It Would Not Be the Last Time a Deadman Challenged her.

Jayne’s eyes fluttered open when she heard the room door click closed. Cautiously she took account of her situation. It was still dark out, but a hint of light had started to return to the sky through the bedroom window. At some point, she had closed the book and returned it to the study that doubled as a bedside table on her side. The lights in the room were out, but she could see her clothes and the food tray from last night were missing. It slowly dawned on her that a servant must’ve come in to clean in the early morning.

At some point during the night, she had rolled over on her side and was now facing towards the door. Then she realized she couldn’t move her arms and there was a warmth pressed against her back. Maria was spooning her. The warmth and comfort of waking up next to someone made her melt, the knight’s arms were strong and held her tightly. ‘Damn it... I’m supposed to be the big spoon’ she thought but couldn’t complain too much, except for the fact her dual nature was making itself known in these early hours. Morning wood. It wasn’t helping that Maria was breathing against her neck and ear.

Even though she wasn’t alone, it felt like this was the first time she had a moment of peace to herself. She didn’t need to be anywhere or do anything, none of her pressing questions seemed all that important in this woman’s embrace.

It was hard, no pun intended, but Jayne found herself concentrating on every little feeling. She felt her pulse, the blood running through her body, her beating heart that pumped it, the soft rise and fall of her small chest that fed her body with oxygen. Maria’s skin and breath against her own flesh. The silky sheets covering them both.

She let her mind wander over the events of yesterday, slowly it came back to that page she read. But this time she wasn’t assaulted by the obscenity and grotesque imagery. Instead, she heard the voices, they were calmer, less erratic as they coalesced and she heard them clearly for the first time. ‘Shape flesh, and bone.’

Everyone around her had seemed worried. Not just in a sympathetic sense. No... there was something people around her feared, even if it was mostly unspoken. The world mundane world she thought she knew was gone, but now she knew magic existed. Unexplainable phenomena. Ancient secret organizations. Any other time in her life, this thought would seem stupid... but she’d fondly remembered her time playing pen and paper RPGs in high school as a sorceress, bending arcane magic through sheer **** of will rather than years of advanced study and tutelage. The DM always made the old stuffy wizards jealous. Maybe, just maybe, “shape flesh and bone” was a spell.

Focusing on herself, Jayne tried to meditate on this. She tried to shut out all other thoughts from her mind. Suddenly she stood in an unending dark void. No source of light to be seen, yet she could see herself clear as day in a mirror in front of her. No. It wasn’t a mirror. Her reflection didn’t move when she moved. She reached out to touch, herself? She felt real... but did not feel her own touch. She walked around herself, seeing her entire body in full detail. She grimaced.

She had always been a bit of a waif. She was slim, but that was about it. No muscle. No ass. No hips. Barely there tits. She had an average cock at around six inches, which she figured was more than a lot of men still. Her balls looked tiny, hanging in a mostly loose sack. Her pussy was kinda cute though... her mind started to drift towards Victoria Greer and her sycophants. They hadn’t just stolen her night and made her miserable. They’d broken her hymen, with that ridiculous vibrating dildo, and even stolen her anal virginity. It made her seethe with anger.

‘Focus, Jayne. Focus!’ she pushed the anger back, for now, once again looking at her own body. If the best **** really was living well, Jayne would have a body to rival all those bitches. Admittedly it seemed petty now that she didn't even know when or if she'd see the academy again, but the was no turning back now in her mind. She imagined an idealized version of herself, focusing on the body that stood in front of her. Her butt grew, an attractive heart-shaped ass that felt firm but had a hint of jiggle. Her tits filled out to be a perky pair of bouncy C-cups with slightly puffy, sensitive nipples. Her cock grew another two inches in length and her girth matched proportionally. Her ball sack filled out as her balls grew, nice, round and heavy. Somehow she could even feel that her seed was not only more potent but had another quality. By her choice, any woman that came in contact with her swimmers, via skin or internal would begin to crave her. Taking it internally would cause a more intense reaction than skin contact. Could she even do that? Well... if she could, she thought of something else as she adjusted the softness of her skin and grew her lips just a little bit more, making them naturally redder. Yes... her kisses would quickly build arousal in whatever woman she kissed.

'Here I am dreaming about being a powerful sorceress, but I'm making myself a succubus instead' she mused, 'oh well. I guess magic missile is a day two kinda thing.'

Finally, she looked at her skinny arms and legs, her stomach with no definition. She imagined herself with a powerful athletic form, her muscles filling her out but just becoming more denser after a certain point rather than bulging. She could feel her lungs and heart becoming stronger, giving her more stamina, she imagined her organs working at peak efficiency. Healthier than any Olympic athlete. Yes, this is the start of her ‘living well’ she stepped back and looked at what her mind’s eye had created. It was a body that oozed sex appeal, with her fiery red hair and generous cock and balls she could pass for some kinda Celtic fertility goddess. Not only that but her body was powerful, strong, and healthy.

Then her double, the idealized self she created turned and looked at her. “Is this what you want?”

She should probably have been concerned that it was suddenly talking to her... or she was talking to herself, as it were. She probably should have considered the consequences. Like bone, flesh, muscle, sinew does not just grow out of nowhere, nor can it be simply molded into shape willy nilly. Especially bone.

“Yes!” she was excited, she was sure of this. This was going to happen... she could do magic. She could shape her own body!

“As you wish...But this will hurt” said her double, "you more than me."

Did she just sass, herself? "What -?"

She suddenly found herself back in the bed, Maria cuddling her. Had all of that just been good a dream? Wishful thinking? She didn’t feel any different. Then it started. Suddenly a terrible burning coursed through her, like every nerve was on fire, “M-m-m-aria... ple-ase w-w-wake u-up. I-I-need you.”

From another perspective...

Maria was warm, comfortable, and happy. Part of her felt content to be protecting someone so completely. ‘Yes... it is about protecting Jayne’, is what she told herself. Even if it felt so good and so right. Now that she was this close, she’d long noticed the redhead had a lovely scent about her. She had considered if it was maybe some haircare product, lotion, or a lingering perfume she hadn’t noticed before. ‘I’ll have to ask her’ she thought. Her eyes fluttered open slowly, letting the dim early light fill her world. She saw the bare crook of Jayne’s neck and wondered what it would be like to kiss her, to taste her. It was a sinful thought, she knew. Being raised Catholic she had certain religious, if not moral, inhibitions about sex before marriage and the idea of lusting after another woman. ‘Father would be so disappointed if he knew...’ she thought.

She felt a needy warmth flowing through her and press her legs together tightly, to try and deny, but it had the opposite effect. She stifled a moan. This wouldn’t do... she knew she had to get away from Jayne before she gave into these sinful thoughts. But then, she noticed the warmth coursing through Jayne as well. ‘Is she... aroused? Is she dreaming about something... maybe someone’ she wondered and tried to deny a faint hope that maybe that someone was her. But the warmth kept increasing. The woman she had her arms wrapped around felt like she was starting to burn up. Maria even felt herself starting to sweat from it. Something was wrong...

“M-m-m-aria... ple-ase w-w-wake u-up. I-I-need you.”

She was wide awake at that. She rolled Jayne over to look at her face, the girl was clearly distressed. She needed to get the house physician...

Then, it was like Maria could hear the pain when Jayne spoke, it was like the last bit of oxygen leaving her lungs, the last thing someone would say before they lose their mind and all sense of self, the last words of someone dying.

Jayne was spasming now, she knew that she had to get Maria to keep her quiet and not rush for help yet, nor did she didn’t want to be alone for this. As she started to hear her own bone stretching and starting to break she managed one last coherent sentence. Her eyes met Maria’s “hold me down, cover my mouth, can’t scream, don’t stop until it’s over.”

A thousand different alarms were blaring Maria’s mind. She barely knew Jayne... she was clearly in pain. The reasoned part of her told her to get the physician immediately. The knight knew she had to make a decision right there if she trusted her charge... “ok.” she squeaked, and prayed she was making the right call. It was incredibly lewd, but Maria climbed atop Jayne and covered her mouth with one hand, careful not to obstruct her nose. With her other arm, she pressed down across Jayne’s shoulders, trying to estimate the minimum amount of **** needed to keep her pinned without hurting her. She leaned down putting more of her body weight on the redhead when she felt something... hard and warm twitching against her exposed butt. She tried to push that from her mind, ‘what is that?!’ her mind screamed, but that wasn’t important right now, Jayne was.

The pain was terrible, she tried in vain to think of something, anything else but the pain. Her eyes couldn’t quite adjust but she saw Maria’s face, felt the knight’s body on hers when the hand finally covered her mouth. Jayne let go and screamed, shrieking into Maria’s hand. Tears flowed from her pain-filled eyes making it hard to focus on Maria’s face. Soon she couldn’t even see. White spots started to fill her vision until was all light.

Then her world was Darkness.

She was there, at the beginning when creation bestowed lord souls upon the most influential figures of the age. A proud and powerful king with legions of silver-clad knights at his beck and call. He would teach his people to harness lightning from the sky and use it against the enemies of creation. A witch and her coven of daughters who would learn to harness fire with naught but their bare hands. A terrible construct, an amalgamation of those who died but refused to rest, it called itself First of the Dead. It would harness disease, rot and plague against their foes. The fourth was a jealous, bitter and wretched creature, one of the enemy that had turned on its fellows, a dragon born scaleless, and therefore without their immortality. It would use knowledge as power and aid the others with information against his own kind.

The last of these so-called lord souls burned so dimly as to have gone unnoticed by those legendary figures. But not by the Furtive Pygmy. Primordial man. The Pygmy had no great design upon the world, no lust for power. Only loneliness, and so it broke the Dark soul into countless pieces and spread it amongst others of his kind, awakening mankind from the Dark. So it was man was born of an act of charity. So numerous was man that they spread even to places untouched by either the Light or the Dark. Away from the machinations of the God-Kings and their influence.

Then there was her light...

Maria fought back tears, the wailing pain from Jayne had been so intense. She was no stranger to ****. She had seen people die in battle, she had taken life herself in her duties. She’d heard screams and squelches, seen the **** throes of another dying human, heard terrible **** knells of man and beast alike.

But something else was happening to Jayne, something she couldn’t explain. This wasn’t ****. She could hear sicking noises of bones breaking, sinew tearing, muscles stretching, and then somehow all come back together. Jayne was changing right before her eyes. The slip of a teenager was disappearing like a lump on a clay wheel and being slowly remade. It was as astonishing as it was horrifying. She felt Jayne’s hips breaking underneath her and then widening only to be mended again. She could feel the growth of muscle that wasn’t there before. Her body filled out becoming athletic and muscular... possibly even more attractive than a very confused Maria had already found her. The hand that was over Jayne’s mouth could feel softening skin, her lips felt slightly more full now.

The screaming stopped and Jayne went limp underneath her. She let up the pressure and removed her hand from her mouth. She checked for a pulse, it was there, and strong. Maria cupped Jayne’s cheek and turned her head to look at her, “... Jayne?” She asked meekly.

The redhead slowly opened her eyes as she heard Maria’s voice. Every joint, every muscle in her body ached... despite that she’d never felt better in her life. She reached up with her new, stronger hand and laid it atop Maria’s. “Did... I die?”

Maria shook her head, “no... well. Maybe? Heavens, I don’t know what happened!”

Jayne clarified, “I just needed to be sure because I’m looking at an angel,” a weak smile formed on her lips.

The young knight felt as if Jayne earned a slap just for being so corny, but stayed her hand as she had no intent on striking her charge. “Y-you... I-swear I shoul-” she sputtered, unable to form a complete sentence. Taking Jayne’s face in both her hand, she leaned down and placed a chaste kiss on her forehead. “That was sweet. But I have two more pressing concerns. What the hell was that and-” she paused and shifted her hips a little, yep it’s still there “what in Heaven’s name is poking my... uh, backside?”

[Author Note: Holy shit I did it, and some people actually like it. I made my initial goal of at least 15 chapters. I plan to keep going of course. I'm just very happy. If I miss a day, it's because I'm playing Skyrim for the very first time, but I'm pretty good about getting things settled before firing up a game. Also a POLL: CLICK ME]