CW: questionable consent; non-human; forced orgasms; transformation; slime;
'What the...' Sonja breathed, her own current form little more than a green smear on the wall of this cavern. She looked down into the moonlit pit, and saw herself at the bottom, human still. Completely
human
, but wrapped in slime, her eyes rolled back, with thick tendrils pushing into her sex.
Sonja could almost
feel
it, if she concentrated. Like a shadow inside her head. She didn't even
have
a body right now, and yet she could almost...
almost
feel it. The wet stone beneath her back, her legs spread, the stroking of her clit, the sucking of her nipples, the soft ebb of pleasure unrelentingly moving through her.
Sonja wondered if this slime was doing to her what she'd done to Amelia.
Speaking of
.
Sonja looked up, shifting her 'eye' within her inhuman form, and saw the two Witches overhead. Her dearest friends. They hovered over the pit, weapons of starlight and moonlight in their hands, considering their move.
All the while, Sonja could still feel the
other
parts of her slime form, connected to her by thin webs that crossed the neck of the pit, that were taking care of Amelia and the schoolgirl. Still sifting through them, fucking them and tasting them, eating the eeking sex juices that came from them. Amelia was almost fully-gone by this point - Sonja's slime had largely vacated her body, letting her swollen belly deflate, and yet there was a
want
within her for more. Sonja could feel it. That low-level psychic power was feeding the lust to her, the only thought left inside Amelia's head.
Psychic power
, Sonja thought again, looking down at herself, as understanding started to drip in.
But, all too soon, the Witches descended.
Flashes of light filled the pit, their bravery showing like no time Sonja had seen before - never,
never
would the Witches of the Mountain willingly descend into the Dark Realms, into the caverns beneath the world.
And, while Katarina began throwing blasts of white moonlight at the threads of slime that constituted Sonja, Maya made her way all the way down.
Sonja realised what they were doing, and felt a panic grow within her. She couldn't let them get her body out - it would kill her. She knew that.
She
knew
that.
Maya let out a flurry of stars, tier tight bursts blinding and hot, making Sonja's slime retreat instinctively; even so, as the Witch coalesced the starlight around her, Sonja threw a tree branch-thick solid slime tendril across her face, like a punch across the jaw.
Kat came in with blades of moonlight, aiming straight for the body of slime Sonja was currently 'inhabiting'. To dodge the attacks, Sonja shifted her attention, moving to the ljmp that was wrapped around the baker. There was no way the Witches would attack the areas near a hostage, and she knew that.
She knew
them
.
So, from there, she threw another arm at the descending Maya, this time catching her left foot in a grip, and yanked her upwards, using the slime all around the cavern to web-up the Witch's leg, before launching her away.
Katarina watched, in halted horror, as Maya was thrown far into the sky, up above the treeline, before steeling her eyes and continuing her assault.
Katarina, sonja worked out, was the distraction - the pain to draw the swatting hand. Maya was the surgical knife, moving in to get out their main objective. Sonja's body. She couldn't let them, so she endured Katarina's attacks like they were nothing.
Then, she had an idea.
There was no way out of this; the Witches would keep attacking her, not realising that in trying to 'save' her they were hurting her. All Sonja could do was try to get them to see this world the way she did. She needed to make them
see
.
So, Sonja let the hostages drop; they fell the distance, landing safely in the puddle-floor of slime that coated everywhere around her own body. Kat watched, in horror, but also in calculation. She knew she needed to keep up her assault, but she
didn't
realise that the reason Sonja had done this was the same reason Kat wouldn't attack this side of her - she didn't want them to come to any harm, either.
'You can stop this,' Katarina called out. 'Whenever you want. Just give her back to us.'
'I
am
her,' Sonja roared, before slamming Katarina with a wall of slime, pulling her body off the wall to crush Katarina into the rock. The Witch of Moon grunted, rolling and sparing moonlight beneath her heels, sending her upwards, stopping Sonja from catching her in a hold.
Tendrils followed her, as Sonja pursued her friend, thrashing against her. She landed a few hits, and Kat blocked twice as many more, spinning and blasting energy, flashes of white filling the cavern and reflecting off the wet rock.
Eventually, Sonja managed a one-two hit against the back of Kat's head, followed by an uppercut to the jaw. Katarina flipped in the air, her magic flickering out as Sonja caught her. Just as soon as Sonja had her, she realised that this was a position she'd probably not have again.
Sonja began, quickly, to melt away the Witch's clothing, while the unconscious shape of her became wet with the slime's attentions. Sonja had her looped up against the rock, a bed of ooze keeping her warm as tendrils snaked up her pale legs, beneath the melting material and up against her friend's shaved mound.
If Sonja had lungs, she would have shuddered at the emotions running through her. The
happiness
of getting to share this experience with her friend... it was too much. So, as Sonja slipped inside the slowly-revealed folds of Katarina's pussy, that thick, wet tendril shaping into a cock as it pressed into her, she revelled in the experience of it. Fused the memory to her mind.
She watched as Kat's eyes flickered open, a gasp falling from her soft lips before she was able to stop herself. It felt good, and she knew it.
Then, Sonja felt a pull on her arm.
Only, she didn't have an arm. Unless-
Sonja's 'eyes' shifted to look downwards, and she cursed her own stupidity as she saw Maya pulling her body from the slime, starlight hiding her from peripheral view, hiding her in plain sight.
'NO!' Sonja screamed, filling the cavern, but it was too late. Maya pulled the girl from the slime and-
* * *
Air rushed in.
Sonja emerged from the cavern, cold as wind whipped past her face, bright light blinding her, a hole in her heart
screaming
about how empty she suddenly was.
'No!' she yelled, trying to shake off her captor, but the grip around her wrist was iron-clad.
Behind, a flash of light, and cold, but the sudden myriad of painful,
painful
experiences was too much.
And she was
so tired
.
'No...' she whimpered, her body giving in.
* * *
Sonja awoke, eyes adjusting to the dark. She wasn't as cold anymore, and those bright lights had faded into the soft glimmering, reflected sparks from the crystals that lined the cavern. Sonja recognised the mountain's heart like it was her home. Only recently, she had considered it the safest place in the world, but now... now she couldn't shake the feeling of
danger
she was in.
She
knew
that this would kill her, even if it felt a little true. She couldn't forget that. She couldn't forget what she was. A monster, in a cave. The rest of her was waiting for her to go back - this was just
part
of her, stolen and trapped away.
She moved, stirring enough to be noticed, and reached out. The black stone of the mountain walls were behind her, but before her was a clear, shimmering wall. She'd seen Katarina create these before, and knew there was very little that could break through a field like this. It wasn't
impossible
, though.
'Welcome back,' Sonja heard, looking up and through the shimmer to see Maya, sitting a little way away, atop a stone bench. Around her were the remnants of Sonja's old life - the core of the mountain was out of sight, but she could see the white glow of it from here, and the things the girls had brought over the years. A kettle and stove for tea, cushions and books and notebooks strewn about the place.
Sonja looked over herself - she was still nude, which surprised her. She'd expected her friends to have more mercy than that. Which made her worried - how dangerous were they to her?
Well, not
they
- right now, it was only Maya.
'Maya,' Sonja said, still sitting. Hiding herself. This body felt
wrong
, now.
Maya's face flashed a look of guilt - the kind of sadness that was only possible for good people to feel. The kind that makes you stupid.
'I'm... cold,' Sonja tried, but Maya shook her head.
'You get
nothing
from us, until you explain
everything
.'
Sonja nodded, trying to think. Trying to play it smart. 'I don't... I don't remember much.'
Maya's eyes squinted, and it was noticeable - even from over here. 'What
do
you remember?'
Sonja took a breath. 'I remember a fight, with that...
thing
. Then, it all goes... dark. The next I remember, I'm flying through the air, naked, scared, cold. Then, nothing again. Then, this.'
It was a blatant lie. A poor one, maybe, but Maya was kind. Maya had always looked up to Sonja - her leader.
'How can I trust you?' Maya asked.
Sonja let out a sigh. 'I don't understand - what's going on? Did you rescue me? Why am I in here?' For punctuation, Sonja slammed a hand into the shimmering field, and a wave of light flared out, before dying down. Then, she turned away from Maya, still sitting. She wanted to look
small
. Vulnerable. Easy to forgive.
'You hurt people, Sonja,' Maya said. Sonja saw an opportunity here. Plausible deniability.
