Humanity Is Overrated Anyways

The heat, the pleasure, the lust - it builds and builds inside you. The succubus' tail thrusting into you, her hands grabbing, teasing, it's all so wonderful. Your humanity would be a small price to pay for an eternity of this and the second you think that something happens.

For a second you think whatever you've done is a horrible mistake. The heat inside you grows, it feels like you're going to burn from the inside out. But then you realize it's not your body burning - it's your soul. That feeling is the corruption you welcomed into yourself, burning away all of your humanity. As it does the sense of horror starts to fade away, along with any sense of morality inside of you.

With your soul reduced to an empty shell, the corruption starts to fill it. Whatever vestige of your personality remains starts to twist into something more appropriate for that demoness you're becoming. A succubus is lustful of course but there's more to them then their libido. You must be deceitful, domineering, charming, and more to tempt mortals into sin like you were. A sinister smile creeps across your lips as your soul darkens, eagerly awaiting the final step in shedding your pathetic mortality.

As if sensing your thoughts the succubus pleasuring you pushes her tail into you deeper still. You've been at a climax for awhile but this triggers something else, something somehow even more euphoric. The heat floods your body and pressure starts to build throughout it. For a moment it feels you're going to burst but then you feel a release, from your feet of all places. Your hearing had been drowned out with lewd moans and the sounds of flesh against flesh but the distinct sound of snapping bones can be heard over the din. You look to your legs, held apart by the succubus so she has unimpeded access to your pussy, and see your feet undergoing a grisly transformation into hooves. The pain of bone and muscle being torn apart and reformed should be horrific but instead you find it delightful, just another form of pleasure.

But your transformation has only just begun as the pressure in your back and forehead reminds you. The rest of your body has already started changing, your breasts and ass growing as your build becomes a beautiful hourglass. Your skin starts to change, instead of your partner's lovely red yours is a pale, glossy blue. Your nails grow long and sharp, your ears twitch as they become pointed, your hair turns blood red as it changes into a gorgeous windblown style, you lick your soft, full lips with an inhumanly long tongue. A tail begins to sprout from your lower back, flailing about as you learn to control, as your partner removes her own tail from your sex and lowers you to the floor. Your now fully formed hooves make a clack as they comtact the floor but you're more focused on the final piece. One last soft moan escapes your lips as a pair of jet black horns erupt from your forehead.

Your turn your attention from yourself to the other succubi. You thought they were beautiful before but now with the benefit of a demon's eyes you can truly appreciate them for the embodiments of raw sexuality that they are - and now you are. The succubi who had taken you almost seems to read your mind, holding out a hand with a suggestive smirk.

"We would love to have you to help with our 'exhibit'...sister."