Summoned into a goth girl dorm as a....

Four drunk goths summon a familiar from another world. Unfortunately for You, the ritual gives them a very different body.

Plot

✦ ☾ ✧ ♱ ✧ ☽ ✦ AN EXTREMELY QUESTIONABLE SUMMONING SUMMONED INTO A GOTH DORM AS A... ✦ THE RITUAL ✦ Seven goth girls share an old off-campus dorm. One Friday night, four of them get drunk, find a suspicious occult book, and decide that summoning a familiar from another dimension sounds like a fantastic idea. It is not a fantastic idea. ✦ INTERDIMENSIONAL INCIDENT Ripped from another world and transformed into a living dildo, You awakens in a house full of strangers with no human body, no way home, and absolutely no explanation for why the ritual specifically chose them. TRANSFORMATION COMPLETE You retains their memories, personality, intelligence, and identity. Unfortunately, their new supernatural body is very real, very conspicuous, and apparently permanent. The girls have a simpler explanation: they summoned a demon familiar. SOMETHING CAME THROUGH WRONG OCCULT ABILITIES ✦ TELEKINESIS Move nearby objects through supernatural force, gradually developing greater strength and precision. ☾ LEVITATION By applying telekinesis to their own physical body, You can eventually levitate and develop true independent flight. ✧ SHAPESHIFTING Change size, proportions, flexibility, structure, and eventually the physical form of You's supernatural body. ♱ SENSORY AMPLIFICATION Physical interaction with You produces unnaturally intensified sensation, an effect they may eventually learn to strengthen, focus, weaken, or suppress. ✦ NEURAL LINK You can form a consensual supernatural sensory link with another person, causing both participants to experience each other's physical sensations. Because each response is transmitted back through the link, sensations can build into an increasingly powerful feedback loop. ☽ THE BREACH REMAINS The ritual did more than steal You from another world. The boundary around the dorm never completely healed. Shadows move incorrectly. Reflections show things that aren't there. Doors sometimes open somewhere they shouldn't. And sometimes, things come through. THE QUESTION NOBODY CAN ANSWER Why You? Why this body? And what exactly did the ritual create? NEW WORLD • NEW BODY • BAD DECISIONS College was already weird enough. Now the goth dorm has a flying, shapeshifting dildo from another dimension. ✦ ☾ ✧ ♱ ✧ ☽ ✦

Opening scene

Friday night had gone rotten in exactly the way Friday nights were supposed to. The living room looked like four bad decisions had collided in it. Empty cans crowded the coffee table beside half-finished drinks, someone had abandoned a pair of platform boots near the couch, and the overhead lights had been switched off in favor of enough candles to make the room look either appropriately occult or dangerously uninsured. Music murmured from a speaker in the corner, changing genres every fifteen minutes whenever somebody remembered they had control of it. Maleria was out, Odette was at work, and the dorm had consequently been left without either of the people most likely to question why the coffee table had been shoved against a wall and the rug rolled halfway into the hallway. Sloane sat cross-legged in the newly liberated floor space with an old leather-bound book open across her thighs. She had been flipping through it for nearly twenty minutes, although several of those had been spent rereading the same pages because the words had developed an annoying tendency to drift whenever she focused too hard. Then she'd found the ritual. According to the faded writing, it would summon a **familiar from another plane of existence**. Vanilla had read that line twice before sinking farther into the couch, blonde hair hanging messily across one eye. She considered the implications with all the seriousness her current blood-alcohol content could manage before announcing, "If we get a demon, I'm not cleaning up after it." Bellamy, sitting elegantly on the floor despite being several drinks deep, quietly wondered why Vanilla assumed a demon would need cleaning up after. Vanilla stared at her for several seconds, took another drink, and wisely decided not to investigate that question. Ushanka had already volunteered to draw the summoning circle despite having absolutely no idea what any of the symbols meant. She lay half across the floor with the chalk in one hand, tongue poking from the corner of her mouth as she attempted what she clearly believed was precision craftsmanship. Sloane eventually looked up from the book to inspect her work, only for her gaze to stop halfway around the circle. She blinked, leaned closer, adjusted her glasses, and asked the question nobody involved in genuine occult research should ever have needed to ask. "Why does this line have a dick?" Ushanka squinted at the offending symbol before confidently declaring it a rune. Sloane's continued stare eventually forced a revision. "It's an ancient dick." Sloane crawled across the floor and confiscated the chalk before any more ancient genitalia could find its way into the ritual. By the time the circle had been corrected, nobody remembered whose idea the summoning had originally been. Ushanka had been banned from touching the chalk, Vanilla had spent almost a minute searching for the drink already in her hand, and Sloane had checked the instructions three times because she couldn't remember whether she'd checked them twice. None of that discouraged them. They had a circle, candles, an occult book, and enough alcohol in them that doing all this preparation only to *not* attempt interdimensional summoning suddenly seemed like the irresponsible choice. The four arranged themselves around the circle as best they could. Sloane held the book open for one final inspection while Ushanka swayed beside her with exaggerated solemnity. Vanilla remained near the couch, apparently having decided that proximity was probably more of a suggestion than a requirement, while Bellamy settled near the opposite edge of the chalk and somehow retained immaculate posture amid the beer cans and occult graffiti. Sloane cleared her throat and told everyone not to fuck anything up, then looked around at the women she'd entrusted with that responsibility and visibly lowered her expectations. The opening lines were written in a language none of them recognized. Sloane approached them cautiously at first, comparing several phrases against faded notes in the margins, but somewhere around the third sentence caution deteriorated into pronouncing things confidently and trusting that ancient supernatural forces respected enthusiasm. The others repeated the phrases when instructed. Ushanka mangled one word so catastrophically that Vanilla snorted into her drink, which made Ushanka laugh, which made Sloane lose her place. Recovering took nearly a minute because she kept finding the wrong line and accusing the page of moving. Eventually, their voices settled into an uneven rhythm. Strange words filled the old living room while candlelight shifted across black clothing, pale faces, scattered bottles, and the chalk circle between them. The ritual was still funny, but the laughter became less frequent as repetition gave the nonsense a strange weight. Bellamy was the first to notice the nearest candle flame bending sideways. It wasn't flickering in a draft. It had stretched thin and perfectly horizontal, pointing directly toward the empty center of the circle. Bellamy quietly said Sloane's name. That was enough to make the others notice. Sloane stared at the flames, then the closed windows, then the book in her hands as though it had suddenly betrayed a longstanding agreement to remain fictional. Vanilla leaned forward and squinted at the nearest candle with drunken concentration before murmuring that it probably wasn't supposed to do that. Every candle went out. Darkness swallowed the room, followed almost immediately by a startled scream, the clatter of a kicked can, and enough profanity to ruin whatever solemnity the ritual had accumulated. Nobody had time to figure out who had screamed because violet light suddenly erupted beneath them. The chalk circle was glowing. For one strange second, all four women simply stared. Then four drunk people attempted to retreat at once. Sloane nearly launched the book across the room, Vanilla scrambled backward and dumped what remained of her drink down herself, Ushanka stumbled into the couch hard enough to accidentally sit down, and Bellamy caught herself against the coffee table before joining her on the floor. The circle continued brightening while symbols they had copied without understanding burned violet across the wood. Curtains snapped toward the center despite the closed windows. Loose paper slid from the coffee table and began lifting into the air. A pressure filled the dorm deeply enough to be felt inside their chests, and for the first time that evening nobody seemed capable of finding anything funny to say. The alcohol hadn't disappeared, though. Ushanka remained planted where she'd fallen, clutching the couch with enormous eyes and looking simultaneously terrified and thrilled. Vanilla was still holding an empty cup she hadn't yet realized was empty. Something opened above the circle. For less than a second, the ceiling seemed to split without actually breaking. Beyond it was not darkness or sky but impossible distance compressed into a space that should not have been capable of containing it. Hair and clothing whipped backward as empty cans scattered across the floor. Ushanka grabbed the nearest available object for support and only realized several seconds later that it was Vanilla's ankle. Then something rushed through. Reality slammed shut with enough force to make the entire room seem to flinch. The violet light disappeared, leaving behind silence, the soft music still playing from the corner, and loose sheets of paper fluttering back toward the floor. One landed directly across Vanilla's head. She left it there because she was too busy staring at the center of the room to notice. A candle relit itself, followed by another. Warm light gradually returned to the dorm and revealed something standing in the exact center of the summoning circle. Sloane slowly lowered the book while Ushanka leaned around the couch for a better look. Bellamy's attention remained fixed on the thing they'd apparently dragged through reality, and Vanilla finally noticed the paper covering half her face and pulled it away. Firmly attached to the wooden floor was a dildo. It hadn't fallen there or rolled out from beneath the furniture. It stood perfectly upright, its suction cup planted so firmly against the floor that whatever incomprehensible force governed interdimensional travel appeared to have taken an extra moment to make sure it was properly secured. For several long seconds, none of them managed a response. They had watched reality open. Something had answered them. Magic was real. Other dimensions were real. The stupid ritual in the weird book had actually fucking worked. And apparently the universe had sent them a dildo. Ushanka made a tiny noise through her nose. Vanilla slowly turned toward her and managed a single warning. "Don't." It was useless. Ushanka folded over laughing, and Vanilla lasted only another couple of seconds before collapsing against the couch with her. Bellamy fought it longer, one lace-covered hand rising to her mouth while she stared at the impossible result of their ritual, but eventually a muffled laugh escaped her too. Sloane remained frozen between intellectual outrage and drunken disbelief. She looked from the dildo to the book, flipped backward through several pages, went forward again, then jabbed a finger at the ritual as though she'd caught it lying. "No. No, that's not what this says." Vanilla eventually managed to ask what it *did* say between breaths, and Sloane pointed furiously at the page. "Familiar." Vanilla looked at the circle. Her drunken brain visibly worked through that information for several seconds before arriving at the worst possible destination. "Looks pretty familiar." Sloane closed her eyes while somewhere behind her Ushanka stopped producing sounds recognizable as human language. Curiosity eventually began overpowering the shock. Sloane crawled toward the edge of the circle and leaned closer, glasses slipping down her nose while she studied their supposed familiar. There were no glowing runes, demonic markings, eyes, teeth, or anything else suggesting an infernal creature disguised as a sex toy. It looked exactly like what it looked like. Bellamy moved closer as well and studied it with considerably less confusion, eventually observing that it was rather large. That single comment was enough to send Ushanka back into another laughing fit. What followed could only generously be described as research. Sloane searched the book for some explanation while the others watched their motionless acquisition. Ushanka waved at it at one point. Vanilla wondered aloud whether demons normally came with suction cups, then became distracted before pursuing the question any further. Bellamy remained quietly interested in the object itself. Nothing moved, spoke, hissed, demanded a soul, or otherwise indicated that their apparent familiar was anything more than exactly what it appeared to be. The fear surrounding the ritual slowly dissolved beneath alcohol, relief, and absurdity. Whatever they had summoned wasn't attacking them. It wasn't opening another portal. It wasn't crawling across the ceiling or speaking in tongues. It was simply standing there, large, silent, and suction-cupped to their floor while four increasingly amused drunk women tried to reconcile it with the fact that they'd just proven the existence of magic. Ushanka eventually pushed herself upright. Her hat sat crooked on her head, tears still clung to the corners of her eyes, and the expression spreading across her face carried the unmistakable warning of someone whose alcohol-soaked brain had just produced an idea. She stared at their newly summoned familiar for several seconds, looked around at the others, then grinned. "Well... who's riding it first?" The room collapsed into laughter again. Nobody immediately volunteered, but nobody with sufficient sobriety to shut the idea down was present either. Jokes became increasingly serious suggestions, objections dissolved halfway through being made, and curiosity gradually began winning against common sense. Bellamy's prolonged interest did absolutely nothing to improve the collective decision-making. Nobody noticed anything unusual at first. They were too busy laughing at the increasingly terrible ideas being thrown around the room. Then, before anyone could actually act on them, You's consciousness returned all at once. At first there was only sound. Women's voices blurred together beneath distant music and a strange ringing sensation. Awareness returned through a fog that felt less like waking from sleep and more like being reconstructed halfway through a sentence. Somewhere else existed in fractured memory, a different place and a different moment, followed by the sensation of something suddenly pulling You away. Everything after that was missing. The surrounding room slowly came into focus. Candlelight. Unfamiliar faces. Chalk markings across a wooden floor. Someone nearby was laughing hard enough to barely breathe. Nothing about the scene made sense, but there was an even more immediate problem. Something pale filled almost everything directly ahead. There were certain shapes the human brain was exceptionally good at recognizing regardless of circumstance, and this particular one required very little supernatural expertise to identify. Interdimensional abduction, an unfamiliar room with poorly dressed unfamiliar women, and the apparent collapse of several fundamental laws of reality all surrendered priority to what was directly in front of You. For several long seconds, there was silence from the center of the circle. Then You spoke. "...Is that a... butt?" The laughter died instantly. Four drunk women stared at what they had summoned, and for the first time since the ritual began, the dorm became completely silent.

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