The 'communication' room in Magenta's warehouse was smallish, and the floor was oddly padded, cushioned. The walls, and the ceiling too, judging by the look of them. Any furniture that might normally have been in here had been removed. It was uniformly dark, demonic purple, and lit from no apparent source. Besides Magenta and myself, who were only really peeking in through the doorway, there was one other occupant.
In one corner, doing her best to pretend she didn't exist, was a normal, human woman.
She was damn near the most beautiful thing I'd ever seen. Naked, sure, but her breasts were smallish, slightly uneven. She was doing her best to cover both of them, as well as her crotch. Her black hair was matted, sweat-slick, and the sweat had gathered on her darkly tanned olive skin, as well. She was shaking terribly as she glared at us, brown eyes hateful and fearful both. She was covered in small imperfections, skin scarred, or pocked, a mole on one arm, some little acne on her back. Her ribs were starting to show.
Not traditionally what you'd think of as beautiful.
But fuck me if she wasn't anyway. I hadn't seen anyone like her in ages, and certainly not since I'd Alped. Except Charlotte, of course, but her collar protected her from our senses. I couldn't tell how corrupted she was or wasn't. This woman though? She'd barely taken in any demonic energy at all. She was so… so pure, so… empty. Wow…
I turned to Magenta, frowning, tearing my eyes away from the woman, doing my best to ignore the effort that took. I had a sneaking suspicion where this was going, and I didn't like it.
"Well? She's fucking hot, right? Doesn't she just get you going?"
I wanted to agree. She was. She did.
Instead, I said, "What did you say to her? She looks terrified." I tried to frown, tried to ignore the woman all my senses were screaming at me about.
Magenta smirked at me. "The truth. That I was gonna bring another Demon to meet her, that's you, by the way, and that you were gonna show her her new religion."
I stared at her, gormlessly.
"You know? Fucking? Her new religion is sex." Magenta added, when I failed to jump the woman.
"…No, I… I understood that when you implied it… I just… Is this how you do things? You lock women in rooms and do sex at them until they like it?"
Magenta frowned. "Well, no. There's usually a lot more to it when I do it for me, but I wanted you to have space to find your own technique. It's a very personal thing, the first time you turn someone. It's important to do it however feels right for you."
Well… shit.
Magenta smirked at me as I quickly shut the door and turned to her, livid.
"No. No, I'm not doing this. Not participating in this… this thing you do." Even though I want to. Even though my instincts screamed. "I'm not sure why you thought I would!" I lied, brazenly. The anger helped to sell it, I hoped.
She got right up in my face, her skin smelling slightly of something floral. Her breath, however, smelled like cum.
It made me hungrier.
"Lyle, honey," her tail slid up the outside of my thigh, not quite enough pressure to break my surface tension. Teasing me with the potential penetration. "You're going to have to do this eventually."
I crossed my arms. It felt petulant more than indignant. "That's not true. I… have to eat, yeah, but… she's not food."
"She's the best kind of food, Lyle. Food for the soul."
Her tail slid to the inside of my thigh. My own started questing in a similar way across her body. I had a lot more control over myself than I would have as an Incubus, but it's still less than I'd had when I was fully human.
"Turning women into monsters is what we're for, Lyle. It's what a Demon is, what it means to be like us. Our souls screamed out to the Demon Lord and she gave us the power to enact our wildest fantasies, and now we return the favor. That girl in there, she thinks she hates us, that's she's terrified, but she's wrong, she's just sad, just repressed. A taste of pleasure will break that barrier down and she'll be grateful you did it. It'll be like nothing you've ever felt, I promise."
I sighed, opening the door again. I wasn't going to get anywhere talking to Magenta, she was a zealot, but I could try talking to her, at least. "Okay, okay just… just stay outside. You can watch from out here."
Magenta drew herself up indignantly before a small smile slowly crept onto her face. She became visibly more aroused as it did, the tiny slice of fabric covering her crotch soaking further, and her nipples tightening as her entire body flushed from its normal blue to a slightly darker purple.
"So you want to be alone with her, do you? You little minx. Alright, just remember, you can't pussy out. If you leave the room without her undying devotion, I'll make her regret it."
The woman in the corner whimpered a little. I grimaced in sympathy. Magenta was mostly talk, she just… liked to create a certain atmosphere. But that atmosphere could be scary enough on its own, and at the end of the day, while I wasn't certain she meant it, she might well carry through; after all, she was still a monster.
But, then again… So was I.
Steadfastly ignoring the dripping sensation trailing down my legs, I waited for Magenta to leave, before I sat myself down in to the opposite corner from the woman, and settled in for the long haul. The damndest thing was that Magenta or not, this woman wouldn't make it out of the city. Even if I took her by the hand and led her out, while somehow resisting pinning her down myself… and just the thought of that was getting me wet, so I didn't think it was super likely, but even if… well, there were more than enough Mamono giving off more than enough energy that the passive corruption alone meant she'd monsterize before we reached the city limits.
Magenta apparently carried her in by air, but I wasn't dumb enough to think I could put her body that close to mine with any kind of restraint.
The point was, once way or another, she was as good as done. That probably wasn't going to lift her spirits if I said it out loud, but Magenta probably already told her, frankly. She'd have done it just to see the look on her face, both now, and when she was thanking her for it later, after her transformation.
I sat in the corner, considering my approach and avoiding looking at her, both to seem less threatening, and to let myself cool down a little. I tried to match her posture, somewhat, but putting my hands anywhere near my breasts was a terrible idea at the moment. My pussy was desperate for something, anything to touch its over-sensitive skin, so I fought to keep it from so much as brushing the floor. It was really odd to me that that part of me was any more sensitive than the rest, given that I was slime everywhere, not just there, and I could actually probably make a vagina appear anywhere I wanted, but dwelling on thoughts like that tended to just make me more sensitive everywhere else, rather than provide any relief for my arousal, so…
Ultimately, I suspected that I not only failed to mirror her properly, but that I also looked kinda stupid.
I looked over at her, self-consciously.
Yep. She's staring.
I blushed. "Sh-shut up." I muttered, feeling a little petulant. "I'm trying to be less horny, it's… just not working very well."
She looked away, and so did I. A steady dripping sound echoed as the silence stretched.
Fuck I'm horny.
I waited a little longer, before giving up, and fidgeting, starting to switch my position. Her eyes tracked me as I moved, cautious, alert… which meant she had a great view when I slipped in a puddle of my own cum, and splashed my slimy ass down on to the floor, collapsing into a sad, sopping, formless mess. I jiggled there grumpily for a few moments, embarrassed, and not eager to reform. I still had a vague sense of my surroundings, but I really didn't want to see the look on her face right now.
Eventually, though, I bubbled back up, facing my corner, so I didn't have to look at her.
"Please don't laugh."
"…You're a Slime? I thought you were a Demon?" She asked, quietly.
"Technically…" I said, "technically I'm an Alp."
"Oh. Oh. I… see." She sounded… sympathetic? "So when she said I was your first…"
I turned around, slowly. "Yeah, I… I've been putting it off."
"Oh." She said. We both fell silent again. Alps were pretty commonly known to adapt slowly to being a Monster. It's one of the reasons they're so well known, despite being kinda rare. It was judged important that people know that it can happen to men too, and not to trust them if it did, no matter how clear-headed they seemed. We all fall eventually. I'd hold myself back as long as possible, but… this room was about as sealed as things could get. Just my passive demonic aura would 'cook' her eventually, and… once she got hot enough, she'd beg me to take her. I'd be able to resist that for… probably ten seconds, maximum.
"For what it's worth," I said, "I really am sorry."
She was silent for a while, then, "It… isn't worth much. But… I think I do believe you. …For whatever that's worth."
Not a lot.
"Why, uh… why don't you tell me a little about yourself? We both know where this is going to go, but… there's no reason not to be friendly until then, right?"
She gave me a look. One that screamed; 'I'd rather gnaw off my left arm'.
"Not… not to put too fine a point on it, but it isn't like you have to worry about me capturing you when your guard's down."
She choked out a surprised, bitter laugh, nearly falling over from the involuntary response, then she sighed, her glare softening a little. "…I guess not."
I waited another few minutes while she gathered herself.
"My name is… Elsie." I flinched.
Magenta had hunted down a name she knew I'd have history with, the same name as the girl from the dream, the one Magenta herself had failed to turn into a Demon, the one who'd been fucking multiple men at once. 'This is what's at stake', I could almost hear her say, 'so, don't fuck it up.'
Elsie continued, "I am… I was a student at a magical college in Chalté. Not studious enough to identify a disguised Demon, I suppose."
Magenta was a pretty strong Demon anyway. Being that she had an empire built on supplying sexual fantasy dreams to the masses and all.
"I… I grew up on a farm. I accidentally turned one of our pigs blue, and… well, the guards passed it up the chain. Studying to be a mage for the crown isn't a bad life, and I was able to send some money home, to friends and family…"
She looked for a moment like she might be overcome. Family, friends, maybe even someone she liked…? Not the sort of thing that's comforting in a situation like this. Any other time sure, but… by this time tomorrow she'd be plotting to fuck at least one of the people on that list, statistically.
I tactfully avoided saying that aloud.
"I'd been doing that for some time when, well…" She paused. "You said you're an Alp?"
I nodded, not wanting to interrupt while she actually talking to me.
"So you'd know, then." She said, "It's just… it's so hard to keep to what they tell you to. I felt so closed in, so controlled. I needed a place where I could let the pressures out…"
She looked at me, frustrated.
"So I went somewhere I knew I shouldn't have. A bar, on a bad side of town."
Ah. Yeah, that'd do it.
From the look she gave me, I knew I'd let my understanding show.
"Yeah, I guess I was too tempting a target. Someone routinely inside castle grounds security, out and about on her lonesome. It didn't happen the first time, or the fifth, but eventually, she found me."
I frowned, nodding.
"Did she get you too?" She asked.
I shook my head. "Love of my life came back from the dead. A Lich."
Her eyes widened. Liches had a reputation.
"Oh." She said.
"Yeah, nothing I could do. In my grief, nothing I wanted to. Not that I regret it, I admit." I smiled lightly, but she wouldn't meet my eye.
She shuffled lightly, sitting a little more comfortably rather than crouching. Now that she was leaning back against the wall, her legs, knees, and feet were sufficient to protect her modesty, and she freed up her arms.
"So…" I said.
"So." She said.
"I… um…" I continued, awkwardly. "There's uh… well, there's a couple way this can go."
She stared at me, unimpressed.
"I mean; I assume… I assume you don't want to let yourself go wild?" I ventured, carefully. "We could just… sit here until you turn, but you'd be a Succubus. You know what that means."
She glowered. "That wouldn't be me."
"I…" This was hard. "I don't think that's quite true. We aren't defined by our limitations, at least, not alone. We're also defined by the things we can do. Just because… you'd lose some limitations you've placed on yourself, that doesn't mean you'd become less yourself. At least, I don't think so."
She stayed quiet.
"I… When Sally came back from the dead, she was a little different, a little more aggressive, but still the woman I knew. I wouldn't have gone with her if I didn't believe that." I continued. "The thing is, the difference between what she did, and what happens to a lot of women, is that instead of letting the pressure mount until she broke, she found a way to redirect it towards her own aims."
I smiled.
"She's good at that."
Elsie narrowed her eyes at me. "You think I should lean in."
I hesitated. "I think… I think you could. If this is going to happen either way, why not try to guide it? If you're lost outside in the woods, you don't just… lie down, do you? You do something to turn it to your advantage. The trees can be shelter, with a little work. If you know what to look for, you can find food and water. Maybe you can't get out on your own, but… that doesn't mean it's over, does it? Some people live out there quite happily, you know?"
She huffed.
"Well," I said, "Think about it. If you have to cross a river, you don't let someone just pick you up and fling you in, you plan a crossing and you take some tools and you wind up exactly where you mean to. If you fight all the way up to the end, the snap as it overtakes you is going to be more dramatic, you'll be flung into the deep end by the sheer force of it, and when it washes you away, who knows where you'll come up for air? You can pick your place and wade in, though. There's still a chance you'll get swept up, but… That chance is better than nothing, right?"
Her shoulders sagged, just a little.
"This transformation will define you if you let it." I said, "so define it first."
She looked up at me, and I thought, maybe, I'd made a connection there, touched on something real, something even I was struggling with.
"And," I said, with renewed vigor, "You don't have to do it alone. I want to help you through it, and out the other side, if you'll have me."
Oh!
"Sorry, I forgot! Let me introduce myself."
I stood up, walking slowly closer, and held out my hand.
"Hi, Elsie, it's nice to meet you. My name is Lilac."
