Still quivering, Kenzie moans, her mind swirling with pleasure, yet her lust burns ever bright. “M-more.. mistress, please!” She begs.

“If you insist, my pet.” Valerie replies, fully immersed in her newfound power, allowing herself to let out her stress. She draws a circle in the air, then presses it against Kenzie’s forehead, as Kenzie begins shaking and trembling uncontrollably, her body racked with unceasing climax. Cumming over and over, she moans, unable to stop sounds of utter pleasure from barreling from her open, drooling lips.

In an act of sheer impulse, Valerie decides to release what’s left of ‘michael’, partially out of curiosity, partially out of guilt. Kenzie’s voice briefly drops, to a tone not dissimilar to Michael’s grating voice, before shifting back up to her usual tone. “Kyaah-” she gasps, flooded with memories she doesn’t have the capacity to acknowledge, still cumming over and over again, wrought with euphoria.

Valerie disrobes, placing herself atop the prone girl, positioning her dripping slit above Kenzie’s moaning lips, immediately feeling a gracious tongue begin eagerly lapping at its mistresses clit. “MMMMMMPH-” Val exclaims, as her breathing shakes and her body quivers. “Good girl~” Valerie muses, pleased with her familiar’s work. Bucking her hips, Valerie’s orgasm begins to build, as she prepares a massive reserve of energy, ready to send. On the edge of release, the precipice of ecstasy, and the summit of orgasm, Val lets go, allowing the energy to flood Kenzie’s delicate body, as they are both subjected to the most powerful climaxes of either of their lives, both of their mind, body, soul, and moans harmonizing in bliss, their minds entwined in pleasure.

Kenzie collapses, going limp with a simple smile on her face, and Valerie nears unconsciousness, only having the energy to drape a blanket over the two of them, and cuddling up to the snake. As they drift off to their afternoon nap, the anxiety of the morning fades, and they rest peacefully.