From Centaur to Demon

Madre practically devoured the hot cross buns put before her; they were made with two different kinds of flour, 3 different kinds of oil, and the eggs of 4 different birds. And they were the best things she had eaten in ages; the mead was good too, but she used it more as a means of washing down the food in front of her. Delvin was surprised at how the centaur woman was able to down half of the four tins he had made of the buns on her own; he had expected her to polish off one but not really go beyond that. Afterward, Madre made her way to the room that had been prepped for her; Delvin always kept three or four rooms designed for visitors with physiologies that were a noticeable difference from the more standard races.

After securing herself in the room, Madre positioned herself for meditation; while doing so, she suddenly felt a bit warmer than was comfortable, so she removed her attire as part of her preparations. This was the first time Madre had done anything like that; she usually had the patience of mind and discipline of her body for meditation, still very much in her attire. Did she scarf down a few too many hunks of bread moments prior? Most likely, was she proud of that moment? Not really, would she do it again? Most definitely, she had fasted for most of her trek back to the guild and needed a good meal; those buns made for a decent welcome-home appetizer.

Madre closed her eyes to go into her state of meditation. She slowed her breathing in increments. Focused on calming her heartbeats. And worked to empty her mind while expanding her own passive perception. All as she had been taught.

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After what felt like hours later, Madre opened her eyes and opened the door to head outside the room, completely forgetting she had stripped down nude moments prior. The whole inn was silent, so much so that her hooves echoed throughout the wooden structure more than they usually did; she took the ramp designed for races that had more difficulty with typical humanoid stairs down to the main floor and the commons, halfway down she noticed the ramp and its railing were much more ornate that she could recall from her last visit.

Once she was completely down the ramp, the whole place suddenly transformed into what looked like some sort of manor, the kind of place Delvin had talked about being his dream domicile when she asked him about where he would live if he had the kind of resources a proper noble has but with a bit more of a demonic tint to it than she was thinking it could. It was at this point Madre realized she was having a dream or vision of some kind. She took a slow deep breath before exhaling slowly, this practice usually helped to pull her out of unbidden mental images, but that was not the case this time around.

Then it happened; she heard a sexy, yet darker, version of her own voice speak, “You couldn’t keep it all contained forever,” said the sexy dark version of her voice, a silhouette of her in a more sensual figure rose out of her own shadow and leaned in closer to Madre, she suddenly became aware of the figure’s noticeably larger bust that made her feel a touch more envious than she thought, “you know what must come next.”

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Madre’s eyes suddenly flew open; her whole body was burning with an intense need she had never expected before. She was still entirely nude and didn’t even care; she practically rushed over to the door and nearly threw it open in a more literal sense than one would expect. She looked around real quick; no one else was present; a quick look at the door revealed a note that Delvin had left telling her to ask if there was anything she wanted and he would see if he had the means to provide it. She knew what this usually meant, but the wording also started to mean something else in her heat-addled mind.

Madre knew where Delvin usually was around this time, and still completely naked, she just jumped down to the main level and rushed into Delvin’s private chamber, which you had to move through the kitchen to reach, and didn’t even think to wonder why the door to Delvin’s room was literally wide open. In the room, Delvin was also completely naked, which suited her just fine, she thought she noticed something different or off about him for a moment, but she chose to disregard it. The first thing out of her mouth was, “I want to suck your cock,” it was at this point Madre finally caught up with herself and clapped her hands over her mouth real quick in surprise before trying to cover up her features with arms a moment later.

Delvin just walked over to her with an approving grin. Almost as if by instinct, Madre got down on her knees the moment Delvin was close enough, and started sucking on his member, which was already considerably hard. After a moment of sucking, Madre could feel Delvin’s cum blasting the inside of her mouth, some of which struck the back of her throat and traveled down it. What remained of Delvin’s uniquely fiendish cum in her mouth, dribbled down Madre’s face and onto her bosom. A moment later, the centaur woman’s eyes went completely black as her whole body became wrapped in shadow, everywhere in the room but the two-foot space of the room Delvin was in became encased in shadow for a moment.

Where Madre had been kneeling stood a dark-colored centaur with dream-like hair and tail constantly floating about, with an N-Cup bosom, her figure was immaculate and sensual in a way that made her seem like she was out of someone’s wet dream, and when she revealed her eyes they looked like a night sky with the pupils seeming like a moon in different phases every time her eyes left one’s vision. She had become a Phantasm, a variant of Nightmare that was far more skilled at both harvest and dream manipulation to aid in her nightly activities with mortals.

“Well,” said Delvin, “you seem to be a bit kinkier than I anticipated, or maybe you were just that repressed.”

“Thank you for opening my eyes to the truth, Master,” said the phantasm, “you can call me Ganmither,” she licked her glossy umbra lips erotically, “I look forward to serving you as a loyal demonic slut, and assisting in the corruption of others.”

“You can affect dreams, right,” inquired Delvin.

“Yes, Master,” said the phantasm mare with amusement in her voice; she had a few ideas on where this was going.

“Then I have a task for you,” said Delvin, “it involves our neighboring church; I want you to see what you can do to make them more open to ‘converting’ to our way of things.”

“I will see to it soon, Master,” said Ganmither with a mischievous glint in her eye that almost looked like a shooting star.