Spelling Error! by Throne (Patreon)

SPELLING ERROR!

by Throne

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SPELLING ERROR!

by Throne

"You did what?" Dr. Odd was alarmed. His dark eyebrows rose and his pencil-thin mustache twitched. His trademark long cape billowed from the force of his emotions.

"I wanted us to have some fun," his assistant Bing told him. The young Asian man smiled apologetically. "I figured I'd summon up a couple of succubae, so we could party. You know what they say, about how no girl can suck like a succubus."

"But you're wearing the sacred Ring of Rigatoni." "Yes?"

"And I have, around my neck, the ancient Amulet of Allspice." "So?"
"What summoning spell did you use?"

"Just a standard #6 spell and..." Bing froze. "Oh my. The ring and amulet and that magic should never be in proximity to each other. Instead of a sexy succubus for each of us, it would produce..."

This time they both froze. There was a whiff of brimstone in the air.

Dr. Odd finished the sentence for his incautious underling. "... it would produce the very demons of Hell. Devils. The spawn of the depths of the inferno. Creatures so cruel and sadistic that..."

"Enough!" called a voice whose source was unseen. "Give us half a minute to break through the Brittle Barrier of Bozo."

The air shimmered, a portal appeared, and out stepped an imposing figure. He was tall, with horns, dark hair and a pointy beard, naked except for a black posing strap that plainly held genitals of massive size. His physique was muscular and his skin was bright red.

"Whew," he said, as he picked strands of the broken barrier off his powerful arms. "Did you honestly think that bargain-basement home-security system could keep the likes of us out?"

Dr. Odd turned to Bing. "You got us that for protection? I told you to buy the top of the line model."

Bing sounded whiny as he explained, "But this one was so much cheaper."

"Oy," said the Maestro of Magic. He turned to the newly arrived devil. "I don't suppose we could just politely ask you to leave?"

"No way. My lover and I were hoping for someone to be stupid enough to let us cross over." He turned back to the floating entrance from his home dimension and called, "Are you coming, Malevolent?"

"Be right there, Nasty."

Light from the other side intensified and then dimmed. Through the aperture came a second redskin. She was almost as tall as the first, with a knockout figure that featured a ginormous bust and jutting bottom. Long raven hair fell to her shoulders. She had exotic eyes, high cheekbones, and plump lips, along with the prerequisite horns. She resembled a potential copyright infringement lawsuit from underground cartoonist Robert Grub. All she wore was the briefest of bikinis. She pulled a spaghetti-like strand of the barrier off her bosom and ate it, as if to show contempt for the failed safeguard.

"Sorry to make you wait," she said. "I was just finishing up a transformation on one of my victims."

She reached into the portal and pulled out a length of rope. As she yanked on it, a naked man stumbled out, the other end of the rope around his neck. He had plainly once been all male, but the magic of Malevolent had changed him. He now had a pair of humongous boobs with prominent nipples. His bottom had swollen into a well-rounded invitation to penetration. And his penis...

"Please, Mistress Malevolent," he pleaded. "Restore my cock to its former size."

"Why?" she wanted to know. "It didn't amuse me when it was six inches long. Now, at a third of that size, I find it very comical. Especially since you can still become aroused but are no longer able to ejaculate."

"Well, then," he begged, "could you at least get rid of these jumbo jugs and my bodacious booty. Those demons can't keep their hands off me."

She laughed. "You complain too much. Let's shut you up and give those bad boys something else they can get into, besides your inviting rear end."

Malevolent pointed at his head. Her eyes glowed and the end of her finger sent out a beam of radiant energy. It struck his face and the watchers saw a bizarre transformation occur. When it was done, his mouth had been replaced by the pink gash of a vagina, wet and leaking juices.

"There you go," said the evil female. "Have fun with your new friends for the next twenty years."

His eyes were desperate. He tried to speak but could produce only mushy sounds. Malevolent tossed her end of the rope back through the opening. Someone on the other side yanked it, and the tormented prey was propelled backward, to endure his fate.

"Good lord," gasped Bing. "What did he do to deserve such abominable treatment?"

The she-devil grinned, revealing pointed teeth. "He had a website that featured kinky sex comics."

From the portal came demonic laughter and the muffled cries of the pussy-mouthed sinner. Then the opening sent forth a farting sound, rippled, and closed.

"So much for old business," declared Nasty. "On to new business. First, thanks to you two idiots for letting us come and visit."

"Yes," seconded Malevolent. "We have so many games we want to play with you."

Dr. Odd swallowed with difficulty, his throat constricted. "If we could discuss this, before you do anything extreme..."

"For starters," Malevolent said, "let's remove that silly mustache." She traced her finger through the air and the growth under his nose disappeared. "In fact, lets get rid of all your body hair, while I'm at it." She waved toward him and he tingled all over,

especially his crotch. He knew, without checking, that he had been left smooth all everywhere. Then she did the same to Bing.

"Next," offered Nasty, "we'll get rid of your clothes." When he snapped his long, black-nailed fingers, the doctor's cape vanished. So did Bing's loose fitting shirt. As the helpless duo stood helplessly, their remaining clothes faded into nothingness. The male demon snapped his fingers and their once proud penises shrank to mere nubs. The ring flew from the assistant's finger and the amulet was lifted from around Odd's neck. Both sources of supernatural power floated to Nasty. He closed his hand around them and when he opened his fist they were gone.

"Absorbed into my body," he explained. "Along with other trinkets I have acquired. I can feel them pulsating within me. I can also feel something else pulsating." He touched the covering over his male parts and it vanished. "Let's get this party started."

Malevolent did the same to herself, so that she was exposed in all her hellishly gorgeous glory. She said, "My name is a bother to type, so I'll allow the jerk who's writing this story to shorten it to Mal."

Nasty suggested, "We should start with you, doctor, since you're the Master of this house. Master?" He laughed wildly. "What a joke. Come over here and get a closer look at my Staff of Submission." His cock was long and thick. It rose without being touched, into a Footlong Special from Hades.

"No. Never."

Dr. Odd shook his head. He took a step back but was then lifted

by an invisible force. He drifted forward until he was within the male devil's reach. Nasty put his hands on the mystic's shoulders and applied downward pressure. The naked figure ended up on his knees, his field of vision filled by that crimson cock. It had a swollen head, from the slit of which came a drop of clear fluid.

"Go on," Nasty coaxed. "Take a lick. Try it. You'll like it."

The defenseless one opened his mouth. He couldn't resist the superior will of that devil. Odd's lips seal around the pole, just behind the knob, and he sucked as if his future depended on doing a satisfactory job, which was true. His hands went to Nasty's firm thighs. He bobbed his head on the invading organ. More of it went into his mouth and then his throat. Any gag reflex he possessed had been eliminated. He could now be used as a cock pocket. Nasty gripped the defeated one's head and pumped away happily. His heavy balls, dangling like those of a bull, swatted Odd's neck. He grunted and a stinking puff of smoke exited his ass. He blasted a load of demon seed straight into his enslaved plaything's throat. It burned its way down to the recipient's stomach, like a living snake.

"There you go," Nasty said with satisfaction. "That mess of cream will live inside you. It will move around, to keep you aware of its presence. It's the gift that keeps on giving. I know you'll enjoy what you're carrying around in your guts."

Mal crooked a finger at Bing. "You, my little Asian cutie. Now I'll take my pleasure with you."

Bing was relieved that he was the prey of the demoness. At least she didn't have a monstrous cock, with which to penetrate him. His consolation was short-lived, however, as she wiggled her fingers and a male appendage grew from her loins. It was the equal of what Nasty had.

She simply said, "Worship it."

Her words triggered a flood of images in Bing's mind. He knew in an instant the Hundred Ways of Serving a Man's Member, as taught to the dark-eyed beauties of every sultan's harem. Mal smirked at him. His naked form was suddenly clothed in diaphanous pajamas. A gold band circled his head. Slippers with curled-up toes graced his feet. Then his body changed to match what he wore. Small breasts swelled on his hairless chest. Bing's waist shrank. His hips and bottom plumped up. To his dismay, he saw his proud penis dwindle until it was a mere nubbin. Bing sobbed. The power of Mal's will compelled him to kneel. He held her unnatural organ in both hands. His tongue came out and he licked it all over. This was a popular method in many harems. The idea was to give the cock endless oral attention, without actually taking it into the mouth. That would prolong the session impressively. Bing had to kiss, lick and nibble the devil gal's newly grown rod while the others saw every shameful detail of his performance. It went on until he was close to an emotional breakdown.

Nasty told Dr. Odd, "Go over there and give your friend a hand. Specifically, get your hand on that fine piece of meat and stroke it."

The beaten magic-user scurried over to do as he was told. He got his fingers as far as they would go around that enviable tool. Touching it made him think of how pitiably his own had been reduced. As he pumped, Bing understood what was happening. He capped the end of the sausage with his mouth and waited for the inevitable, with his stomach roiling. All too soon, the manual assist did its job and Mal moaned, licked her lips, and fed the kneeling supplicant her cream. There was so much that it was squeezed out around his stretched lips. Finally, he was allowed to release the red rocket.

Mal told Bing, "Thank your Master for assisting you. Give him a big sloppy kiss."

Under her power, his dismayed expression the only thing that indicated how he truly felt, Bing locked lips with Odd. He shoved his tongue, along with a generous portion of white sauce, into the doctor's mouth. Their tongues moved together, as each of them tried to pass more of the gunk to the other. Nasty came to Mal and they kissed, at the same time the humans were sharing a much less gratifying contact of the same kind.

"What else?" Nasty asked rhetorically. "There must be more we need to do to these two who mismanage magic so pathetically."

"Of course there is. We know that women of the past lost their supernatural abilities when the lost their virginity. Therefore, we must deflower these two bumblers, by drilling their bums."

Nasty grinned. His eyes shone. Tendrils of smoke trickled from his nostrils. He declared, "It would bring me great joy to do that.

After all, these two have, in their own incompetent way, often interfered with the aims of ourselves and our kind. Yes, taking their anal maidenheads, to destroy them as opponents, is a must."

Dr. Odd, his tongue coated with thick devil cum, said, "I don't think that rule applies here."

Mal told him, "I'm pretty sure it does." Her cock was already rising.

"No," Odd insisted. "We're a different sort of magic mavens. And we're not girls."

"You're close enough," she shot back. "Besides, why should we take a chance, when there's an opportunity to deflower and disarm you at the same time?"

"Besides which," interjected Nasty, "it will be fun." His prick too was on the ascendant.

"I could look this up in one of my books," Odd offered. "It might be in Every Boy's Magic Primer."

"Not necessary," Nasty told him. He asked Mal, "Want to change partners and dance?"

"You like that harem hottie, don't you?"

"I won't say no." He leered at the made-over Bing, whose breasts inflated two cup-sizes just from being ogled.

Nasty took him and Mal grabbed the Physician of the Fantastic. They positioned them on elbows and knees, rumps elevated, facing each other.

Bing gazed into his teacher's eyes. "Sorry about this, chief," he apologized, his voice now higher and softer than normal.

"You fool, Bing," scolded the senior member of their team. "You are such a pain in the ass."

"Which is what you're about to get," chided Mal as she knelt behind Odd.

Nasty assumed the same position with Bing. "I'm going to give you a thorough ramming, to drive out all your abilities."

"You know," said Bing in a breathy whisper, "I'm almost positive that the Doc is right about you being wrong."

Anything else he was going to say was forgotten, as Nasty's wicked butt-buster entered him. Bing squealed like a pig, right into his partner's face. Mal muttered some words in an ancient tongue as she began to thrust and withdraw. The two rump-humpers grinned at each other. The receivers of their anal invasions groaned and yelped and whimpered and sobbed, creating a symphony of suffering. The entire time, each of them had to view the other's facial contortions. Because of the devils' powers, their stamina was endless and they could produce great quantities of their special-recipe hot sauce, which burned the bowels of the unlucky twosome. And hour later, with final, simultaneous, unholy orgasms for the fiends, the deed was done.

Nasty exhaled slowly, greenish fumes passing from his pursed lips. "You know," he said. "Now that I think of it, the good doctor was probably accurate in his opinion."

"So, there was no need for us to plumb these two's depths. It was all in vain."

"Or rather, in asses."

The triumphant devils laughed uproariously. They wiped themselves off on quivering buttocks. Odd and Bing were still peering at each other. As if obeying silent commands, they inched forward. Their lips met. The chaste contact rapidly became an eager swapping of spit, along with leftover spunk. They held onto each other's faces. Soon they were writhing around, Bing on his back, with Odd atop him. Hungry mouths sought and found waiting dicks. Those minimized members were stimulated into miniaturized versions of erections. The pair mouthed each other frantically, trying to produce ejaculations that refused to come.

Nasty glanced sideways at Mal. "When we were first plugging their tailpipes, you said something under your breath, dear. Was it, by any chance, a spell of desire?"

"Maybe," she admitted impishly.

"Did you, in fact, cause them to be addicted to perverted sex? So that they would want it with each other, and even seek out partners elsewhere?"

"That's a possibility."

He scowled at her. "That is utterly despicable. These poor souls are now condemned to unending encounters full of shame. Look at them. They're even rimming each other. You are an absolute bitch."

"Thanks, you old devil."

They both dissolved into convulsive laughter. Of course, he wasn't angry with her. They're demons, after all. Hand-in-hand, they approached the spot where the portal had been. It flickered back into being. As they stepped through, they looked back.

"We'll come and visit," Nasty assured their victims.

"And bring some special friends with us," added Malevolent, whose name could once more be typed in full, now that the tale was ending.

The thaumaturgical two did not respond, as they were preoccupied with eating each other's anuses, in the hope that it might trigger climaxes. They certainly didn't want to endure long periods before being able to empty their now tiny balls. Their new mania would be maddening, and keep them so distracted that they would be rendered too unfocused to use their magical abilities.

Malevolent said, "Let's get back to that loser who had the online kink page. I just had some more sinister thoughts about what we can do to him, and his massive mammary glands."

Nasty chortled nastily. And they were gone. *********