Usually, the moonlight is needed for most magical rituals: transformations, scryings, divination, and most of all, summoning. At full ascension, the lunar body was a well full of power capable of corrupting even the most experienced warlocks and witches. However, some magics are best evoked during the new moon: full ascension without any true moonlight. This creates unusual phenomena with how different energies interact, creating the perfect conditions for opening doorways to very particular locations or bringing forth lesser-known mystical creatures. Demons were among the most common to make some sort of pact with, but not everyone wants Lucifer or one of his many variants. Azalea is part of this crowd. She was looking for something off the beaten path. The femme skunk sighs, wind from the cool autumn night blowing into the room before she forces the window shut. It had been lonely since her last relationship fell apart, things just…had not worked out between the two of them for many reasons. Azalea is part of the ABDL community of furs, which made it hard to find a partner that would suit her unique tastes. Her last partner was also from there, but the two just did not connect properly. The skunk herself is more of a ‘caretaker’, meaning that she prefers to be the adult in the little and big pairing. Everyone else Azalea talked to seemed to be looking for the wrong things in her, so eventually she lost hope and started to recede from the community a bit. However, something came upon her to try a more unconventional solution, leading the skunk to her magic study in the back of her house. This spell needed a little bit of preparation: first, the ceremonial candles needed for this spell required her to sacrifice many of her roses to make into rosewater (for infusion) and pigment for the candles, which then needed to be crafted like any other candle. From there, an offering needed to be secured. For her mark, unique magical items were of particular interest: necklaces, rings, pendants, just give it charm or curiosity and it would be a good trade if the value was equal. A particular ring Azalea had would work, but she winces at the thought. Demons could be rather fickle, and this ring’s ability to manipulate luck and such could be dangerous in the wrong hands. However, the risk was necessary. The skunk removed the ring from her modest collection, placing it to the side. Out goes the lamps in the room, Azalea lighting the light pink candles with a flick of her hand, at the same time lighting the incense set for the ritual. A soft, tranquil smoke of lavender incense wafts about the room. A rug in the center of the room quickly is shuffled aside to reveal a rather…intricate circle, full of small details, odd symbols, but slots for three items. The skunk opens her grimoire, flipping open to the proper spell, pouring over its instructions quickly. Nodding, she takes the first item: a simple purple hand mirror, placing it about 120 degrees clockwise from the point directly in front of her in the circle. The second item was a bundle of wildflowers, picked from the meadow near her house. This was mainly to appeal to the feminine nature of the demon Azalea attempted to summon, and their freshness played rather well with the lavender and rose scents already mingling about the room. These flowers were placed 120 degrees from Azalea, counterclockwise this time. This placed the mirror and the flowers equidistant from each other, leaving the space right in front of her for the ring, which was gently placed in its proper place. Stepping back, she looked down at her book, reading back over the incantation to be read. Sage was left on her desk, along with a small flask of holy water. This demon, while not very dangerous, was still a demon. Demons are rather unpredictable creatures, and several things can go wrong, so anything can happen. Much better to be prepared in case something goes wrong. Azalea clears her throat. It’s now or never. “Tui nominis dico intra circulum In hoc circulo meum et vocavi te Et circumdabis tibi in hoc circulo Alligatus es in hoc circulo Testor coram positis sacrificioque Ad te specialiter electus ignorat Et suscipe benedictionem hanc verba dirigat viam Exigit opprimere per portam Voce mea ad planum uti in hac forma Marcy” Azalea looks up, the room was as she left it, down to the last detail. She sighs, perhaps something went wrong. Did she leave the proper offering? Were the symbols in the binding circle correct? Were the candles crafted properly? The skunk turns to look at the candles, which suddenly snuffed themselves out and left the room essentially pitch black. Azalea immediately turns back to the circle, the lines glowing with a faint, red energy. Magic power poured from the glyphs, lighting the room up quickly, forcing the skunk to look away for a second when it reached maximum intensity. Looking back to the circle, a figure made it- no, her appearance. Some stereotypical demonic traits were present, such as the thin tail ending in a thicker point, the red eyes, and some horns. However, this demon had some distinct features: the horns were not devilish but more goatlike, the point of the tail almost seemed to be made of fur, the pupils were horizontal. Yes, this was an anthropomorphic goat demongirl, complete with trident, ruffly blouse and jean skirt. The summoning had worked, Marcy had made her appearance. ------------- The light faded, before her, lower to the ground stood a cream-colored skunk in what seemed like normal clothing for…whatever time period this might be. Marcy quickly scanned the room: normal magic study, much like basically any other that she might be summoned to, candles and all. Sage and holy water on the desk, obviously this witch was a bit more cautious than most. Still, should not be a difficult request, obviously. Marcy only really took on lesser requests, not because of power limits, but frankly she was a bit more mischievous than malevolent. It is much more fun to mess with unsuspecting magicians than to drag them to Hell or some sort of eternal torment. Marcy looked back towards the skunk, “So, you’re the one who called me here I’m guessing?” The goat demon stated simply, floating down to the desk and sitting on the top of it, kicking her legs much like a kid would if they were sitting in a chair much too big for them. Azalea nods, “Yes, I am. As you likely know I would like to make a sort of…deal.” The skunk says. Marcy looks rather unimpressed. Of course, they wanted something, why else would these mortals even bother with any sort of ritual, play with forces beyond their control or anything else? At least the offering in this one seemed promising, the magic contained within the ring close to the skunk was wild and alluring. “The ring catch your interest, Marcy?” Azalea asks, “The wild magic within it was hard to decipher, but eventually I was able to figure out that it can manipulate fate in odd ways, allowing the user to…seem rather lucky.” Enticing. Very enticing. Also, the gems within the ring sparkled dimly, as if the skunk had taken the time to polish each one before using the ring in the offering. This mortal obviously had taken some care into their preparations. Marcy nods finally. “Well, you seem to want something I have to offer pretty badly!” The demon says in a sing-song voice, “Let’s talk business then!” “So…? May I ask what you seek? Are you looking for misfortune to strike an enemy? Want a bunch of gold? Want power?” Marcy questions quickly. Azalea barely had time to take a seat before the demon started drilling her with questions. The skunk sighed. “Actually…I’m looking for something else. See, my last relationship ended badly and since then things here have been super lonely…I want a partner.” If not for the threat of holy water, Marcy may have rolled her eyes right then and there. What a stereotypical request of a mortal to bind their soul to. “You want…love?” Marcy asked neutrally. There was something more, Marcy just had a feeling. She was right. Azalea confirmed her suspicions. “Yes, but you see, there’s something…different about the type of companionship I am looking for. I’m looking for a baby.” Marcy interjected. “You want a child?” Azalea shook her head. “No no.” The skunk sighed. “This…this will take some explaining Marcy if you’re willing to listen, well not like there’s a choice really since I brought you here.” True, the skunk had brought her here and had could banish her at any time. “Wait, before we proceed, since I feel like this will end up fine, can I at least get your name since you obviously have mine?” Marcy quickly asks. Azalea thinks for a second before nodding. “My name is Azalea, or Azzy. Either works honestly, I’m not overly picky.” Marcy nods. “So, Azalea, explain what you mean by you…want a baby.” “Well…um…” The skunk tip-taps her digits together, nervously. Azalea had never been made to explain her particular desires before, but this was her best chance. Marcy might be able to help make her wish come true. Azalea sighs. “My interests are considered more taboo to most people.” Her heart beats in her chest, beads of sweat forming on her headfur due to nervousness, “I am part of a community of folks called ageplayers, specifically a subsection of that called the ABDL community. Ageplayers are people who roleplay and mentally regress to a younger age, usually to relive their younger and (usually) happier years. This is by doing stuff by watching cartoons, dressing in juvenile looking clothes, coloring, stuff like that. ABDL stands for Adult Baby and Diaper Lover. This is a small but diverse group of people who like to wear diapers for different reasons, some of them it’s a medical necessity, some for sexual gratification…” She blushes a bit, while Marcy snickers, “But for many it’s a feeling of comfort and security. Diaper lovers only indulge in diapers and do not necessarily regress. Adult babies combine regression and diaper loving aspects together, and the age of regression varies from fur to fur. Some may go to the age of an infant mainly and play with teething rings and rattles for example, while others may be more preschool age. Keep in mind this is just a rough explanation and I am hardly the best person to explain this.” Azalea takes a seat finally, blushing madly in embarrassment basically having outed herself to a complete stranger. Marcy stares at Azalea, expressionless, then simply giggles. “T-that’s it you foolish mortal? I was expecting something that took much more work honestly, especially with the item you used to summon me here!” Azalea’s eyes widened, heart pounding like a snare drum. Marcy continues on, “However, that’s a unique request, not one I personally have heard before! Must be pretty hot~” The demon teases, causing Azalea to look away in indignation. “Either way, that should be doable! We just need to start drawing up the contract. I am sure you are aware that you need infernal or divine power to create something new, right?” Azalea barely heard her at this point. Her mission had been a success, but something was bugging her about Marcy. “Perhaps I could visit, your…’lifestyle’, you called it, intrigues me. I have not heard of it before, or why one would partake.” The demoness states, light purple sparks of infernal energies bouncing around in her hands. Those sparks start to mesh and collide, turning into magical fibers that connect her fingers together, like the strings of a marionette. More and more magical strings form and weave together, colliding and combining together in her hands until the shape of a scroll formed. This was the bending of infernal power to create the dark pact needed for Azalea’s wish. “So, let’s discuss terms!” Marcy chirps, “First, you know the standard ‘trade me your soul, condemned to an afterlife of damnation’ and all that stuff. Even mortals know that, not saying much but it’s something I guess.” Azalea rolls her eyes as Marcy continues. “However, there is more that needs to be discussed, such as what your partner will look like, how they will age, stuff like that! First though, gotta sign on the dotted line before we can start weaving your new lover!” Azalea nods, speaking the incantation aloud at the bottom, allowing her to sign her name magically at the bottom. The scroll instantly disappears. “Perfect!” Marcy exclaims, snapping her fingers in approval. “You mortals seem to know a good deal when you see one, perhaps you aren’t so naïve after all! Now, let us start bending the magic and making your dream a reality!” The threads of magic start to reappear once again, but Azalea happens to consider another way of forming her new little, a more direct approach. “Marcy? You are aware of the greater power melding incantation correct?” She asks, the demoness furrows an eyebrow at the skunk. “Now why would we need that when I can just handle everything myself?” Azalea stops for a second. She knew that Marcy would likely say that but took her time before responding. “With that incantation, I would share in some of your power yes, but consider this: if it’s too much for a mere mortal to handle then you get to claim my soul earlier. However, if I can stomach your magical energy, then I can have a direct hand in shaping my creation, allowing you to do less of the work.” It was a gamble to say the least, but Azalea considered this the best option. Marcy was completely unaware of what Azalea was looking for, so why not let Azalea make the choices here? Marcy nods, “Hmm…. that seems rather reasonable, plus it would be funny to see you squirm~” The demoness turns to Azalea, speaking some of the words to start the incantation, with Azalea waiting for her part to come in. Once both finish speaking, beams of energy meet each other from both magical creatures. The energy that hit Azalea was akin to running at full speed into a brick wall. She screeched in pain, but grinded her teeth as she stood her ground, balling her paws into fists, pain. Marcy seemed rather unphased by the entire situation, considering she was donating much of the power in this situation, but slowly started to feel weaker and weaker as the mortal and infernal magical energies balanced and danced with each other. Azalea, meanwhile, drank in more and more magical power, her body adapting little by little to accommodate it. “Ok Azalea, that’s it.” Marcy said. The demon attempted to cut the spell off, but as she went to end it, Marcy found out that she could not. Some force almost kept her trapped in the spell, and now they were at equal power. “Azalea! You have no idea what you are doing! Stop!” Azalea smiled at this, now was her chance. “Actually…I have a better idea.” Azalea said, “Remember the power meld spell I was asking about? Well, the second part of the spell requires a very specific tone and infliction, which sounds very similar to a power draining spell, and a rather rare one at that. Usually, power draining spells take a long time to prepare and cast, and only one caster can be involved because another party is being drained. However, this one is unique! Since you started the meld spell, I changed things up and since you were willingly donating your power, it made stealing it easier!” Marcy narrowed her eyes, calculating, then widened them again in the realization of what was happening. Marcy uses one last bit of her magic to try and bust free but the demon stumbles backwards and trips, landing on the ground. “Aww…poor Marcy, you can’t even walk now.” Azalea teases, now Marcy was the one embarrassed, growing weaker and weaker as the spell elapsed. “Now, I know how this works. Since you are of infernal origin, you are unable to truly die. However, your power is useful to me because I can use it to make myself functionally immortal and I can continue my magical studies. That just leaves the task of what to do with the now powerless demoness.” The skunk cuts the spell off, Marcy’s magic now drained. Azalea pretends to think for a moment. “I’ve got it! May as well fulfill the main purpose of why I brought you here in the first place. You do seem like you will need some help getting around without your powers.” Marcy stands shakily, the spell had sapped some of her strength physically as well as everything magically. “Azalea….” The demoness growls, attempting to stagger over to her. “Marcy, that’s mommy to you now.” Azalea smirks. Marcy charges half-heartedly at Azalea who simply catches her and pulls her into a hug, slowly sapping whatever will to fight Marcy had left. “Shhh…..shhh….you’ve had a rough day little one.” Azalea says, running a paw through Marcy’s hair. In doing this, Marcy started to shrink from the size of a mortal teenager, now down to a mortal preteen, and slowly to a mortal toddler. Her physical and mental strength failing, and Marcy began to softly cry. Azalea sat herself on the floor, back to the desk, sitting Marcy into her lap in the process, resting the little goat demon girl’s head into her, stroking her head and humming reassurances to the scared girl. They remained like this for what seemed like an eternity. Azalea looked up eventually, checking the time. It was still night, almost midnight actually. Marcy was out cold, nestled up to Azalea at this point. Strange, they must have dozed off in the process. Probably a good idea to head to bed. Wrapping her arms around Marcy, Azalea picks her up and then stands, walking the pair out of the study, down the hall and into a nursery. Though exhausted, Azalea deftly is able to wrangle the oversized “big girl” clothes off of the nascent toddler and set her onto the changing table. A quick sprinkling of a lightly scented, ground up flower powder (akin to a natural and nontoxic baby powder that actually works) and Marcy’s hindquarters are lifted to slide a small diaper under her, adorned with light pink side flaps, and a landing zone motif of sheep jumping over fences, sleeping, and similar stuff related to sleeping. Once taped up and tail threaded through., a footed sleeper floats over: completely pink except for the hood, which had a brown bear top to it and holes to fit her horns and tail through. This demonic magic and natural magic made coming up with new stuff for Marcy oddly…easy, it was kind of nice. Marcy was dressed up and ready for bed besides for a pacifier, which was quickly clipped to the collar of her sleeper and slid into the mouth of the sleeping tot, who quickly sucked on it with a “nuk nuk”. Azalea smiled warmly, looking down at her work, this was a great idea, summoning Marcy. The skunk lowers her down into the crib and turns on the nightlight nearby, lowering a teddy bear into the crib with the little goat demon afterwards. Azalea leans down, kissing Marcy on the forehead. “Goodnight, my little angel.” Azalea whispers, before quietly backing out of the room and closing the door.