CW: questionable consent; non-human; forced orgasms; transformation; slime; mind control; age gap; possession; living clothes; schoolgirl; age gap; cheating; non-human; horsecock
Dayna's eyes fluttered open.
Sonja had left her body, now - she had moved on to someone else. She wasn't sure who, but it didn't matter. What mattered is what was happening to her.
Since that fateful day, only weeks ago, Dayna had been fighting with her urges. She had been at war with herself, at first feeling guilt for following Sonja so blindly. Then, once she had gone and the Witches had won, during their group sessions when everyone was trying to get better, Dayna had seduced Gabriel and tried to fill the hole in herself. She had felt so...
incomplete
. Which was wrong. She should have felt freed, but instead, she'd missed what had been done to her.
When Sonja returned, she felt relief. Like everything was going back to the way it had been - but also, she knew that was
wrong
. She knew that she wasn't
supposed
to want that. She was supposed to
want
to be herself.
But she didn't.
And now she
wasn't
.
Dayna looked down at her hands. Sonja's effects were already sinking in; she could feel it. Sonja was a
God
, after all - she knew that, now. It was just a fact, inside her head, next to all of the different things she was soon to be able to do.
Her fingers, once pale and well-kept, soft and slight, were turning translucent. They were greening, and as she held them up to the light, Dayna could see the trees behind her hand, across the crater in the ground.
She looked left, and saw Sonja crawling out of Willow's form, the once-teacher falling to her knees as bliss wracked her every sense, the same way it had for Dayna. Sonja continued on to Willow's husband, and almost as soon as she touched him, Dayna saw his name, in her mind - Thomas. She had never known that, and yet now, as Sonja began to merge with him, it was like the information was just... there.
In fact, Dayna could feel Sonja's presence, within her, around her - Willow, too. Though, Willow was much smaller, like herself. A piece of ash floating around a roaring fire that was Sonja, caught up in the power and fury and energy and light.
It was a privilege to be ash.
Dayna's whole hand was green now, and as she watched her fingers morph together and then stretch, and then return to their normal shape, Dayna felt a certain sense of euphoria. A knowledge of absolute certainty.
This
was who she was supposed to be.
Her wrists faded into green; then her forearms, up to the elbow. Dayna could feel it, the way her fingers buzzed and tingled, like there was energy crackling along her. It felt so,
so
good, that when it found Dayna's shoulder and began to creep up her neck, it was like a lover was kissing her. It felt like loving touches, strokes and kisses that left her translucent underneath.
Up into her hair, and spreading down her chest. Her legs, too, were slowly bubbling and fading away, the glow of pleasure spreading throughout her body. Dayna's eyes fluttered shut, and she began to moan as the warmth swam through her, like she was being filled with hot water, or slipping beneath the surface of a hot bath.
'Oh
, wowww
,' she whimpered, before her mouth melted away. Her hair slapped into her neck, and her fingers vanished. Her legs collapsed into themselves, and she fell forwards. Her body was no longer human - instead, it was a green lump, with light shining through to show the bubbles within. Her clothing, caught within her as she settled into her position as a lump of slime on the grass, fizzed as it was burned away, the acid that was her body eating it up easily.
She didn't have eyes to open, and yet she could see all around her. And all she could feel was pleasure.
I love it
, Dayna thought, as she watched the others slowly fall into themselves. Sonja had taken them, and made them better. Made them like her. Made them
perfect
. Dayna could feel her devotion overwhelming her mind, instilling itself inside her.
She would serve Sonja with her life.
* * *
Kat and Maya, along with the Minotaur who had, through the course of their two-days-straight travel become an odd sort of friend, had pushed through the door-like hole they'd made in the wall.
They found themselves in what could only be described as a temple of some sort.
The space was enormous - the sounds of their footsteps crunching in the dirt and flecks of rock from opening that crack bounced off the stone, bouncing back and forth over and over. The floor itself had deep carvings drawn into the dark, black stone, the hewings rough but deliberate. The wide space was populated only by eight statues that, standing in two rows of four, made a corridor-like space towards an altar at the end.
'What the fuck...' Kat breathed, stepping forwards. She approached the altar, a flat table-like space with three statues standing behind it, all with monstrous faces unlike anything they'd seen before. They stared down past Kat, as though glaring at the hole in the wall.
'Kat?' Maya asked. But Kata didn't turn - her mind was racing, trying to figure out what the
fuck
this place was. There was an energy to the whole environment - like static in the air, making the hairs on her arms stand up, and sending a shiver up her spine. 'Kat - these are
monsters
.'
Kat had seen them, too - the eight statues were stone recreations of some of the most
powerful
creatures they'd faced. But she wasn't looking at them - she was looking at the three statues behind the altar.
'This is a temple,' Kat said, thinking out loud. 'A place of worship - do you think these three are the ones getting worshipped?'
'Worshipped by
who
is my question,' Maya said. 'You seen this before?'
'No,' the Minotaur said, her voice low and guarded. She wasn't happy to be here.
'You don't have to stay,' Katarina told her over her shoulder. 'Leave, if you want.'