Angel of course

You feel her, the presence of the girl with potential. You home in on where. It takes you only a moment to realize it is Angel. The thought of watching that helpful, caring, compassionate, white witch twist into a evil demon slut excites you like nothing else.

"It's Angel!"

"Your senses are expanding nicely sister."

"Girls like that, girls with potential are rare, aren't they."

"You have no idea sister. There may only be one or two more in this entire country. It will take us a long time to expand our numbers. Luckily with modern technology a handful of us can enslave the world."

Enslave the world. You lick your lips. Just an hour ago you would have found the thought abhorrent. Now the thought of millions of eager hairless monkey slaves makes you wet. Of course a lot of things seem to make you wet now.

When you last spoke to Angel you had been sexually confused. Changing genders had thrown you for a loop. The thought of a nice juicy cock both aroused and disturbed you.

You slip your tail into you sex, taking advantage of your dripping wet snatch,

Now things couldn't be clearer. You are pretty much omni-sexual. You are eager to fuck and suck your first meat pole. Some nice juicy strange sounds equally tasty. Heck in a pinch tentacles or objects would be just fine.

You had wanted love. Now the thought disgusts you. You want lust, you want sex, the dirtier and more degrading the better.

Malabeth interrupts your mastubation. "How should we proceed with Angel? We could simply take her. Of course tricking her into joining willingly could be so much more fun."