Summoner summer camp 2, p.1
Summoner Summer Camp 2, page 1
Summoner Summer Camp 2
Adam Lance, Virgil Knightley
Copyright © 2024 by Adam Lance Virgil Knightley
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Contents
1. Prologue: Letters Home (Book One Summary)
2. Chapter 1: That’s a LOT!
3. Chapter 2: Love Won’t Wait
4. Chapter 3: Rules A Dumpin’
5. Chapter 4: Legally Distinct
6. Chapter 5: Timey-Wimey Dream Stuff
7. Chapter 6: Stable Mistress
8. Chapter 7: Recharge
9. Chapter 8: A Bouncy Morning
10. Chapter 9: Horny Vegetation
11. Chapter 10: Mole People
12. Chapter 11: Frosty Talk
13. Chapter 12: Scholastic Pursuits
14. Chapter 13: Low Batteries
15. Chapter 14: Bootiful Power
16. Chapter 15: Rhythm
17. Chapter 16: KassI’s Special Night
18. Chapter 17: Exhaustion
19. Chapter 18: Stirring Up Trouble
20. Chapter 19: The Armadillo
21. Chapter 20: Let’s Get Dangerous
22. Chapter 21: Elegance
23. Chapter 23: Dirty Fruit F...
24. Chapter 24: Hot for...
25. Chapter 25: Pretty Woman
26. Chapter 26: Tushy Emergency
27. Chapter 27: Captive
28. Chapter 28: Focused Convergences
29. Chapter 29: Slimy Sphinx
30. Chapter 30: Tub Thumpin’
31. Chapter 31: Easy Days
32. Chapter 32: Power and Patterns
33. Chapter 33: The Last Day
34. Links to Follow
Prologue: Letters Home (Book One Summary)
Hey Dad,
So. Magic school. It’s real. I’m here.
First things first: I’m a warlock, which probably sounds unsurprising from your perspective since last you heard I could do magic and that’s really all there was to it from your point of view. To give context, we already knew I was a wizard, but I’m an even more special boy than that implied.
Apparently being a warlock is a bit like hitting the genetic lottery for male magic users, except instead of winning money, you become some kind of supernatural catnip for monster women. The universe has a weird sense of humor, but I’m not complaining.
Which brings me to the part of this letter where you’re going to give me shit for the rest of my life. I have a harem now. Four girls. They initiated it, not me, before you ask. There’s actual magical theory behind it, something about emotional bonds amplifying power between a warlock and his partners. I’ve been reading the textbooks. Well, memorizing them. My photographic memory is finally paying off in whole new ways.
Let me tell you about the girls. They all have humanoid forms that are much more human than monster, to be absolutely clear… I guess I’d call them on the “safe” side of “furry”. Deviantart would like them, not love them, if that makes sense. They’d fit right in on an episode of Monster Musume.
Kasirah is a valkyrie, like from Norse myth. She could probably benchpress a Suzuki Samurai, but what she actually wanted was someone to make her feel pretty instead of intimidating all the time. She’s sweet when she lets herself be, driven as hell, and takes combat practice way too seriously. I respect it. I can relate to some of the pressure she puts on herself.
Bekkah is a fairy with rainbow wings. Not a pixie, mind you—she’s human-sized so everything fits where it should. She started out thinking she was a failure at everything, which couldn’t be further from the truth. It turns out she’s pretty talented and actually an incredible teacher when she gives herself a chance. She just needed someone to believe in her first. I think you’ll like her a lot whenever you get a chance to meet her.
Asenath is a sphinx. She’s great, but she’s still figuring out the balance between playing a sexy seductress and just being herself. She likes to ask riddles that usually lead to frisky activities. I guess it’s a sphinx thing, I dunno. She’s also something of a poetry aficionado, which I love.
And then… there’s Tizzy.
So, Dad… Tizzy is a jackalope. If you don’t know what that is, she has bunny ears and antlers and the energy of a toddler on PCP. Her default state is madness, but she’s adorable in a way that’s hard not to fall head over heels for. But she’s hard to keep up with. Whenever she looks at me too intensely while wiggling her butt I get PTSD flashbacks.
The point is, they’re all great in their own ways. True—my brain is fried from excessive naked time, but I’m actually falling for them. All of them, too. Which is strange to write down, but there it is.
Onto the academic update. You’ll be happy to know I tested out of the first two years of magical education in one exam. The examination board practically fell over themselves when I finished. I’m the equivalent of a third-year student now, which means I get to do independent research and study whatever I want for the rest of summer while everyone else takes make-up classes. It’s weird, almost nonsensical how that worked out, but it is what it is and I’m not complaining.
So I decided to use my talents and time to help the girls shore up their weak spots, collect more summons to build up my arsenal, (I’m a summoner by the way) and figure out what the hell Lady Katherine is actually planning for me.
Right. I should explain that part.
There’s this vampire professor named Lady Katherine who dresses like a frumpy librarian but is definitely playing some kind of long game with my entire life. She, or someone linked to her, gave me a sex magic textbook that supposedly doesn’t exist. She fast-tracked my enrollment, too, I’m almost sure of it. Most recently, she just casually handed me a legendary ice drake that used to belong to an infamous witch everyone’s too scared to name out loud.
I’m a regular teacher’s pet, I guess.
The witch everyone is afraid of is called the Dark Lady. She tried to save the dying magical world all these monsterkin people live in through breeding programs and spicy magic, but she went too far. She even created these cursed aphrodisiac trees that made people very horny and very stupid, and got herself exiled or vanished or something. The history is unclear, not least of which because everyone is really careful about what they tell me. What is clear is that Lady Katherine is either the Dark Lady herself in disguise or her biggest fan.
Honestly? I’m not sure I care which one it is. Here’s why.
Everafter, the magical world where monster girls come from, is actually dying. Not in just a “the economy is bad” kind of way, either. There was this magical plague called the Barrening that made immortal beings mortal and tanked fertility rates across the board. Some species are down to double digits. Tizzy’s people? Twelve jackalopes left in existence. All female and all closely related. That’s the whole species.
So yeah, there’s some pressure to become the magical Johnny Applejizz for an entire dimension. I’m trying not to think about it in those terms right now. I’m focusing on the four girls I care about, taking things one step at a time, and doing my best not to have an existential crisis about being potentially responsible for preventing multiple extinctions.
The summoning thing is going better than expected, at least. I’ve got Ignis, a blast salamander who’s basically a scaly flamethrower. Sparks is an electric marsupial that plays dead as a combat tactic, which is kind of funny to watch if dubiously effective. Bitey is a giant rat the size of a large dog with teeth that could chew through steel. Tank is a Spine Hog that nearly killed me when I bound it, basically a weaponized porcupine the size of a small car. And Frygiatus is the legendary ancient ice drake I mentioned.
That last one came from Lady Katherine and is definitely part of whatever master plan she’s cooking up. The drake used to be the Dark Lady’s companion, which means he probably knows things. Important things.
Classes are going well for everyone so far, but they’re just starting. The girls all passed their placement tests with some help from yours truly. Bekkah nearly failed conjuration but pulled through. Tizzy passed transfiguration by turning a cucumber into an anatomically correct sculpture of my junk. Kasirah’s moving into advanced combat classes. And Asenath got through ritual magic without much fuss. While each of the girls had other subjects to review as well, they all came together and helped each other through it.
We’ve been doing one-on-one bonding time, which is good for both magic and our relationships. I want to collect more summons since diversity of creatures means more tactical options, even if I’m not sure what I’m going to actually use them for post-graduation.
There’s apparently some “lustfruit corruption” situation in the forest with those cursed aphrodisiac trees spreading around, and I have a sinking feeling I’m going to get roped into fixing that. I need to figure out what Lady Katherine actually wants from me before I accidentally become a pawn in some grand magical scheme. And I need to prepare for the Summer Games, which just got moved up by three weeks because apparently there’s a crisis.
For a bit more inf ormation, the Summer Games were supposed to be at the end of summer, but they just announced they’re happening in one week. The prize is a permanent portal connecting Earth and Everafter. That’s huge, and definitely has some appeal even to me.
But honestly, I’m just trying to keep my head above water. Between studying, helping the girls, collecting summons, and trying not to die from either magical exhaustion or exhaustion of the other kind, I’m staying busy.
The other students are a mixed bag. There’s this bald elf named Jamathiel who is not my biggest fan. We had to work together on a harpy rescue mission involving stolen eggs and horny trees. Long story. He was less terrible than expected, but still kind of a dick. There’s also a unicorn girl named Summer Shandy who’s figured out I’m a warlock and is probably going to be a problem. And Peaches, who’s a dussubus, which means she’s half demon-girl, half treasure chest mimic. Yes, really. She helps out around campus, something of a TA for the summer camp I think.
The campus itself is insane, but I won’t go into it now because it’d take ages to describe in detail. My cabin is cramped since I’m sharing it with four women, which seemed like a weird idea since day one, but I guess with monster girl fertility as bad as it is, it was probably a deliberate choice.
I hope you’re doing well. I miss the house. I miss normal life where my biggest concern was doing our taxes and not life and death situations on the daily. And that’s not even thinking about the girls. More than once I thought Tizzy’s hips were going to be the death of me. The first time she rode me, I saw my life flash before my eyes.
Of course I realize that complaining about having a harem of supernaturally hot women that look like college girls is not something people will sympathize with me over, so I’ll cut it out for now.
Also, I got your letter via Wimbledip, the tiny sprite you’re apparently flirting with. Good for you, Dad. She seems fun and I’m genuinely happy for you. Just be careful. I’m not sure about the logistics there, but I believe in you.
After the Summer Games, assuming we survive whatever fresh insanity that brings, I’ll have a better idea of what my role here actually is. Whether I’m supposed to be some kind of magical savior, just a really gifted student, or something in between, for now, I’m taking it one day at a time and trying not to overthink the fact that I might be responsible for repopulating an entire magical dimension.
Take care of yourself. Keep the business running. Try not to break the tiny sprite woman. I’ll write again after the Games.
Your son, Reggie
Chapter 1: That’s a LOT!
Dean Narklepop’s wizened old hand hovered in the air, silencing the crowd. The assembled students went quiet in waves, whispers dying out from front to back until even the fidgeting stopped. When the gasps of shock finally settled, his voice rang out and filled the air with an impossible announcement.
“The winners will receive permanent access to an experimental portal spell connecting Everafter and Earth!”
I felt my glutes flex with instant purpose while the rest of Cabin 7 reacted all around me.
Tizzy squeaked and grabbed Kasirah’s muscular arms, trying to shake the Valkyrie with zero success. The jackalope’s cotton-ball tail was vibrating so fast it blurred. “That’s not possible. I thought it wasn’t possible? Is it? What does this mean?!”
“Nothing good,” the valkyrie replied. Her pale eyes seemed filled with hope, though, which was completely at odds with her words. A soft breeze locked my eyes on her more firmly as it ruffled the pristine white feathers of her wings.
Blinking, I glanced over at Asenath. The dark-skinned lion-eared sphinx girl had gone introspective. Her golden eyes looked distant as she bit her bottom lip and puzzled through everything. One hand absently twisted a lock of her dark hair while her tail swished through the grass behind her.
Bekkah’s bright eyes glittered as much as her wings. The adorable fairy girl bounced back and forth on her feet, looking nervous but delighted. She caught me looking and gave a tiny, uncertain smile, then stared me up and down like the announcement somehow had everything to do with me.
I opened my mouth to say something, but the Dean wasn’t finished.
“We know this is quite the departure from expectations,” he said, bringing his hand down calmly. The old wizard’s robes rustled as he shifted his weight. “As I’ve said, things are accelerating and not in a good way.” He cleared his throat and looked directly at Cabin 7.
No, not at Cabin 7. At me.
“Ms. Hegwen has reported that the issue with the Harpies has been dealt with by two of our own. Jamathiel Moonweaver and Reggie Hickson helped recover the precious pixie egg clutch that set them off, with some aid from Peaches. However, the root cause behind it remains. Lustfruit has been rapidly encroaching on the school’s borders and must be stopped before its corruption can spread. This needs to happen before the games.”
He nodded and gestured to indicate Lady Katherine should take over.
The dumpy-looking vampire was dressed in all black with a wide-brimmed hat that shadowed most of her face. “I can see you all wondering how lustfruit, pixie eggs, and the tournament are all tied together. Well, it all comes down to instability. The fruit are consuming large amounts of mana and endangering the equilibrium of our little pocket universe. I will be working with Ms. Hegwen and our transfer student Reggie, to contain this.” She paused for effect and let the murmur ripple through the crowd. “Reggie will be naturally immune to the effects of the fruit, you see, which makes him the only person on campus safe to combat the spread directly.”
“What about the games?” Tizzy blurted, bouncing up and down. Her furry legs gave her a solid ten feet of clearance with each hop, and several students had to duck out of her trajectory. “He’s going to want to participate! We all are!”
A chorus of questions threatened to join her interjection. One of the elven males near Jamathiel called out, “And what are the rules? Are we still doing races, bees, and dueling?”
I furrowed my brows. “What is ‘doing bees’?” I whispered, but no one heard.
Katherine waved her pale hands, indicating for everyone to settle down. The gesture was almost dismissive, like she was shooing away gnats. “We’re still finalizing adjusted conditions for the games. Once we’ve come to an agreement, someone from the faculty will come to your individual cabins to provide those details. Expect that in the next few hours.”
She cleared her throat and pointed at me again. “We will absolutely make certain that our only Warlock on campus has every possible chance to practice and participate in the games.”
A collective gasp rippled through the assembled students. Clusters of whispers erupted like soft explosions, spreading from the front rows to the back in seconds. I heard my name repeated a dozen times, with each utterance accompanied by wide eyes and open mouths.
What the hell was she doing? Just days ago, Katherine had apparently used her own powerful magic to make the entire student body forget I was a warlock. She’d been adamant about keeping it secret, about protecting me from exactly this kind of attention. And now she was announcing it to everyone like it was just another bullet point on the morning announcements?
I could feel the weight of every pair of eyes in the crowd shifting my direction. Katherine continued as if she hadn’t just upended my entire social situation. “He will also need to prioritize helping us with the fruit. As such, I would ask that all students here do their absolute best to support him over the next few days. He will certainly need it.”
I frowned and glanced around to find everyone was staring at me, and they weren’t letting up. There were a few males scattered in the crowd, but most of what I saw was a sea of beautiful fairytale women studying me with intense interest. A succubus with crimson skin licked her lips. A pair of dryads with bark-textured skin and leaves for hair leaned into each other and whispered.
Even the unicorn girl, Summer Shandy, was giving me the good ole up-down.
“But what makes a Warlock special about this?” called a voice from the crowd. I was certain it was Peaches, the half-mimic dussubus. I couldn’t see her from where I stood, but her voice had that distinctive cheerful quality.
