Barry looked into the green and red orbs of the creature of carnal desire in front of him
that used to be a male human being, "Dana.. please tell me that monster was lying, that
me remembering you being a girl and Ashley being with us for years weren't lies."
Dana didn't hesitate, "They're complete and total lies. I was a male before this morning
and always had been. Ashley never came to this school."
"If she can screw with memories, how do you know she didn't IMPLANT the idea that you
were boy before in YOUR memories, and a demon possessed Ashley and told you the lie of
implanting Ashley not having been part of the school before?"
Dana sighed, "You're grasping at straws."
"Am I? Wouldn't it be easier to tell one lie, and alter just your memories?"
Dana started at that, it would have been easier, and would have been more simple but,
"Astara doesn't go for the simple solution. Everything I've seen so far screams that she
loves elaborate games... Your answer is too simple, she'd never allow that."
Astara indeed did love fun and games. In particular ones that she couldn't possibly lose.
Mr. Howard had been the school's english teacher. Now he didn't even have the identity of
Mr. Howard, his spirit had been used as raw material to make a shadow dark thing that
was BORN on the opposite side of the moral event horizon.
The Math, History, and Science teacher Astara looked at rather vexed and detesting. In a
condescending tone she looked at each one turn, "Science, humans telling themselves
they actually know anything. Math, humans telling themselves they can actually understand
anything. History, humans telling themselves they can learn from their mistakes. Nothing
but little lies you entire species tells itself so it can feel better about itself. ... All... a
mass... of a single, multiple faced... lie... I like lies... when they're used properly of course.
You three are elected as my new pet and guard dog.... You make speak now."
The history teacher a Mr. JC spewed a sea of choice words at Astara. The succubus took
them in like a doggy behind a petshop window barking cutely at her.
The science teacher a Mrs. Tiest, began to rant and rave how this was completely and
utterly impossible! And demanded to know what planet Astara was from and where her
mothership was.
The math teacher, a Mr. Carlson, a stickler for detail to the very end and proud of this,
said, "Uh, don't you 'pets' and 'guard dogs?' In plural?'"
Astara looked as impressed as she could be with a human, and made that rattlesnake
giggle again and said, "Nope! I meant exactly what I said! But since you're showing to be
more level headed than your two fellows, you can be middle head!"
"Wha-?"
"Stand in the middle!" Astara ordered forcing Mr. Carlson's motor serves to move his legs
in between the other two teachers.
"Now.. bark boy." Astara's eyes glow brighter red than before.
All three teachers barked at once to their alarm.
"Stand on one leg boy." The three teachers did so in sync, or at least their legs did. Their
heads looked down in alarm and dismay.
"I am NOT a boy!" Mrs. Tiest of course had to say. In a matter of seconds this was rectified.
The science teacher felt her chest suddenly feel so light.. then she felt some THING in
between her legs as her face became more angular and her voice deeper.
"You are now!" Astara left out that was going to happen anyway. She just like torturing
them.
Astara for stage drama only clapped her hands, the teachers clothes vanished. "Sit boy."
The teacher did land down... on all fours.
"Be silent boy." Astara said again and the teachers found themselves unable to use their
vocal cords. And again for stage effect, Astara began to ever so slowly draw her hands
together.
The three teachers eyes were full of panic and fear that Astara drank up like sweet nectar.
Their hair fell out, leaving them bald, but not for long for as black fur covered their entire
bodies puffing out. Then the joints of their arms and legs bent and shifted. Hips no longer
able to stand up right, knees bending the other way, arms and legs evening out on length.
The student body could only watch as hands and feet melted into paws with retractable
claws. Then the real show began as not of their own will the three teachers leaned into
each other, and like globs of water in zero gravity, they merged. Muscle mass increased by
absurd amounts even as their mass fused into each other. The six paws in front touched
each other, like an film super imposing becoming two paws connected to three legs each,
then the six legs fused fused into two. The same thing happened on the opposite end, and
what happened at certain pieces of their autonomy was a tale that thankfully the teachers
would never be able to describe the experience of! As everything but their necks and
heads fused together, a long tail... two in fact, snaked out... in fact, those two tails were
snakes... poisonous too from the sheer look of them! The three teachers were even more
shocked as they began to see out of the snakes' eyes and taste the air with the snakes'
tongues! This was taken off their minds as their still human but furry faces pulled into the
faces of a unknown species of canine, like the worst feature of pit-bull, wolf, and
Doberman pincher congealed together. Their ears followed suit as their necks pulled up on
them leaving their perceptions level with the floor... which was getting father away as they
began to GROW, and GROW, they were soon looking down on Ashley even though they
were on all fours!
"Speak boy." She said slyly.
The three heads instantly began to scream, rant, and plead again, in a gruff version of the
teacher's voice.
"Silence boy."
They found their muzzles shut.
"I'm going to turn control over your body back to you in a minute, but first, I'm going to fix
you up so you can actually do so without tripping over your own feet... Mr... Math
Teacher... for amusing me I give you the reward of as I said the middle head. As for you
the other two... it's been fun! And about to be more fun!" Astara snapped her fingers. The
six eyes of the teachers blurred into six identical solid red orbs. But what was really
happening was inside their minds.
'I can't believe this is happening! So therefore it isn't happening! Therefore I'm dreaming!
Therefore I should be able to wake up! So why am I not waking up? I must be in a coma
someplace!' Mrs. Tiest said her composure completely destroyed.
Mr. JC's words were not printable in any medium.
Carlson wondered what was next, at this point accepting he was totally and utterly
doomed.
Then it hit like a steam roller, as the memories of the two other teachers came flooding
into them. Raised by a single mother, raised by a gung-ho single foster father, raised by
neglective parents. Finding solace in books, going to see StarWars, taking part in the
school play of 1776. Engaged dying in robbery, being dumped, finding true love. Collage
degree. Masters degree. Seeking out all possibilities of truth. Not tipping the pizzaman
last night. Buying burger for homeless rather than giving money to. Wait, wait, wait....
whose memories were whose now? The three teachers were suddenly very confused about
which one of them started out female, and who knew what originally and who had been
where.... Ashley had said... which one of them was central head?
The memories meshed into an incomprehensible and conflicting mess. The three heads
howled in mental agony. Then, simplicity came, all the awful awful knowledge went away...
just the simplicity and purity of an animal's truths remained. 'Obey mistress.' 'Obey
mistress.' 'Obey mistress.' 'I am Cerberus.' 'I am Cerberus.' 'I am Cerberus.' 'It is all I am.'
'It is all I am.' 'It is all I am.' 'All I've been.' 'All I've been.' 'All I've been.' 'All Will be.' 'All
Will be.' 'All Will be.' 'REND.' 'SLAUGHTER.' 'DEVOUR!'
The cerberus howled again, this time fear inspiring in another way (some of the students
actually wet their pants). Astara came up to the Cerberus and hugged it stroke it, it
wagged its serpents in response who hissed sultry. It had no collar, but it did have a red
DLXIV tattooed on it's rear.
The Temptress Lover that had once been the Ms. Homes clapped and cheered at the
wonderful horrifying beast literally right out of Hades. The inhuman siren who had been
once a being named Miss Brazil kept her mouth shut and just nodded her transparent blue
head.
She then looked at the seven remaining teachers letting her malice run wild with them. She
finally noticed the balding skinny man in a gray jump suit who looked at her shaking in
his boot even more so than the others. "... Janitor right?"
The Minotaur principle grunted and nodded.
"That's... someone who cleans?... Someone like that you? Ha! You look rather ill equipped
for it."
'I'll have you know I'm damn good at my job missy!!' The Janitor suddenly found his inner
courage at the insult of the one thing he had been able to do without flaw or failing in his
life satisfied in how blissfully unaware the students of staff where at how quickly the
school would go to gunk without him. Astara couldn't hear him. But she did like the look
on his face, so determined, it amused her for the moment.
"... you like your job so much? Well, once this meaningless school is finished being
upgraded along with all the humans here have been made into my slaves and servants and
minions... you get to keep your job!" Astara snapped her fingers. This time her
transformation spell hit with the force of a freight train. The janitor's mind practically
exploded as he felt the carnal pleasure running through him, melting his mind into mush.
'It feels... it feels... all so good... everything... it all feels so good... all of it... just waiting
for... for... ME... only me... just me... and nobody else!'
The janitor's clothes didn't vanish, he MELTED out of them, his skeleton turning into the
same matter as his flesh, like he had been turned into clay! Then the clay started to
change color... first purple, then pink, then blue, then violet, then orange, then magenta,
then gray, then clear, then rainbow... the clear goo lost all human shape and became a
blob that CONSUMED the janitor's uniform... there was distinct sensual moan from the
mass. Once the uniform was no more, the ever changing colored blob rose up into a
semi-male human form, then shifted into the vague shape of a adult human woman...
then condensed into the shape of a little girl looking to be made of an endless swirl of
living glass. No matter what shape she took, Astara's DLXIV indentation remained on her
back. The eyes, hair, all of it like she was a jello sculpture. It giggled... or close to a
giggle, it had no lungs after all. It looked expectantly at Astara who just waved it off. It
nodded and melted INTO the edges of the stones that entire floor of the cafeteria was now
made out of. Growing ever so slightly larger devouring any organic non-demonic matter
she came across within the school's grounds, it'd consume it until it got big enough, then
spit into twins, and on and on. The waves of pleasure as it consumed it adding it to it's
own mass was delicious, she never once noticed when she forgot her own name, or
anything else related to her former existence...
She actually came out of one cracks below the seats to devour a mouse who had the bad
luck of wandering inside before the doors were closed and brushed against a tan skinned
girl's ankle, the stuff she was made of acidic burning away at layers of skin making the girl
cry out in pain with tears.
In another time and place the the siren thing might have felt maternal feelings for the
newly creature creature that was somewhat similar to her. But the siren was a creature of
allure and pleasure and slavery... it couldn't know love... not the kind of love that mattered
at least.
The student body meanwhile, realized to their great shame, though who weren't thinking
about her own hides of course, that they couldn't for the life of them remember what the
janitor's name was. Some blamed this on more of Astara's memory tricks. But others
realized the simple truth, no one there had even once considered him enough of a person
TO remember his name.
Astara shrugged it off and pointed at the teacher wearing an apron, "YOU! You are a maid?
"
"I.... I.... I'm a culinary teacher..." The woman stammered out, "My name is Velma Ports."
"Pst, your name means nothing, an animal noise. You should have answered 'yes' to my
maid question, then I really WOULD have turned you into something just as superior and
free of those things you humans call 'mor-all's and 'eth-icks' but you'd have been much
closer to my beauty."
"I don't believe you."
"Believe what you will! It won't matter soon enough. Boy, Minotaur... you and your harem
keep your eyes on the students, any of them run, any of them try to cause trouble like
those last two... kill them." The blond girl and islamic boy's still corpses made deathly
reminders.
Boy, the Minotaur, and the two minotauress formed a wall of muscle, hooves, horns, and
fangs between the students and Astara with her toys. Dana was actually getting rather
bored at this, reconsidering that perhaps she really DID want Astara to toss another of the
teachers to transform into a thing of evil just so she didn't need to watch her 564th
princess have all the fun.
Miss Ports meanwhile, never knew what hit her. She felt her vagina explode into a
firestorm, and her thin figure ... began to bulge. Her clothes didn't vanish, she simply out
grew them. Like Ms. Jeanne her body got larger, but her height increased only by about a
foot. But she did get larger side to side. Playing on the oldest stereotype in the book,
Astara mutated the cooking teacher, who suddenly felt like her stomach was slowly
becoming emptier and emptier, becoming like a black hole... several layers of fat appeared
on her body along with muscle. Then two extra pairs of breasts grew out from below her
original ones... both growing larger along with the layers of lard. Then her feet become
dull hooves, with the folds of fat actually hiding them somewhat... Miss Ports felt like she
was walking in high heels! No... her feel WERE high heels! She needed to get something to
eat! Something! Anything! Anything at all! She was starving! She was hungry and... it could
never be enough... this truth hit her with a thunder clan as her hair grew from all sides
becoming wild and messy, no matter how much she devoured, it would never be enough...
BUT THAT DIDN'T MATTER! She wanted to eat! Right now!
Her hands... remained completely unchanged, except for the dull yellow her nails became,
and the skin becoming the same molted blotchy color all her skin was becoming. A tail
twisted out of her rear... a degu's tail again... The raised platform the teachers were on
turned to stone just in time... or it would have groaned and bent under her new weight.
Her face twisted foreword into a flat nosed nuzzle, then the tusks came out, dull yellow
and pointed upwards. Then Velma's tongue came out... and opened it's own mouth that
was shaped like that of a lamprey. The spot between Velma's legs... also became a mouth
like a lamprey's. Then two smaller mouths with jagged teeth opened up on either side of
her muzzle. A ring formed around her nostril. Her eyes fluctuated for several minutes
between red and sky blue... her entire body shaking... until finally... DLXIV burned onto
one side of her rear and her eyes turned red, looking diseased. 'Have to eat! Have to
something! Must eat! Got to! The hole! Got to fill! Somehow! Yes yes! That way!'
The gluttony demon charged at the children... the beast that was once Ms Jeanne kicked
her back with her hoof not even turning around, and sent the creature that was once
Velma Ports flying backwards, the layers of fat protecting it from the impact.
"Stay." Astara said simply.
Instantly the pig woman stopped in her tracts, almost frozen.
"Stay still."
'I must stay still! I EXIST to stay still! It's why I am! I am but to stay still! As the 564th
Princess Commands me to!' The pig woman though in utter insanity as the hunger tore at
her insides.
"Change of plans." Astara called out to the students and teachers happily, "Anyone who
causes trouble be feed directly to her... and then you can be made into her piglets from
the inside then eat your way out of her after she eats you..."
Anything that remained of courage from the majority of students was broken in that
moment.
Astara made but a gesture, and the transformed thing that was once Velma Ports took her
place along side the other monsters.
'Nine down, four to go.' Dana thought calmly... It was incredibly, she was sure she'd have
been dismayed by these changes ... but... after changing Mr. Howard... it was all so
simply... to just watch them be changed one after the other...She was actually feeling
EXCITED at what Astara would change the remaining teachers into. Yes, this was a lovely
game! It wasn't like she had ever been FRIENDS with any of these teachers anyway. What
did she care what her princess did to them? It was no different from breaking the neck of
a chicken you were going to have lunch, it wasn't like you were on a first name basis with
the chicken or were the same species or part of the same civilization, what did she have to
feel sorry for?
The two naked succubus stood among their fellow creatures of evil and surviving five
teachers... surviving of course not really being the right word anymore than the lambs
being led to the slaughter were surviving just cause there at the back of the line.
Astara walked onto the next staff member... the school nurse, a woman in her mid thirties
with black hair done in a pony tail, "You... you're a nurse..." Astara continued to squeeze
information out of the former Principle's mind like a sponge, drawing information out of
the former secretary when needed, she was learning about this world she had found
herself in more and more and faster and faster, "And you help people become well again?
Heh. Interesting. The last couple worlds I've been to, 'nurse' was someone who helped
doctors experiment on children and old men."
"People have advanced since then." The norse, a woman named Anastasia replied,
sounding almost defiant. The remaining teachers reached they were doomed, but they
weren't going to give this monster any further amusement for cowering in front of her, or
at least Anastasia wasn't.
Astara frowned ever so slight, then gave her rattlesnake giggle, "All right then, then let's
advance you as far as you can go in being able to make people feel better."
The 564th this time made no pretense or artistic flare, she simply released her demonic
essence into the woman like she had all the others and let it work it's magic. She was a
creature of discord, she had to balance out taking a place over and imposing her own
sense of order -somehow- otherwise she'd be betraying herself. If that didn't make any
sense, then that was simply a plus. Some said the Domain of Demons itself was a living
entity, the demons but disconnected pieces of itself it sent out to spread it's nature across
creation, how true or untrue this stood was unknown even to the demons, but the same
fowl essence that made up Astara now flowed through and ate up Anastasia.
the paralysis was broken and Anastasia leaned backwards onto her back, moaning
sensually. Her skin started to turn a shade of green devoid of scales or hair, it was hard to
describe it truly AS skin. Anastasia belly began to grow, and she felt a slight void within
her, but unlike Velma, this void was not quite a maddening emptiness... It felt like
something, lying in wait, in anticipation. Of course Anastasia's clothes vanished, and the
DLXIV burned into her backside. Her arms grew longer, then split apart, leaving four,
three-clawed arms that either had no joins or was all joints. Her eyes took on the color of
jaded sinking back slightly into her head... her nose caved in and her lips vanished,
vanishing her face a skullish appearance. Her ears wilted off her like flowers in fall. Her
neck increased in length ever so slightly. Like the pig woman her breasts doubled in
number. Her legs became larger, increasing in muscle strength and size... her body by now
held a decided botanic appearance. Her belly continued to grow as she grew until she
looked like she could hold a small human in there... then a red line appeared along her
belly, and split open revealing a toothed maul... her belly's folds becoming transparent...
and hose like tentacles wandered about blindly within.
She slowly stood up, she looked at Ashley and the first words that came to her mind were
'Princess 564th Astara.' She shook her plant skull like head in confusion... then her pupil
less eyes caught one of the students... instincts taking over, not even giving it much
thought... she plucked the unfortunate lad.. her belly opened up, and with her four arms
she tossed him inside her, and closed up her belly. The belly quickly filled with a pale
greenish liquid... the lad clawed and pounded on his living prison to no avail. The material
dissolved his clothes and everyone was sure would soon dissolve his flesh. But that was
not in the case.. one of the wandering hoses with like a cobra stuck him in the stomach
and stayed there. Anastasia knew much happiness, and above everything else, pleasure.
'Yes, pleasure, pleasure is what everyone seeks out in life, pleasure is the reason why we're
all here, why should we care about anything else besides pleasure? Yes, this pleasure is
good, yes, pleasure is all that matters...'
Along the cord and into him, these thoughts transmitted into Max, the poor lad's brain,
infecting his mind. He soon stopped, and merely floated... then his body began to change
shape... everyone watched in horrid fascination as Max's body reshaped into a younger
and female form, turning green until she was a plant like thing of chaos and evil that
happened to be shaped like a human girl... hair turned into vines and skin into bark and
eyes into mere holes but her 'muscles' still twitched. Then the belly split open and spilled
out Maxine... she looked up at Anastasia... who didn't even look at her in return. She had
finished transforming Max, transforming Max had granted her pleasure, now that Max's
transformation was complete, he could no longer grant her pleasure,Maxine was
meaningless to her. Maxine meanwhile, began to claw and pound on the outside of the
belly until slapped away by the demon that was once Anastasia. 'That pleasure... that
bliss... being inside her... being one with her... held by her... PLEASE GIVE IT BACK!' Maxine
groaned in loss and yearning to be placed back into the larger plant like thing. But she
never would be. Maxine felt herself boil with rage, 'How DARE SHE? How dare she not take
me back-!?' Then a very simple and straight foreword 'logic' came to her mind. 'I want
everyone to experience what I have... that pure bless... so they'll suffer utterly and
completely like I am... so they can feel the same pain! The same misery! I want them all
too!!!' Maxine frantically looked for one of the students to stuff into the larger plant being
so they could join her in her hopeless withdrawal.
She saw one student, then the blob that resembled a little girl when formed reached
through the cracks in the floor with her arms and grabbed Maxine's ankles... they melted
into green goo and dripping sap. Maxine cursed and howled in anger, not caring her feet
would grow back in no time. Astara gave light hearted praise to the all-devouring, who
bubbled up giggles at being told she had done a good job.
Astara meanwhile had been staring deeply at the dance teacher... just another woman to
Astara, just another human, just another soul to toy with, torture, but in this case also
upgrade into a superior species to spread chaos, dismay and disorder. The dancing this
woman knew however, was so ... NICE... that it revolted Astara, the dancing she was used
to practicing and observing was nothing of the sort of this teacher who knew everything
from Tap-Dancing to Ballet. She grabbed her with one arm, dripped one drop of her
essence into her, burning away her clothes in a flash fire that left no mark but left her in
agony as her nerves told her she had been on fire, and the DLXIV burned across her face's
left cheek (it was on the right for Miss Homes). She then tossed the still paralyzed woman
like an object to her fellow naked succubus who caught her like a discus almost.
"I think you might need a little bit more practice Dana... do to this one as you will, I've
already branded her as part of my reality. Show me." Astara watched intensely, recording
every act Dana would do next to the dane teacher.
"Dana...Just do it quickly..." Miss Miyu said seeing anything human in the eyes of the
succubus in front of her who had been a human girl that morning in her memories as far
as she remembered.
"Miss Miyu..." Dana said simply, "I always hated dancing... I was never any good at it. I
found it usually boring. I saw you dance... and I never found it boring... but I STILL hated
to learn it... and I hated learning it all the more. It was never me. But you insisted on that
'there is a dancer inside everyone somewhere' shtick! I'll admit... you never gunned for me
like ... he did." Dana shrugged at the living black cloud of Mr. Howard. "Even if you
endlessly badgered me about giving up my pranks, you just treated me as one of your
students... in return, I'll treat you as any other human being...which I am not."
Dana knew her choice was perhaps shallow, immature, and even more so stereotypical
given Miss Miyu's surname, but it was too good to pass up. Red fur exploded over every
inch of Miyu's body, the red fur gaining black strips like a tiger. No one was surprised
when bloody claws RIPPED their way through Miyu's hands and feet, looking like long
knives that had sliced their way out of her! Her teeth all became canines and her original
canines fangs! Her eyes became like those of a cat, only red within yellow, then a third eye
appeared between them like the points of a triangle. Her face became feline and her eyes
moved to the top of her head. She gained muscle mass but stayed graceful... a blade cut
it's way out of her rear (of course she screamed, or was that roared now?), revealing a
cat's tail to which the curved blade was connected on the end. Then a pair of red and black
leather wings tore out of her shoulder blade bloody style, along with a singular tiny horn
over her left eye. A gold ring formed around her wrist cutting into skin and too tight to
ever be removed, another ring formed around the small horn and a long thin gold chain
connected them. A similar ring formed along her breast (she still had only two) and then
between her legs that also were quickly connected via a similar chain. Finally the process
repeated itself with the tip of one wing and the point of an ear. Then it was over. The
chains dangled long from her body, strangely not restricting her moves moments all that
much. She fell to the stone floor panting, the walls and ceiling of the cafeteria had sine
turned into blackened and red stone.
Dana grabbed her face and forced it to look into hers, "You are beautiful, you are graceful,
you are tireless, you are lethal, you are beauty, you are death. You are like fire, you are
pain, you are pleasure, you give and and are both, you are all these things... anything you
were before is but dust... now dance..."
Obediently, the thing once Miyu slowly rose... and gracefully danced like a ghost across
moonlight. The chains induced pain and pleasure at the same time, and her form gave
pleasure and pain to any who dared wander too close to her. Astara then came up from
behind and grabbed her breasts... Miyu didn't resist, only moan in pleasure as her princess
felt over her body, every inch, pain and pleasure mixing into the same stuff till they were
one and the same. Astara felt every inch of what was once Miss Miyu and then stood back,
the dancer of the abyss only sad that the inspect from her 564th princess was over.
"I'm impressed Dana... very impressed... every trait she had... now either wiped away, or
reborn as part of us... She truly is a thing of the Demon Realm... I command you, kill
Dana." The tiger without hesitation leapt at Dana roaring her claws forever extended.
Without pause, regret, or afterthought, Dana jabbed her fist into the tiger dancer's throat
then side stepped her and kneed her in the gut. "I resend the order."
The tiger stopped at once her claws milimeters away from Dana's exposed stomach. Of
course the jab to the throat had left her unable to breath, but this was more an annoyance
than anything, she was a creature that no longer needed to breath, and it would mend
itself quickly enough. Dana's fingers stopped less than an inch away from the tiger's three
eyes.
Astara clapped, "Your work is flawless my Dana! You are a natural! I was so lucky that it
was you who accidently summoned me to this world and not another." Astara walked
behind Dana and repeated the same motions she had on the tiger. Dana shuddered, but
not from revulsion, she felt not the least bit violated, ashamed or trespassed, she
accepted Astara's touch for the praise it was. A ring of brown rather than the red and
green formed for a split second in her eyes... a mix of the two... Dana rejected it... she felt
the same as any demon, no desire to be submissive to another any more than needed.
And if giving in totally would grant Astara more power over her, than she had no intended
of doing so!
"She tried to kill you without any protest, you altered her perfectly. And you defended
yourself without mercy or pity, I'm infinitely more impressed." She whispered in her ear
sweetly, almost, DEARLY, if the emotion existed in her brain, "If you had tried to reason
with her, or attacked me so you wouldn't have to fight her, then I'd have known you were a
failure as a succubus... but you are not... I see it now... my Dana... you are truly lovely..."
Deep down, in spite of herself, Dana felt happy at Astara's words, telling her she was
worth something, that she was part of something greater than she was before, that she
approved of her, more than what Dana could say about most of the world.
"Dana? DANA!" Dana snapped back to reality as it was now.
"Yes?"
"You were staring off into space for a while."
"Just thinking of today, that's all." She said calmly and casually.
"I'm trying NOT to."
"Understandable." All the other students were too listless to even listen in on the
discussion between the cutie succubus and Barry. The crushing apathy of the demon world
was quick to work on unprotected or unexperienced souls, living or dead.
"So you say you need friends to ... stop Astara from doing what she's doing -wrong?-"
".. yes Barry I do... and so you know, we were friends originally, that part of your memories
aren't a lie."
"I still remember you, me and Ashley all went to the beach last summer, I still remember
when Ashley stole your bikini top and you had run topless after her... of course we got
back at her when we burned her in the sand then drew all over her face and took a few
snap shots."
"Barry... that never happened."
"My memories say it happened, and weather they're fake or not they're mine. And they
were good times."
Dana did wonder why Astara would give Barry GOOD memories of being with Dana and
Ashley as friends. Dana shook her head, 'It doesn't matter.'
"I can't deny what I am now Barry, I can't escape it. Maybe I am becoming just the other
side of the coin to Astara, but I've been thinking, maybe if I just transform those who are
meant to be changed into beings of chaos, then I can hold onto my impulses."
Barry looked at Dana for several second, clearly thinking, then he spoke calmly, "Dana...
you said creatures of chaos right?"
"Yes."
"Dana..." Barry shook his head slowly, sadly, kindly, "There is no 'meant to' in chaos."
Dana shuddered, Barry always could whip her in a debate. "The point is Barry... it might
take me decades or centuries, but Astara is just too reckless."
"Reckless? She RUINED all those people! And some of them you did as well!"
Dana took Barry's words without retort, "You're right. I did. But I'm sure you agree she
needs to be stopped."
"Sounds like to me you want to boil the frog slowly rather than just putting it in hot water
where it'll jump out."
Dana didn't like being talked back to, not now, but she felt herself in check. She knelt
down, "Maybe I am. Or maybe it'll be just something that exists, like guns. There's no
putting the genie back in the bottle, Barry... that's the truth of things and you know it."
"Speaking of truth, what about our parents? Shouldn't they have noticed we were all gone
and called the police? Or come the school looking for us?"
Dana was dumbstruck, SHE hadn't thought about her parents AT ALL since this entire
mess started like, like they didn't matter anymore.
"I doubt she'd have gone to the trouble or erasing each and every one of you from your
families' minds. And I doubt she's powerful enough yet to create a barrier around the
entire school. Maybe she's using some of the Thirteen Servants as a welcoming committee,
or she had the principle tell each and every family via phone or e-mail... then again I
heard he was out claim his wife for his harem. I hear she was a beotch, so it's kinda ironic
he'd be wearing the pants for once, heh."
"How can you laugh at that?"
"I'm not human anymore... this essence works so fast... any human I don't know personally
feels so... detached. And maybe she left a quick fix suggestion via mass communication
from info the teachers gave her that you were all on an overnight field trip, it doesn't need
to last long so it doesn't need to stand up to logic. It just needs to last until tomorrow
when you're all going to be reincarnated as like us."
"... I'm not getting out of here as human am I?"
"After I told Astara the total human population of the planet and birth rate, she said she
couldn't afford to waste any 'raw material' on 'Petitioners,' human soul slaves or
something. She knows she needs numbers. She won't tolerate me keeping you human
when there are no spiritual defenses on this world anymore from what any of us can tell
and our kind can shape shift ANYWAY so a human spy is meaningless."
"I don't suppose I could at least get out of here male?"
"Not if you wish to be my equal like I'm offering... I did promise Bobby that he'd be the
only Incubus who'd be an equal among the soon to be born Succubus."
"You care?"
"Promises... believe it or not... are incredibly binding to ANY being you'd call 'super
natural'... ugh... this information just dumping itself into my brain is getting annoying! I
feel like an exposition robot!"
"... I'm sorry." Barry said simply.
"Thank you... so what is your answer?"
"If it was anyone else Dana... I'd say screw you, just so I could be with my fellow victims to
the end, and want nothing to do with your power play... but it is you Dana... and... I pray
you're still a friend to me still in there. And if you are... then I'm your already your friend,
and I want to do what I need to do, to KEEP being your friend.... I accept."
"Then we have a binding contract." Dana said stepping right THROUGH the bars, they were
meant to keep out humans after all, these bars had been engineered by Astara for
maximum fun for the creatures of chaos and depravity after all. And the sick surprise of
the bars not protecting you was right up her tastes.
"Please... just do it quick." Barry said stand up, legs apart, arms behind his back, facing his
destiny with dignity. Dana wondered if this feeling that now ran through her was the same
delight at being impressed that Astara felt towards her.
"As you wish." Dana said hotly.
She calmly reached her arm, like she, or he were illusions, right into Barry's chest. He then
felt liquid fire enter via his heart, then race into every vein in his body, his burning heart
beat a world trip a minute and burst, only to repair itself a short time later and begin to
beat again. Barry refused to freak out or scream when his male features gave way to
female ones and his biology changed to match. Then her muscle mass increased making
her lean. Her feet became paws and gained retractable claws, her hands remain dainty
though she felt the blades hidden in each finger tips. Then the fur came in, traditional
colored stripped color... unlike Miss Miyu who had become 'bald' his hair turned black with
an orange strip that fell to her shoulders, some of the stands twisted by themselves
making it into a natural pony tail. Her face pushed out into a slight muzzle as her ears
moved to the top of her triangular. She was now able to hear the moans of her fellow
students with crystal clarity, and smell their sweat, urine and blood as if they were right
next to her, and she could smell their fear and dismay, it was like smell roses almost. Then
her clothes burst into flames like flash paper, and it did feel like she was on fire now
inside and out, but only for a short time. She developed a pair of fangs even visible when
her mouth was closed, she felt them and pricked her own, now forked tongue with them.
The stripped tail came out relatively painlessly. Then a pair of tiny horns cut their way out
of her forehead, followed by a pair of wings... that cut their way out of her back like
crimson stained glass, for like stained glass they were, only finitely harder and lighter,
filtering the light around her into various shades of red. They were actually rather
beautiful if not for the blood stains on them. Berry couldn't take it anymore and fell to her
kneels panting as the blood came down her forehead and back. 'The pain... the fire, and
everything else... was it like this, for all of them, for Dana?'
She felt one last transformation, perhaps the least painful of all. Her tail tip was....
blooming? Barry looked behind at her new appendage. It... looked like a natural brush...
the ends of her tail now looked like the plume of a brush... She look curiously at it. Then
color, a paint of SOME sort dripped from the tip... information flowed into her mind, she
could concentrate and will the dye flow to change intensity, color, and increase or
decrease or all together stop the follow. She wondered for a moment where this last
transformation came from but then it all made sense to her. Barry was an art student
student after all. 'Yes, that makes sense.'
Barry stood up, the naked tiger like demoness in front of the kaiwaii swim suited succubi.
Barry wondered about asking for clothes, but realized she didn't feel ashamed at all...
maybe she'd need an apron when painting, the rest just didn't seem to matter. She looked
at her fellow captives in their cells, seeing through the darkened chamber with night
vision, or was that dark vision? She saw her friends and fellow club members and study
mates and worried about their fate, but the ones she didn't know, she found it hard to
relate to them anymore. She looked at Dana again and after a moment or two of thinking
hugged her, their breasts pushing against each other.
"Barry is thankful for this, gift Dana."
Dana spoke with an air of authority, "Barry isn't a name becoming of you anymore, as your
transformer, I invoke my right to rename you, from now on your name is Bara. Answer me
Bara."
"Yes, I understand," Bara answered, "So you saw Spirited Away too?"
"Of course."
Bara saw in a mirror her eyes were solid red, not even whites, like they were red rubies in
her eye sockets. This didn't feel shocking or strange at all, in fact, she felt it only made
her look beautiful. "Bara accepts her new name." Bara say bowing.
"Don't bow, we're equals remembers? You and I are the same."
Bara looked in the mirror again, "Yes... you're right... we are the same."
"Come," Dana said turning around and walking out of the cell, Bara followed right through
the bars that now allowed her to pass, "You're not longer a prisoner here but a member of
our household. You can have the room that used to be your art class, you can will it into
any living accommodations you want, as 564th's Princess Astara's Majordomo I give it to
you. You are appointed our household's Artisan. There are many walls that are going to be
need painting, you can discuss the finer details of what style the murals with Princess
Asara in the morning. I can likely spare The Twins to assist you if you need any extra
hands. You'll be expected to be there for the reincarnations of the humans though. The
princess wouldn't have it any other way. And you need to put on a good show of loyalty
and devotion."
"Dana... " Bara asked her next question logically and simply, "How do you know I won't try
to simply eliminate both you and Ashley? Then take myself and all those already converted
and go to where we all belong now?"
Dana looked back at her smiling, "Bara, I'd have been disappointed if that thought -
hadn't- crossed your mind. It's your nature now. And you wouldn't be much of an equal if
you just did everything I told you. And I think it's just our nature now to think of betrayal
as a practical method."
Bara cocked her head, "Doesn't that mean Ashley knows we're thinking of betraying her?"
"Oh no doubt. But that's part of the fun."
Bara nodded, "There's supposed to be fun here?"
"The essence that's a part of us now practically makes us the enemy of the world to some.
We need to find fun where we can or we're going to go mad beyond a practical point."
Bara nodded, "I understand.... I just noticed by the way, I don't have Ashley's mark."
"And I don't have one either... if I don't, then you don't, we're equal remembers? Of course
this means Astara will shoulder you with more responsibility but that just works in our
favor."
The full moon shined down on the dark warped buildings.
The two stepped out of the dungeon and out of the gym, Bara taking a look at the
mutations to the building, seeing the twisted structures and goth motifs, but among then
flat walls and flat floors and flat ceilings, and Bara realized she was already thinking of
possibilities.
Bara smiled. 'Well, I'm painting for royalty, even if it's just Ashley, at least it's not all soul
crushing and heart rendering awful..'