Several minutes before, just after Astara had the principle make the announcement, and
before she had begun to lure the teachers to be 'modified' Astara looked at the principle
as she lead him along like a dog on a lease, his mind not in control of his body as she led
him along from his office to the auditorium, maintaining the performance for the moment
he was the one leading her.
Once inside, she looked the place over, 'going to need to make several improvements' she
thought. She said to the principle, a large, balding man with only a slight belly and very
large fists.
"I know you can hear me, and I know you're scared out of your mind...I'll admit, maybe if I
hadn't caught your mind off guard, maybe you wouldn't be in this mess, you'd have held
me off for, maybe all of three minutes! I might have even had to kill you!" She said all of
this cheerfully, and casually.
"You know... I know just the thing for you... I don't need another of my kind quite yet,
Dana will do for the moment... but just the moment of course... you on the other hand... I
can think of something much more practical for you, and more amusing for him."
She began to massage him between his legs, listening to his thoughts try to resist the
waves of pleasure she was inducing into him, to no avail of course, she knew how to cheat
around that annoying little thing called 'free will.'
Astara watched with satisfaction as the principle's clothes vanished, 'he doesn't look all
that bad really.' She thought. As she continued to please him, he grew larger, and larger,
his muscle mass double, then double again, making his head look a little small on his
body. His feet formed in thick black hooves, at the same time his fingers fused into three
digits with thick squish black nails. His hair 'filled in' as mud brown fur covered his entire
body. His face pulled out into a bull's, followed by horns on the side of his head that went
all the way to his shoulders sticking upwards at the ends. His eyes became solid black. A
thin tail sprouted between his rear and a tiny ring formed around one of his nipples. On
the opposite side of his body a series of red tattoos marking him as her property formed
engraved with her number within her family's pecking order. His size and muscles
increased more. His mind slowly melted away leaving but a few thoughts. 'Obey 565th
Princess Astara without question.' 'Destroy all who oppose or seek to harm 565th Princess
Astara... ' 'Make all serve and obey 565th Princess Astara.' 'Do not speak unless spoken to.'
All human reason vanished from his solid black eyes, his mind stripped away of most of
his knowledge, his family now but humans who had yet to be turned into shapes that
served his 565th Princess. His wife but a human who had yet to be made into a female bull
demon, his children, but human spawn yet to be made into proper shapes as the body
guards of their 565th Princess.
The beast moaned and bellowed and lowered himself in front of it's 565th princess.
Astara laughed sickly. Thinking of what other fun shapes she could make the rest of the
staff if need be.
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Meanwhile, on a plane of reality several layers BELOW the existence of humanity, two
incredibly powerful entities of darkness watched these events via a great pool of blood (or
rather what blood would be like if souls HAD blood).
"What do you think?" Asked the first.
"Astara's acting like the spoiled brat she always acts like... maybe she'll be able to conquer
that tiny planet all by herself, maybe she won't, depends how impulsive she acts. The more
quickly she tries to rush things, the more likely she is to get someone else's attention who
isn't on our side. Either way, it'll be interesting to see her fail or succeed."
"No, no, that went without saying, I meant the other one, the one she altered first into her
majordomo?"
"Ah. Heh... I'll admit, holding off against a transformation like that? Then again zap and go
transformation do often leave room for resistance, but still, HOW she's resisting... that
shows some strong will... she's not giving up easily even with our superior essence
running through her now."
"You know what I think?"
"What?"
"I think she'd make a good 667th princess ... after some proper reeducation about her new
position in creation of course."
"Oh?... Ho ho ho! that would make Astara so mad!... It would be so sweet! Let's see how
she holds out a bit more before making that choice though... still, think we should give
Astara's new kingdom to her if she measures up?"
"Hehe, of course..."