#demonic tf
“…And here we are!” The dark robbed woman holding Mary’s shoulder exclaimed with a nervous excitement as they reached the large bonfire where everyone had gathered.
“I uh, didn’t realize it was a costume party.” Mary scanned the crowd of people, the firelight casting light in a way that made the pointed hoods obscure their faces, though she could feel the eyes watching her. “Adam never said anything about robes.”
“Yes… Adam.” The older woman waved her arm, dark billowing fabric trailing with it as she gestured to one of the figures, who gave the slightest bow. “Adam has been crucial in this year’s festivities, his recruitment techniques are the reason we were able to finally gather enough for the ceremony, he did fill you in on the details of the ceremony right?”
“Ceremony?” Mary questioned. “I thought this was a party, what is going o-”
The older woman hushed her and sighed. “Now now, I’ll explain everything. I do apologize for the cloak and dagger routine, it’s a tradition you see. Complete transparency though, this isn’t as much a party, as a ceremony to celebrate the season. We…” she gestured to the figures circling the large bonfire. “Are all here to celebrate the gifts of our dark lord.”
“D-dark lord, what the hell is-”
“Hell indeed. Now, if you could kindly wait a moment, I’ll explain. This is a dark ritual, with intent to curry favor with the dark energies from the afterlife, and yes, your participation is compulsory. Technically, a soul is only able to be given willingly, so your immortal spirit is in no danger. Physically, you will be blessed by the powers of darkness, and some sort of change is inevitable.”
Mary blinked, the speech from the older hooded figure was surreal, she sounded like she was trying to talk her into buying a timeshare, not joining them in this hellish ritual sacrifice.
“While you will physically become a demon technically… we can’t actually force you to give up your human soul. I do encourage you to relinquish your soul, but the choice is ultimately yours. Either way, you will possess wondrous new powers enough mystical power to at least be able to hide your form with a glamour, so this doesn’t need to change anything. I mean, I do encourage you to embrace the fiery embrace of our dark lord, but consider this just an introduction with benefits. Now, if you will please stand here on this platform.”
She ushered her onto a small raised stone dais, and two of the more burly hooded figures stood to either side of her in case she tried to escape. Did she really need to escape though? Maybe it was the soothing timbre of the elderly woman’s voice or the pleasant warmth of the bonfire on the cold Halloween night, but this didn’t feel nearly as demonic as it ought to.
Mary stood there in a trance, watching as the older woman read aloud from a book bound in what she hoped was not human skin, waiting as the gathering of disciples chanted back what she spoke in a feverish chorus of adoration. Eventually, the ritual seemed ready to draw to a close, and Mary was caught off guard when the woman approached her and then pushed her backwards into the fire.
It should have burned.
It should have been burning her, but other than the discomfort of landing on the stack of wood, there was no pain. In fact, the discomfort of the wood vanished rather quickly, a burning warmth engulfed her, and she felt herself lift from her physical form.
The group was silent, waiting with hushed breaths. They had never actually gathered enough disciples for this ritual, and none were sure how it was supposed to go exactly. Enough time passed that they had started to get nervous, and it was only the truly faithful who kept in bowed submission.
Suddenly the flames shot upwards, the bonfire blasting out a wave of heat the knocked those skeptical initiates from their feet and left those worshiping to bask in a moment of the warmth of the hellish flames. From the flames emerged a burning shape, and as the flames surrounding it died, the now nude shape of Mary stepped out.
It wasn’t the same Mary that had been tossed on to the fire though, Mary’s eyes burned with a red light as intense as the flames as she looked at those before her. Twin horns broke free from her tangle of blonde curls, pointing upwards to the sky like accusational fingers, and a long spade-tipped tail curled around her leg. She ran her clawed hand up her torso, dragging her claws across both sets of breasts.
The old woman had not lied, Mary could hear the group speaking in reverent tones with her large pointed ears. Grinning, Mary stretched and two huge leathery wings unfolded from behind her, she felt… powerful. She maneuvered new muscles and with a series of heavy flaps he lifted off the ground and ascended into the moonlit sky above the gathering of awestruck figures.
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Thirteen Days of Halloween TFs 2: Day 9 Hellhound
* WHY DO YOU RESIST ME? BE A GOOD LITTLE DOG AND ACCEPT YOUR FATE, ACCEPT ME… *
The sickening voice thundered in her head again and she thrashed and howl. She clutched at her necklace, a holy symbol of her faith and even though it burned her hand as she held it, the hot white light of it helped her to resist the call. Regardless of her attempts to resist the oppression of the demonic force, her body had begun to succumb to the corruption. hair and spiked protrusions gave her once soft and charming form a bestial look, and her features were slowly becoming more canine the longer this went on.
She had come into the forest on Halloween night to prove a point. It didn’t matter if a forest was supposedly cursed, or if people thought there was a portal to hell somewhere in the woods. As long as you had faith you would be fine. Now as the unseen entity cackled inside of her head she thought of the others who had gone missing, the others who were soon to be her pack mates if she couldn’t contest this demon.
* STRUGGLE ALL YOU LIKE DOG, YOU WILL FALL BEFORE ME AS SO MANY ALREADY HAVE. THE SUN IS SETTING AND YOUR TIME IS NIGH, GIVE IN! *
She almost let out a canine howl as her spine twisted and pushed into a whip like tail that grew heavy spikes at the end. Her nose was completely changed and she could smell the sulfurous odor of brimstone on the wind. Her head throbbed as to massive horns burst free from either side of her head, pushing her nos thin and pointed ear to the top of her head. Suddenly the demon attacked with one last rush of power and she dug her hands into the earth and clenched her jaw. Hair covered most of her body and thick bony spines pierced the length of her back along her spine. The demon shouted obscenities and curses while demanding she obey his will and become on of his hellhounds.
Just as her eyes turned black she managed to assert her will one last time. The talisman at her neck was blindingly bright and she felt the force within her get ripped asunder and it’s ashes blow away on the breeze as it howled in defeat. The howling wind echoed through the woods mournfully and the girl collapsed the the earth with ragged breaths.
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The following day she would awaken to find that while she had bested the demon, faith alone was not enough to remove the corruption that had tainted her form. She was trapped somewhere between a human and one of the hounds of hell. If she was to ever find a way to become human again she would certainly have to pit herself against the forces of evil…
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She pouted her lips and gave her best come hither look, it was perfect. Her new lipstick matched her red latex corset and heel so well, she had never felt so sexy. She smiled as she sat the tube of ‘Possession Red’ lipstick on her dresser and went to take her heels off. As she sat on the bed and gave them a tug she became quite confused. As hard as she pulled they would not budge. They actually felt wet, like they had melted. When she pulled her hand away long strands of shiny red latex clung from the shoes to her hands.
Now the latex started to slowly move up her legs and arms, she was starting to freak out, something wasn’t right. Even her corset started to melt and loose definition, quickly covering her tits and leaving her nipples exposed and looking like they were made of latex.
She gave her nipple a pinch for some reason, and was surprised at how much it still felt like it was her skin. She could feel all the areas with the latex on them even… even the spike of the shoes heel as if it were part of her now.
She was paralyzed with a mix of fear, confusion, and arousal. She couldn’t help but marvel at how sexy the shape of her body was encased in latex even if it was the weirdest thing that she could imagine. She groaned loudly as her spine suddenly started growing into a tail, a tail with a spaded tip. Seconds later two small horns grew out of her forehead and she winced at the painful prick.
Horns, heels for feet, red, a spade tail… was she turning into… She remembered the name of her lipstick and the probable cause of her transformation. 'Possession Red’ She was turning into a latex demon, some kind of succubus.
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