A black ring appeared around her, a glowing red star of six points floating in the center of it. A puff of red smoke that smelt of brimstone accompanied the arrival of the naked incubus, and he rolled his taut, muscular shoulders and observed the room he had been called to. Chrstina fell to her knees and groveled, babbling incoherently. Amdusias folded his arms and flicked the pointed tail that extended from the base of his spine. His commanding, powerful gaze locked on Christina’s, and he cupped her chin and made her rise to her feet. “What’s the matter girly? What was so important you dragged me from a lovely evening with Shax, Balam’s Instruments and a brand new whip?” “Cant you see?” Shouted Christina, waving her arms at the scene before her. Somehow the priest seemed ignorant of the demon’s appearance, as well as Christina’s volume. Likely another of the demon’s spells. “She’s dying! My mom, she’s, she’s going to fucking die! Do something, use your magic, save her!” Amdusias shook his head and closed his eyes. “And it was made of fresh sinews, such a waste. Anyways girly, you know how these things work. We need to make a deal, an agreement, a contract.” “Why does it, sorry master, cant you just save her? For me? Please, she’s all I have left in this world!” “I would if I could Tina, believe me. But you need to invite my powers, you need to offer me something in exchange for my talents.” “Fine, whatever you want, do you want my ass? Do you want to tie me down and rape me, offer me to a dozen lesser demons and watch? Anything, just please save her!” “Not that simple girly. This is a big thing, saving a life, and it takes a big offering. No amount of depravity can equal what you want done; I need something more from you. The ultimate payment. A life for a life. A soul for a soul.” He waved his clawed hands and a sheaf of parchment appeared with a puff of red smoke. It was covered in infernal runes she couldn’t recognize, but there was a long blank line for a signature, that much she could tell. “Just put your finger here girly, that’s all you need to do,” he said, grinning, his infernal eyes alight. “Just sign and she’s saved, free to live the remainder of her life. If you care that much about her then this should be an easy choice. She gave life to you, she brought you into this world. Now you should repay her, girly. Save her.” Christina’s throat felt dry, her vision blurry from the quantity of tears she had shed. She watched dumbly as her mothers life slowly left her body, watching as, second by second, she slowly came closer to death. “You can save her girly,” whispered Amdusias, rubbing her shoulder affectionately. “You have that option. You have that power. Its all up to you Christina. You can save her. Just put your finger here, sign the contract.” Christina swallowed, months of conditioning and abuse weighing down on her, compelling her to reach for the document. But something else worked within her. Some small portion of her being that still had a shard of decency, gave her pause. “No,” she said, resolute and grim, “No I wont do it. You can do whatever you want to me; choke me, rape me, make those awful little bugs crawl all over me but I wont do it. You’re asking too much master, you can’t make me do this.” Amdusias snarled, baring his sharp teeth. He hunched over and thrashed his tail, spreading his wings to make him appear much, much larger. “Then she’ll die Christina! Your stupid stubbornness will kill your mother, you’ll hold on to your pitiful little spirit while she dies! DIES! Will that make you happy tiny-tits? Knowing she’s dead because of your pride?” Christina did her best to stand up, to face the incubus and look him in his hypnotizing, entrancing eyes. “Then we’ll make a different deal, a new contract. You’ll get a soul. You’ll get a dozen, a hundred, however many you want.” “Oh, and how you go about doing that girly?” Smoldered the demon. “Make me like you.” The demon’s eyes widened and it took a step back, the monster appearing genuinely surprised. “Make you what? Christina stood up straighter, thrusting her chest out and trying to look confident. “Make me a demon, a succubus, like Shax and Laraje and all those others. Save my mother and turn me into one of you hellspawn. I’ll bring you souls, many more than just mine. Shax will teach me all I need to know, you’ll still be my master, you’ll get everything you want.” Amdusias snarled and spat, his black saliva steaming as it hit the floor. “You arrogant, thick-headed wench!” Raged the demon, his appearance seeming more bestial and monstrous as he roared. He flailed his clawed limbs before calming down, folding his arms and crossing his legs. He wrapped his tail around his crotch and frowned. Slowly, his expression changed, and a thin smile spread on his lips. “You’ve made me very proud. That’s some top-notch rules bending, worthy of yours truly. Tell me Tina, what would you do exactly, to get me my prizes?” “What you’ve done for me, master. Lead them to temptation, defile them and ruin them, make them give me, and thus you, everything until they have nothing else to give.” Amdusias nodded and a new contract appeared in his hands. He handed it to Christina, who smeared her finger on the line. It burned, as though the slim line was made of hot iron. The ink warped and ran, forming a face. Her face, her true face, not how she looked under Amdusias’ enhancements, but as she watched it warped, changed. It started with her hair. Her chestnut locks shrank, retreating into her scalp as short, white feathers grew forth to take their place. Christina cried in a mix of fear and arousal as the changes she witnessed on the paper happened to her not a moment later. Like the plumage of an owl the feathers covered her head, covering her like a hood. Her face was still exposed from beneath her plumage, a ring of dark brown feathers marking the edge of their advance. It was as though a feathery hood or helmet covered her head, and Christina shut her eyes and threw back her head as the transformation rocked her body. She gasped as her bones shuddered, warped, her shoulder blades growing long new limbs that sprouted from her back. Long feathers and pinions, a pale brown and tan grew from her wings, and they flapped on their own accord. The feathers slowly spread down up her neck and down her shoulders, back and arms, becoming fainter and fainter until they disappeared around the small of her back and her elbows. Christina felt a mix of pain and pleasure wash through her body, her shoulders both aching and signing from the strange new appendages they sprouted. Another wave of impossible sensations, both painful and pleasurable, emanated from her rear. Her tailbone stretched, causing her spine to ache. The thing coming out her back became rounded, soft, a coat of pale tan fur spotted with black coating it, and she thrashed her leopard like tail as further convulsions wracked her. Her supple, smooth legs ached as her knees bent backwards, her muscles contorting and reshaping themselves until her lower legs resembled those of a great feline, lean and powerful, with broad padded paws for feet. While her upper legs were still human in appearance, those areas that still resembled her previous form rippled and ran, dark blue and purple tattoos of that highlighted her figure appearing all over her. With a final cry of profane pleasure her eyes shot open, revealing that they were now bright, incandescent yellow, the pupil rectangular and sideways like a goat’s. “My oh my, I don’t think I’ve ever been as attracted to you, Christina. If the old hag wasn’t here I’d take your right now, and even that’s hardly holding me back.” Christina shuddered and flexed her new extremities. Her wings felt heavy, and she needed to bend her back a certain way to stand comfortably. It would be challenging to move with them, their size alone proving to be difficult to handle. Her tail seemed to move and twitch as though it had a mind of it’s own, and try as she might it was hard to control its movements. Her new feline feet were comfortable to stand on, at least, cushioning her now heavier weight like a set of thick, comfortable slippers. “She’ll live,” said Amdusias, indicating Christina’s mother with a jerk of his thumb. “Though Shax only knows how much longer she has left anyways. But now for the more pressing issue; how does it feel, Tina, to be a demon? To be bound to the abyss, a creature of sin and darkness?” Christina stumbled forward, her new legs unsure and her new weight hard to balance. Her strange eyes gazed at Amdusias’ and without a word she embraced him, wrapping her tattooed limbs around him and pressing his head into hers, kissing him deeply and passionately. Their tongues interlocked and the new succubus moaned into her master as she pressed her transformed body against him, feeling the heat of his body, her feathers brushing his toned crimson skin. “To think it took me this long,” she said, breaking the kiss. “To think you’ve felt like this, having so much power, so much, ooh, so much at your command.” “Yes girly, and now you can experience what it is to be like me. So much beautiful work you have to do, so much you need to do for me. Would you have it any other way girly?” The succubus shook her head, thinking of all the dark terrible things she would soon do. Epilogue He was terrified. Petrified with fear. But another held him immobile, kept him from fleeing these terrors. Lust. Desire. The two women that surrounded him were just as rapturously beautiful as when he had met them, perhaps more so now that their true natures were revealed. “Such a big boy,” cooed Shax as both her humanoid and serpentine head licked his cock, their tongues wrapping around the member and coating it with their wetness. Her golden orbs dangled tantalizingly before as she leaned over his prone figure. Her voluminous black hair spilled over her head, obscuring her statuesque face his crotch, but he could feel the waves of pleasure racing up his body from her attentions. His hand reached out and laid a hand on her shiny metallic shoulder, rubbing her heavily in time with her tongues’ actions. The golden demoness’ mouth came off his cock with a pop, and she threw her hair over her other shoulder and smiled at him, even as her tail continued to lick and suckle his cock. “I don’t need my magic to see how much you love these meetings. We’ve been at it how long now, three months? Four?” She crawled up atop him, straddling him with a golden, chicken-footed leg on either side of his abdomen. She bent her back low, like a feline pressing her breasts flat against him and hovering her horned visage just scant millimeters above his face, her lips brushing against his. “You want us, yes? You would do anything for us?” He nodded, his hands moving down to the small of her back, her shiny golden rump. “Your children should be proud to have such a, mmmm, attractive father. They don’t appreciate you, do they? I can see them now,” she said, here eyes aglow. “They call you weak, lazy, uncaring and cruel. How wrong they are, how terribly terribly wrong.” “We can fix that,” said another voice, harmonious and alluring. A feathered succubus had entered, crawling on all fours towards them. Her body was wrapped in a metallic harness, just barely concealing her nipples, her sex, but still showing off more than enough of her bestial appearance. “Christina, so good of you to join us,” purred the revealer, placing her hands on either side of her prey’s head, holding him possessively and pressing her breasts against his chin. Christina the Releaser crawled over to the bed and laid beside the man, folding her wings. One hand rubbed his inner thigh, another cupped Shax’s chin and brought her in for a quick, tender kiss. She flashed a sultry glance at the enraptured, terrified man before resting her feathered head on his shoulder. “We could make them love you again, make you a god in their eyes, win their undying affection and adoration,” she purred, making sure he had a good view of her bound breasts. Shax nodded in agreement as her tail continued to work his member and she curled to the other side of their prey, resting her horned, golden head on is opposite shoulder. “All you would need to do is offer us something small, something meaningless really, and they’ll be yours again for lives. Just an offering to our master, our lord marquis, a sign that your soul is ours and his.” This gave him pause, and he made to sit up, but a powerful tattooed hand against his sternum kept him prone. “Don’t fear us, would we harm you? Its just a symbol,” said Christina, whispering in his ear and coiling her feline tail around his leg. “That your body is ours to play with. And you know we love to play with it, right?” He nodded, feeling his orgasm coming as the snake continued to fellate him. “Just a simple contract, that’s all we require. Just a symbol.” Said Shax as she produced a sheet of parchment from the air. The golden demon pressed it into his hands, and he took no time in placing his finger on the line. Christina smiled and leaned over the human to kiss Shax, shuddering as she felt her rub her metallic hands through her feathers. Amdusias would be happy, this was the fastest they’d claimed a new soul for him. And when he was happy, he would reward them. Her demonic loins grew wet at the prospect of what he would do to her, and as she squeezed Shax’s breasts across their mark she felt giddy inside. There were no more doubts. No more hesitation. No more questions. This was where she belonged, and she wouldn’t have it any other way.