The Principle, now simple The Minotaur now in name and station, breathed into Mrs.
Jeanne's mouth, marking her as his. The ring formed around her nipple along with the
DLXIV marking that symbolized her property to Astara. Then Ms. Jeanne grew fur matching
her hair color as her finger fused into three each with thick square nails, and her feet
became hooves. Her eyes of course became pools of black. Her head in a matter of
moments became like a minotauress with nothing human about it remaining. The new
female creature took it's place besides the former principle secretary behind the beast.
Astara nodded in approval. Ms. Homes was enough for full human looking DLXIV. While
Mrs. Jeanne had been certainly intimidating, she hadn't been unsettling enough. Ms.
Homes ever shifting skin and hair made a lovely kaleidoscope with her scar and solid pitch
eye. Of course the teenage boys were just looking at her naked body, a figure that
biologically impossible for a human being, and models would need to medically remove
some of their internal organs to have. Ms. Homes, or rather, the demoness that had once
been Ms. Homes, continued to whisper words of pleasure and doom to the various student
like sugar coated cyanide. Pleasuring floating through her and her original self dissolving
in it, systematically telling each student in just vague enough detail their lovely/horrible
fate that awaited them, adding to their fearful anticipation as she danced through the
stands. On occasion she'd move her face right in front of a lad or lass, and they'd realize
just how frightening that empty, black eye that seemed to go on for eternity really was...
The sentient thing of cursed smoke that used to be Mr. Howard merely floated docilely
behind Dara, perhaps not out of devotion but because she was the only one who could
touch him and temporally sat the lust that now forever throb through his body. Dara did
this on purpose to insure that the shadow mass would always be eager to come straight to
her rather than Astara. She felt nothing at having turned Mr. Howard into a pawn. There
were bigger stakes at play here after all. Dara had no illusions about anyone stopping
Astara from turning the school into her glorified play house. Dara for the slightest moment
wandered to summons book, perhaps she could give Astara trouble with it, but she
brushed it off as likely possibly summoning something worse than Astara. Speaking of
whom,
The demon princess snapped her claws, "Oh! And just as a reminder of how easy your tiny
minds are to toy with! Dara here up until I was summon today was a male!"
This resulted in many giving yells of flat out denial (having had a crush on Dara) to cries of
alarm and dismay. One guy even swore he had written her several love letters! This was
almost as soul crushing as the guys who had figured out their memories of writing love
sonnets to Ashley were all lies.
Astara giggled (like the sound of a dozen rattlesnakes), seeing them squirm was just so
much fun. But there'd always be more toys in the Demon Realm to play with, right now
she needed her own kind and as many as possible loyal to her.
"Please Dana! I don't care if my memories aren't real! Don't let her do this to you!" Dana
saw it was one of the boys from the book clue, his reading glasses currently in his front
pocket of his black shirt.
Dana ignored Astara's fun and games for with the other teachers for the moment and
waltzed over to the paralyzed lad who had somehow gained enough force of will to
actually speak! The smoke that was once Mr. Howard following behind hoping for a
chance to be pleased again.
"What's your name?" Dana asked calmly and breathlessly.
"It's me! Bob! Don't you recognize-uhhhh-" Dana reached with her claws and tore open
his pant and grabbed him.
"You sad sad fool," Dana sighed, "The Dana in your memories never existed...I don't even
know what Astara had me do in the memories she implanted in everyone ... you're living in
a fantasy... this is reality... just like this..." Dana sighed again, and sent wave after wave
into Bob's body, the paralyze broke as he fall backwards actually hitting his head on the
seats but not for more than a few seconds. His moaned became more like a goat's bleat.
White fur spread over his entire body as his clothes, student ID, glasses, and block buster
video card all turned to nothing. His finger nails twisted in diseased yellow claws, his
fingers becoming longer and thinner. His feet crushed into themselves, becoming a pair of
cloven hooves. His teeth became as yellow and diseased as his claws becoming larger too.
His face and nose became a muzzle. His eyes became solid black, with tiny red flames
inside. Two spiral horns burst from his forehead and bent backwards. A degu's tail snaked
out of his spinal column. His ears became larger and moved to the back of his head. A ring
appeared on one of his nipples and another one his opposite ear. His muscle rearranged
themselves, his knees bent backwards in the opposite direction. His limbs grew longer, his
body leaner. Finally, of course, he grew a white goatee.
As this was happening, it occurred to Bob, why was he ASKED for Dana, when he could just
TAKE IT? Anything he could take was logically his! Or he wouldn't be able to take it! Bob
reached for Dana, the flames flickering in his eyes, wanting to land on top of her, claim
her, make her his. She kicked him back, actually resisting the urge to break part of him
she had been holding.
"There... that is reality, this was going to happen to you sooner or later... Actually, you'd
have likely ended up a Succubus. So perhaps I did you no favors. In return, unless Astara
says different, you'll be the only Incubus in service with rank equal to your soon to be
reborn sisters." Dana said to the new Incubus. "I spared you the agony of dwelling over
yourself being remade into something you're not with only enough traces of who you were
to add insult to injury." She then calmly broke his leg, (it would heal soon enough), "Also,
no one here is yours to claim until they've been made into our kind or are no longer
mortal. Understand?"
The incubus that used to be Bob bobbed his head up and down in understanding, barely
even feeling the broken leg, only thinking about the girl of his dreams, now the succubus
of his fantasies, would he his sooner or later. Dana felt this, and knew she could play it to
her advantage later. 'I need to be careful about making too many who'd be dependent or
fixated on me or Astara might take extra precautions.'
She then scratched behind the Incubus' ears, it bleated in pleasure in response. She then
heard a sound that made her and her fellow things of evil ill.
Astara's meanwhile hear a sound that make her sick to her stomach, and dizzy, she
spotted an male islamic student... praying... having gained just enough strength of will to
speak... Astara snapped her fingers... in seconds the Minotaur leaped through the air,
grabbed the lad. The minotaur's landing shook the entire building. The minotuar snapped
his neck like a twig.
'That's two two that just slipped right of my talons... ' Astara thought annoyed. 'Best make
sure these students STAYED scared. Before any more of them do anything stupid.'
Astara pointed at the next of her XIII, the music teacher Miss Brazil. "Sing, at your very
best."
Likely more out of fear than any actual magic control, Miss Brazil began to do just that,
sining a precious little opera piece she knew. DLXIV appeared on the back of her neck like
a branding iron. Miss Brazil closed her eyes and began to make hand gestures as she sang,
not wanting to see the end for whenever it came. She continued to sing, and her voice
never waved or changed pitch except becoming a bit more eerie or haunting as she
continued. Her clothes of coursed vanished as was Astara's motif, she either didn't feel it,
or refused to give Astara the satisfaction of seeing her squirm. Her legs from below the
waist turned magenta purple. Her legs then split, then the split split and the ends then
split halfway down, like her legs were now puddy being remolded, her upper body then
lowered itself as her split apart legs spread out. The split purple legs morphed into
tentacles with tiny barbs on the end. Her upper body turned pale blue, then neon blue,
then her hair and finger nails did the same, becoming all the same color. Miss Barzil's
body began to become transparent, for a short time her skeleton and internal organ were
visible until they became the same colored transparent material and they dissolved until
her upper body was like it was merely in the shape of the upper body of a woman. Her
hair grew longer, and longer all the way down to where her rear would have been, the hair
clustered together and gained barbs of it's own and began to move on it's own as she
continued to gesture with her still human arms.
Astara snapped her finger and the DLXIV stopped. She opened her eyes to see that they
were detail less blue orbs the same material and color as the rest of her upper body. She
bowed loyally to her 564th princess. As the transformation had occurred, she felt herself
wash away, leaving only the singing, and the will of her master. She looked at Dana and
saw her superior. She looked at the transformed teachers and saw her equals. those not
transformed, she saw as raw material.