The Story of the Red Shoes

"A century or more ago, a man told the tale of a vain young woman who became enamored of a pair of red shoes," Blaze began, as the reporter bounced up and down on her hard cock.

"So vain that she wore them to church, and uttered certain blasphemies at the old women that scolded her; the old women that watched with envy and disapproval as she danced off with the visiting soldiers, calling her no better than a whore."

Lois panted, hips aching...and saw the form of her lover shift underneath her. Fat seemed to melt away, skin drawing taut on hard, wiry muscle. Cheek bones became more prominent, the teeth sharper...and the skin became flushed red, redder than Lois had ever seen, and finally began to turn a deep, unnatural crimson.

"Her heels danced on the buttocks of one soldier, and he cursed her to dance forever...and so she did. Seized by a fire between her legs, she spread her thighs for every soldier in the regiment, heels drumming on their buttocks, urging them on to greater efforts, sometimes two or three at a time..."

Dark bumps grew on Angelica Blaze's forehead, and Lois wished she could throw herself off but her pussy clamped like a vise on the hard cock, thighs tightening to hold the transforming prostitute inside of her. Lois shuddered as she felt the cock throb, saw black, sticky rivulets flow out of her pussy around the now crimson cock...and hardly had she caught her breath when she felt her buttocks rise again, the fire inside still unquenched.

"...and she begged and prayed for release, the town bicycle, a disgusting slut who was marked always by her red shoes, unable to control her lusts. She would bend over for any who asked her, whether they offered payment or not, and if she went a day without a lover her body burned with fever, her hand moving inside herself continually. So pitiable was her condition that she asked a doctor to sew her pussy shut..."

The dark horns stood out from that handsome brow, a forked tongue flickered out between those luscious lips, and the eyes rolled up in Blaze's head, so that only the whites showed...yet Lois felt they were still seeing her as she desperately humped the demon's damned dick.

"...but it was no use. She begged them to fuck her other hole, to stick their cocks into her ass, to split her open. And all the time she howled for them to make love to her, those red shoes danced and danced."

Lois felt ill, staring down at her demon lover. She had been entrapped, she knew that now, and was fucking something not even human. Yet there had to be some way out of this curse, some way to break the spell. There was always a catch in the old fairy tales, wasn't there?

"Wh-what," Lois said, panting in desperation. "What happened to the young woman with the red shoes? D-did she ever stop?"