(Author's Note - Lovely addition, whoever wrote the last chapter!)
Beth grins her fangs, licking her flat soft tongue across them, still tasting Anders upon her lips. She bends over and picks up her vials, grins slyly as she looks up and sees Garon's eyes focusing a tad below her eyelevel. "Hmmm.. well could make you into something like your son, be upon my other arm.. or perhaps a change of perspective, you can join your family's harem..."
She moves over to her experiment table, murmuring to him as she mixes chemicals, letting out coos of pleasure as she eyes her notes seeing all the choices. "Perhaps you'd like to join your wife's fate, living as a beast as he is, or maybe a natural beast instead, my pridefilling ebon stallion perhaps, or mayb-"
"STILL THIS EVIL, YOUR RULE IS AT AN END BETH!"
Beth whirls around, as does Garon's face as they look to the door. The slain guards in the hallway behind, Galla lies on the floor beside a table, a gash in her forehead, blood on the edge of one of the metal tables shows where she hit. Palador kneels beside her, glaring at this party of 5, a ragtag group of adventurers. Garon's eyes sparkle with hope, this vigilante group operating outside of the law in his kingdom, but he never ordered his guard to actively hunt them, since they did a lot of good for the people.
In the lead is a large barbaric man, towering and muscular, wearing some thick mix-n-match armor, and a heavy axe in his hands. Brown hair and a brown long beard adorn his head, with fierce eyes.
To his side stands a young elf, same race as Beth, his complexion is smooth and his body tone and handsome. He holds a sword and whip upon his belt, his green forest garb is a chain armor, his bow drawn and nocked with an arrow, pointed at Beth.
To the other side of the barbarian, an older looking gnome dressed in black leather glares forward, wielding two daggers, one dripping with green poison, his eyes are cold and calculating, his wild white hair blazing like fire upon his head.
Behind them stand two women, one, a pale elf, of a higher class of nobility, dressed in a mystic's gown, holding a book of rites and rituals, a holy symbol embroidered on her stomach of her white robe, her body slim and petite, the same holy symbol tatooed on her left chest, just below her shoulder.
The other, a drow with a kind face, watches with worry at the scene, she looks about and spots all of the creatures, wondering in the back of her mind who is who, seeing the King strapped down, and spotting his sopping wet groin, she grimaces at the thought. The drow is very attractive, her jet black skin and jet black hair standing out even more against her black leather robe, the top adorned with fur, her long hair to her waistline, falling in cascades, her body very sensual, a very large bosom that rivals the queens, part of her hair obscuring her face. Magic seems to flow from her, dark magic.
The barbarian holds his axe out towards the Wicked Queen. "Release and return the King and his family, or suffer the consequences." His eyes burn with cold fury as he waits for an answer, his grip tightening on the axe.
Beth smiles sweetly, turning back to her table, silently gripping her fingers around many vials of liquid, she looks back at him. "You have left me no alternative, hero. I will do the only thing I can.."
With a sudden turn, she whips around, throwing vials at them, exploding all around. An initial explosion of mana knocks the wood elf back against the far wall viciously, his bow snapping in half, his head hits the floor, dazed.
The barbarian groans in pain, dropping his axe as a multitude of vapors envelop him, magic beginning to flow from his skin and all around him, his body begins to swell even larger, his tight armor falling apart off of him as he grows another foot and a half taller, his muscles swelling even more. He lets out a cry of pain, his mouth filled with fangs. His skin darkens quickly as charcoal fur covers his body. The mixture of chemicals obviously not as painless as the others as his face scrunches in pain, his mouth forming into a muzzle, his ears elongate, becoming long and thin, rabbit ears. His fur thickens just above his firm tight ass, forming a tail, while his cock extends downwards and downwards, still human in nature but furred, his transformation complete, he gazes about with a glint in his eye.
The gnome staggers, holding his head, his belly showing as he is growing taller. However his muscles don't seem to swell like the other's, his body growing taller and taller, his leather armor ripping at the seams, he looks down at himself in horror as he sees fur sprouting across his body, also spying his manhood, shriveling and shriveling at a quick rate, he puts a hand to his cock but before he can even wrap his fingers around it, it vanishes within his body, crimson fur sprouting all over, and white fur upon the belly, hands, feet, and the tip of a protuding fluffy tail, white fur also begins to adorn the ex-gnome's new breasts, breasts? She gasps in horror as she sees a slit forming where her cock used to be, and breasts barrelling out from her chest, forming a pair of C cups upon her, she gasps as she feels her head getting attacked. Meanwhile, a full vixen tail twitches behind her, her feet altering to stand high on the balls of her feet, her long legs so very apparent. Her face begins to change, feeling her mind ripped from its place, instead of a vixen head, her ears and face form to resemble a felines, the vials used upon her a mix, dark brownish red stripes adorning themselves on her fur as her transformation completes, a hybrid of tigress and vixen, she runs her hands admiringly over her body, pinching her own nipple and outcrying in delight, her tail rubbing her own slit, unaware of the beastly bug of Belle creeping up behind her.
The royal elf groans, her body maturing past her teenage years, although would have taken tens of years for her race, her body accelerating into young adult hood, her hair growing long and luxurious blonde, her bosom swelling to larger then any of her race, her ass firming and lifting itself up, her legs lengthening as she becomes an elven beauty, she holds her head, gazing about in fear of her friends' minds, but feels nothing the differing in hers, for the moment.
The drow lets out a shriek all the meanwhile, falling to the ground as she digs her nails into her head. Black magic from the vials envelops her, clearly paining her as her body spasms from its touch. Her hair lengthens, going clearly down to her knees, meanwhile from her very flesh tear dragon like wings, her blood seeping over the floor as it continues. Claws tear themselves from her fingers, razor sharp upon each hand. Her breast size swells all the more, the magic attacking her very clothes, they warp and shrink and become a pair of gloves extending past her elbows, thigh high high heel boots, a very tight halter top like top and a long slit-skirt, her left leg clearly showing. The finishing touches occur, growing vampire like fangs, her eyes and lips turning blood red, as do her claws, and finally, a reptile like tail adorned with red spines erupts from just above her ass, she stops spasming, and stands up, murring in delight as she admires her body, then her eyes move to admire the high elf beside her.
Beth cackles in delight. "Some rescue!" She laughs all the more maniacally as the cat-vixen gasps in surprise as the monster that is Belle leaps upon her back, knocking her flat on the floor on her stomach, his long tentacles curling about her breasts and thighs, stroking her new feminine body, unable to control her new feelings she already grows wet, Belle beginning to feed as she strokes her feeder within her pussy, starting immediately.
The jackrabbit monster growls inhumanely, the ability to speak lost to him, he licks his lips eyeing Beth. However, a hand turns his head away, and he is soon looking into two cateye slits, Palador smiling sweetly at him as she kisses his lips, her hands running over his huge chest as she steps a leg forward, her thigh between his, feeling his heartbeat through his member. However, Palador is only in control for a moment, she smiles within the kiss in surprise as she feels his paws upon her hips, his cock growing firm as she feels it between her thighs, she rocks her hips back and forth, her lips wettening as they slide back and forth along his cock, precum oozing from her bestial love. He grabs her and firmly swings her against a wall, holding her by her breasts in his massive hands, kneading them as he suddenly drives his cock within her, she lets out a shrieking gasp as it fills her more then Belle's attack within her, or Galla's tail before, she then bites her lips and moans in delight, reaching her hands down to his ass to further his thrusts as he begins to rock into her.
Last is the new succubus, the ex drow, she continues to eye the high elf, before moving over to her. The elven princess holds up her book trying to stay her. "Stay back my friend, you are not well!" The demoness just giggles as she knocks the book flying across the room, then grabs the elf by the neck. "On the contrary my dear, I am very well indeed, Beth has awakened in me feelings I never could imagine, how beautiful you are." Before the elf can react, she kisses her, a very gentle sensual kiss however, her clawed hand stroking the back of her elven friends head, the priestly princess's head spinning as she feels a desire swelling for this, her chaste life leading to some more unique thoughts, as the demoness draws back she is the one to pursue another kiss. The demoness slits the shoulders of her robe with her claws delicately, letting it all fall to the ground, she wraps her wings forward around her as she leans them both to the ground, continuing to let her hands explore as their kiss continues...
The wood elf's eye open, as he sees the horror of what used to be his team, slowly gaining consciousness...