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Sylvia

I kept Gale in a special room, just for her. Of course, I expanded it. It would have been cruel, surely, to keep her in the dark, dingy little closet that I had used for her initially, a glorified storeroom, but there wasn’t much room to be had in there. I’d renovated it, using my magic to work around Gale, making it nice — for me, not for her. I was quite sure that Gale didn’t even know where she was, let alone have any strong opinions at all about her surroundings.

All in all, it was quite nice in there, even by my standards, just wanting my cosy little book shop, the life that I had made in the human world. There was a rug in there for me to stand on and a drainage grate under Gale, to make cleaning up, even with my magic, easier from all the messy splooge of ejaculate that pooled around her, trickling down the many bare breasts, which gleamed with cum so very often. The walls had been re-done with the magical impression of bare boards, but were actually slick and smooth to let any of her ejaculate run off. The magical infusion of the room allowed me to use her as an energy source too, taking her magic from a distance, from within the bookshop or even when I was in the same room as her.

She didn’t need any sustenance or real care from me; I was only looking after my newest magical power source, because I had seen how useful she was to me, how I could cast stronger and stronger spells, revelling in my newfound power. If I had known that such a thing was available to me, well… In my true form, my succubus form that was draconian to human standards but fairly typical succubus fare otherwise, I clenched my hand into a fist, unable to withstand baring my teeth in a feral grin.

There was nothing human left to her, though I hesitated to call her a woman. Gale had become a throbbing, tingling mass of breasts and horse cocks and balls, no more than that. I would have been hard-pressed, if I had poked and prodded her, to discover a spare inch of skin on her that was not a cock or a pair of balls or even a breast. Sometimes, I didn’t know where the “base” of her was, for there most certainly was not a pair of human buttocks left for her to sit on. Only the balls that I had transformed her backside into, though she had conveyed to me at the time of transformation, through our magical connection, that she had wanted that. I couldn’t figure out it still — but that did not make it true.

And did a human even have to want to be transformed for me to do with them as I willed? I was starting to figure out, bit by bit.

She changed every day, the glorified blob of genitalia. It was such a crude term to refer to Gale as, but, well, I knew from my connection with her, during the transformation and afterwards, that that was just how she would have liked to be talked about. So crass…but I liked it.

As a succubus, perhaps I should have been more “into”, as the humans put it, dark magic, dark things, things that change the course of time and destroy lives. For that was exactly what I had done to Gale, even if she did not see it that way. Or maybe that was what she wondered, now that she had lived as a blob for a few weeks.

I checked on her, of course, even when I was not using her as a power source. More out of fascination than anything else, because she didn’t need anything, self-sustaining and trapped in an infinite deluge of orgasms. I supposed I could see just how that would be pleasurable.

And yet I wanted something more from her as I took up an audience with her in the small room, the narrower walls pressing in on her right side where Gale had somehow shifted to squeeze against it. It must have been the force of so many orgasms, but, well, the grate would take care of most of that clean-up so that I did not have to dirty my magic with it.

I reached out to her, clawed fingers pressing to my temples as I tapped into my power. I had been able to connect with her, since her transformation under my curses, but never with words. That was all due to change that day. If I had anything to say about it, that was…

I’d waited until the opportune time, until my magic brimmed over. It was even late at night, when the thin veil between the mortal realm and the supernatural one was at its thinnest, allowing me to use more power than I could ever have dreamed of. I had to admit: it was addictive. Maybe that was precisely what pushed me over the edge. But it did not matter.

The woman resided there, in the other realm, her consciousness floating in a room and a space much like the one that her physical body was contained within. She did not have a body there either, merely a sense of her being and consciousness, and I opened the door to it with a greedy grin. It was not as if Gale, one way or the other, could do anything to stop me.

On the contrary, she was gonna help me.

“Gale…” I said slowly, letting my voice flow, wrapping around her, drawing her mental attention. “Gale. Gale. Listen to my voice. This is Sylvia, the succubus. Your name is Gale. Remember who you are. Listen to my voice.”

Simple words, most likely, would be best, though it was hard to say how far she had gone. I’d reached some impressions before, emotions too, though little more than that.

Yet, that time, I was strong enough and able to feed a little more of that energy and magic back to Gale. After all, she was gonna be very useful to me.

“Gale,” I said, trying to soften my tone, though excitement brimmed through, colourful and blossoming, the connection. “Do you hear me?”

I felt her assent, a confused swirl of emotions — then coloured with the arousal of yet another ejaculation. I made sure my physical body was stood back far enough to not be in her way, for I didn’t want to clean that mess off my skin, not even as a succubus where it would, most likely, slide straight off, leaving a glistening trail in its wake. But I could not contain my excitement, the pulse of my heartbeat drumming in my ears, unable to help myself, though it was not as if I wanted to stop myself either.

I just needed her, what Gale could give me.

“Gale… How are you?”

That was clear, at least, the rush of emotion, the joy, the shared bliss. I trembled, though had to take a mental step back from it. It was not my fetish, it was not my emotion, though there was a small part of me, a very small part indeed, that was a little more settled by knowing that Gale was still happy with her fate. It was not as if I could undo any of her transformed curses, anyway, so it really was the only option there.

“I need information from you… I want to know if you have anyone else that…” I struggled with the words, not wanting to turn Gale off from the idea too quickly. “Well, you said you talked to others that liked transformations, like yours, before. I want to know if you can put me in touch with the others.”

She sent a mental image to Gale of her phone, but Gale didn’t have the words, even though her response was positive. There was no negative in the tangled swirl of emotions, though one thing that made communicating with Gale harder than anything else. Yet it was what Gale had wanted and it was something that I was more than eager to work around.

“Your phone… Is there anyone on your phone that you talked to about transformations? Someone I can contact?”

The image came instantly, though there were too many blurry figures in there for me to make them all out straight away. But that was okay, because I could discover a way to make it work, to pick out one figure from all the rest. At the bare minimum, there were five — five! That was amazing, even to me, that so many would want to be transformed, but that was just because I wondered it would be more interesting to begin with someone that wanted it as Gale had.

I chose one, the image of a blonde woman that was the clearest, asking Gale to sharpen and enhance it, to fill in her details. She was pretty, in a simple yet conventional kind of way, the defining notes of her features seeming as if the image had been picked out of a photograph: all made up with makeup and, of course, showing off the woman’s best side. In the “picture”, the woman seemed to be at a ski resort of some kind, high-quality earmuffs on her head, a pure white. Her long, blonde hair was lightly curled as if it had been styled that way precisely for that very photo, though I couldn’t say that that was something that interested me. Her blue eyes were bright, yet innocent, and a sense of wealth emanated from her.

I should have known: I’d dealt with more than enough humans in my time, after all.

My excitement, however, to have a woman that may well be my next victim right there in my mental sight was not something to be contained.

“Who is this, Gale?”

A flickering flame greeted me, Gale quick to respond. But it was not the name that I needed. My brow furrowed as I fed her a little more energy, trying to shape her mind for the form of mental speech. It would take time, but I was impatient.

“Fire?”

No, that wasn’t the right answer.

“Burning?”

Closer, but still not right, I felt her sense of disagreement. Gale made the image of the flame smaller.

“Oh…” I pursed my lips. “Ember?”

Ah, so that was the right one — what a pretty name for someone to be cursed! If I had been a different sort of demon, I could have sent her pretty little “Ember” right down to the fiery pits of hell.

But I wasn’t gonna do that. I was gonna do something much worse to her.

“Can I contact her on your phone?”

I didn’t feel the need to tell Gale what I had planned, for there was a part of me that rather wondered that she would not have wanted to give me access to her phone if she knew I was gonna transform her friend too. Who knew what was cooking in that girl’s mind? She was the one that wanted to be cursed, after all?

But Gale gave me everything, showing me an image of her phone and how she went to the contacts, finding Ember’s name there, her online contact details and her direct phone number. There seemed to be multiple methods to contact her, but there was something there about a roleplaying community too, one that had started on a forum, long ago, apparently, but moved to more instant messaging type services. One of them seemed linked to the phone, while the other needed to be logged into online. Gale showed me a picture of her using that one at her computer, though I could have done without the flickering mental image of her masturbating at the same time.

Ugh…

Transforming and making use of my raw power, yes. Watching humans get their rocks off, no, most certainly not. Some things never changed for me and that was okay too. I didn’t have to all the time be into everything that Gale revealed to me, for her story was told and done. It was my story that I was interested in, after watching with the passion that she had ended hers.

Everything that I needed was given to me, all except for how to get onto the phone.

“Gale, I need you to show me how to get onto the phone. I just want to talk to Ember, to see what it is that humans like about this.”

The lie slipped smoothly from my lips, though it was foreign to me. I did not typically lie and yet I revelled in that one, as if something had changed in me. Not that I had actively tried to avoid lying before, but I just had to say that I hadn’t wondered about it, not really.

To lie and to deceive… It stirred up something demonic inside me that I could not put a name to. As a succubus, I didn’t have to give it any name. In that way, it could simply be.

But Gale, oh, Gale… Gale would all the time surprise me, wouldn’t she? She was the one to open that world of depravity and transformation to me, showing what my powers could curse others with, against their will or not, and it still seemed that she had more to give me.

It came in a push, strangely present. A rush of emotion, tangled around that woman, that Ember… My victim.

“What is it, Gale?”

The arousal was clear from her and I withdrew from it in distaste, shaking my head. It wasn’t that I did not know what it was, but I could not appreciate it, not then, not when I needed something far greater from her. Yet that very arousal twisted into half a picture, as if I was seeing it through a blurry lens or as if the words had run off the page, streaming with damp and water. I was still a bookseller, after all…

There, the blurry image sharpened, showing me parts of a body, blonde hair, lips parted in a silent moan. A picture could be shown, in pieces, but not the sounds, not while Gale’s strength was still growing, finding what was to be her in such a form. The skin of the human in the image that Gale gave me bulged and blossomed, swelling into breasts — so many breasts! Like Gale’s arm had done before, the woman shrank and became less mobile, though I could only see pieces of her limbs, sometimes as much as an arm and her chest at once.

Ember. It had to be Ember, the woman’s lips parting in a silent scream as a bulging cock bloomed from them, spilling from her lips as if it was a second tongue. From the image, there was no telling whether the cock that pushed from the woman’s mouth was her tongue, transformed, or just a new cock, roughly forcing her tongue out of the way as her mouth was put to far better use.

It was clear, even though I had not expected it. I could not expect it, not truly, not even then, but my heart lurched, pounding almost uncomfortably. The next step was nigh and, oh, how I craved it.

Apparently, however, Gale was even more depraved than I had wondered.

“Gale…” I said with a smile, letting her feel my amusement through our mental connection. “Do you want me to do to this Ember…what I have done to you? Is that making you aroused, right now?”

Her embarrassment coloured, though Gale did not retreat mentally. Perhaps even she was too far gone to know what that sort of humiliation was.

It didn’t matter. I sent her the image of the phone, agreeing with her ask instantly, though I was keen, too keen, all to get started. If Gale felt that, well, it was really none of my company, not in that way.

“Six…”

I leaned forward mentally, rapt to attention. What was that? What did it refer to?

“Six…” Gale seemed to take a long time pushing out the numbers to me, though I did not mind her taking her time, not when she was giving me exactly what I needed. “Nine… Seven… Six… Nine.”

Again.

“Six, six…” Gale’s mental voice seemed stronger that time, though I sensed that she didn’t have all that much energy, not enough to keep talking to me even through our connection for longer. “Nine, seven, six…nine.”

And then one word.

“Phone.”

Ah. My heart leapt, pounding in triumph, an intoxicating rush of endorphins shooting through my system. Her phone — her passcode!

I severed our connection, not thinking anything more of Gale. She would be just fine there and, even then, I knew that there was nothing more that I could entertain her with. She already had more than enough of her own entertainment there, locked in orgasm, a type of capturing curse that forced her to be present in the moment, all the time awake, never sleeping, all the time orgasming.

It was what she wanted and, with Gale’s phone and passcode and everything I needed in hand, I had no further use for her. Maybe, before, I would have been more considerate about her, but, well…

I didn’t think any more about it.

I had to speak to Ember

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Ember

I lay back on my bed, bored, one foot kicked off it. I was often bored, which was why I more often than not spent a lot of time talking with my friends, but that didn’t often leave me with all that much to do when they had signed out for the night. The early hours were the most annoying for me, though the time let my mind run amok. Vaguely, I considered going back to university to study another course, though there was some promising job for me in a non-profit, something to do with a marketing role. I had never done marketing, of course, but my father’s connections had helped me get whatever job I wanted so far. I liked to think that I wasn’t so far gone in a more luxurious sort of life that I didn’t appreciate what I had.

But when things came easily, it let my mind wander more than it should have.

Ding!

I glanced at my phone, my pyjama top sliding off my shoulder as I sat up.

“Gale?”

Damn, I hadn’t heard from her in…like…forever! Well, it felt like forever to me, Gale going off the grid one day and I’d wondered that that had been that for our friendship. Of course, I’d worried, as anything could have happened to her, but I did think that there would have been someone else that knew something, if something genuinely bad had happened. As it was, no one in our little TF community had known anything about her really, not other than me, not as much as me.

Gale: I didn’t think it would be this easy to contact you.

I sighed, furrowing my brow, re-reading the text message. What on earth did Gale mean?

Me: Where have you been? We were worried! And what do you mean about contacting me? Are you ok?

Gale: I’ve given the girl what she wanted. Gale can not talk to you right now.

I sighed. That was weird… But Gale had all the time been weird, one way or the other.

Me: That’s not funny, Gale, people have been really worried.

Gale: This isn’t Gale.

I rolled my eyes.

Me: Sure, sure… Then who is it?

The next message took longer to come than it should have, as if Gale was writing an essay of a message.

Gale: The succubus who has given your friend everything that she ever dreamed of. She’s been cursed, you see, nothing more and nothing less than a blob of horse cock and balls, breasts all over her body. Well, if you could even call it a body.

Gale: She’s not got a body anymore, not really, arms shrunk, legs shrunk… I had to use some of her flesh, after all, to fuel the balls that her buttocks were growing into, all for her to sit on, at first. She can not do anything now, not even recognisable to you, just quivering, just spurting. There’s so much cum and mess from her, I wouldn’t have believed it if I had not seen it with my own eyes.

I sighed, leaning back on the bed, holding the phone above me. What was Gale doing? It was crazy, utterly crazy… Gale must have been roleplaying or something, but to leap straight into that without even telling me what was going on… I mean, that was just like her, all the time a little bit “out there”, maybe even more so than the rest of us in the weird transformation community. We did like weird things and it was strange for us to talk about the sexually explicit things that we liked with such openness and intimacy…but it was the way it was.

Me: Yeah, come on. Can you stop playing with me now?

Gale: I’m not playing with anyone and I’ll make that clear to you soon enough. Don’t you want this too?

I couldn’t help but shiver. Oh… Oh, yes. Even though Gale had only said a little, so far, that did not mean that I was not ever so slightly turned on by the vague description that she had let on so far. Even then, I pressed my thighs together, wanting it.

To be forced into climax, my senses dulled except for that perception of orgasm, covered in so many cocks like a human cock-u-bine… Well, the word had worked in my head and, for the matters of fantasy, I didn’t give a damn whether it was wrong or not.