The woman wastes little time, setting you down in a chair. As much as you might want to protest at seeing the outfit, something in you is a bit...well, happy at the choice. It seems tough, strong, sexy, unchained. Your mind flashes to you as a strong demoness (really, thinking of yourself as anything *but* a succubus is hard) as she directs you to stick your tongue out.
You do so, almost instinctually. And then a shock of pain mixed with pleasure greets you as a tongue stud, silver metal capped with a fel red gemstone, finds its way into your mouth. Much to your confusion, the sensation dulls almost instantly and you feel like the stud's been in your mouth for years. A black metal and silver bar through your nose greets you a moment later, that same delightful shock of pleasure and pain filling you.
"How...how many of those things are there?" You ask, some confusion written on your face. You can't raise panic or rage, even if you wanted to. An involuntary moan does escape your lips as she pierces your ears several times, a collection of black, silver, and crimson finding their way onto a half dozen studs and earrings on each pointed ear.
"Not many more" is her response as a silver stud above your right eyebrow makes itself known, matching the two small rings on either side of your lower lip. Like the tongue stud and the rest, it feels like you've had them for years. Any response you might have is cut off quickly as she pushes in a pair of large silver nipple rings, your entire body singing in joy as the feelings run through you. You're so preoccupied that you miss the final piece as....
You come to, looking at yourself, albeit, pierced. There's a quartet of studs running up your long long tongue, all the same silver-crimson. Your nipples have nice sized hoops in them and down below there's a bar that, as you fidget, seems to stimulate you in the best of ways. Your ears are a riot of silver, ebony, and crimson, somehow managing to not be overwhelming.
You're about to ask if she's done, but you can tell that she's not. Wordlessly you stand, as if anticipating what she's going to do next as she pulls out a tube of something colored, steel with a faint blue tinge. With a faint motion of running it over your head, you feel your entire skin itch and shift. It's a strange sight, deep feminine red staining itself a tough metallic blue-ish silver. But she's not done. The itching grows more intense as she fiddles with the tube, the color changing to a deep black, almost glowing in how dark it is. Running it over your skin you can see designs and patterns forming, eldritch and abstract. A lot on your chest and arms and legs, a few marks on your face, a stylized design of a great beast's head on your right bicep and a great hungry maw on your stomach.
With an almost smile, she puts the tube away, your body the same but utterly different. You take a few moments to marvel at it as you find yourself sitting once again. Out comes a pair of shoes for your hooves. But...they won't fit. They're too big, too bulky. Your hooves are almost dainty things. But she hammers them on anyway, the black metal of the shoes seeming to change your legs with each pound, driving them more into a proper shape. Still obviously feminine, but stronger, no longer just a succubus. When she's done, your legs below the knees are changed, steel blue flesh blending into black metal that feels as real as the rest of you.
Again, you want to say something, to ask what she's doing, but a look from her into your golden eyes curtails that thought. You know, *know* that she'll be done when she's done and you know she's not done. Especially given how you're still unclothed.
That'll change soon as she hands you a few strips of leather, this black as can be. Within a few moments you feel constricted as it wraps around you, forming itself into a skintight black top, tastefully ripped to show off your the new art on your stomach and right arm. A similar strip forms its way around your waist, cradling your rear and forming a pair of similar shorts. You can feel the leather around you, not a part of you but a magical outfit, controllable at your will. You contemplate changing it for a moment but you look so good as is so...why bother?
She nods at you as you relax, bidding you to sit down, which you do. You can feel her hands on your head, slowly kneading out horns and teasing "hair" into different shapes. It's...good. It feels really good. You know this is making you into something more proper. But, you know as good as this feels, as good as that pleasure-pain working its way as your legs move in their too tight pants, there's something better. Something that'll feel *amazing*. You just need to find it.
"Done." her voice comes into your ears as you seem to refocus. Your hair has changed, it's still that midnight purple but with shocks of blue and green and pink and red. A riot of color, pulled mostly to one side, spikey and perfectly styled. But your horns...they've changed hte most, from dainty things to goring instruments, these a pure steel grey, capped in black metal. They extend forward a little and up a good six inches, sharp and pointy. It's like they're perfectly designed to headbutt...or worse. And to you, they're perfect.
"So, 'm lookin' pretty sexy" your voice...that wasn't your voice. Oh, it sounded somewhat like the voice you had, but this was uncultured, rough, full of anticipatory violence and without much class. "Oi, 'm soundin' kinda different" you protest. Of course, its tone is dangerous, a growling threat. "What'cha do ta' me?"
"Merely made the tone fit the body. It does suit you." Her tone is utterly calm, emotionless almost.
You...you *are* getting angry. But ta' be fair yer'...yer'...It's hard to think like you used to, the tone of your voice infecting your thoughts. Anger coming a lot easier to you as you dwell on it, violence now a first resort. Besides, kicking ass is *fun.* But, while you are pissed, you are liking how you sound. It's sexy. "Yer' lucky 'm feelin' nice ta'day." you give her a growly look as you flex a little. Not strong enough. You're...you've still got that weak succubus body. You like fighting no matter what, but it's no fun if you lose all the time. But you know where to change that. Spinning of a hoof, you head out of the store and look around the mall, blowing a kiss to the lady in charge of Darkness. It's changed, looking smaller, fewer stores open to you. But the ones you care about, they're still open and you know just where you're going to go...