Doom Valley Prep School

The boys were staring at me again.

I really should have been used to it. I'd spent a whole week looking like a lilin demoness, with boobs as big as my head, an hourglass figure and hips that would have had me drooling if I was a boy. Actually, I still caught myself drooling sometimes when I looked at myself in the mirror. On top of that I seemed to have an aura that made almost every male I walked past, and at least a handful of girls, very interested in getting close to me.

“Petra you messed up the point of the pentagram,” Rahul said.

Looking at it, I saw that my magic partner was right. Getting a rag, I got down on my knees, again, wiped away the chalk and carefully redrew it. Looking up, I realized my classmate was looking down my shirt, grinning at my impressive cleavage. Sighing, I threw the rag at his face and straightened up.

Had I been a pervert like that when I was a boy?

At least I was able to wear regular pants again, now that I didn't have a tail. And wearing pants didn't just protect me from possible upskirts, but from the sun. It turned out that my new body REALLY didn't like bright light.

Last Tuesday

“Everyone is looking at me,” I said.

It was breakfast time, and even though I was exhausted, I still had to go to class. Naomi and Calci were almost carrying me as we walked through the tunnel to get to the canteen. And everyone really was looking at me. They were also talking about me.

My ears weren't as good as when I'd been a cat girl, but I could still make out parts of the conversations around us. I kept hearing my name, along with words like bimbo, floozy, tramp, and worse. I didn't care, as long as they weren't trying to kill me they could call me anything they wanted. And frankly I was too tired and in pain to worry about it.

“Of course they are, have you looked at yourself in the mirror? Why did you get the body of a lust demon anyways?” Naomi asked for the fourth or fifth time.

“I didn't get the body of a demon, we traded shapes. I'm not a demon, I just look like one, and I may be allergic to sunlight. The flasher gave me a nasty sunburn last night,” I explained for at least the tenth time.

“Also,” I continued, “I didn't really have a choice. I was lost in a monster infested desert, freezing, and just waiting to be eaten. Changing shape isn't that big of a deal anymore.”

We passed by the long set of windows that showed the enormous garden and dog that liked to watch us whenever we came or went to the canteen. I started smelling something tasty. My mouth watered at the smell of meat. If only I could actually get some food on my own.

“Something smells really good,” I said.

“It does,” Calci agreed. “Smells like bacon.”

The others nodded, sniffing the air.

Sweat beaded up on my brow. “Is it getting hot? Or is it just me?”

“I'm not feeling anything,” Ella said. “Where is that smoke coming from?”

“PETRA! You're on fire!” Clarice shouted.

Looking down, my clothes were smoking and flames started to climb the skirt. Ripping off my dress, I saw that the fire wasn't from the fabric, but from my bare legs. As the sun hit my now mostly unprotected body, the rest of me started to light up as well.

Screaming, I ran for it, wanting to get out of the sunlight as fast as I could. As soon as I was back in the dim hallway, the flames died down. Unfortunately I was still burnt and extremely hot. Wearing only my scorched underwear, I ran to the canteen. Slamming through the door I shoved people out of the way only stopping at the food counter.

“WATER!” I screamed.

The cat woman started to say, “All o-” only to stop, look at me in shock and duck behind the counter. A second later she came back up with an enormous bucket of water and poured it all over me.

The freezing water made the burning stop, which was good. But it seemed to be enchanted to be bitterly, bitterly cold.  So instead of being too hot, I was shivering, getting frostbite on my already burned skin, in my soaking wet underwear, while in the shape of a well built lust demon. Of course everyone was looking at me.

“C-c-can I-I-I-I g-g-get a-a-a t-t-towel o-o-o-r s-s-some-t-th-thing?” I asked.

“All out!” the cat woman said.

“I-I-I h-h-h-ha-hate y-y-ou!” I said. Making my way across the canteen I headed for the nurses office, followed by hoots, hollers, whistles, and boys asking if I'd go on a date with them.

Back to the Present

The memory of almost burning to death, made me instinctively reach for the enchanted choker that protected me from bright lights. Apparently I wasn't the first student to have the little problem of getting killed by sunlight. At least something had gone right that day.

My assigned partner and I went over the ritual again. We were supposed to summon a simple demon and get them to do a relatively easy task. Mage Malacoda had recommended that the task should be telling some interesting news or fact, or running a basic errand, like delivering a message or getting something you forgot at home. Written in big letters on the board it read, 'NO MURDER, KIDNAPPING, OR TORTURE.”

“HI MOM!” Blood Wing shouted from the back of the class.

Looking over I saw a demoness that was even sexier than I was, blowing kisses at the crazy half-fairy. Blood Wing and her mother looked nothing alike aside from the wings. The succubus was over six feet tall, pink, and looked soft and squishy in all the right places. Technically she was wearing clothes, but the way she wore them actually made her even more intoxicating. Just looking at her made me start to drool.

A very nasty question rose in my head. Did boys feel the same when they looked at me?

Facepalming, I realized I had to become a boy again before my life got any more crazy.

“I think we're ready,” Rahul said. “You're up.”

Sighing, I took a knife and poked my finger. Rahul had done most of the work, I'd just chalked out the pentagram and prepared the candles, while he'd done the complicated summoning and protective runes. So I got to use my blood to attract a demon.

I let a drop of blood fall on each point of the pentagram. The demon would smell it and be interested, but it wouldn't be able to do anything with it. And the runes we'd used would ensure we only got a weaker, easily controlled, demon.

The candles flared, the gate was open. Looking over my notes, I started chanting with Rahul. I had no idea what the words meant. So I'd written them down phonetically and did my best to speak clearly with no mistakes. I didn't want to accidentally summon a demon lord, or a demonic tentacle monster.

Sweet smelling smoke rose in the pentagram. Breathing it in I felt my heart flutter, and improper thoughts come to mind, but it was controllable. Everything was working as it should. Sure it looked like we were getting some kind of lust demon, maybe even a succubus, but that was fine. Maybe we could get it to do a dance. That was safe, and sexy.

The smoke cleared away and my jaw dropped. I was looking at myself.

Not the human me, but my current demon looking self. And my twin was naked. Very, very naked. Rahul looked at the demon then at me.

“Lil! What are you doing here? And why are you wearing those ugly clothes?” the demoness asked.

“Do you two know each other?” Rahul asked.

“No,” I said.

“Yes. She's my sister.” The demoness went from surprised and confused to worried. She took a step towards me, only to bounce off an invisible wall. “Are you OK, Lil? Why did you summon me?”

“Wait! Wait! Wait!” I said. “I'm not Lil.”

Her eyes narrowed and my libido shrank away replaced by fear. When she spoke again it was in a low growl. “What did you do to my sister?”

“OK. I'm not your sister, but your sister is fine. We met each other a week ago and we kind of traded shapes.”

“How?”

“I don't know. She said my shape was loose or something, and she offered to help me complete an important task if we switched shapes. Lil said she was too well known and she wanted my shape to trick people.” I desperately hoped she'd believe me. It sounded bizarre, but it really was the truth.

She leaned as close to me as possibl, and breathed deeply, making her large chest rise up in the most interesting way. It might have looked exactly like my chest, but I knew it wasn't mine. So it was OK to stare, even as my knees went weak at the sight.

Her goat-like eyes studied me for over a minute as I stood transfixed. Then she burst out laughing, actually falling backwards, kicking her legs up in the air. Rahul's jaw dropped at the sight, so did mine. In fact by that point every single boy in the class had come over to take a look and a pool of drool was forming. The girls looked more annoyed and jealous than anything.

Blood Wing and her mother walked over to us. The succubus moved some of the boys out of the way with a gentle nudge of her hand. The affected boys grinned stupidly and fell to the ground, conveniently out of the way. She seemed as surprised to see me as the Lilin had been.

“Mara, Lil,” Blood Wing's mother said. “What a surprise.”

The demoness, Mara, apparently, stopped laughing and got to her feet, brushing herself off. “Wow, Margo, you're here too! How long has it been since we got together?”

“It's been at least fifty years. It was that fun little debauched party with Asmodeus. You should come visit me, I've got a whole kingdom under my thumb now, and the most darling husband. And this is my lovely daughter, Blood Wing,” the succubus said, beaming at the young half-fairy.

She turned to me. “And Lil, you haven't aged a day since we drained those silly mercenaries of all their gold and lives during the last Demonic War.”

“Mother, that isn't Lil, that's um, uh. That's Princess Ella's friend I was telling you about,” Blood Wing said.

“Yeah, I'm actually Petra, your majesty,” I mumbled.

“Really? Well this is interesting.”

She ran her finger over my chest, causing my knees to stop working. Catching myself on an altar, I tried not to faint from the wild sensations running through me.

And then she giggled, casting a knowing look at Mara. “Oh my. This is interesting. Do you think Lil knew what she was doing when she traded shapes with this young... person.”

The lilin shook her head. “If she did she wouldn't have done it. I'm not sure if I should go find her and warn her. Or sit well back with some beer and popcorn and watch.”

I managed to raise my hand. “Could you, maybe, tell me what's going on?” I asked.

They looked at me, then at each other and laughed. “No. Definitely not.” Margo said.

“If we did, bad things would happen to us. So, no,” Mara told me.

“When you're done here, Mara, come to my place. We can watch the fireworks together.”

Blood Wing landed on her mother's shoulder. “Mom, what's going on?”

“Sorry, dear, I can't tell you yet. Once Petra has died or moved on, I'll tell you exactly what's going on.”

“So should I stay close to Ella or avoid her as much as possible?”

Margo patted her daughter on the head. “Sweety, I'm going to answer you as best I can and with all sincerity. Yes.”

“Yes?” Blood Wing asked, her face screwed up in confusion. “But it isn't a yes or no question.”

“But that's the answer. Now we've taken up enough of the class time. The royal chefs should be done preparing the honeyed dragon kidneys, I'll just pop back home and get them for you.”

Then the succubus smiled at me, shrugged, and pulled me in for a hug. As I was overwhelmed by her scent and body, she whispered in my ear. “You're going to have an interesting time, if you're smart you may even survive. But remember this. If you seriously harm my daughter, I don't care what protection you're under, I will destroy you in the most painful way you can imagine. Then my husband will collect your soul and I'll spend a millennia torturing it. Do we have an understanding?”

“Yes, ma'am,” I squeaked.

“Excellent. Now I must be going. Ta ta everyone!” she said, blowing the class a kiss and disappearing in a puff of sweet smelling smoke.

With the beautiful succubus gone, all eyes turned to me, including the lust demon I'd summoned. Mara was leaning against the wall of the pentagram, back arched, showing off her breasts, and grinning at me, like I was some huge joke.

I really wished I knew what the joke was, and if I'd survive the punchline.