"Yes! I want it! I need it!"

"Yes! I want it! I need it!" Monaa shouts, knowing full well she might be giving up a part of herself, maybe all of herself to this ****. She couldn't care less. All her life she had been trodden on. How her parents were killed by orcs when she was still a little girl on Draenor and she was taken to an orphanage. How the other girls shunned her, because she refused to talk for months. How, when she slowly discovered her talent for magic and went to study under mistress Valatuu to become a mage, her peers ridiculed her for her shining black horns and used every opportunity to make her life a living hell.

How her first love, a warrior named Nilaraa turned her down laughing saying "As if someone ever wanted to share their bed with you." How she was part of the exodus of her people to a new world, their ship crashing in an unknown land, where she was used as a replaceable pawn to find more of her people. How a giant forest strider had bested her in combat, leaving her forever scarred and to be ridiculed by the other Draenei.

Monaa had never known love. Never had someone desire her. And that is why that became her greatest desire. To be loved. To be desired. To be worshipped. She would give anything for that. Lirra came closest. She was friendly and kind to her. But she could never love her. Her stupid vows to the Light would prevent that. Her other party members seemed to tolerate her, sure. But she would never call them her friends. They needed a mage so they could use portals. And she was the convenient choice. She was sure they would replace her with someone better in a heartbeat, given the chance.

She sits up in bed, folding her hooves under her ass. Her dark self mirrors her actions. "Tell me what I need to do. Tell me how I make these things come true!" she says. The darker version of Monaa gives her a wicked smile and replies: "First, you must prove your determination and devotion. Take our essence into yourself and give up the person you once were. Then we can remake you to be perfect."

Dark Monaa slides her hand to her pussy and moans. Slowly a black slug, about the size of a candle, starts pushing out. It is accompanied by large amounts of blackish slime, which seems to be the consistency of thick honey. With a squelching noise, the slug pulls free of the blue-toned folds of her darker self, causing her to let out another deep moan. Dark Monaa picks it up, using her other hand to scoop some of the slime and bring it to her lips. She licks it off hungrily, all while never breaking eye contact with Monaa. She offers her other hand to Monaa.

Monaa stares at the creature. Its shiny smooth black body contracts and relaxes in her dark counterpart's hand, looking like a catterpillar struggling to move. Her nose fills with a bitter-sweet smell, like wine that started fermenting or a forest filled with dacaying vegetation. She closes her eyes for a bit and inhales. It is a pleasant sensation that relaxes her further. She raises her hand and intertwines it with her other self. The creature moves eagerly onto her palm, leaving a trail on both the Monaa's hands. They stay intertwined for a moment, before other Monaa pulls her hand back.

She smiles at Monaa. "Last chance. Either take the leap and become something more. Something desirable. Something irresistible. Or leave here. Wake up. End this dream. And be your same boring old self. A loser, destined to be alone forever. To never know what could have been. To never know what it is to be desired except in your pitiful fantasies. Your choice."