Not sure yet, (but you've gained power, AND a pair of legs!)

You awaken suddenly. Strange cries call out from the dark canopy of the CessPond. The acrid smell reaches your nose too, leaving you to suspect the raft had floated to the dirtier waters of the CessPond.

You open your eyes then briefly jolt as you realise that you are lying of the skeletal frame. You quickly calm as you look down at what is undoubtedly a dead Lick. It's form is even more dessicated then before, the skin paler and stiffer than before with a distinct absence of it's mysterious and dominant presence.

It's eye sockets were empty, even from shadow as the angle of the day's light which filtered through the trees canopy illuminated the bone within where it lay, head at a slight angle and mouth open.

You sit up and to your astonishment realise you have legs! Furthermore you have pretty normal looking, unwebbed hands and feet! No sooner do you react, do small scales emerge and cover your hands and arms with a similar greenish blue hue you had before. You calm yourself and slowly the scales reseed, revealing human skin which though it was much paler than you had ever been. on your fingers are long sturdy nail's of slightly darker colour than would be normal of humans. Also looking more carefully you notice opace scales along your arms and the back of your arms. They darken with your emotions turning an almost black, but pale quickly into desecration as you take breaths to calm yourself.

Your eyes go wide ant that single breath, for rather than breathing through your lungs, it felt more like your breathed through your skin, refreshing your being and invigorating both your body and mind. In fact you suddenly realise that you hadn't even been using your lungs all this time.

Sudden alarm comes over you again, you're scales darken and reemerge you grasp your head in panic at the thought that you'd become an undead. You're even more shocked as your hands touch a hard protrusion on your skull, you realise to your horror that you now have a a pair of artfully curving horns similar to the horned Lich's.

You pull your hands down your face, afraid of finding a skull there. You find a seemingly normal face, though your incisors are considerably longer than they should be although they retract along with your calming mood. Even your ears, are more pointed, but considerably more human like than what you'd had as a merman, although they retained some of their flexibility and could perk up and twitch or even angle the direction of your hearing somewhat.

Slowly you stand on the raft, an ill smelling but warm swamp breeze greeting your bare body as you take the time to examine yourself in your entirety.

You're penis is back. It wasn't the decently well endowed friend that had accompanied you through your puberty and adult life. No, it was much larger, and also seemed to have shape and colour changing abilities, although to a lesser extent, and was entirely scaleless.

Additionally, you'd likely gained in height since you last had been human, you're shoulders were broad, and although your body was not butch the muscles were defined to some extent through your skin. And yet something felt off. You could not quite put your finger on it. Perhaps it was the proportions of your limbs, the repartition of fat on your belly, hips and ass, or the outline of your figure. But it had an oddly androgynous while still retaining a powerful build and a dominant presence.

You made your way to the side of the raft. the water was covered by a nasty looking yellow algae, but with a simple thought, the water ripples and opened a circular gap in the algue then stills, letting you see your reflection in the water

Looking back at you is a mostly unfamiliar face. Your hair is longer and darker than before, as are your eyebrows and eyelashes. You retain some sharp masculine features you'd had before, yet your bow and noes are slightly softer and your skin is pale and moist, unlike the weathering you're skin had endured through hard labour. Your neck is longer and more slender yet you still have an adam's apple.

Perhaps the biggest difference are your eyes, they are much paler than before and contain a strange mutable inner light. Though not obvious still leaves a mysterious impression in the mind.

On a whim you try flashing a smile at yourself and reel back in surprise. That one smile had completely changed the impression you gave off, it softened the contours of your face and revealed pointed incisors, though not overy inhuman given your current mood gave a distinct and very feminine devilish charm.

You returned pensively to stare at the inhuman corpse on the raft. Although your features had changed a great deal, to a certain extent they were also familiar to you. You now possessed the Nekts androgness pure beauty, but also the Horned Lich's dominance and charm. For although the Lich had been nothing to look at, there had been something magnetic about it. They way it moved, the way it spoke, the way it simple existed.

You grit your teeth and kneel to strip the now definitely dead Lich of it's ragged cloak. Although somewhat plain, unornamented and threadbare it still clad you. The broad cowl fell easily over your new horns, it emphasized your broad shoulders and revealing your neck and collarbone, the wide sash which the lich had born hugged your waist, while it's ends did a good job of hiding your now significant bulge.

Slowly you sat down taking in your surroundings. You were a good distance away from the clear part of the lake. The squirmie queene was nowhere to be seen. Although you doubted that what you did to her had been anywhere near close enough to destroy her, she hadn't seemed all that loyal to the Lich and had perhaps taken the opportunity to grab her freedom. you were at a very watter part of the swamp which almost formed a river and seemed to lead deeper into the the swampy forest of the CessPond.

With an easy thought you directed the water current under your raft to pick up the speed and pull you deeper into the swamp. Although, you had no weapon or armour, you were no longer afraid of your safety. You had a natural scaly protection now, and intuitively you knew that not only was your body physically stronger, but you were significantly more dangerous given the master of magic you innately possessed though you had yet to explore.

Instead you pondered over your journey thus far. How long had you been in the Cess pond. Perhaps a day? Perhaps you'd been here for weeks or maybe months depending on how long the transformation had taken. There was no way of knowing unless you found someone to ask for the date.

However you'd completely changed from the person who'd walked in green eyed looking for treasure. You couldn't even recognise your own face now. You'd been through two major life and **** struggles with the Lich and Nekt, and thinkinging back on it you'd been faced with sides of yourself that you'd never been confronted before.

You'd had foreign urges for the Nekt's ethereal beauty, a darker side of yourself had gripped you and you'd wanted to trick it so that you could use and **** it then sell it off. With your current sense for magic you understood that perhaps your mind had been under an influence the Nekts magic back then. Perhaps it had amplified your emotions and hidden desires to suss out your true nature.

But they had nevertheless been your true feelings even if you would never have acted upon them in normal circumstances.

As for the Lich, it was hard to acknowledge, but in hindsight it had been the most erotic experiences in your life. The danger and the intense battles of the mind had further enhanced your arousal. But it had been the Lich's choice to pursue your pleasure in the bid to manipulate and control you. Liches were keen manipulators, and the fact that it so quickly favoured pleasure over pain, entailed that sexual gratification was something you were susceptible too.

And yet, the mere thought of it made your alien cock tent the Lich's robes with desire. And a sexual frustration and hunger nagged at you. Something had been unlocked inside of you and there was no going back to the innocent days when you first stepped in as a virgin.

Ironically, you were still a virgin, but perhaps this would change very soon.

Your eyes smoldered coldly as the raft drifted deeper into the Cesspond, guided by your unseen underwater current.