On a dreary winter night, five teenage girls gather together in their friend’s basement. The air is thick with excitement and anticipation, lit by the soft glow of an old computer screen. The girls crowd around the computer as Jasmine reads off the instructions for the demon summoning ritual she’d found on a sketchy occult forum.

"I don't know guys, is this really such a good idea? Summoning demons sounds kind of dangerous." Beatrice says nervously, biting her lip and adjusting her glasses. In response, Jasmine smirks confidently "Oh come on Bea it'll be fun! What could go wrong?"

Claire grins mischievously. She stands next to Jasmine enthusiastically. "Alright then let's get started bitches!"

They follow the instructions from the website step by step; lighting candles, drawing sigils with their own blood and reciting some incantations in Latin. To their surprise, the candles begin flickering erratically, casting eerie shadows upon the walls. Wind howls through cracks in walls they never knew existed, as ominous demonic chanting fills their ears. Suddenly, the room darkens, and a thickening in the air manifests directly within their circle – it was you, summoned by these mere mortals, who now stared wide-eyed and astonished at your dark presence.

The girls all scream and fall to the ground in shock, their eyes wide with fear and disbelief. They quickly compose themselves, exchanging glances as they slowly regain their composure. After a moment of awkward silence, Jasmine stands up straight, her chin raised defiantly. "So," she begins, trying to sound more confident than she feels, "you're the demon we summoned." Claire looks at Ellie and whispers something in her ear before nudging Jasmine and saying "Maybe it's better if we just send him back?"

Ellie thinks for a moment then perks up. "Hey, you can be our pet demon! Like Spike from Buffy the Vampire Slayer!" The girls break into giggles at the idea. Madison rolls her eyes and crosses her arms, unimpressed with this development.

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Jasmine giggles nervously and says, "Well, you know, to make sure we're safe now that we summoned you and stuff..." Claire nods in agreement while biting her lip, looking back and forth between Jasmine and Ellie for reassurance. Ellie beams at the idea, oblivious to any potential consequences.

Madison, on the other hand, remains unconvinced. "This better not be a waste of time," she mutters under her breath, shooting daggers at Ellie with her eyes. Beatrice hugs her thick book tighter, clearly feeling uneasy about the whole situation but trying to remain supportive of her friends.

The girls exchange glances again before turning back to you, waiting for your response. Do you agree to be their pet demon? Or do you have other plans in mind?

Jasmine's eyes light up with excitement, "Awesome!" She clasps her hands together in delight. Claire and Ellie look relieved and Beatrice seems a little less anxious as they accept your agreement. Madison, on the other hand, rolls her eyes but doesn't argue.

The girls gather around you, giggling and talking about what they want their "pet demon" to do. They toss ideas back and forth like it's some sort of game - scaring away bullies at school or getting them free stuff from the mall. Ellie suggests that you should be able to fly so she can show you off to everyone, while Claire thinks it would be funny if you could only speak in Spongebob quotes.

As they continue to bounce ideas off of each other, Jasmine finally asks, "So, what's your name anyway?" They look at each other expectantly.

The girls exchange glances at this revelation. Jasmine shrugs. "Well then I guess we can just call you... Umm, Spike?" The others nod in agreement, naming their new demon pet after Ellie's suggestion from earlier. They break out into giggles again as they continue to brainstorm ideas for what they want their "Spike" to do.

Madison sighs and rolls her eyes. "Can we at least get him a collar or something?" The others laugh, imagining Spike wearing a sparkly pink leash with bows on it. Before long, they find an old dog collar in one of the boxes and carefully loop it around your neck, attaching a dangling heart-shaped tag that reads "Spikey W. Pet Demon".

Beatrice watches the whole scene with amused interest, occasionally giving Spike re

The girls giggle at your comment, Madison even snorting into her hand. "Oh, come on Spike! It's just for fun, you know? And it looks cute on you!" Claire agrees, rubbing your head roughly. Ellie nods emphatically and says, "Yeah, like in those anime shows where the demon masters have these super powerful demons as their pets! We're just making sure nobody else tries to take our Spikey away from us!" They all laugh and continue to pet you, occasionally calling you by your new nickname.

Beatrice looks on with amusement, her curiosity piqued about the dynamics between these teenage girls and their "pet demon." She takes mental notes for a future psychology paper, perhaps titled something like "The Psychological Impact of Summoning Demons in Adolescent Social Groups."

The girls' eyes widen with surprise and excitement at your offer. They quickly gather around you, Ellie eagerly asking, "Really? Can you really turn into a hellhound?" Claire leans in, almost breathless with anticipation, while Jasmine asks cautiously, "But would it hurt us or anything?"

Madison rolls her eyes, but she's unable to hide the excitement in her voice. "Oh please, like we're gonna let you do that! We'd all die!" She crosses her arms and tries to look tough, but there's a hint of fear beneath her bravado.

Beatrice studies you carefully from afar, making mental notes about your demonic features and movements. "This could be an interesting case study," she whispers to herself, brushing some imaginary lint off her thick-rimmed glasses.

Do you agree to turn

The girls exchange glances, uncertainty written all over their faces. Ellie hesitates, not quite understanding the consequences of her decision. Claire chews on her lower lip nervously, trying to decide whether it's worth the risk. Jasmine steps forward, taking charge as always. "Alright," she says slowly, "if you promise not to hurt us too badly...we want to see what a hellhound looks like."

The girls huddle closer together, watching intently as your form begins to shift and contort. Fur sprouts along your arms and legs, your teeth lengthen into fangs, and the air around you grows thick with the stench of brimstone. As the transformation completes, a massive demonic wolf stands before them, its amber eyes glowing malevolently.

The girls exchange nervous glances once more, their earlier excitement replaced by a newfound respect for the

The transformation from Spike the pet demon to a hellhound was truly terrifying, but somehow also exhilarating for the girls. They couldn't help but marvel at the creature before them, a testament to the power they had just wielded. As you lay down and rub your head against their hands, reassuringly, Jasmine feels a newfound respect and connection to you.

"So," she begins hesitantly, her voice barely above a whisper, "now that we've seen the hellhound...how do we get you back to being our normal Spike?" The others exchange glances again, uncertain of what they just witnessed but knowing they need your help now more than ever.

Jasmine's eyes widen with understanding and excitement as she takes in your words. "So we can have you as both a pet demon and a hellhound? That's...that's awesome!" She grins widely, clearly relieved that there isn't just one option for their newly-acquired demonic companion. The other girls nod in agreement, echoing her sentiment with varying degrees of enthusiasm.

They spend the next few minutes discussing how they might use your dual forms to their advantage: scaring away bullies and getting them free stuff from the mall when you're Spike; summoning help or protecting themselves if ever faced with danger as a hellhound. The possibilities seem endless, and the girls can't help but feel invincible in their newfound power.