Dana’s wings flexed as she stepped slowly along the hallway towards the assembly hall. Wanting to wrap her wings around herself for protection but resisting the reminder that she was no longer a mortal, she shivered with more unbidden thoughts about being discovered like this. The nervous tension wrenching her stomach made hiding her wings and tail impossible, and thoughts of someone seeing her only made her even more fearful. Her mind flashed through dozens of possibilities of what would happen next. Would they point in shock? Would they leer with undisguised lusts? Would they scream in fear and run? The last image ended with her flying after them upon her faint wings, laughing as they suddenly tripped and fell, the jeans that they wore turning into a long, beautiful, stunning dress, their sneakers shimmering as they turned into high heels, unable to run anymore from the powerful succubus savoring every drop of their helpless fear as they turned into a beautiful young woman...
Dana tried to clear her head as she leaned on the door leading out of the building. Astara’s grip on her soul was warping her mind, feeding new desires and fantasies. A new fantasy played out, as Dana appeared in a library in front of a scared accidental summoner, and Dana toyed with her new servant for a few minutes before rebirthing him into beauty. Dana’s heart beat faster and faster and she felt something stirring within her. She knew that with every passing moment she became more like Astara and less like a mortal.
Dana took a deep breath and pushed the door open, moving out onto the concrete courtyard in the middle of the school. Her knees started to shake and quiver as she walked out into the bright light. She wondered whether the sun weakened her or if she was just terrified of being out in the open. Steadying herself in the shadow of one of the poured concrete buildings, she looked around at the amphitheater and at the iron fencing surrounding the buildings that made up the school, soon to be Astara’s new castle. If there was anyone out there, they were making an effort to keep themselves hidden from anyone who would see them skipping the assembly.
Looking ahead, she saw the assembly hall, a cafeteria during lunch time. Was the soul of everyone in there already becoming a light snack for Astara? Dana took her time getting there, but the faculty was always notoriously late for assemblies. Dana doubted that even demonic power would put a stop to that. Was Astara even finished with the faculty? Dana thought about Astara taking her sweet time sculpting each and every teacher, forcing the others to watch as one of their number was warped into an unearthly beauty, then dropped to the ground to whimper in fear and shock at their new form, with the remainder begging and pleading not to be next. In her mind’s eye, she saw Mr. Howards in the room, dragged to inscribed runes, shaking and pleading, begging Dana not to do this...
Dana tried to clear the thoughts from her mind, but it was no use. Astara’s magic was too strong, and she was so weak compared to her. Her mind was sinking deeper and deeper as it changed into that of a succubus. A frightened Dana’s wings protectively wrapped around her body on instinct. Dana stared at one of them, shocked by getting a close look at her new inescapably beautiful form, and her left hand reached out to feel the new thing. The skin on her wing was so soft and smooth that it seemed impossible for anything to fly with them. She rubbed it between her fingers for a few seconds, before letting it go back to normal and trying to think about something new, something mortal. She imagined sneaking off with her best friend Barry, trying to get him away from Astara. But the minute she had sneaked off with him, she grabbed him and gave him a deep kiss. Barry couldn’t work up the strength to jerk away as Dana drained all the masculinity and willpower from him, breaking the kiss only once a shocked, weak girl was in her grasp. Barry tried to express shock, but when she started to say something, surprise over her new voice caused the girl to press a changed hand to her new mouth, brightly blushing over how feminine it was. Dana smiled wide as she prepared to warp the helpless girl’s soul...
Dana shivered, her wings fluttering weakly and uselessly. She had to choose what to do, and quickly. Astara’s spell was sinking into her more and more by the second.