Author's note: May contain nonhuman transformation, corruption, breeding, and monster sex! If you don't like that, well, get out!
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Imp Corruption Chapter 2: Abalix
"I sense no more humans in my realm," said the Great Lord.
"Yes my Lord," responded Abalix in curious anticipation, "The threat is gone."
"Good. Return to your mission."
By her 'mission' he meant being sequestered in this dungeon to guard the 5th seal. Charged to wait endlessly in boredom for all eternity!
"That's all?"
"Abalix, you try my patience. Do you think you deserve a reward for doing your duty? All you've proven is that you deserve to be where you are."
"Yes my lord," she responded with a deep bow. His reaction was expected, but it still stung. No one understood her potential.
"Oh one more thing Abalix..."
"Yes my Lord?" she asked.
"You are not as clever as you think you are," he said with a smile and his image vanished before she could retort.
She would show him!
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The mighty adventurer, Sonia, had come for the 5th seal- and to kill Abalix.
But now look at her now, Abalix thought. Abalix rubbed the imp'ess wide tummy.
"How many litters does this make?"
"Seven!" cheered the imp'ess, giving Abalix a toothy grin full of sharp fangs. The former champion of light seemed happy to be carrying another demonic brood of imp. In fact, she showed off her expanding form to Abalix with pride.
Abalix's weaponized Imp, Prime, had transformed and impregnated Sonia.
Imps were one of the weakest and least magical races of all demonkind. Their weakness left them quite rare in this savage and dangerous realm.
However, Abalix had seen their more corporeal and biological form might be the basis of true exploitation. With some work, they might increase their numbers through breeding like mortal creatures. Modifying each imp would be too difficult, and too prone to unforeseen problems. So she had crafted a single imp, Prime, who in turn could create his own mate.
"Good, good," Abalix said, marveling at her work! The little slut was proud of being impregnated! The male imp was her greatest creation, but this by-product was a magnificent tool too. The little creature was literally birthing Abalix an army.
The imps she bore were weak and genderless. But given enough time their numbers would overwhelm all within the realm...
Even the Great Lord would eventually kneel to Abalix the Creator!
"Prime attend me," Abalix called, where was her little slave?
"...," whispered Sonia rubbing her belly, hobbled over and grabbed a small bowl.
"Prime, attend me," she called out again.
"...," whispered the pregnant female imp at her knees.
"I can't hear you," she said. She leaned way down to the girl, her threadlike and shadowy form bending down like a snake hanging from a branch. "Speak up girl!"
"I told him that you wanted him to leave."
"Why did you do-" Abalix started to ask but then 'slap!' went Sonia's little hand upon her face.
The greater demon was too shocked by the slap to feel anger, instead she felt only bewilderment at first. Then she realized the affront this was.
"What are you... HOW DARE YOU!" she roared, her voice suddenly deep and dark. The eldritch lights of her fortress dimmed and the room rumbled. She gathered her power as her formed widened into a looming shadow, but she found it hard to stand, barely reaching over the tiny imp'ess.
That hit, she thought, how was it so strong? It was as if she had been struck by the Great Lord himself. Impossible, she thought, for the little imp to wound her so.
She touched her face and felt sticky liquid... Blood? No. She drew her hand back and saw none of her black demonic blood but instead a white... lotion?
Not lotion.
"I got him to leave. He listens to everything you say, does anything you command, so he would have stopped me."
"What is this!?" she cried. Abalix knew, but she didn't want to believe. The lotion on her hand burned oddly, and even stronger on her face. She gasped for breath, struggling not to fall over.
Sonia reached into the bowl, scooping out a glob of the lotion.
She turned her hand to Abalix, showing off the goop. "Prime left me a bowl of his cum," the imp'ess said cheerfully, as if Abalix would be joyed to find this out.
Abalix winced at having her fears confirmed. This was bad! She could feel the product of Prime's weapon seeping into her.
"No!" she gasped as Sonia mashed the liquid into her face. She realized too late that the backstabbing imp wasn't just showing her the cum but applying another douse.
"I'm going to kill you for this," she screeched reaching to paw it away from her eyes. "I swear!"
Abalix collapsed, curling her arms and legs up. She focused all her power on the contamination. She could feel it retreat under the force of all her might. This wouldn't stop her!
Sonia came to her side. Abalix's focus seemed to be working but it left her with no physical strength to resist as her head was tilted up to the side. Worse yet, she saw the bowl moving into view.
"Here have some more! I remember, the next douse goes in the mouth."
Abalix the Creator, demonic protector of the Great Lord's fifth seal, whimpered, "No, please."
Her pathetic pleading must have been ineffective because the bowl was pressed to her lips. Sonia tilted it forward and the accursed liquid was poured down her throat.
"Hhhrrr," Abalix moaned in frustration. Her own lips betrayed her and instinctively sucked the dangerous liquid down.
Worse, she felt the sucking grow as she swallowed down more and more of the bewitched imp semen.
"Slow down," said Sonia with a cheerful giggle.
She felt a wave of shame, unable to stop her suckling from turning into lewd slurps.
Just when she thought she would die from any more she heard, "All done!" The now empty bowl was removed from her lips. The greater demon took the respite to focus her inner might once again.
Was she doomed?
She honestly wasn't sure.
The workings of the imp-cum magic was the product of her own design. She understood how to counter it better than anyone. She had the power, the will, and the knowledge to fight it. That gave her hope.
But there was a problem. She had drank a whole bowl full of the weapon's product.
It was too much. The curse was made to taint the righteousness of light and infuse demonic essence into a human. The process of transforming a holy champion into to corrupted demon is no tiny feat. It was specifically designed to overcome the powerful natural resistance of this great change.
Unfortunately, Abalix was already a corrupted being, she was already a demon! The shift in form from her own to an imp's paled in comparison to Sonia's transformation. If she resisted directly, and fought the physical change the curse would win.
No, there was only one way to fight.
She signed in frustration, angered by her own analysis. Horrified by the truth.
She winced, and thought, I have to let it happen.
She had to 'retreat.'
The only way she could protect her core, her very being, was to let the physical aspect of the transformation happen. It was the only way to save her energy and protect her mind.
"Ohhh," she moaned as she let her form go.
Abalix felt it immediately start to morph her into a female imp, the blueprint of her own making. She knew it'd be fast, but it still shocked her. The magic swirled like a twister hitting her all at once. The strongest and most immediate was the intense contraction. Like a band stretched beyond its limit that was suddenly released, the extremities all snapped back to her core. In moments the towering demon lost half her height.
The shrinking continued, from five feet to four, but slowed its frantic pace. Then it was the expanding and bulging she couldn't ignore. Her twig like torso filled out, shaping more like a humanoid torso. But the bulging continued.
She felt her chest bubble out into two large and still growing breasts. Each she knew could produce an overflowing supply of milk. They felt heavier by the second.
She squirmed, tossing her torn and lengthy black dress to the side as it grew too narrow. From four feet to three her shrinking slowed to a crawl. Her waist thinned, feeling as if it pushed its essence into her hips and ass.
She took the shape designed to sexuality entice, namely Prime, and wide hips crafted to bear his young.
Hair, real hair- long and dark flailed about as she squirmed.
"Almost there now," she heard Sonia say in a soothing voice.
She winced under the coursing power, as she knew if her plan was to work, the physical aspect had to go through completely. But instinctively she had resisted, holding on, in part through fear.
Her skin.
Only the very tips over her small fingers lacked a onyx black color. She let go of that, and the green of her finger tips rushed down her arms and across her body.
"Ohhhh!" she wailed as she rolled on the ground. This was no mere cosmetic change. The green skin of the female imp was a sensory organ fundamentally different from her old form. She had been more shadow than corporeal, where this was purely organic, and designed for (erotic) stimulation.
Everywhere the green replaced onyx skin she exploded in sensation. She panted in near shock. Her green skin was stimulating everywhere, but extra euphoric in certain spots. Her new nipples were on fire, but the spread down her ass crack and to to her crotch made her scream out. "By the Great Dark!"
But she could handle it!
She moaned and shook on the floor, slowly beginning to control her new body.
She was the picture of failure, fully transformed, a little green imp'ess slut panting bare naked on the floor. She had the body of a whore, a perfectly crafted breeding vessel made to be used by Prime's cock.
But not inside.
"No... I'm still me." Inside she still held on to the power of a greater demon. She still protected her mind. It was pushed down deep inside, being squeezed by the transformation hex. It would be a long while before the toxin was flushed from her system and she could transform back. She still had to fight, but she could win.
Yes, she was sure. Given enough time, the transformation and its effects would eventually reverse themselves.
