You Got What You Wanted

Black lightning crackled between Blaze's fingers. The dolls' plastic skin grew opaque, features hardening. Lois watched in silence as the four sex toys went from inanimate objects to living women—and a part of her wondered if they were even aware of the process, if they could feel it. Blaze had certainly said that they were aware of what it was like as sex toys, so...maybe...

Something to ask Angelica about later, Lois told herself.

The outlines shifted as the air hissed out, the plastic skins deflating like they were wrapping around live nude forms. Breasts went from hemispherical outlines to smaller, heavier forms with weight and mass; bones showed at hip and shoulder as the plastic skin was now supported by a skeleton. Then the plastic itself began to flake away, revealing clean, human flesh underneath.

There was a small clap of thunder, a rush of air...and four nude women leaned where once four fuckdolls had been. Lois recognized them from their school photos. All of the missing women.

"Ladies," Blaze said. She took a deep breath. "You asked me for pleasure. You got what you wanted. But nothing lasts forever. You are...free now. Body and soul."

She waited for a reply. The women didn't say anything. Lois gave Blaze a nudge with her elbow.

"Oh, right. You'll want...clothes and things." Black lightning crackled. A pile of miscellaneous clothing appeared in front of the women. "Sorry if it isn't folded, that's basically the entirety of the lost-and-found box. All your clothes should be in there."

The women looked at each other and shrugged. Wordlessly, three of them squatted down and began picking through the pile. Only Jenny Dunlap remained standing, hands crossed in front of her breasts.

"Can you give me one reason why I shouldn't call the cops?"

Blaze blinked. "I'm a demon that just turned you into a sex toy and back again. I do not fear your 'cops.'" Her voice was flat.

"Well...what about compensation?" Jenny insisted.

Blaze raised an eyebrow. Lois leaned over and whispered in her ear. "Give them some money."

"Oh, very well." Lightning flashed. a small pile of bills appeared at each woman's feet. "The club has been...profitable. Are you content with this?"

Jenny picked up a wad of bills and thumbed through it. "Shit, this is more than I made camwhoring. This'll cover the rest of college!" She brought the stack of cash up to her nose to breathe it in. "Yeah, I'm happy."

Lois took Blaze by the elbow and dragged her out of the room. In the hallway, arm in arm, the demon seemed...reflective.

"That was much easier than I thought," she chewed her lip. "I honestly thought they might have been driven mad, or one of them would have asked to be turned back into a sex toy or something."

"You did a good deed," Lois said. "You deserve a happy ending. They don't all have to be complicated. I'm sure those sluts will need therapy later, but you did the right thing, turning them back."

The reporter leaned over and gave Blaze a peck on her cheek.

"And good deeds earn rewards..."