First, some experimentation

Stocking came out of the bathroom, brushing her teeth thoroughly after having so much of the bitter bean juice. She had no idea why she drank so much damn coffee in the first place, especially in such a quick amount of time, but that’s how it went. And at the very least, she’s wide awake right now.

Heading to the bedroom, she got dressed in the school uniform outfit for today, ready for this event thing. Checking the mirror, she humphs, satisfied with her appearance, also making sure she was wearing her weapon of choice, though also the ring had failed to leave her finger.

“This looks suitable enough for the party.” She said, turning away and walking out the door to her room. Unfortunately, the ring decided it was another good time to strike, shaping her clothes around to be something completely different.

Certainly something that’s unsuitable for a school environment and unquestionably not within her tastes.

Just as she rounded the corner to enter the church hall, she heard the striking of a lightning bolt. She sighs. A ghost so soon?

And right on cue, she sees the large black preacher-man that was their celestial manager; Garterbelt, extract a slip of paper from a burnt up husk of their green, zipper-ridden pest of a mailbox dog thing.

Dammit, Stocking thought, Another ghost? That’s such bullshit…

Panty stumbled in through the front door, also annoyed. She took the time to hook up with some handsome dope in a convention where they eventually cornered the last ghost.

“Angels!” The afro-bearing priest called through the large hall, “Another ghost has appeared for you to vanquish!”

As he rambled, both angels slumped down into a pew, with Stocking asking, “Let me guess, bad lay?” to which Panty scoffed and admitted, “Dork would not shut up about nerd stuff while I was riding his dick. He was lucky he was built like a lumberjack with a log in his pants, but if I have to hear one more thing about the depiction of some race in Star Trek or some shit, I’m going to shoot them.”

Panty paused as she glanced sideways at her gothic sister, looking decidedly…different.

It was one thing to be wearing a super tight tube dress down to her knees with a tutu rim, a sash with a large bow, some heels, and some long gloves, but decking the whole ensemble in cow-print, adding a cowbell to the bow and a hairband with cow horns seems a bit much. The accentuated cleavage in the sweetheart top cupping her significant feature of her body makes it obvious that this was meant to be sexy but comes off as somewhat ridiculous.

“The fuck you wearing? Didn’t realize you had such a thing…” Panty scoffed, to which Stocking cleverly retorted, “Go fuck yourself; it was the only clean thing in the wash. At any rate, you’re one to talk. The hell are you wearing?” It wasn’t true, she realized, but everything else was more destroyed in the wash due to throwing Chuck in there in a point of anger.

“The fuck does that mean?” She inquired, as she looked up at her normal outfit of a pair of baggy polka-dotted pants, suspenders that kept her handful boobs covered just barely, floppy clown shoes with some heel to them, and though she couldn’t see it clearly, the big shiny buttons on the suspenders reflected off the white face-paint and clown nose on her face.

“ANGELS!” Garterbelt snapped after realizing they weren’t paying attention and flicked the piece of paper that held the clue to the ghost they needed to hunt towards them. “I refuse to repeat myself! You get out there and start hunting!”

They both groaned and got up, making their way to their vehicle, See-Through. They did not want to go ghost hunting today, but after seeing the clue, Stocking was at least glad that it seemed to be school-focused so that she had an excuse to go to the party.

“Ugh, and here I am dressed in a cow costume…” She muttered, smacking her butt down into the passenger side, “I’m going to look weird being there in this…”

“Ohohoho, let’s see…Oh, another fun idea~ Angels in Daten City have to wear clown apparel all day today! Heeheehee~ That would be fun to see~”Back in the tower, Scanty is laughing to herself of all the things she’s been saying, writing them down as she does. An idea from Kneesocks listening in on her manic ramblings along the lines of, “If you’re gonna go mad, at least write your madness down so you have something to present for the acceptance speech…”

This was before; for the fun of it, Scanty had said that, “Until it’s time to leave for the party, Kneesocks constantly sounds like she’s in the middle of some wild sex whenever she tries to talk!” Along with commenting on some actions and transformations to put her in, just to see the limitations on the ring’s power on an individual.

The end result is that Scanty has her sister in front of her on a desk, the size of a doll, tits the size of Kneesocks’ head, trotting around the desk in a circle with the lower half of a personalized miniature equine as a centaur toy, blushing furiously as she screams out things like, “Oh yeah, big boy! Shove that huge dick right up my fat ass! Oh yeah~ Right there! Ooooh, fuck! Spank my slutty tits, you hunk!”

Scanty was having so much fun with the power, watching her sister in delight, flicking her horsey rear with a finger just to watch her shout out that she was cumming, much to her humiliation. Scanty could only imagine what she and her sister could do to those bitchy angels if she could play with her sister as a mere toy like this. Trap them in a video game and control them? Put them up on stage and make them act out stupid things? All this power just wouldn’t be worth just saying that they disappear or whatever. She must savor the feeling of total domination!

Though another thought comes to her mind, once these changes have reverted when it’s time to leave; like she said they’d do, what would Kneesocks have to say after this current situation the green-haired compatriot stated her to be in.

Time flies while you’re having fun, it seems, as the alarm on her phone alerted them that it was time to go, and immediately, Kneesocks sort of grew and returned to her old self on the desk in a puff of smoke, knocking everything on the desk over, back in uniform and bodily the same, except the massive hooters, of course, Scanty thinks they are a fantastic feature on her to gawk at~

“Sooo? How was it?” Scanty inquired, wondering what Kneesocks’ response to be.

Kneesocks scooted off the desk with a blush still radiating off of her already red face, “W-well, I still don’t know what you mean. All I did was flop onto the desk, blank out, then find myself back on the desk, but now the things knocked over, and my face super flushed. Did you do something to me?”

Scanty found the response interesting. The ring certainly made things unaware of the changes, but the moment they change back to normal on some time limit, do they always black out? Or is it that the ring decided to justify it as such with regard to how **** the change back was?

Scanty was looking at the sparkling ring pondering the implications, making Kneesocks roll her eyes as she walked to exit the room to get ready for the party, “Ugh, I should’ve known. You’re still trying to convince me that that ring is a reality warper, but I’m not falling for it! If there were such a thing, you’d think it’d be locked away or be used by others by now if that were th-!”

Scanty only smiled sweetly and muttered something under her breath as she watched her sisters’ boobs jiggle and bounce along underneath her uniform.

“What did you say?” Kneesocks asked, turning around.

Scanty smirked evilly and said, “Horny-Socks!”

Kneesocks’ body snapped into action, her face looking down as her hands ripped open her jacket and shirt, thrusting out her huge red jiggling melons. She was about to ask what was happening, but her knees buckled, getting on her knees as her hands reached up to her horn.

Her hands began stroking it violently and very much suggestively, As well as making her extremely wet, as a common trait for demons is that their horns are very much erogenous zones. She tried opening her mouth, asking again, what was going on through her sexy moans, but all that came out was, “I’m a dumb horny unicorn! I’m a dumb horny unicorn! I’m a dumb horny unicorn!”

Scanty giggled as she went to her room to get changed herself. “Don’t worry, sister, that trigger only lasts for five minutes, then you can move again~ I’m assuming you believe in the ring more now! See you when you’re…freshened up~ Ohohoho~”

And with that, she left Kneesocks alone to finish her embarrassing show, but not any more believing in the ring, as she was annoyed that the trigger that was implanted in her from that accidental use of the Hypnos Pill was used on her instead of the angels.

Wednesdays are such a headache.