Unholy beginning

Evening.

A time for adults to get off work and for kids to get off school. The same applies for Flare, a high schooler who just got off school. It was like any other normal day.

Except it wasn't.

Flare is your normal everyday teen, whatever normal meant. Hanging out with friends, playing video games, and beating his meat. However there was one part of him that stood out from other teens. You see, he had a special hobby. Yes…he had a hobby of drawing magic circles. How did he begin this hobby? When he was a small five year old child, his older cousin would babysit him and they would watch anime together. In one particular anime about a certain alchemist, his eyes were attracted to the magic circles. Ever since then he would request to watch animes about magic circles. It was the beginning of a kind of addiction.

Not satisfied with just watching, he began drawing them himself. however his drawings were obviously trash. He couldn't draw a perfect circle or anything. It looked more like some kind of demented pile of sh- anyways despite how bad his first attempt was, he felt happy and decided to continue this obsession to this day.

In the beginning, his first attempt was with crayons on the notebook. Not satisfied, he turned his evil beady child eyes onto the house wall. After taking damage from a weapon known as the belt, he decided to stick with just the notebook.

However things changed one fateful day.

A time came when he was being punished to face the wall and having his crayons taken away, his monkey brain forgot about the belt and his child self decided to paint them on the wall. With what you ask? As a resourceful kid with no limits, baby Flare simply did what a monkey would do: he took a number 2 on the spot and smeared- no, painted the walls with glorious designs of circles.

On that day, a child was murdered- not. A lot of punishment was involved, however his parents understood his passion and supported it.

Throughout the years he would go on to draw magic circles all over the place. He even did illegal graffiti magic circles on walls. Having spent countless hours in his hobby, he had created magic circles of all shapes and sizes on all kinds of materials using all kinds of utensils. His drawings became more and more perfect with each try.

Today, at 16 years old, he became well known as a magic circle otaku online and offline.

After coming home from school, he planned to draw a magic circle on something he had never drawn on before. He sat down and wracked his smooth brain for inspiration. However nothing came up, because it was too smooth.

Feeling artistically frustrated, he got up to go pee.

Grabbing his donger and looking at it while aiming at the bowl, he had an epiphany. Why don't I draw one around my pp?

He felt like this was the best idea he ever had.

After shaking off any remaining droplets, he cleaned up and returned to his room. After reaching the door, he became all sneaky like and checked his surroundings before silently closing the door.

click.

Room locked: check.

shhhh.

Blinds closed: check.

He shed his pants and underwear with practiced movements while walking to his desk. Opening up a secret folder on his computer, he suddenly remembered that he shed his lower half for a different purpose.

Opening up his collection of drawing utensils, he thought for a moment before settling on the best body marker he had, a custom made one mixed with some special ingredients that couldn't be named. Opening up his preferred music player site, he settled on an epic fantasy playlist.

With music inspiring him in the background, he earnestly began drawing. First the circle, then the inner details. With a steady hand and practiced movements plus his years of dedication, a masterpiece was slowly coming to life.

An hour later, he finally stopped and admired his latest work, probably his best work in a while.

After admiring it for some time, he began noticing something. His flaccid thing was in the way of the perfection. What if...it was more erect? Once he began thinking this, he couldn't stop. He immediately began browsing his secret file and his junior slowly awoke from its slumber. 

Flare looked down and admired his artwork, one that could transform depending on the state of his junior. This was a new kind of art. 

Feeling relaxed, he decided to satisfy his juniors call for release. 

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After some time, he released it all, experiencing a rush of dopamine and euphoria and it was glorious-

-and it was, until the circle around his junior suddenly lit up in a blinding light, signaling its activation.

"WHAT THE F-"

Flare covered his eyes from the brightness while crying out in surprise. After the light faded, he lowered his hands and looked down. The first thing he saw was a Chinese dragon. A huge green Chinese dragon. It even had small clouds floating around it making it look mysterious and almighty. On top of its head was a small halo. It had two red eyes with no pupils nor irises- just full on red, both of which were staring right into his soul.

"aaaaaaaAAAAAHHHHHH!!-"

Flare screamed. No, he didn't scream because a dragon had appeared. No, he was screaming because his main source of pleasure had disappeared. The thing symbolling his life as a man had disappeared. It had somehow been replaced by a green monster.

Flare instantly became devastated. After experiencing heaven, he was dropped right into the deepest pits of hell.  While Flare was screaming in despair, the dragon opened its mouth and a rumbling deep voice echoed in the room.

"What…is your wish."

Flare immediately cried in despair.

"GIVE ME BACK MY PP!!!"

Without thinking, Flare blurted out his unholy wish. His desire to become whole again truly knew no bounds.

"Wish…granted."

The dragons eyes flashed a blinding light and his pp…

…appeared in his hands, detached from its rightful spot.

Flare held up his little flaccid member and looked at it.

He slowly turned his head to look at the dragon and their eyes met.

The dragon smirked and Flare fainted.

Meanwhile while all this was happening, the next door neighbor heard the scream and turned the volume up on his stereo. The screams blended in with the music perfectly.