Loose the magic.

Thinking over your options, you really don't know what to do. “If you strip all magic, what does that mean exactly? For that matter, why is it so bad, all I can do is turn into a horse like creature, and make people think I am their ****. Neither hurts anyone.”

“Not yet perhaps, but as your power grows you will see. Plus listen to yourself. Your magic is to turn yourself into someone's ****. Either to use or ride. Not to mention, it will also remove the craving you have for sex, and devouring others. It starts with things like cum and urine, then blood, then often flesh. Do you not remember when we met you, that you were covered in blood. That is why I almost killed you on sight.”

“That was a monster, it attacked me.” You protest, but inside you know it never even occurred to clean up, and you were pretty satisfied devouring it. Not to mention how much you loved drinking the demons seed, the thought of it even makes your mouth water and your nipples perk up. “Fine. I guess you are right, I haven't felt normal as long as I have been here. Do it. I lived this long without magic, I don't need it.”

“Good choice. Plus I never said you couldn't be taught to use another form of magic, just not like that.”

Then you hear a familiar voice say, “Sleep.” And once again darkness overcomes you.

This time when you wake up you are alone, and the wagon you are in is moving. Looking around quickly you sit up and see that you can still see in the dark. “That's something I guess.” Your body glistens with sweat, and sort of aches all over. Stretching, you stand up and see you are still wearing the little tiny black tube top and matching stretchy tight skirt. “This material almost seems like something from earth.” You muse, feeling it over. It is quite soft, “Eeh might just be cotton.” Then with a big yawn you spot the first thing that shocks you. Your tail is sitting on the bench you were lying on, shriveled up and dead looking. Before your eyes, it hisses, bubbles, and turns into black ooze. “Awe, I kinda liked that.” Quickly you look your self over, the nose ring is still in, your fangs are still there, as are your sharp finger and toe nails. Than your hands slap your head, and sure enough you still have horns. “Horns no tail, odd.” Hopping out of the wagon, you notice another change, you aren't in, well wherever you were. The sun shines in the sky, the grass peaks between your toes, and you can hear birds and bugs all around. “I am out.” Your gaze then looks to your wrist and the gem is gone. “Where did my gem go?” You ask no one in particular.

“It turned to glass and shattered when we left the abyss.” Turning you see the woman Nyassa, still in armor, but looking quite a bit more relaxed. “We will arrive in town before sunset. You will of course be free to go. Here, to get you on your feet.” She tosses you a small pouch attached to a thin silver chain. As you pull it open she continues, “100 gold.” More than enough to buy whatever equipment you need, plus room and board for at least a month. Or you can stay with us. If you want.”

“What will people think when they see me?”

“Well anyone that can use magic will be able to tell you have demonic heritage. However, you are now more like someone that had a demon for a relative several generations back, the physical changes you have often skip several generations. No one will assume you are from the abyss. You don't reek of evil like you used to. That was the magic.”

“So now what do I do?”

“Well like any other free person, that is up to you to decide. I can't say what the future will bring, or what your destiny will bring, but at least for now it won't be in the abyss. For now, just don't wonder to far from the caravan. The lands we are in are pretty dangerous. The boundaries to the outer planes are weak here due to the cataclysm. That is why people like us make our yearly trek there to meet with our friend, and collect things from him to sell.”

“Thanks for everything I guess.” Then your tummy lets out a familiar growl, but this time your mind thinks of a sandwich, the first thing that really makes you finally feel at least a tiny bit normal. “Um, where can I get a bite to eat?”

“Hop back in the wagon. I'll go get something for you I am sure you will like. Then you can get some more rest. We will be at the city before you know it.” She walks away, and you hop up to sit on the back ledge of the wagon, letting your cute little feet dangle in the wind. She comes back a few minutes later and hands you a water skin, and a wide flat wooden bowl that you see contains chunks of meat, carrots, and little potatoes in a thick brown broth, as well as a 4x2x2” chunk of white bread. Sticking out of the stew is a simple silver spoon. The entire thing smells delicious. “Here you go.” Once you have it in your hands, and seem settled, she adds, “I'll be around. Just yell if you need anything else.”

“Thank you, I will.”