This story features a boy getting a pussy, threats of breeding by demon girlcock, and all kinds of dirty talk. So if that's your jam, read on fellow patrician!
This is a sequel, or really a second unrelated part I suppose, to another story which you can read here! You don't need to have read the first one, but it might help to establish their relationship!
Enjoy! ♥
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Though business at Iris' tavern was often brisk, there were times when there just wasn't enough customers around to justify opening up shop.
Tanvo peeked his head out the front door. Howling winds buffeted the walls of the surrounding courtyard, sending plumes of desert sand cascading up and over like crashing waves. Debris choked the air itself, and what little of the sky could be seen was tinged blood red. He promptly closed the door before he let more sand in.
"Looks like the adventurer's really stepped in this one," he said, dusting off his hands.
Iris sighed. "Every few months, I swear. They should hang a sign on those tombs. 'WARNING: CURSE RELEASED IF SEAL BROKEN'. Might save us a lot of trouble."
The howling of wind was briefly replaced with the muffled ethereal voice of a king from an empire long dead. Since it was so far away, neither could hear what it was saying. The crack of thunder that followed told them the adventurers were attacking, and the assorted screams told the more experienced Iris that they'd be there for quite a while.
"It looks like lunch is scrapped," the proprietress said, placing her hands on her hips, "Let's take a half day."
Tanvo's eyes sparkled. "Does that mean we can-"
Iris nodded. "I can teach you a few more things."
While the rest of the staff worked on cleaning up the scattered sand and making sure the various shutters in their establishment didn't blow out and let a sand wraith in, the succubus lead the imp down into the wine cellar. Large casks of alcoholic beverages sat in various states of fullness, with ample replacements stuffed further back. Between the Beegirl Mead and The Cheapest Wine Possible, Iris had set up her alchemical supplies.
Her work table, long and covered in stains, stood in the middle with a pair of chairs tucked inside. To the left and right, rows upon rows of bottled ingredients, ranging from the common to the obscure. Tanvo had learned the uses for some of them, but some of they still baffled him. He was sure that Iris would get to describing the uses of a phoenix feather or something called "oregano" in due time!
Tanvo ran over to his side of the table and pulled out his notebook. They'd stopped where his notes had ended, so it was easy enough to find and read back through the previous experiment. He cringed when he recounted his observations.
"Sorry, again, for what happened before."
"I know. It was my fault. My bedroom wasn't exactly the best place for teaching," she replied. Her previous lesson had almost completely consumed her living quarters, which is why the alchemy lab was down in the cellar now. Even IF they created another goolem, they could easily isolate it by closing the cellar door until they could figure out a way to dissolve it.
"What's our lesson for today?" he asked. She looked over to his notebook. Though his writing was a bit blocky, he took decent notes during their lessons. Great pictures too. Perhaps there was hope for him yet, she thought.
"We're going to try something fun: a masculinity enhancement potion!"
Tanvo clapped. "Oh good! Wait, does that mean you think I'm not enough?"
She laughed and reached for his soft cock. Even flaccid it was disproportionately big for his body. "Oh sweetheart, of course you have plenty of manhood! But half the fun of alchemy is messing around with the natural world and seeing what happens. Now: the first ingredient is eye of newt."
He knew from his lessons that 'eye of newt' was just a playful name. Most alchemical ingredients had easy to remember symbolic names that had been misinterpreted by laymen over the years and made its practitioners sound like ghoulish monsters. Tanvo reached across the table, moved the bowl of salamander heads out of the way, and opened the container of mustard seeds. Their distinctive shape made them look similar to the inside of a newt's eye.
Iris had already poured into a glass vessel some Aqua Coles, which would provide the basic foundation of the potion. Tanvo crushed up the seeds with a mortar and pestle and added them into the container, one pinch at a time.
"What next?" he asked.
Iris put on a smarmy look, shifting her weight from one foot to the other. "I don't know dear. What IS next?"
Tanvo looked for clear guidance or an obvious ingredient to add. "What about...mandrake?"
"Very good!"
The imp beamed and hustled over to the far shelf to grab the (slightly phallic) root from its container. He chopped half of it up into little cubes before asking: "How much is enough?"
Iris pinched her chin. "Oh, I should say 15 should do. Don't want to overdo it."
Tanvo grinned and shoved in a good deal of his chopped root into the vessel. He couldn't wait to try out his new junk!
"WHAT ARE YOU DOING?!" Iris shrieked.
The imp looked back to her, his pointed ears dipping. "I...umm...I added fifteen?"
"Fifteen GRAMS not fifteen CHUNKS." They both looked at the potion, which fizzled and popped, turning a dark blue. "That amount of masculinity is dangerous. I don't want you vanishing into a cloud of suppressed feelings and sports opinions! You need to even it out by adding a counter-agent."
"Right, right," he said. The list of ingredients he could try whittled down with each passing moment, but the unstable fizzing of the potion only continued to grow. He looked for a proper feminizing agent. Plantgirl syrup? No, too potent. Satyr cum? Too corrupting. His eyes fell upon a small jar of white fluid, kept preserved by the magical nature of the glass itself. "I got it: holstaur milk!"
It could have worked. But in his haste to fix his mistake, he made another, larger blunder. He emptied the jar into the swirling alchemical mixture. The instant that much feminizing fluid hit the material swimming in mandrake, it exploded. Pink smoke shot out in every direction. Iris leaped out of the way, quickly bounding up a large cask. The smoke pooled closer to the ground. Tanvo coughed and sputtered, but he was too close to the blast to avoid it completely.
"Tanvo dear!" she called out, but the smoke was too thick to see him. The unstable reaction burned out as fast as it had started, and the smoke faded out to transparent haze, then further still into nothingness. Tanvo appeared prone on the floor, eyes bugged out of his head and staring up at the ceiling.
Iris pounced from the cask to check on her imp. He was still breathing, thank all that was sinister. She cuddled him into her arms and whisked him up to her bedroom, ignoring the queries from the rest of her staff playing cars on one of the tables. She kicked the door open and dashed inside, using her tail to close it shut behind her.
Her bedroom remained in a state of disarray from their previous alchemical calamity, though the bed was mostly unharmed. Iris nearly tripped over a hardened chunk of goo while carrying Tanvo, luckily recovering at the last moment. With utmost care, she let him down onto her bed, his imp body looking insignificant compared to the size of the mattress. He coughed, letting out a puff of pink smoke that took the shape of a heart before dissipating.
"Oops," he wheezed.
"Are you alright? I...I was so scared that something had happened to you!" she said breathlessly, examining his body. There were no scars she could see from exploding glassware, nor was he growing bizarre alchemical tumours. It looked like he made it with no major damage. To make sure, she tugged off his flimsy leggings.
Her eyes went wide. Tanvo, still concerned, though she'd discovered a mortal wound.
"Oh no, don't tell me I'm done for!" he whined.
Iris shook her head. Before her, roughly below where there used to be a prominent imp cock, a new organ had appeared. Slightly darker than the rest of his body, two pairs of prominent lips and a sizable clit made it look like a slightly larger than normal version of a human vagina.
"Tanvo my dear," she said, unable to hide a smile, "We're only just beginning."
Confused, he looked down to see the disastrous injury. "What the fuck?! Why do I have a pussy?"
"Must had been the explosion. You added a lot of mandrake to that potion. Combine it with the feminizing power of holstaur milk and kaboom, pussy."
"'Kaboom?' That's not very exact."
"Alchemy is not exactly a science! But I'm glad you're okay."
