Everyone except Xallia freaks out

"AIEE!" With that shrill shriek, the transformed lizardman leaps back and starts turning in circles, looking and grabbing frantically at his, now her, transformed flesh.

The scream was startling enough to knock Anya off her feet with a yelp. Glenda rushes off to pull her back up, but gets knocked over by Anya's mad scrambling and drops her bow.

And through it all you stand in the middle; tired, agitated, and with a hand on your sword's hilt. You look helplessly from the panicking lizard to the tangle of limbs that Anya and Glenda are caught in, until Xallia's purple figure strolls in front of you, laughing airily.

She catches the newly minted girl and hugs her close, leaning close and crooning demon language at her in a melodic voice audibly tinged in magic.

The girl goes limp in the succubus' arms, and Anya and Glenda finally manage to pick themselves up. Now that no one's flailing like a dying hen, you want answers.

"Xallia. What did you do?" You speak slowly and sharply, demanding immediately acknowledgement. The leery demoness turns to look at you readily.

"It's a secret power of my kind, the most prized ability in all the demon lands. The milk of a succubus has the magic to grant beauty, youthfulness, and femininity to any mortal creatures that drink it. Concentrated enough, it can outright transform a male into a female."

"I first got the idea to fortify my assets to turn a fully monstrous specimen into a humanoid from an ambitious academy Mage, but his personal projects including me were discovered and barred by his teachers before we could try. Still, the idea stuck with me, mostly because I never really was attracted to snouts, and I've been wanting an oppurtunity to test it ever since."

At that Xallia grins, slightly manically, "And just look at how brilliantly it succeeded!" She crows, pulling her Guinea pig in front of her for your and your Sister's scrutiny.

Before you stands what you can only describe as a half-Lizardgirl. Her face is very pretty, accentuated with bright golden eyes and framed by auburn hair that brushes between her shoulder blades. Her fair skin is completely smooth and unblemished, and shows the decent tone of her upper arms, thighs, and abdomen quite well. She is of middling height and lithe frame, with rounded hips, prominent pubis, plump little ass, and hand-filling breasts capped with light pink nipples.

Lovely but normal, if it wasn't for what was attached to it all.

Her ears were long, green frills that stuck out of her hair. Her arms and feet were coated in shimmering green scales from the elbows and knees down. Her palms and soles had pale, leathery hide, and thick white claws tipped her fingers and toes. A long, tapering tail waved and flicked from just above her rear-end.

"Isn't she just ravishing?" Xallia purrs, one hand snaking up the lizardgirl's side and cupping a pert, well-shaped globe of a breast.

The girl squeals and tries to twist away from the touch. "Don't!" She wails.

Wait, that needs to be addressed.

"You speak our language?" You ask rhetorically, marching forward.

The lizard peers up at you pitiably, before giving a plaintive "Yes."

"Who are you, and why did you attack us?" When the girl just stammers, you grab her chin and repeat your self slowly. With halting speech and occasional whines the story come out.

"My name Kreasa, I new warrior. We just want have your horse and weapons."

"For what purpose?" you press, "Why?"

"Tribe run from old camp," Kreasa sniffles, "Dwarves and nasty elves keep fighting, us and them, we not stay. We lost, we hungry, we little tools. I just out training. Don't want like this." She subsides into quiet crying, and Xallia leans over to kiss her tears, which Kreasa doesn't pull away from.

You sigh and turn away, looking forward towards the path oto your destination. "We need to keep moving."

Kreasa jerks upright, "You no leave me! Can't go camp looking this!"

"C'mon, Sabine," Xalla pipes up, but you cut them both off.

"We need to get to Grelangen tonight, and the horses can't carry anymore."

"Let her have my spot, I can just fly." Xallia answers.

"You can just fly." You repeat, not sure whether to be incredulous or just angry.

Xallia blanches and hastens to clarify, "I can move only so fast, I can't carry passengers easily, and it takes ridiculous amounts of magic, especially given I don't have wings, but if it's just for the rest of the day, I can manage it."

Well, Xallia clearly has already invested a lot of herself into her experimental new squeeze. You look back at Kreasa, and wish you hadn't. The half-monster girl is looking at you with ****, confused eyes. It wouldn't be fair to do this to her and then just leave her to fend for herself.