The Hawthorne Solution

When it came to actually changing the Vamprell, John didn't have very many options for the beast. He had his Augment Body ability and a pair of Succubus Elixirs but not much else. In the end, he still couldn't see how it was supposed to change Vanessa. With any luck, he could make it so that she craved semen like a demon would, fed on it even. However, it didn't mean that she had to start acting any better. According to Wentworth, the 'Vamprell' was still a hostile creature and there was nothing he could find to make sure that it would inhibit Vanessa's natural instinct to attack anyone she wanted. The most he could try to do was simply... befriend the monster that was about to try and mold with his worst nightmare.

If it didn't work, then all he was doing was probably going to just make Vanessa stronger.

Wentworth wasn't of much use after she summoned the Vamprell. She gave him a pot to pour the elixirs into and let the beast swim around in it where it eagerly consumed the transformative once he mixed it with a bit of his blood, but she refused to help him direct the monster to its target. She held it in place while he spammed his Augment Body ability to try and change the type of things that the Vamprell could digest and used his Meditation ability to pile the effects on as much as possible. He tried to target its feral mind to take away the craving of blood, though he doubted that he actually managed to effect it much in that way. Hell, he even tried just casting his Augment Body spell on it with the sole intention of just 'changing Vanessa to be better' and then asked if Wentworth could finally unleash the beast on the Bitch Queen herself. His teacher insisted that this was his decision to make and that if he was going to be a part of the Abyss from now on then Otrov was right, he had to man up and do it himself. At the most, she would lead Vanessa to the barrier just to keep the monster from escaping or running rampant around the school, but the rest of it was up to him. When they were done talking, Wentworth gradually faded out of sight, her colorful form turning translucent... and disappeared completely and left him alone, with his hands still wrapped around the throat of the carnivorous symbiote. He swallowed as the beast twisted and writhed in his grasp, churning to try and face him for another lunge, but he locked his fingers tightly around it.

Almost a whole minute passed where John simply stood there and struggled with the monster over and over again. Its slimy black skin made it impossible to hold on to, and the tensing corded muscles in its tiny body were surprisingly strong. It flexed and jumped over and over again, and with each movement, it slipped an inch further out of his grasp. By the time his hands slipped about four inches away from the top of its neck, John still hadn't realized that he wasn't going to be able to hold on to this thing physically. It lurched to the side, throwing John's grip, and then lunged at him from the slight gap it made between his fingers!

It was erratic, even while flying through the air, to the point that each time its tail wavered in the air behind it made it impossible to see exactly which way the beast was trying to curve to. It slapped against his chest, curling quickly around his arms and his neck, but John tried to be just as quick. While Wentworth had been there, she had given him the opportunity to recover his mana. He had enough to try and slap it away from him with an Infused Strike, but he was worried that he might kill it if that happened. Instead, he just tried catching it again. He jammed his fingers into the monster's mouth and scowled when dozens of rows of razor sharp teeth bit down on him.

-4 HP

Thankfully, it didn't bite down very hard. It gave him enough time to push back against the beast and cast one last spell on it, but he didn't want to waste the opportunity trying to use Augment Body again. The creature still needed a host to survive, changing what it wanted to eat wouldn't help with that. Instead, he chose to cast Rememory. He didn't know exactly what the beast could remember, if it could remember anything at all. The only good memory with him that he knew it might have was of the moment that had just passed, when he and Wentworth put it in a pot and fed it. He tried to make it see him doing something friendly in the hopes that it wouldn't be so hostile... and then he grinned once the Vamprell slapped back against the floor after he pushed it off him and froze.

It coiled up briefly, like it was ready to attack... and then it stopped just before lunging at him.

Pincher
Level 4 Vamprell
<Pinchy>
12/56 HP
+160 RP
Effects: Suffocating (Hostless.)

The brief reminder that he had fed the beast proved to John that it liked him... briefly. As its health dropped another point, so did the relationship score he had with it. 160 became 150, and John almost gasped when he realized that his plan for stopping the budding psychopath at his school was dying right in front of him.

He wasn't the only one to realize it. As soon as 'Pincher's' health dropped a single point, it shuddered weakly and coiled up again. It wasn't a matter of friendship or kindness at this point, it was life or **** for this thing. It needed a host... so it lunged again!

A sharp snapping sound dashed by one of John's ears as he activated his Fighter's Eyes as quickly as he possibly could and stepped out of the way. The beast's black slimy tail curled as he tried to dodge it... but the monster had far, far more experience with attacking things than John did with avoiding them. He felt the end of the monster slap against his neck again and tighten like it was about to latch onto him, before it just... slipped free.

It flew away from his head and out of sight to the other end of the room where he heard it wetly slap against something else, and then he spun around to face it again just as another familiar velvety voice gagged and groaned in disgust.

"Newman?! What the hell is this thing?!" Vanessa snapped, her golden blonde hair bouncing as her feet dropped a couple inches into the new, small, closed-off room. The front of her skimpy, red, black, and white cheerleader uniform and her arms were immediately caked with a thin layer of gelatinous grey slime as the Vamprell collided with her chest... but it didn't fall off. It hung across her elbows for only a moment before it started to curl and cling to her torso, squeezing one of her large breasts tightly against her. She shook her arms and jumped up and down like she was trying to drop it, but the monster wasn't the only new and surprising thing that had appeared right in front of her. It was just the one she could feel the most. Her eyes darted around the solid room around them that had no exit or entrance, and she furrowed her brow as 'Pinchy' began to climb up to her neck. "Where the hell are we? Is this a snak-guh?!"

The Bitch Queen didn't get the chance to finish her sentence before 'Pinchy' lunged at her again. It launched up from her collarbone as an... opportunity came while its prey was still speaking, and caused both Vanessa and John to gag with its next action. The 'head' on this eel-like creature stabbed out of sight as it shoved its way through Vanessa's plump pink lips, and both the Gamer and his bully froze as they watched the monster instantly start to tense... and then writhe as it made its way across her tongue. Thick grey jelly was squeezed off the sides of the monster as it filled and stretched her mouth open to the point that her lips formed a tight seal around the width of the beast. The jelly that was squeezed off the beast at her lips was **** to smear across her cheeks and chin, dripping from her face in thick clumps. It thrust and jerked, punching the entrance to her throat once... and then twice before Vanessa finally got the chance to react.

It moved so quickly that the cheerleader didn't even get the chance to scream. She just reached up to try and claw at the thing and bite down on it while the monster continued to try and bind with its host. Her teeth never even broke the skin of the monster. At most, she caused it enough pain to make it let out a muffled squeal in her mouth, and then its corded muscles thickened and **** her jaw to widen again. It moved in a way that made her stop fighting and instead drop to her knees to try and prevent the urge to hurl, but she didn’t have much luck. Thankfully, even while gagging and gurgling sickly, nothing came up. There wasn’t enough room for anything to come back up.

Eventually, the beast stabbed past the entrance to her throat. A large wriggling shape bulged through the front of Vanessa's neck, causing tears to cascade down her face while the monster wormed its way deeper and deeper, but neither John nor Vanessa could stop it. John wasn't even sure that he should have. This was the only option he had to try and make things better, and even if he had found the composure to do something, he wasn't sure that he would have helped her in that moment.

He was stunned because he hadn't been expecting the transformation to start like that.

The worst part was that it continued for some time. The urge to vomit and **** the creature back out of her kept Vanessa on her hands and knees as the monster slithered into her like some kind of snake. Inch after inch slowly descended until her face was red and strained and the bulge in her throat had pushed past her neck, and then the monster disappeared out of sight somewhere in her torso. It pushed on until all three feet of that dark, monster tentacle were taken in, and the tail of the beast silently slipped across her tongue and followed the rest of its body down into her throat. Her mouth hung open slightly as she continued to gag and retch dryly while the slimming shape of the last of the monster disappeared from her throat and down into her stomach, but all the vomiting in the world wasn't pushing the monster back out. His bully cried for a little while longer, whimpering and whining while she held at her stomach, but her reaction didn't surprise him once she started talking again.

"I-I-I can f-feel it in m-me..." she cried out, tears still streaming down her face. Her dark mascara made rivers of inky blackness across her normally high cheekbones, but neither one of them were all that focused on it. The only signs left of the monster once being there was all the jelly that it had left on her face. "m-moving..." Again, she retched, but the wave of nausea passed quickly for her. It didn't pass for John at all. Once she looked up at him, there was a moment, only a second, of panic in her features where she looked like she was about to ask him for help... and then her face contorted and twisted horribly. "You!" she growled at him. "It should have attacked you!" she snapped and stood up on unsteady feet. She crossed the distance of the room in a couple of steps and reared her fist back like she was going to hit him, "You worthless, dis-disposable, stupid f-fiend! Why did you mov-" and then she stopped. Her feet went limp and fell out beneath her, and John watched as the cheerleader's eyes rolled back into her head as she fell towards him.

He caught her barely, with his hands sinking into her big, soft, pillowy chest, and then stared at Vanessa as her eyes closed completely and she passed out in his arms. His fingers instinctively dug into her breasts as he held her there, squeezing her nipples up into his palms, and then carefully lowered her to the floor. He considered walking away and leaving her in the barrier for Wentworth to clean up, since he was sure that she would for someone so important to her 'plans', but an idea made him stop at the last moment.

If one cast of Rememory affected 'Pinchy' enough to make the beast like him, then a few more would have definitely put one half of the creature that Vanessa had become on John's good side. It seemed like it was worth a shot, so he tried reminding it that he had helped the monster.

Vanessa started to stir in her sleep as soon as John had cast the spells.

Thankfully, he didn't have to wait long before Wentworth showed up to clean up the mess. She took Vanessa away from him and informed John that she would send the girl back home to rest. When she woke the next morning, with any luck, the events of that day would seem like a nightmare to her. Whatever possibly changes were in store would seem largely natural, if not at least perverse. She let John out of the Trap Barrier, and he appeared in the school hallway again. The clocks on the wall remained almost unchanged, as if only a couple of minutes had actually passed during the hours where he had been away.

Yet, even with enough time to make it to class and possibly catch up on all of his schoolwork... John chose to leave instead. Everything that he had felt like he needed to do there was done now, so he started walking back to the Frozen Flame's head quarters so that he could get paid.

It was a long walk, but at least it would give him more than enough time to think about what kind of prize he wanted to ask for for all of his help.