Lucy squinted at the hazy afternoon sun, the heat of the day waning as it crept towards the horizon. She adjusted her leathers, hitching her bra straps up to cup her tanned breasts. Despite her womanly curves, her body showed all the signs of a Hunter Warrior Maid, arms and belly toned and athletic, her long, dark brown hair tied back in a ponytail. Some in their town even considered her beautiful, yet there were few men who were prepared to tackle such a formidable woman, with her sharp tongue, lack of grace, and quick temper.
She had tracked her missing brother this far into the Wastelands before but from here on his trail went cold. She opened her palm to reveal the amulet the Witch had enchanted with a strand of her sibling's hair. It glowed faintly with a pale luminescence, suggesting that the owner of the item was at least within the confines of the valley. She had ignored the warnings of her own kinsfolk about going looking in the Wastelands. Every grim fairy tale and story that her people had stemmed from this awful place. She had even refused to listen to the Witch that had sold her the trinket, who had ominously warned that there may be a price to be paid back to the other world for the success of her quest.
She proceeded cautiously, forced to retrace her steps every so often when she made a wrong turn and the dull glow of the amulet lost its intensity. She eventually came to a benighted clearing, a brown stagnant pool sitting in front of the mouth of a cave in a wall of sheer rock. A foaming running stream ran from it, disturbing the mud-laden banks where petrified trees thrust up awkwardly from the sucking silt. She frowned, uncomprehending as to why her sibling would have been drawn to this dead, rotting world.
She stepped into the water, feeling the cloying bottom material between her toes, and began wading up the stream, using her hands to stabilise herself on the rock. The amulet, hung round her neck now, glowed with a fiercer light as she moved into the stifling close air within the cave, making her way deeper inside, passing the odd bubbling hot pool on either side, some containing steaming water, still others bubbling mud.
She called her brother's name into the darkness beyond, but only heard her own voice echoing back at her as she moved deeper inside. For maybe half an hour she continued onwards, deeper and further into the mountain. The going was difficult, wading through the brown water. She felt a bead of sweat roll between her breasts as she hauled herself up a sudden step upwards, where the stream cascaded over the top of the worn rock. At the top, she found herself in a large cavern. Stalactites and stalagmites grew upwards and downwards from the walls and ceiling. A large mud pool covered almost half of the space, its content thick and turgid, occasionally releasing a bubble of gas that rose to its surface. She looked at the amulet which was now shining with a bright light.
She spoke his name again, and was startled by a low growl that came from the shadows at one end of the cavern. She trembled a little and then cried out as a huge bulky form stepped forward. It was horrific to behold. It had the body of a man, though twice the size of any normal human. It was muscle-bound, with thick veins creasing its leathery hide. The creature's head was that of a ravenous bull, with broad shoulders that left no neck at all, just a silvery hairy back that crested up onto its head. Two horns crested from its forehead and she saw with shock the demon's enormous phallus sat between its legs, protruding from a wet dripping sheath. It stared at her with blood red eyes and opened its jaws, bellowing a fierce cry at the top of its voice.
She tried to run but lost her footing and fell heavily. She was scrabbling to try and get to her feet, and her eyes suddenly met a pair of shapely polished black cloven hooves. "Well, how sweet" came a purring feminine voice. "Little sister comes to rescue her wayward sibling. As you can see, he is quite pleased to see you again."
A red skinned clawed hand reached down and grabbed her wrist, yanking her to her feet, confronting her with the face and form of her captor. She was the classic evocation of a demoness from literature, blood red skinned, shapely and beautiful in her unnatural hellish fashion, large round breasts with enormous puffy nipples, and a flicking serpentine tail that sprouted from the top of her buttocks, tipped with a spaded end. Her large barbed wings flexed, the leathery membranes translucent in the light of torches planted around the edge of the mud pool. With a sinking feeling, she realised that the face and voice of the Succubus was the same as the Witch who had sold her the enchanted amulet. Her journey here had been stage-managed from the very beginning.
"Your brother told me you would come, and I hoped it would be so" she cooed, running a long black claw gently over Lucy's cheek. Her mind reeled. Did she really mean to say that the grotesque bull-man had once been her beloved brother? "What...what did you do to him?" she stammered. This was greeted by a snicker from the bestial woman who promptly dropped her hard on her heels, making Lucy roll on the floor in pain. "Nothing that he did not wish to happen" she stated matter of factly, as the human woman crawled back to her feet slowly.
"You're mad. My brother never wanted to become a monster!" she growled, still wincing, with a glance at his hulking, snarling form. His massive genitalia had thickened and stiffened since he had revealed himself, a string of greasy precum leaking from the snub-nosed tip of his bovine penis. "Oh but he did. He had desires and lustings that you do not guess". She passed around Lucy's back, leaning close to her to whisper. "Just as you kept yours from him."
She wheeled round. "I have no such desires" she shot back at the hellgirl. "Do you not?" came the reply. "I can see into your mind and see the craving you have had for his touch since the day you first knew what it was to be a woman." Lucy blushed deeply as she was read like a book, the secret love she had held- inside her for her brother being made suddenly and shockingly public. The demoness snapped her fingers and her monstrously changed brother lumbered forwards to grip her by the arms, his unbreakable grasp leaving her at their mercy.
