But the Mistress was not...

Lily pulled herself from Genevieve's cuddling body. Amber, speckled eyes with reptilian pupils looked down at her lover, her mother, her greatest personal sin.

For the first time in days, the voice of the beast between her legs was silent, no longer egging her on, cajoling her to indulge in basic animal lust. The shock of the moment didn't let her inner voice sound its own thoughts either. In other circumstances, the silence would have been golden. At this moment, it was profound, almost deafening; a strong underline to the deed she just committed.

After a long moment had passed, Lily said, "Mom... I..."

Genevieve giggled, a musical quality to it that sounded sweetly to Lily. "We're not finished, darling."

Lily had decided that she was very much finished, she screamed and covered her breasts and her groin the best she could and ran for her room. Before she reached the door, her mother barked out, "Lily. Stop." Her voice came out not just with volume that made the house reverberate, but it came out with power that hit the back of Lily like a physical ****, and it came out resonant and masculine. It was the voice Lily had gotten to know very well in the past few days.

More than the power of the command or the volume, it was the shock at the recognition that made Lily stumble and look back. That moment of hesitation killed whatever semblance of a hope that was left to Lily Marsh.

"Come back here, child." Lily was bodily yanked backwards like strings of a marionette pulled her, the floor scraping against the ungulate hooves that she still didn't realize that she had grown. When Lilly was pulled beside her mother, she felt a compulsion to stay put and bow her head.

Genevieve looked at her daughter, admiring her new, diabolical appearance, the monstrous growth between her legs, and also disappointed that Lily would reject such a beautiful gift. "You will obey me, child."

Lily had a spike of anxiety as she felt her lips move on their own and say, "Yes, mother."

Genevieve nodded, satisfied. She spoke, resuming her normal voice once more. "That's better, sweetie. But 'mother' sounds so...," she looked over her new hands admiringly, they felt so slim, strong, and...young, and she knew she would see the something similar if she looked in a mirror. And not to mention the steady pulse beat of the power suffusing her body, like a slow heartbeat. She laughed in delight, realizing that she had been given a second lease on life, with significant benefits to boot. Sure, it probably damned her soul, but those things could be taken care of.

She smiled at Lily, "You know what, Lily? Just call me Genevieve."

"Yes, Genevieve," Lily intoned autonomically, and she broke a cold sweat. Just what had happened to her mother, and how was she doing that?

Genevieve's smile broadened and she nodded. "Good. Now look at you! You've changed and blossomed into something new!"

Lily looked down at her body with surprise, and then mute horror as she took in the changes to her anatomy. On top of becoming a devil, if anything she was lewder than before. She felt something rubbing at her head, and Genevieve was rubbing at something just above her line of sight, grinning. "Don't forget about these, Lily."

With trembling hands, Lily reached up to her forehead and gasped as she felt horns, actual horns, had sprouted from her forehead. She spent a long time feeling at them. They weren't particularly large or sharp, but more than anything, the horns bothered her the most. She would be able to cover up everything else, and even her skin could be disguised with the kind of makeup used in costuming, but her face was irrevocably changed, and anybody who looked directly at her would know that something had changed who and what she was.

Genevieve's smile faltered into mild irritation as her daughter kept bothering with her horns. "Lily, if you don't accept the gift that you gave us both, I will have to punish you."

Lily looked at her, "Mom, please-"

"I said to call me Genevieve," she snapped.

"Yes, Genevieve," Lily replied, once again her body betraying her as the words left her automatically.

"That's better. Now, all fours."

"Yes, Genevieve," she said again, getting to all fours, her eyes fixed to the floor and wondering what her mother was about to do to her.

Genevieve looked on in approval. Her daughter had been avoiding her and keeping naughty secrets from her, doing naughty things behind her back. At least until Lily broke and **** her, but she could overlook that. This punishment wasn't going to be much, but Lily needed a reminder of her place in this house.

Genevieve sat on her back, getting a grunt of exertion from Lily as she planted her waspish hips to Lily's spine. Absently, she lifted Lily's tail and began to finger her asshole, getting a whine of surprise from Lily. She intended to stay seated until she was satisfied Lily had learned a lesson. She wondered if Lily was still a virgin, and contemplated keeping her that way to punish her for rejecting their transformation; to lure men home to let them play with Lily's mouth and ass and tits, but letting Lily's unspoiled pussy bcome a constant source of frustration.

Genevieve set aside the thought. That was for the future, and now that things had slowed down, she had some time to herself.