The Dragon's Avatar

A boy becomes a mystical dragons avatar. They are getting to know each other a little better.

The Pond

A magician does not heed the warnings of his familiar.

The Shell Witch

This is the Shell Witch and this is her story.

A New Succubus

I used to be a boy in an orphanage. A kind old man adopted me. But he was anything but that. He was an evil warlock in disguise. I thought I was finally going to have a home, but when he took me to his palace, I was locked in a room. It has plenty of things inside for me to do and read. But I've been locked up before. I traded one cell for another. But I am not one to give up. One day I will find a way to escape.

Each day, Lord Durlock as he wanted me to call him, would come into my room and chant something while holding this really scary looking book. It was his spell book. When he got to a certain page and started reading, I could see some weird smoke coming out of his mouth with each word he said. Every time he said something, it hurt me inside. He loved seeing me twist in pain. That's how I realized I was nothing more to him than a plaything.

Like a ritual, he would come in everyday and utter those words. And each time he left I changed a little bit. My hair got longer. My dirty, rough boy hands got softer and larger. My hips felt a little bigger. Every painful change he did to me made him happy. Over time, I learned the ins and outs of my prison.  I found in the room full of junk one day, a old small mirror. I would hide it each time in a different place so Durlock wouldn't find it. I would stare at myself in it daily and I could see my face getting girlier. What was this guy up to? He's definitely changing me into a girl. But for what reasons?

I noticed one day that Durlock added another spell. It wasn't like the one he chanted before. This new spell hurt even more. I started getting some nasty headaches and backaches. He was also trying to hypnotize me. Somehow it wasn't working. But I would pretend that it would. I just hope he believes it. I think I could avoid his hypnosis spell because I've been reading a few books laying around the room. Somehow I've gained resistance. I smile. Whatever he's going to do with me, I'll at least have my mind. It's the last part of me that's still me. One day he commanded me to take off all my clothes. I took them off. It's not like they fit me anyways. It hurt me to wear clothes since some strange bumps on my back were starting to appear. He brought out a sack and commanded me to wear some long leggings and some brown shoes he pulled out. His perverted eyes shone with glee as I was naked with only socks and shoes on. My tiny little dick and balls twitched as I shivered in the cold. He asked me if I loved his gifts. I thanked him and pretended to like what he done to me. I'll have to get used to this since he has to think I'm still under his control.

But every day, the evil chanting continued. By now I was taller but still skinny. I felt very feminine. My long soft red hair ran down to my butt. My dick was no more. In its place was my new girl parts. I know what they look like because I had to help bathe my little orphanage sisters when I was there. I really miss that place. It seems like another lifetime ago.One day, I got curious and I explored my body. I looked all over and I couldn't see any part of the old me. I would stare at my new genitals all the time.I got used to it, but it felt funny each time I touched it. It felt even more weird each time I had to squat into the chamber pot when I had to go. Over time, I got more used to my new body. After the visits from Durlock, I would look into my mirror again. I would remind myself to never forget who I used to be. I was surprised when I noticed that my ears were getting longer too. I've never seen girls with such long ears. I could hear new things that I couldn't before. I wonder what further changes would be happening to me?

I cried the night my wings burst out of my head and back. It was really painful. I keeled over in pain. Durlock squealed in glee as my new leathery, purple wings emerged with his gods-awful chanting. I felt them for a long time now growing under my skin. There were this big bruises on my back where my wings came out of. The two sensitive lumps on my hair burst and bled out. I had some smaller wings sticking out of my head. Durlock pulled me up and commanded me to stand as he inspected the changes. As he then chanted the hypnosis spell, I pretended to stay still and mesmerized. Whatever he was chanting still had no effect on me. He loved the changes in me. I felt like his toy. Every day, he would touch me and poke me and his would rotten teeth would show a wicked smile. In his head, he would catalog every change in me. He would stare at my chest often. I could see a scowl of anger growing every day as he saw my chest. One day, he was no longer pleased. I knew what he wanted. For a while now, I've secretly been able to enter his dreams. He has bad things planned for me. Bad for me and good for him. I shiver in fear for this man is really evil.

I had a really hard time maintaining my ruse one day as I now I have been able to read Durlock's
one track mind quite easily. Today he was ready to rape me. He showed up to our meeting. With one thing on his mind. Sex. He strutted in front of me. He took off his old, sweaty shirt. I could see every liver spot on his aging, bony body. He had a spell ready to make my breasts grow. I saw him go over his dreams the night before. Mine were just not big enough for him. In his eyes, they haven't been growing fast enough. He brought out his scary book again. The new words he spoke made my chest hurt. My small breasts and already puffy nipples were feeling very engorged. It's like all the blood in my body was rushing to my nipples. I could see that smoke escape from his mouth again. The flesh on my chest started expanding. My breasts pushed out more and more with each uttered word. I stood there stuck in place and I couldn't help but moan girlishly as Durlock further changed my body. Durlock got closer to me and caressed my larger breasts with his crooked, wrinkly fingers. He eagerly pulled down his pants and I could see his warty, crooked penis at attention. We both knew what he wanted to do.

Durlock closed the book and snapped his fingers. I immediately felt a change in me. It was his
hypnosis spell. It still had some power over me. But I resisted. My body got really hot and hungry.
But I wasn't hungry for food since I haven't had anything to eat in months. My new body no longer
needed human food. I finally realized what I was. A succubus. My body was reacting to a man in front of me. I knew what my body wanted but I didn't want his disgusting nasty thing inside of me. But I have no choice. With these new feelings in me, I knew today was the day I take a stand. This is what Durlock wanted all along. I licked my lips and thought about having sex. I stared back at him. And I made a vow to myself that I'm only doing this to escape. He totally expected me to be his love slave. But I knew better. Thanks to that book I read long ago. I have the chance to not fall for his tricks. If I really am succubus now, then I have to use my abilities to defeat him.

I couldn't stop my body from tacking the old pervert. Right then and there I was kissing the old
bastard. My tongue entered his rotten mouth. I was doing my best not to be bitten by his crooked
teeth. His rough lips felt like they were tearing up my soft face. I tried not to think about how this
man will take my virginity. But I knew that I had the old man in the palm of my hand. He was relishing my body. I now had the ability to take the old man's life. He wanted me to become this. In his mind I was his new fuck toy. I could hear him saying nasty things to me. I would nod and pretend to listen. I would say 'yes master' and 'I will master' to all the dirty things he said he wanted me to do. I'll give into his pleasures. If this means my escape. After all that disgusting foreplay we just did, I eased my wet pussy into The excited, bastard's nasty thing.

I hated that he was getting what he wanted out of me. The bastard was so smug each time we thrusted.  His bent shaft was touching my vaginal walls. I disgustingly moaned in pleasure. His nasty claws dug into my ass. I never knew my body was capable of these nasty things. Back when I was still a boy, other older kids joked around about sex. I had an idea of what it was, but not like this. The old man rolled his eyes back in ecstasy. He was laying on the ground as I went up and down his nasty rod. Each time we moved together I gained more control of his mind. I could feel my control over his perverted thoughts growing. I focused on that. I would go into his head like I did in dreams for the last few weeks. I had to be in control. As he grabbed and squeezed my breasts, I learned all of his thoughts and I had an idea of where I was. I finaly had my way out. I focused on his life energy. It was stale and dirty. But I had no choice. I'm going to take it all. He was now shivering in pain. I could hear him shouting stop. But his words landed on my long elfish, deaf ears.

Finally the old bastard blew his nasty load. I could feel and taste his spunk in me. It was most foul and it made my stomach hurt. My first meal tasted horrible. As a succubus I knew that's what I had to eat cum for the rest of my life. That and life energy. But never his again. Once is enough. As I looked down on the ground I realized how pathetic this worm of a man was. He would use a child's innocence and corrupt it forever. I was that corruption. I saw him unconscious on the floor. I grabbed his scary book. I flipped through the pages and I realized I could read it. I used a spell to wake him. He awoke wheezing and choking on his spit. I towered over him. Confidently. I know his life is at an end. I took out what's left of his energy. I saw him groggily open his eyes to look at me. A look of fear was in his eyes as I now had his spell book. He wanted to say something, but his murmuring could not complete any words. I looked down on him and said,

"I just ate your decrepit soul, you evil bastard. It was my first. Death now awaits you. You expected me to be your succubus sex slave? Ha! You yourself brought on your demise! Your hypnosis spell never worked! I am free to be the new me. I hope your plans forever fail in hell! Go meet the Dark Ones and tell them I sent you!"

I opened another page in his book. I realize the book isn't inherently evil. It's just a tool whether in good or bad hands. I still have time to decide what path to take. But for now I'll be a bad girl. I start reading a page in his book. Blue smoke starts coming out of my mouth. Each word I say strikes the old bastard. He squirms with each syllable. With the last word out of my mouth, there's nothing left but dusty bones. I relished the thought of destroying him.

I collapse to the ground. My own energy drained. I sob a little bit. My act is over. I realize that even after all I did, I'm still just a scared little boy. In my mind, I learned that the old bastard's hypnosis spell was to make me ready for my new life as a succubus. I prevented him from fully embracing my
demonic side. I think about what would have happened to me if I did give in to him. Would I still have killed him anyways? I look at my transformed body. I hug my legs. I could feel my breasts rubbing aganst my knees. I think about my new life ahead of me. I'm both excited and scared. I feel I could do anything now. I grab my scary book and pick myself  up. I can never be the poor orphan boy Ori. That life is over. As the new me, I must be confident and cunning.  I think it over and I give myself a new name....

"Io. I shall now be known as the Succubus Io."

"I will let no one or nothing deceive me anymore, as long as I exist! For I will be the one to deceive!"

I smile at my proclamation. I am ready for whatever life throws at me.

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The Cave of Solitude

Am I alive or am I dead? Is this purgatory? I cant see anything. I cant tell if I'm blind or not. Darkness is the same if my eyes are open or not.

I've been wandering in this darkness forever it seems. How do I even know I exist? Do I still have a body? or am I just a wandering thought?

When the bandits came, I ran into this secret cave. I found it myself. I don't think any of the townspeople know about it. I managed to escape from them....and pretty much everything else.

I'm no longer hungry or tired or scared. I'm just lost in nothingness. I stop and rest on the ground. I don't know how long I sleep. When I wake up, nothing changes. The darkness never leaves.

I'm struggling hard to keep my memories of being a carpenters son. I've helped my dad make lots of things. I was getting good at building things with just a hammer and nails.

I reflect on what my life was and what I could have done differently. Should I have fought back? What if I hid out in the swamp? Should I have went after my girlfriend and walked in here with her?

No. I don't wish this endlessness on anyone. I have no choice. I keep walking. I continue on this trip into darkness.

One day, if I could call it that. I saw a speck of something. I knew it had to be real since there has been no light in ages. I had a new goal. to get to that light. Ten thousand steps and I still see the faintest light get brighter.

I felt more alive the closer I got to it. It was a small campfire. I was still bathed in darkness, but that fire felt so warm and inviting. I sat right next to it. Lights and shadows were playing tricks on my eyes.

As I sat next to the glowing fire, I never noticed how cold this darkness was. I forgot how it felt to be cold and what it meant to have fire and light. I started to focus on my body. I guess I do have one. I've been in darkness so long, I could not tell what I looked like.

I was smaller. And thinner. I placed my hands over the fire. My fingers were thin and feminine. I no longer had some scars from my work accidents. They were smooth and beautiful.

There was a warmth in my cheeks as my hands caressed them. I could feel my own sadness as I touched my features. My nose was smaller. My chin, smooth and soft. My forehead felt warm with the hair that fell down on it. I touched other new things on my head. I tried not to think about it, but they were there. Hard horns right above my long ears. I'm scared about what they are. But I need to focus on the rest of me. I'm afraid that if I stop, I'll disappear again.

I felt up my legs. They were smooth and slender. They weren't thick and muscular from the many errands I ran around town. Each one was covered in some smooth silk stockings. I couldn't imagine where they came from.

My clothes weren't what they used to be. My long shirt lost its sleeves and somehow I felt like there was a short dress on me. As my hands traveled up my taut waist, it felt ticklish. I could still feel how smooth my skin was even under the dress. I poked my belly button with my fingers. I let out a soft breath. It's like I was touching my girlfriend for the first time.

I gasped in awe as my hands touched two mounds of flesh on my chest. The last time I felt such softness was when my mother hugged me. It sent a shiver all over my body. The darkness changed me. I wasn't a boy
anymore. What am I? Am I still human?

Even after all that pondering, the fire still kept burning. I didn't want to leave. No matter what form I have I was afraid of leaving this fire. I was afraid that I would lose myself again. My eyes close drowsily as sleep claims my body again.

"Wake up Zetanya! Oh Please wake up!" I heard a voice say. I felt arms shaking in my shoulders as something jumped on me.

I opened my eyes and found a girl. She had long hair and smaller horns on her head. I looked around and I saw the fading, glowing embers of a dead campfire.

"Say some thing sister! Has the Cave of Solitude still got your soul? You haven't forgotten your dear little sister Musemiya?" she replied. "You've always been so sensitive to the magic of this cave."

"Uhhhh. Where am I?" I said in a raspy voice. "I feel like I was living someone else's life. It was so vivid and full of sorrow."

"Well Zetanya, that's what happens when you go into this cave. Reality gets confused in here." Musemiya replied, "I doubt any human could survive it. Only our race is strong enough. Let's get out of here. You won the bet. You proved yourself. All our friends are waiting outside the cave for you. Let's all go and have some tea. We can talk about the visions you had in here."

I hold my sisters hand and we leave the cave. I rub my eyes as I head outside into the warm spring morning. My friends smiles and faces cheer me up. I really don't know if what happened in the cave was real or not. I don't know If I was a carpenter boy or a girl named Zetanya. But whatever I am now, I'm glad to have escaped from that darkness.