All Purpose Negima Fanfiction Thread

"No," replied Kirche. "Not quite. Miss Vallière hasn't done it."

Louise suppressed a wince, then scowled. Of course Kirche would take it upon herself to point that out.

Not that there was any avoiding this.

It was the Familiar Summoning ritual. The time when the mages at the Tristain Academy of Magic would summon servants, which would then be magically bound to serve them for the rest of their lives.

Most mages would summon run of the mill animals, but some would acquire truly impressive familiars. And generally, the more impressive a familiar, the better it reflected upon the mage that summoned it.

More importantly, however, any mage could do it.

Which meant most of her classmates expected Louise to fail. Even now, she could hear her classmates mocking her.

Louise stepped up and summoned up all the determination she could muster. This was it. Her life from here on out would be determined by the results of her next attempt at a spell. If she succeeded, then it would prove once and for all that she was a real mage. Fail, and she was doomed to be branded a commoner for the rest of her life.

And that was unacceptable.

"With all your boasting, you should be able to summon up something more amazing than this, right Louise?" Kirche asked mockingly.

Part of Louise regretted running her mouth earlier. She had claimed she would summon something more impressive than Kirche. So of course Kirche had gone and summoned a Fire Salamander. "Well of course," Louise lied, gripping her wand tightly.

Ideally, Louise somehow manage to draw out something even better than that. But secretly, she would have settled for a housecat at this point. Anything to prove she wasn't a commoner. "MY SERVANT THAT EXISTS SOMEWHERE IN THIS VAST UNIVERSE!" she suddenly shouted.

"What kind of spell is that?" she heard someone ask.

"Well, it's certainly original."

Louise forced herself to ignore the peanut gallery in favor of focusing on her spell. "MY DIVINE, BEAUTIFUL, WISE AND POWERFUL SERVANT, HEED MY CALL! I WISH AND ASSERT FROM THE VERY BOTTOM OF MY HEART, ANSWER MY GUIDANCE AND APPEAR!"

Louise swished her wand over her head, then pointed it before her.

And then everything blew up.

"I told you that was going to happen," Louise heard someone say. Louise felt her hopes shatter. Another explosion.

And then she heard a strange noise from the center of the explosion. "RRRROWWWLLL."

And suddenly, all the taunting cut off.

It had almost sounded like a cat growling. But not quite. Almost as if someone was trying to sound like a cat, and doing a bad job at it.

There! In the smoke! She could just barely make out a figure, low to the ground. Louise squinted, trying to get a better look.

And suddenly, it pounced. "GRRR!"

Louise let out a shriek as something suddenly burst out of the smoke, tackling her to the ground. In her panic, she dropped her wand. Not that she would have been able to use magic to defend herself at this range, even if she hadn't lost her grip on it.

As terror gripped Louise's soul, she was struck by a sudden realization: getting eaten by her familiar in front of her entire class may have been even worse than not summoning anything at all.

She closed her eyes, struggling to keep the tears from coming out.

A moment passed, and nothing happened.

Hesitantly, Louise opened her eyes. And found herself face to face with what looked like a stuffed animal.

"Hullo! I'm Tigger! ...Who're you?"

Louise finally remembered to breathe. "L-Louise Françoise Le Blanc de La Vallière."

The stuffed animal blinked. "Kinda a long name ya got, there," it said as it helped Louise to her feet. "Still, glad ta meetcha. Name's Tigger. That's T-I-Double Guh-Er! That spells Tigger."

"...You said that," said Louise, looking down at the talking stuffed animal that was half her size. That was her familiar. That tackled her and made her shriek in front of her entire class. Louise's face abruptly went red at the realization.

"I did?" asked her apparently rather forgetful familiar.

And then Kirche made it worse. "Exactly the kind of familiar I was expecting after all that boasting! To think that you summoned up a talking stuffed animal!"

Louise's face felt like it was going to melt. "I just made a small mistake, that's all!"

"Well, it's certainly... unique."

"Course I am," said Tigger. "Don't you know that's what Tiggers do best?"

"What's a Tigger?"

"Ooh hoo hoo hoo," chuckled Tigger as he took a step back, a wide smile forming on his face, before suddenly breaking out into dance. "THE WONDERFUL THING ABOUT TIGGERS, IS TIGGERS ARE WONDERFUL THINGS! THEIR TOPS ARE MADE OUT OF RUBBER! THEIR BOTTOMS ARE MADE OUT OF SPRINGS!" The animal suddenly started hopping around, bouncing from its feet to its tail and back again. "THEY'RE BOUNCY, TROUNCY, FLOUNCY, POUNCY, FUN FUN FUN FUN FUN! BUT THE MOST WONDERFUL THING ABOUT TIGGERS IS I'M THE ONLY ONE!" It suddenly paused and took a breath. "IIIIII'M, THE ONLY ONE!"

Louise was beginning to wish he hadn't summoned anything.

"Well, TTFN!" said the animal, grinning widely.

"TTFN?" someone asked.

"Ta-ta for now," Tigger replied, before bouncing away.

"WAIT!" yelled Louise, as she promptly decided she wanted a familiar after all.

A Stultus Pulchram Story

Chapter 8

Hitting Home . . . Mahora Academy has a total population of approximately 30, 000 individuals. As it is an all girls school, except for the university, the vast majority of the population are of the female sort.

The University at Mahora Academy has always been a popular place for young men to attend, as the ratio of women to men is substantially higher than any other universities. At least that is the theory.

In actuality, at the university level, the ratio of women to men is close to 1:1. It is rather a letdown when male university students discover this. Especially since the high school is placed rather far away from the university section. Very far away. Completely across the Academy in fact.

One would suspect that it was planned like that so as to keep college aged young men from interacting with high school girls. One would be correct in that suspicion.

However, if the total population of Mahora Academy is figured in, then the ratio becomes 20:1. That includes teachers, students, and all of the staff.

Simple math will tell you that there should be approximately 1429 males in Mahora Academy. Checking all of the records would confirm that there are 1431 males in Mahora Academy. Most of them are teachers, with the rest split almost evenly between staff and university students.

As stated in Chapter 0, Negi's former students are in high-school at this time. NOT junior-high students. Because underaged Bimbos would be creepy in more ways than one.

HOWEVER...

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“I can go with you if you want Anya?”

“No. You should stay here in case Negi comes back before I find him Nekane. He texted us when he left that he would be returning to Mahora about now, so he should be here soon.”

“Are you sure?”

“Yes. Send me a text message if he returns before I find him.”

That was several minutes ago. Anya's patience was already wearing thin as she walked around the Academy looking for Negi. She'd left Nekane sitting in Negi's room in the hopes that she would find Negi first so she could talk to him. If she could find him before any of his former students could, then so much the better. After all, he'd not spent much time with her, or for that matter with anyone, once he got the idea of terraforming Mars into his head.

She had it all planned out too: Greet Negi warmly, then invite him to go someplace nearby for something to drink before they walked back to his room so he could speak to Nekane. It was safe for Negi to speak to Nekane. It was NOT safe for Negi to speak to any of the boobmonsters. After all, they would try to steal him away for themselves.

She wasn't jealous of the others at all. Not one bit. If pressed, Anya would explain that Negi always had the tendency of overworking himself, and that he needed to rest from time to time so as not to stress himself out. After all, she was his friend for years before he met any of his students, which meant that she knew him far better than anyone else. Obviously, if he was around his former students, then they would keep him busy answering questions and such about the project that he would get no time to recover.

Speaking of the boobmonsters, here comes two of them.

Oh wait. It's Nodoka and Yue. Both of them are...

are...

...

WHAT THE HECK HAPPENED TO THEIR BREASTS?

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“Like, hiya Anya!” Nodoka waved as she rushed to Anya. Or tried to rush anyway. The high heels Nodoka wore kept her to a fast saunter at best.

“Like, you're back. Where have you, like, been, like, all this time?” asked Yue as she strolled up behind Nodoka.

Both of them stood in front of Anya. Both of them glanced at Anya's face. Both of them were confused as to why Anya had the expression she had on her face. Both of them would require about ten minutes of explaining before they understood that the expression on Anya's face was flabbergasted disbelief.

“Like, Anya?” Nodoka asked.

“Are you like, alright?” Yue asked.

Both of them watched Anya work her mouth as if she was trying to say something, but nothing came out.

“Like, Anya?” Nodoka asked.

“Are you like, alright?” Yue asked.

Both of them again watched Anya work her mouth as if she was trying to say something, but nothing came out.

“Like, Anya?” Nodoka asked.

“Are you like, alright?” Yue asked.

Before the author was forced to apologize for making a really lame joke, Anya's brain finally found a connection to her vocal chords.

“B-b-b-boobmonsters!”

“Like, what?” Nodoka asked.

“Like, what?” Yue repeated.

“Boobmonsters! You've turned into boobmonsters!” said Anya, flailing her arms in panic.

“Oh! Like, no we haven't,” Nodoka said.

“Yeah! We've like, become Bimbos,” Yue said.

“Bimbos, boobmonsters! What's the difference?” Anya asked.

“Like, we'll show you! Stultus Pulchram!” both Bimbos said.

A second later, Anya asked, “Like, I feel much more adult now, and like, my boobs are lots bigger too. What was that you like, did?”

“Like, it's a spell!” Yue giggled.

“Like, Haruna found it in one of Negi's books,” Nodoka said before giggling, “All of us in Negi's class are like this now. It's totally awesome!”

“Like yeah! I do feel like, totally awesome now,” said Anya.

“We were like, heading to Library Island to make everyone there like, Bimbos too,” Yue said.

“Like, you can go spread the joy of being a Bimbo as well,” Nodoka suggested.

“Like, Nekane is sitting in Negi's room,” Anya said. “I can like, have her join us.”

All three giggled before going on their way.

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Negi paused to catch his breath just outside the dorms. There were enough girls just inside that would ask him about why he was out of breath, and that would not do.

He'd wanted to fly, but two things kept him from doing so. The first was the crowds.

Negi shook his head in frustration. He was, fortunately or unfortunately depending on the situation, one of the popular teachers in Mahora Academy. Being as affable as he was, he wasn't the sort to cut students off when they asked him questions. And ask questions they did. He'd been stopped almost a dozen times in his race to arrive at the dorms by inquisitive students asking about everything from his well-being to the reason he was running so fast.

He couldn't just explain that it was a life-or-death situation. After all, he was fairly certain that being turned into a Bimbo wasn't as bad as dying.

Everyone did however, understand that he was in a hurry, and when he fumbled about trying to explain such, he was released from having to outright lie to whoever it was asking.

Although it would be easier if he appeared to be slightly winded, as compared to his current state of exhaustion. After all, if one did not encourage questions to be asked, there would be no need to answer them.

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Nekane Springfield glanced around the room that Negi shared with Asuna and Konoka. The room was bigger than the room they had stayed in when Negi started teaching, but the atmosphere was the same.

The furniture wasn't that much different from the furnishings provided by the Academy. It was as if the same company that manufactured the dressers, tables and chairs for the junior high students had been commissioned to make slightly larger versions for the same items for the dorm rooms of the high school.

As she closed the drawer that she was investigating, she wondered if that was indeed the case.

Nekane was not snooping. If pressed, Nekane would insist that she was just performing her duties as Negi's guardian and older sibling to make certain that Negi was still behaving in a way as is fitting of a proper English Gentleman. She would further insist that she had no worries about Asuna or Konoka encouraging him from that path.

There were concerns about some of the other girls though. That Paru girl for example. That lead cheerleader for another. Mika, Misa, whatever her name was.

Negi did work with Ayaka Yukihiro an awful lot. Nekane had seen how well the girl worked with Negi, especially in discussing various details about investments that needed to be made or political figures that needed to be encouraged for the terraforming of Mars. She had gotten to know Ayaka rather well.

She was positive she had seen a gleam in Ayaka's eye on two separate occasions that suggested that she thought of Negi as perhaps more than a surrogate little brother.

It wasn't as if Nekane disapproved. She just wasn't sure if she approved. Hence the snooping. Or rather, not snooping. Investigating. Much better word.