The Devil in the Details

Story by srb

My Halloween entry. I'll post a chapter a day, should I get the time. It's finished but I think it's too much for one reading in one situation. This chapter contains transformation, masturbation, futanarization.

“But, but Morgan, must I truly disrobe?” Helen asked, shocked at the seemingly odd request of her best friend.

“Helen, I’ve seen you stark naked more times than I can remember. I’m not some young brigand seeking to look up your dress like Percival,” Morgan said, stepping forward from the darkness of the room, illuminated by six candles. She smiled, her crimson lips shining in the reflection as she opened the black leather bound tomb in front of her. A single crow’s black feather marked her spot.

“Oh, how I wish he’d want to look up my dress,” Helen sighed, still upset after his disapproval.

“We’ve been almost sisters since your birth. Simply lie in the midst of the symbol on your back. Hurry now, the hour is nigh,” Morgan said, searching through her bag for the right ingredients. The fresh blood of a highland hare, meadow grass from the lowlands, and a crystal were all necessary for the spell, and not easy to find either.

“Very well, you’re sure that this transformation will work?” Helen asked, unzipping her bright red dress and letting it fall where it may. She looked around her best friend’s room for a moment, as if some boy would be peeking into her tightly shut window before dropping her white bra and panties, exposing her body. Morgan watched, unconsciously licking her lips at the beautiful body of her blond friend, the tanned well toned skin, the soft supple curves of her small hips, the toned muscles of her legs, combined with her pert, perky, young breasts gave her pause.

“Is everything alright Morgan? Will this surely work?” Helen asked, noticing the strangeness in her friend’s demeanor.

“Huh? Oh, yes, this spell will work for certain,” Morgan said, pushing her curly raven hair beyond her black cloak. She did enjoy the length of her hair, nearly down to her feet, but it would get in the way when she was busy. Still there were many spells that made use of long hair.

“So you’ve done this spell before successfully?” Helen said, the stress slowly deflating from her.

“No…not exactly. But I’ve had the spell in my book for years, and it’s a simple incantation,” Morgan said, eyeing the words.

“Simple…you mean you’ve never done this before!” Helen asked, jumping up from the symbol.

“Sit down, now!” Morgan said, a dark aura appearing around her. “The time has come.”

“Nos queso vos effingo suus somes expleo votum illius quisnam diligo suus maioribus,” Morgan chanted in a low growl. Striking a match with a bright flash she had in a moment a fiery blast, an orb of pure igneous energy. Quickly she brought the meadow grass from the lowlands, igniting the dried herbs and filling the room with a thick aroma of the sweetly smelling herb. She shook their fiery ashes above Helen, the smoke almost choking her. She watched with some amusement as Helen cringed, fearful that she would drop burning grass onto her. She had only done that once, and it was purely by accident.

“Nos queso vos effingo suus somes expleo votum illius quisnam diligo suus maioribus,” she chanted again, taking the blood. Morgan seemed to be a dark girl to many, but despite her experience she bore love for the gory side of the dark arts. She had not written the spell, and needed to follow by the letter to be sure it would work. She let the blood drip slowly over the outline of the ancient symbol etched in chalk upon her floor. The power of the spell would be focused manifold had she carved it on the wooden floorboards, or better yet on stone. However there was no excuse she could give her father or grandmother that would not arouse their suspicions further.

“Nos queso vos effingo suus somes expleo votum illius quisnam diligo suus maioribus,” she shouted, holding the crystal above her head. The gem shined, changing color from a bright purple to a shimmering gold. It hummed in her hand, pulsating with an otherworldly power. She knew her incantation was working, the sensation was unmistakable.

“Nos queso thee effingo suus somes expleo votum illius quisnam diligo suus maioribus!” she screamed at the top of her lungs as a bright burning flash with the intensity of the sun forced her to cover her eyes. A beam of pure energy shot forward from her hand, sparks of mystical power enveloped Helen’s naked form, lying down naked on the floor.

“HNNNG!” Helen shouted. She had expected a pain severe enough to kill. As the moments added up she opened her eyes slowly, watching the glowin

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