While exploring a ruin, Sabrith and Tay uncover a cursed choker! What could possibly go wrong?
tags: corruption, demon, girl penis, nsfw, sab & tay, transformation
TAY WAS SAYING SOMETHING, something about the Ashari choker locked around Sabrith’s neck. But the words were distant and muffled, filled with insignificant complaints and worries. Sabrith no longer had time for insignificant things.
“No,” Sabrith suddenly interrupted, her voice filling with newfound authority. She thrilled with excitement as the bothersome spellcaster fell silent. “I will not remove the artifact. You are wrong about its cursed nature, mage.”
Tay rolled her eyes. “Don’t mage me, Sab. I warned you not to put it on, and now… now what in the hells is happening?” She looked on, incredulous as blue lightning began to eat away Sabrith’s priceless armor. Within moments, the warrior wore only the collar.
Sabrith smiled down at the smaller Tay, straightening her back and bringing her full breasts toward her partner’s face. “The beauty of the Ashar will not be contained by simple vestments, mage. From this day forward, the holy craftsmanship of the Ashar will shine forth, uncloaked for all to see.”
“Aaaand that’s enough of that, Sab,” Tay said, pulling out her equipment with an annoyed huff. “There’s a reason I bought these two transmogrification potions. Between them and this little counterspell right here, we’ll get you feeling—”
A long, almost elegant claw rent deep gouges into the cover of Tay’s tome, hurling it to the ground, while another knocked away the potion she had unclipped from her belt. Tay’s surprise was nothing compared to the shock she felt when she looked up to see the… thing that Sabrith had become. In the scant moment Tay had spent rifling through her spells, her partner’s body had changed dramatically. The choker no longer hung loose around Sabrith’s neck; instead, the warrior had grown to accommodate the choker, a tall new body of svelte muscle. All of Sabrith’s extremities had darkened to a deep shade of purple, and new tattoo patterns swirled across her skin. A pair of horns had sprouted from Sabrith’s head, and as Tay looked on, they continued to grow, twisting and elongating like serpentine vines. The warrior’s bushy double tails had fused into a single, almost reptilian appendage, and her feet now ended in cloven hooves.
But despite all these changes, what caught Tay’s attention, what held her focus with a perverse strength, was the massive, ridged cock that hung between Sabrith’s legs. Dark purple at its base, the cock grew to a brilliant blue-white luminescence at its tip, glowing, throbbing, calling with terrible promise. Despite everything, Tay found herself wondering what it would be like to… to…
This demonic creature before her was a horrifying perversion of the Sabrith she loved. And yet not-Sabrith was beautiful, in a wicked way, in a way that should have repelled Tay but did not. Her planned response batted to the dungeon floor, Tay was at a loss of words, and she struggled to find the right way to rebuke the demon-Sabrith-thing, to focus on anything that wasn’t that long, glowing…
“You… have a cock now?” she managed to croak out.
Sabrith laughed, a cruel giggle that made Tay squirm. “Of course I have a cock, mage. All the queens of the Ashar do.”
Tay tried to pull her eyes away, tried to speak, tried to say anything, if only to let the drool that was pooling in her mouth out, out and onto that beautiful cock…
“Mage. Tayelle. Tay,” the new queen commanded, and Tay jerked up, her eyes meeting the beast’s and finding in them a hint of the old Sabrith. “The woman I once was loved you, and so I present you a choice. The magic of this place has already begun to change you, molding you into the form of the Ashar.”
With a growing horror, Tay realized she could feel the first little nubs of horns pushing out of her head.
“Take your remaining potion and your feeble spells. Restore yourself to your unexalted form, and leave this place, never to return.”
That should have been the end of it. There should have been no other choice.
“Or…?” Tay found herself asking.
“Or stay here with me.” Sabrith turned to gesture toward the glowing mural etched into the dungeon’s walls, a piece of art depicting one of the demon queens of Ashar. It took a moment for Tay to understand what she was supposed to see.
In the mural, the demon queen’s uplifted hands held two chokers.
Many moons ago, Sabrith Ebonclaw held a writing competition, and this story won second place! Rather unique to my stories, the competition called for writing a story for pre-existing art, in this case by Qoppa. (Not to toot my own horn, but I think my inclusion of the background murals was an inspired choice!)