The Succubus' Wedding Night by Reif

Chapter 1

We know what we are, but know not what we may be.

~William Shakespeare~

A black arrow zinged through the air carrying the promise of death in its flight. It was aimed well by the small goblin creature perched on a rocky outcropping that had fired it down into the furious battle between a score of its comrades and two humanoid shapes below, but it had far to travel and its quarry, ever mindful of the danger of staying in one place too long, retreated behind the face of a boulder. The bolt of death struck rock instead of man causing the pointed weapon to ricochet closely, but harmlessly past the head of the mighty warrior that took shelter there.

“This is going well,” the armored juggernaut flatly thought as he counted the remaining scurrying foes against the wounds he had already sustained.

The Titan had already dropped a number of attackers as he emerged from his brief shelter to again stand against the charging group. He came into profile on the rocky, scrub bitten ridge; the harsh reddish glow of the endlessly erupting nearby volcano lit his features in ash shadowed tones. The first goblin was having difficultly deciding how to get around the boulder and was an easy target; the Titan’s sword cut it down but not before the rest of its comrades closed in. Individually, they were weak but in these numbers they could overwhelm even veteran warriors. The Titan held his ground and did his best to keep his shield arc in front of as many foes as possible but even with a careful dance of steel he was taking hits. He took another goblin down with a carefully executed backswing but the calculus of the battle was against him. The Titan inwardly sighed and accepted his imminent end, annoyed at how inconvenient his death, so deep here in the Scorch, was going to be. He half turned, checking to see if his compatriot had any chance of getting away intact and was relieved to see the yellow haired battle priestess deliver a critical hit with her large war hammer into the head of one attacking goblin, splattering her form fitting armor with gore. Using the opening, she cast a minor magic of renewal before resuming the cadence of her own battle. The Titan slightly smiled as the red bar above his head began increasing, the calculus of the fight had changed, it would be close, but victory was possible now. Slowly the number of attackers dropped, and with another gestured heal their victory became inevitable. Deciding to actually communicate with his partner the Titan paused and spoke with the click of a switch.

“You know, you took your sweet time in getting that first heal off, I was just about dead,” the warrior directly complained to the smaller woman across a massive field of glowing goblin corpses that had all come to rest in the exact same pose.

The lithe priestess holstered her hammer causing it to disappear, and spoke in a rich baritone reply that was completely incompatible with the body it issued from, “Hey Zach, lay off, I sort of had my own set of problems there. As I recall by the way, one of us wanted to clear the outlying camps rather than make a beeline for the quest doodad. Oh right that was me! At any rate why don’t you go take care of that last archer and grab the quest item. I’m going to be a minute looting all this.” The priestess’ response finished, her master’s baritone voice ended with the soft click of a transmit button.

The Titan ran up the hill and quickly dispatched the goblin archer, then grabbed the prominently displayed Sword of Ages (snarf) which hummed with a looped sound effect intended to convey the artifact’s power, which might have been useful to the goblins that lay dead around it had they actually used it. That however would have required the goblins to think, and that was something their artificial intelligence wasn’t capable of doing. Zachary Miller sighed at the obvious limitations of his favorite pastime and directed his Titan avatar back down the hill in time to see his partner in digital genocide finish loading enough weaponry to outfit a small army into a single small backpack.

He reached for the transmit button again and stated to the Priestess’ owner, “Well that’s one piece of this quest, what next Scott? We could go get the Shield of Eons, (good grief who names these things) up at the lava river.”

Scott replied in his deep voice through his microphone while controlling his alluring avatar, “Actually I’m probably going to pack it in, we’ve got an early meeting tomorrow in accounting and you know how Ben gets cranky if he doesn’t have everyone giving him their undivided attention at least 10 minutes before the time he actually schedules the meeting for. Besides I’m just not feeling it tonight.”

“Aw man Scott, you never want to do anything fun anymore, when was the last time we raided the Gnome city? I was sure that when you created that hot Battle Priestess that you were going to loosen up and be loads more fun.” Zach spoke with a note of derision.

“Hey, if I have to stare at the digital representation of a human butt for hours on end, it might as well be a woman’s butt. Besides, its not like accounting is the same as IT where as long as the servers aren’t on fire and e-mail works no one cares whether y’all are half asleep in the morning. If I make a mistake, Ben will spend the rest of the day riding me like a pony. On top of that, I don’t know, don’t you ever feel like we’ve gotten in a little of a rut?” Scott answered in a mix of irritation and weariness.

Even as the puppet masters of both avatars directed them back to their virtual base, the soft light from two monitors that represented the digital looking glass that connected the two men softly played on their features and spilled out into their real homes beyond. The question had prompted a moment of quiet introspection between the two as they briefly inspected their lives and individually reached remarkably similar conclusions. Both men had long endured the mocking titles of nerd and geek, having met in school the two had conquered many imaginary dungeons together, fought across virtual stars, and had lively debates over whether certain films accurately depicted universes more interesting to the two than their own. While good friends, neither had actually intended to follow each other, and it was only circumstance that the two had ended up in the same town, working for the same company. Now with Scott firmly embedded in the accounting department of Inventech and Zach a valuable member of IT, both men diligently worked away during the day on mundane problems and relieved the monotony of their lives at night by sending their minds to more exotic locales, most recently the digital world of Warquest. The two were not exactly interchangeable. Scott had a cautious streak, had a decent number of books mixed in with his movie and anime collection, and the walls of his spartan home had a few interesting art prints as decoration. Zach was more aggressive and impulsive, his shelves practically groaned under his love of cinema, and his walls were a shrine to tacky posters with beautiful women significantly overrepresented in the mix.

The moment ended as the tell tale hiss of escaping gas betrayed the opening of a carbonated beverage and was broadcast across Zach’s microphone which he had inadvertently forgot to turn off. Zach silently grimaced as Scott’s voice answered.

“What ever that was Zach, it had better be diet or you’re breaking your promise.” Scott firmly spoke.

“Oh yeah definitely diet, yum,” Zach lied as he looked down at the ‘ELITEmax’ energy drink in his hand and thought about the half-drunk case in his fridge. His mind did its best to rationalize the broken promise, and he weakly tried to convince himself that the pounds he had been slowly packing on since college didn’t make him THAT overweight. Quickly he tried to shift the subject, “You know I bet you’ve got one of those awful pineapple smoothies on your desk right now, those aren’t exactly health drinks either, and you’re practically addicted to them.”

Scott looked at the almost empty bottle of ‘Hawaiian Pineapple Paradise’ on the corner of his desk to the trashcan that was full of empties nearby, and then towards the 2 cases he had stashed in his kitchen.

“Actually its soda tonight and at least my beverage of choice started out as actual fruit.” Scott lied in return.

Both men searched for a change in the subject as their avatars reached their destination. Zach found one first as they stopped to look at another player’s Titan avatar which was nearly identical to Zach’s but sported a massive sword with luminous runes down its length which glowed with a fiery halo of red light.

Zach’s reverent whistle was reproduced by Scott’s speakers as Zach spoke, “Never seen one of those before, wonder where he got it?”

“Judging by the effect, that’s an epic-unique, which means it maybe the only one and he probably spent several months trying to get it. Do you really want to put in that kind of effort for a virtual weapon? Or is the acquisition of such a mighty phallic symbol in compensation for other short comings to much temptation to resist?” Scott mercilessly teased while his mind did an admirable job of blocking the memory of the time he had inadvertently discovered that Zach held a small edge in that department when he had foolishly barged into a bathroom as Zach had been relieving him self.

“Oooohhhhh….That was a low blow, you bastard.” Zach laughed before continuing. “Well, okay, we’re a little burnt out on Warquest are we? Well what about Riley’s tomorrow instead? We might get a chance to check out that cute redhead Stacy that’s always hanging out there.” Zach supplied the idea and waited for its acceptance.

Riley’s was a favorite of theirs. A weird combination of club and sports bar that had an admirable arcade and billiards section which along with the big screen TV’s supplied ready diversions when the occasional patron of the fairer sex wasn’t showing any interest in the two men. The owner was clearly trying to attract everyone and the wide spectrum of patrons denoted his success.

“Riley’s sounds good, see you after work then. Catch ya later” Scott made a note and then exited Warquest as he made his final preparations for a night’s rest. Zach stayed a bit longer, interrogating his digital doppelganger as to where he had acquired his trophy.

Chapter 2

The next day passed as all work generally does, slowly. A list of ‘action items’ from Scott’s meeting and a virus released on the company network kept the two men busy for most of the day. With no reason to visit they existed in their own separate domains and, neither was in a particularly good mood as they finally pulled out of the company parking lot. Still the prospect of good company and maybe a cute girl or two lifted their spirits as they headed towards Riley’s.

There already at Riley’s, a raven haired woman regarded the stream of patrons arriving after work disappointed in throng of humanity in the same way a lion might be inwardly disappointed at a herd of skinny zebra. For just as the zebra was the lion’s prey, the men that streamed past were this creature’s prey. Ironically, the men of a past age might have recognized the subtle signs that indicated the raven haired form before them was specifically designed to speak to their basest natures and lure them into the reach of the she-demon within. However, modern man had put his faith wholly in science and believed that his philosophy now knew all things that resided between heaven and earth. The wisdom of generations describing the existence of inhuman beings passed down in stories from every one of Earth’s cultures was dismissed as fanciful superstition. Thus was discarded knowledge, along with the kernel of truth that since time immemorial a very unique type of predator had stalked the men of the world. It made things all too easy for the creature that now waited outside Riley’s bar, as few men alive would have recognized the succubus for what she was. This was not its normal territory; an errand had carried it far from the teeming city that was its normal lair. Still the succubus was hungry in her travels and this was the best possibility of food around. She had all but completed the list of her likely targets as another unremarkable young man walked to the front door.

His six foot frame did an average job of carrying the weight that had settled into his middle and other sections but would have benefited greatly along with the middling strength of his torso from more regular gym attendance. The short cropped brown hair did little to bring out the features of his face which again with a touch more muscle and stronger lines might have been generically handsome with its searching blue eyes. As it was the whole package was markedly average as the man entered the bar. A moment later another similar man, this one in far more need of regular exercise, walked across the parking lot. He might too have been unremarkably handsome under different circumstances but roundness had already masked a good deal of his mannish lines and was threatening to take more. An unruly, unkempt mass of short dark hair added little attractiveness to his face. Only a pair of intelligent hazel eyes revealed the possibility of an interesting soul inside. The watching succubus considered him at the bottom of her list as he entered the bar, but like any other dining patron wouldn’t object to an additional selection on the menu.

Zach shuddered slightly as he passed through the door into the cool, dim interior of Riley’s bar. A shiver had gone up his spine as he had reached the door, and the hairs on the back of his neck were still standing up in response to the unwholesome feeling he had at the door. He quickly found Scott still deciding on seats near the arcade. Scott turned to greet Zach as he approached and his face took on a concerned look as he noted the unease still written on Zach’s face.

“You get the weird, cold feeling outside too?” Scott asked.

“Yah, almost felt like I was being watched … spooky.” Zach responded. “Have you seen Stacy here tonight?” Zach asked, unwisely changing the subject away from the uncomfortable feeling that would be the only warning the two men would have that all was not right within their familiar haunt.

“No, I haven’t.” Scott flatly supplied the answer. “You really seem to like her, why haven’t you done anything?”

“I don’t think she likes me, every time I talk to her she gets real quiet and polite.” Zach sadly said.

Quickly their conversation fixated on Zach’s supposed cowardice vs. the humiliation of being blown off by an attractive woman vs. Zach’s preference that his romantic fantasies concerning one cute redhead not be dashed.

Elsewhere in the bar, a strapping young man with hunky features inwardly cursed his luck as his girlfriend endlessly related the events of her horrible day not knowing her emotional clinging had just saved her boyfriend’s life as the succubus gave up on getting the two away from each other. The succubus quickly moved on to her next target, a thin, sharp, weasel of man who clearly thought of himself as God’s gift to women was standing at the counter doing his best to impress his prowess on a young brunette. The succubus stepped into a shadow and then changed. Her breasts swelled up into DD’s complete with matching augmentation scars as her lips over plumped with piped in collagen and thick lipstick, and impractically long ruby talon nails crept from the tips of her fingers. Her ass swelled out as a ‘tramp stamp’ appeared on her lower back complete with a thong peeking out from the top of her skirt. Dark roots remained at the base of unnaturally even toned bleached strands of hair and her face relaxed into an impassive mask that hinted at the liberal overuse of botox which heavy makeup did its best to conceal. Her clothes changed slightly into a skimpier style that would draw stares from men and whispers of ‘tart’ from women. In a few passing seconds the illusion of a vain woman that was waging war against the passing of her youth with no regard for the overkill her surgeons were wreaking on her body as collateral damage was complete. She would play the part of the woman still desperate to be found attractive solely for her body even as it wilted, a favorite prey of the weasel like man she now in turn hunted. She stepped forward and drew the gaze of her quarry; the poor bastard never stood a chance as he saw the kind of woman he dreamed about even as she began worming her way into his mind. In a few short minutes she had him wrapped around her finger and a seductive naughty suggestion of a quickie behind the bar was greedily accepted. The small part of his mind that screamed warnings of the predator hunger in the tart’s eyes was completely ignored. The weasel-like man never even considered as he led his prize to a rear exit that it was he who was being led to his doom like a cow to the slaughter.

A short distance away, Scott’s verbal pushing to get Zach together with Stacy had backfired on him as Zach began listing women who he felt Scott was ignoring.

“What about Debbie in Finance?” Zach ticked off. “She’s always hitting on you.”

“Oh Debbie, Miss I’ll hit anything with a penis and a pulse. I’ll pass on the slut thank-you-very-much.” Scott angrily retorted.

“Okay, okay, so maybe she’s not the best example, but my point is valid, you aren’t the least bit flexible when it comes to women and the result is unlike that guy, you never get any.” Zach pointed out emphasizing a couple formed of a thin man with an obvious tent in his pants leading an artificial blonde in several senses of the word passing nearby.

“You find THAT attractive? A woman assembled by plastic surgeons is attractive to you?” Scott mocked.

“It wouldn’t be my first choice, but hey beggars can’t be choosers. Boobs and the women attached to them come in many different flavors. You on the other hand will apparently ignore anything that isn’t your type.” Zach exasperatedly stated.

“What type is that exactly?” Scott retorted in irritation and then instantly regretted setting Zach up.

“Oh don’t give me that crap.” Zach spat out. “Scott Carver, I’ve seen the posters you hang on your walls, your favorite movies and anime, the books you’ll reread over and over again, and your favorite video games. Want to know what they all have in common? NO DON’T ANSWER THAT, it was a rhetorical question. The thing they all have in common is they star the exact same kind of heroine. The young beautiful maiden, usually blonde, who finds great strength within herself and rises up to solve her own problem, the damsel in distress doesn’t do it for you. Every night in Warquest you’ve been logging on and consciously or not you’ve been playing your ideal girlfriend, the pretty, snarky, ass kicker. I’ve got news for you Scott, as much as I hate to admit it the femme fatale with a heart of gold is a product of Hollywood and rarer than a unicorn in the real world, and if you can’t compromise towards a more normal woman then you’re never going to find love.” Zach finished his angry rant.

“I’ve gotta go pee.” Zach angrily announced and then left before Scott could formulate a response.

In a dirty ally outside, a man Zachary Miller didn’t even know was pumping his hard penis into the vagina of a non-woman the man should have spent more time getting to know before initiating this intimate act. The non-woman smiled a cruel smile, caring not whit for the rough mechanical sex and bid her lover towards his peak.

Finding the men’s room as he had actually told the truth about needing to pee, Zach contemplated his words and the words Scott had bombarded him with earlier. He relieved himself, washed, and then stared in the mirror, coming to the same conclusion that his friend was coming to several rooms away. The rut both of them had felt wearing itself into their lives was rooted deep in a loneliness that called for an intimate closeness neither could provide the other. The simple answer was that both needed girlfriends. The mirror could provide no guidance to Zach and he turned to leave. He made it a few steps out the door before a bar employee came rushing down the hallway with a large cart. Trying to avoid being run over he flattened himself against a door marked ‘employee’s only’ on the other side of the hall. The cart passed but as he relaxed the sucked in flab of his stomach came to rest against the push bar on the door and suddenly the door fell open behind him, unceremoniously dumping him to the ground in the room beyond. Relieved of the weight on the mechanism the door swung shut and latched with a click. Annoyed, Zach got up and tried to pass back through the door only to find it locked from this side. Looking around he surmised that he was in the bar’s dimly lit loading dock. A door at the end of a ramp had a faintly glowing exit sign above which promised access to the bar’s exterior. Zach turned back to the door in front of him and gave it a final push before deciding that he may as well take the outside door, it wasn’t like walking around Riley’s and back to the front door would kill him he thought.

Not far away from where Zach now stood a man WAS dying. He had reached his peak a few seconds ago, but as his body tensed to deliver its load into the waiting vagina everything had gone very, very wrong. Suddenly, the artificially beautiful creature had locked its lips with his and started sucking in a way that no mortal woman could. He would have screamed but his very breath along with his mind and essence was inexorably pulled into the maw of the creature. A weak flail as ribbons of incalculable cold void penetrated his body was his final act as he died. The man didn’t even hear the creak of an opening door not fifteen feet away to his right.

Zachary Miller, had an award for ‘wrong place at the wrong time’ existed, would have qualified for its grand prize just then. It was several long seconds before his eyes shifted to accommodate the low light and then looking to his left beheld a sight that should have been relegated to one of his horror movies. A form, which for an instant more was recognizable as a man, was locked in a death kiss with a creature that aside from the dark tentacles of void reaching from its back into the hapless man might have still been mistaken for a mere woman. A final pulse of soft energy passed from the man and played on the ruby lips of the woman-thing before the empty husk of the man clothes and all disintegrated into swirling dust. Zach’s mind didn’t have the mental bandwidth to comprehend what he was seeing, and like a deer in headlights, for a crucial second he froze. His pause signed his doom. The succubus looked over to the newcomer and recognized the man that had witnessed the result of its feeding and smiled a cruel smile. Zach’s mind finally processed the flee command and sent it to his frozen limbs, but he barely had time to turn before he was compelled by an awesome desire to embrace the creature and obey its every whim. Zach’s mind fought the urge to a standstill helped by the constant reminder of what the woman-thing was as its eyes burned an unholy crimson. The succubus knew that trickery would not be sufficient here, but she was not above mocking the man further. Her features began shift again, auburn streaks shooting through her hair as her face morphed, in an instant she was a doppelganger for the girl this man knew as Stacy. The succubus wasn’t really hungry anymore as she approached the mentally dominated man, licking her lips, her earlier kill had seen to that, but she could have eaten again. Then an idea occurred to her and she advanced with an even more sinister fate in mind for this man. There were none of her ‘sisters’ in this area, so no one could complain about their territory being infringed if she inducted this man into their demonic sisterhood, and traditionally new succubae were beholden to their unholy ‘mothers,’ so the succubus considered a win/win scenario and decided to take it. Zach could only watch helpless as this inhuman predator approached with malicious intent. The succubus bared her breasts but did not command Zach to mate with her. A sharp, jagged fragment of void crystal pushed from the top of her breastbone just above where her cleavage began, it pulsed in time with a crimson and sable hue that was more a shade of the void there than actual light. This time the tendrils arcing from her back seized the helpless man along with her arms and forced his jaw open and his mouth over the sharp point. The succubus began to draw essence from her second prey of the night, this time not to completely kill but weaken. Every fiber of Zach’s being wanted away from the revolting thing he now had his lips forced over, but his body was no longer answering to his mind and the thing’s grip was vice like. He felt himself pulled into the creature and futilely tried to scream. It was then that he felt something which was both intangible and solid fill his mouth. His throat tried to gag but the horrible ball only took his retching as an invitation and then slowly moved down his throat with wrongness more terrible than any he had ever felt. The ball finally settled into his chest before the demoness finally released him.

Zach collapsed on the ground, a smoky wisp of unidentifiable composition evaporating from his lips. His conscious mind was in tatters and the only request his voice could vocalize in help was a low soft cross between a whimper and moan. The succubus rapidly shifted to a new disguise and leaning down whispered in his ear in a voice that held no hint of human compassion.

“It’s a real shame I can’t stay and watch you get your first kill. I’d love to see the look on your face when you push out a nice pair of tits. As pitiful a man as you are, I don’t see how you might worth anything as a daughter of Lillith, but you’ll probably thank me the next time our path’s cross. Welcome to the sisterhood you miserable bitch.”

With that, the inhuman creature sauntered out of the alley and left Zach to his misery. A full half hour passed before the same bar employee that had forced Zach’s fateful detour found him lying in the alleyway. Inside Riley’s, Scott was beginning to think Zach had blown him off and gone home after their argument. That instantly changed when he saw two large men, both bar employees, struggling with Zach’s weight doing their best to get him to the front door. Scott sprang up and intercepted them.

“ZACH, WHAT THE HELL HAPPENED?” Scott yelled at the sweaty, pale, catatonic face of his friend.

“You know this drunk?” One of the employees’ asked in clear irritation from the unwelcome task.

“He’s my friend and he can’t be drunk, he hasn’t had anything to drink tonight!” Scott’s mind raced as he answered the insult.

“Yeah, I’ve heard that before, anyway where’s your car, this guy ain’t driving himself home.”

Momentarily distracted from the mystery, Scott took the place of one of the bar’s employees and moved Zach’s large bulk out to his car. Loading him into the back, Scott paused long enough to pay the bar to have a tow truck take Zach’s car home and then had to consider what he was going to do with his friend. Zach had been out of his sight for half an hour and angry. Scott had never heard of someone getting falling down drunk that fast but his mind couldn’t think of any other logical explanation. He tested Zach’s pulse and breathing found them both steady if a touch weak, and so decided to take Zach home rather than to a hospital. A cold shiver ran up his spine again as an inhuman pair of eyes watched smirking in cruel satisfaction before their owner too turned to head home.

At Zach’s modest home Scott again struggled to move Zach, but eventually succeeded in getting him on top of his bed. Wearied both physically and emotionally, Scott watched his friend sleep for several long hours with guilt over whether his harsh words had driven Zach to this ruin. He noted with relief that his friend’s deathly pale tone slowly improved along with the strength of his breath. Scott set an alarm clock before he too succumbed to his need for sleep, passing out in a nearby chair.

Chapter 3

In dream space, Zach’s subconscious mind did its best to push understanding through the mental block formed by the trauma of the night’s events, hastily erected around the horrible memory to save his sanity. Zach found himself in a dim corridor lit by emergency lighting and filled with the soft patter of dripping water. A glance down to his body only heightened his anxiety as he slowly read the nametag as ‘Generic Space Marine (Zachary)’ on a suit of olive green body armor. He gulped as he recognized well the granddaddy of all space horror movies his mind was reenacting. He shouldered his pulse rifle and searched for an exit knowing it would not be long before an Alien found him. Prophetically, the motion detector on his hip began beeping his doom. He turned to face the oncoming threat sweeping his weapon over the hallway determined not to be taken by surprise. He nearly fired as a small girl ran down the hallway and up to him. She cried in front of him and his protective instincts overruled his caution.

“Look out a monster!!!” She suddenly cried out and pointed behind him.

Zach turned, swinging his weapon to bear on the indicated threat, but found only emptiness. He realized he had fallen for the oldest trick in the book as he turned back and found himself face to face with a strange Alien, woman shaped, but plated in black matte chitin. Its eyes burned a crimson red as in the center of its chest at the top of its inhuman cleavage a moist pulsing tube reached menacingly towards his face. He never got a chance to fire. The creature took him in its arms and forced the tube into his mouth. His dream self blacked out as something was forced down his throat.

His dream self awoke in the ship’s infirmary, and immediately he began screaming in anticipation of what was to happen next. A second later and he felt twin agonies trying to escape his chest. He kept screaming as he watched two familiar matte black plated breasts push from his chest. The medical equipment began buzzing in a repeating pattern and then the dream mercifully ended.

The real Zachary Miller finally awoke to the buzzing of his alarm clock, in a cold sweat. He breathed heavily and his hand flew to his chest. For a terrifying instant he felt a protrusion there but then his mental fail safes kicked in and reminded him that he always had a protrusion there as his body had to put excess flab somewhere. Finally calming, he noted a piece of paper taped to his chest. He pulled it off, and read.

“Zach, you passed out last night’s at Riley’s How much did you drink after you left? Your car is in the driveway. I’m leaving to go home and on to work. ~Scott

Regaining his composure, Zach did his best to convince himself that the horrible nightmare was just that and mechanically readied himself for work. Driving in, his mind kept playing Scott’s question of how he gotten intoxicated over and over but could find no answer. The memory of a door at the end of a loading dock creaking open and two disembodied burning crimson eyes played through his mind but always cut out before understanding was forthcoming. The first few hours went by relatively normally despite Zach’s mental turmoil and Scott was relieved to hear he had made it in. However, just after lunch as one of his male coworkers bent over a low counter to move a printer he inadvertently gave Zach an excellent view of his tensed ass. Deep inside Zach a twinge of desire sparked to life. It surprised him but he was able to mentally douse the spark, killing it, and did his best to forget it had ever happened. That resolution lasted until it happened again ten minutes later. Quickly his mind became preoccupied with putting out the sparks of desire and lust for the various men moving around his workspace. He did his best to shut out the world other than his work but ignoring the problem did not make it go away. With each passing hour the sparks grew hotter and extinguishing them became more difficult. By the end of the day he was a mental wreck.

Deciding that the key to the hole in his memory lay at Riley’s he drove like a madman there as soon as he could get away. His mind boiled as he half ran across the parking lot. At the front door he paused as the memory of a cold shiver flashed through his mind as his subconscious desperately tried to impart the clues he would need. Inside he made a beeline for the table he had sat at last night. He pushed through the increasing number of lustful pings he felt as passed by the occasional man. At their table his subconscious supplied another image, that of a passing thin man and an artificial blonde. He moved to the rear of the bar and paused before the restroom door before turning and staring at the door to the loading dock slightly down the hall on the other side. He whimpered in fear as he moved in front of it without remembering why. Steeling himself he opened it and passed through into the loading dock beyond. Almost immediately the door to the outside still marked with its indifferent exit sign drew his attention like a cobra draws the gaze of a rat. He slowly approached it, the terror he felt growing with each step. Yet still he couldn’t recall why this door held so much power over him. He could barely look at it as he stepped back and then threw himself through determined to overcome this nameless fear. Again for an instant he winced at the change in light and then again looked to his left. For a terrifying instant a silhouette passed across his memory and focused on a spot fifteen away, then he could take no more. His mind recoiled and he fell to the ground whimpering as two burning crimson eyes filled the record of his memory. Eventually, he regained some composure but still had trouble fixing his vision on that horrible spot of ground. Even had he been able too, there was no evidence he could have found there. Eventually, his revulsion for that space which otherwise was a normal trash filled alleyway forced him away. As he drove home the repeating clues his mind had supplied cycled over and over always tied together but never granting understanding. What they did tell him was that liquor had nothing to do with his current state. His conscious mind knew something horrible had happened but couldn’t piece together what.

That night passed slowly, no diversion he had could tear his mind away from the growing sense of dread he felt. In dream space his Alien dream replayed it self over and over. Each time in the infirmary his body became more like the Alien woman creature. In between acts, visions that could have been cut from any number of porno movies became increasingly graphic; the fact that in every one of them he was the woman was horrifying. By morning he was terrified of both the alien woman creature he was increasingly becoming in dreams and the fact that in the last rough sex vision, he had sunk his teeth into the neck of his lover and he had enjoyed it.

Morning finally brought an end to the nightmares, but no rest. Zach knew he had to get help but from whom? A psychiatrist would think him mad. It dawned on him that there was only one person in this town that could vouch for his recent sanity and he quickly picked up the phone to call Scott. He cursed at the clock as he realized that Scott would already be at work given that his visions had kept him asleep well into the morning. He weighed his options and then decided he had to risk it, he was going to walk into a building filled with men in search of his friend. It still took time to convince himself that this was his only option. His drive in was filled with doubt as policemen, passing pedestrians, and other motorists all lit off surges of electric heat in his body and bade him get out and offer himself to them. He could still control the urges but they were getting significantly stronger as the hours passed.

He reached his place of employment and thought how best to reach his friend’s workspace while keeping the number of men he passed to a minimum. He was doing well until in the hallway just outside accounting he ran into Scott’s arch nemesis Ben. Ben looked over the disheveled and sweaty Zach and muttering about the standards for IT personnel he stepped up and politely greeted Zach, he wanted to have a word with him. A pained look crossed Zach’s face as Ben got too close and lit off the biggest bloom yet of electric heat in Zach’s core obliterating all understanding of Ben’s words. Fortunately for Zach, Ben was too engrossed in his own idea to see the look of feral lust that crept into Zach’s features. In Zach’s memory he recalled what Scott had said about this man and the inhuman urges twisted the metaphor. Suddenly Zach wanted this man to ride him like a pony in a wholly unchaste way. Zach’s male mind surged back into control.

“NO, NO, NOOOO, IT’S NOT RIGHT, IT’S NOT RIGHT, NOT LIKE THAT!!!” Zach blurted out screaming trying to blot out the image from his mind while knocking his head against the wall.

“Okay, okay, if we can’t wire a network like that, then we won’t. Sheesh, you don’t have to get so passionate about it.” Ben rolled his eyes and turned to walk away muttering again about the idiosyncrasies of the firm’s IT department.

Zach got a hold of him self and moved on finding Scott. Scott was pleased to see him for a second which died as he got a good luck at the disheveled wreck of his friend.

“ZACH, what the hell is wrong with you, you look like you’ve been on a weeklong bender. You’re going to get yourself canned if anyone important sees you.” Scott pronounced in a whispered hiss.

“Scott, I know this is going to sound absolutely bat shit insane, but something happened the other night at Riley’s and I can’t remember what. There’s something inside me now and it wants me to do horrible, unspeakable things. I need help.” Zach pleaded hoping his friend would believe him.

“Of course you can’t remember, you pickled your brain that night and now you’ve probably gone and given yourself a mental breakdown, you need help but its going to have to come from a psychologist, not from me. Come on we’ll go and….” Scott trailed off as he put his hand on Zach’s shoulder, he too could feel the strange electric heat his touch set off in Zach, and in turn as it jumped across to his mind he too felt a twinge of driving lust.

A desperate look crossed Zach’s face and then he knocked away the offending hand letting the fire start to fade.

Zach spoke with complete conviction, “Scott I know you felt that buddy that is what I’ve been feeling for two damn days now and its only been getting worse. One, alcohol does not do that, and two, I know for certain that I hadn’t a thing to drink before whatever caused this happened and I’ll swear on whatever you want me to swear on that not a drop of liquor passed my lips that night.”

Scott nodded and then carefully spoke, “Okay, that was not normal, but what are you going to do? What do you want me to do?

Zach replied in frustration at the lack of a solution, “I don’t know. I’ve got to remember what caused this in the first place. It’s like every time I think about it, my mind shuts off. Scott I need you because you’re the only guy that can say that he’s absolutely certain that I wasn’t crazy before we went to Riley’s two days ago. Also, that thing that passed between the two of us, that’s been happening every time I come into close proximity to another man. If this goes on much longer I’m afraid what might happen if I try and go anywhere by myself and bump into another man.”

Scott formulated a quick plan on how to get Zach out of the building, and then wrote a quick e-mail hoping his excuse that Zach had swelling on the brain and needed medical help would keep them from losing both their jobs. The two did their best to get back to the parking lot without being seen or alternatively acting like nothing was wrong. The net result was the two looked like the bumbling villains in a caper. Still, no one had a reason to challenge the two as they left and soon two cars pulled into Zach’s driveway. Given a mystery ailment that they couldn’t figure out the two went to the first resource that geeks always go to, the Internet. That afternoon and evening the two swapped back and forth burning up Zach’s connection looking for the tiniest shred of information that could provide some answer to the mystery. Scott focused on mental disorders much to Zach’s annoyance and Zach focused on otherworldly beings to Scott’s annoyance. By late that evening the two had unearthed a mountain of information containing outlandish stories, crackpot conspiracy theories, and echoes of the mythos that warned against strange women. Unfortunately like many mountains of internet data, with no direct correlation to what was happening to Zach it provided tangential help at best.

Finally, unable to keep himself awake any longer Zach finally admitted he needed sleep though he knew the horrors that would find him there. Scott started to pull up a chair but Zach thought better of it and sent him to the old couch in the living room. It was not long before Zach’s nightmares recommenced. In the next room over Scott tried to deny the sounds he heard coming from Zach’s room. The grunts, moans and squeals had the completely wrong tonal pitch but their cadence and overall effect was brutally obvious, Zach’s dreaming noises were those of a woman in the throes of passion. For the first time in this fiasco, the seriousness of the situation was driven home to Scott and he quietly braced the door and resolved that he would not sleep that night. Scott turned on the TV trying to drown out the unwelcome noise and guzzled Zach’s energy drinks silently thankful that Zach had some on hand. Soon the looping late, late news came on again. Most of it was filler and Scott struggled to stay interested. Then an eerily familiar photo appeared on the screen.

The anchorwoman continued, “Also police are searching for Crandall Smith who was last seen at Riley’s Bar and who has been missing for over two days. Police are searching for a person of interest described as a Caucasian female who may have been a prostitute. Witnesses were oddly unable to provide any details, and the police are asking anyone with information on Mr. Crandall Smith’s disappearance to come forward.”

Scott recognized the mug shot as the weasel like man in Riley’s bar that had led a blonde towards the rear of the building. He concentrated and then realized that despite having looked directly at her, he couldn’t for the life of himself describe any of her features. It was like she was a ghost in his mind. A note of fear crept into his voice as he asked the universe in general, “What the hell is going on?” An exceptionally loud moan from Zach’s room only reinforced the question as Scott counted the minutes until morning.

Zach’s dreaming mind was creating an unending stream of horrors for him. His Alien influenced dream again repeated over and over always bracketed by flowing images of graphic sex that often ended with him killing his partner, always with him as the woman. Finally towards dawn his Alien dream reached past a certain point with him becoming a clone of the Alien-woman. His mind both revolted at and loved the following hunt where one by one he hunted down his former comrades and feasted on their flesh. In the final scene he replayed the sequence in the hall, except this time he was the little girl. His dream self woke to the relative sanity of the parking lot of Riley’s bar two days ago. In black and white he walked in slow motion towards the door. As he approached the threshold the cold feeling returned and then in his minds vision the camera panned and there at the corner of the building was a crimson shadow set with burning eyes watching him. Zach realized he was looking at the replay of the night’s events as recorded by the deepest parts of his subconscious. Time advanced and as he sat at table near the arcade the crimson shadow moved inside and up to the counter taking on the platinum blonde’s form. The weasel like man talked to it and then led her past their table. A moment later, Zach found himself walking the same path to the restroom he had taken that fateful night. Zach realized the path he was about to take from the clues of his earlier investigation and desperately tried to alter the events of his minds recording, but nothing he could do would change that inevitable meeting. He was simply along for the ride as he fell through the service door and out to the loading dock, his mind could see the crimson blob on the other side of the gray wall but he was powerless to stop the strides of his dream self’s feet. He could only whimper as his dream self stepped through the final door and the memory of that horrible encounter finally played out for his conscious mind. After the crucial encounter had ended it was at the point that something different from everything that had passed before touched him. It was as if a very small quiet presence had made itself felt; now his mind set before him two very different sets of images. In one set he relived the montage of disturbing porno films and in the other a series of warmer images came through. In the second set his shadow stood before an altar with a shadow of man. Then his shadow merged with the man’s and reemerged with a woman’s profile. Finally the two stood together in an embrace while time marched on. It ended just as Zach awoke, feeling a clarity that had denied him for the last three days. He had a solution, it would cost him dearly, but the alternative put steel into his choice.

Chapter 4

It did take a moment for him to get Scott to release the door, and as soon as they stood face to face the electric lust returned. Zach was still able to power through it though and noted that even bleary eyed Scott had been able to put out some breakfast. He mechanically ate before turning to his friend.

“I know what happened to me.” Zach flatly announced.

“Does it have anything to do with a Crandall Smith, the weasel guy who was leading that blonde out to the back at Riley’s?” Scott questioned while dreading the answer.

“Yeah it does, she ate him.” Zach softly stated”

“Ate him?” Scott questioned again hoping he hadn’t heard right.

“Yes, I went to the restroom. I got pushed through a one-way service door out onto the loading dock. I decided to go out the back door to get back in, and the succubus, a real succubus, the blonde, was eating Mr. Crandall in the back alley. He disintegrated. Then she saw me. I couldn’t move. Then she violated me. She was full so she didn’t eat me; instead she forced a succubus seed down my throat. After that I assume you or someone found me. Now, this thing inside me has been growing and maturing. Before long it will overpower my self-control. I’ll throw myself at some man and by consuming his male essence I’ll become a succubus too. I’ll also kill the poor bastard in the process.” Zach impassively stated the sequence of past events before choking out the possible future, finishing by placing his face in his hands.

“DAMN.” Scott cursed, the implications of Zach’s statements almost too big to consider, and began to reach out to his friend in comfort but thought better of it and drew his hand back.

“There is a solution but its not one either of us is going to like.” Zach was dreading explaining this part.

“Really, what is it?” Scott brightened at a possible ray of hope into this madness.

“I have to get married.” Zach spoke with determination.

“Whoa, you don’t get just get married. We can’t just ask some random woman to marry you; they’d never go for it. Even if you sent for one of those Russian mail order brides it would take time.” Scott spoke his hopes suddenly dashed.

“Not a woman Scott. Marrying a woman doesn’t fix this. I need a man; I have to marry a man because its male energy I need. There are three paths I can take out of this mess. One, I screw some random guy and turn into a female succubus. Two, I marry a man who provides the male energy I need. I turn into a female quasi-succubus and avoid the whole murderous hell-bitch part. Three failing any possibility of number two, I do something which prevents number one and anything else permanently.” Zach’s final option added an enormous weight to the conversation which drew it to silence. Scott mulled the given options before coming to a fearful realization.

“Oh god, you…you want me to marry you!!” Scott exclaimed.

“You’re the only one who would.” Zach quietly pleaded.

“BUT YOU’RE A MAN!!!” Scott fixated on the most intractable problem.

Zach sighed, “I am now, but I don’t think that’s going to be true much longer. I can’t explain how, or why, but I know that if I get married to a man who means it then I can live on even if it’s as a woman. Please, Scott, old friend, it’s you or no one, and its matter of my life and death.” Zach could only hope Scott would find his argument convincing.

It was Scott’s turn to place his head in his hands and silently contemplate this momentous decision that had been laid at his feet. He thought of the enormous ramifications of his answer and the two lives he held in his hands. Finally, after a long pause he spoke in defeated tones.

“Alright, assuming I’ll do it, how would we. We can’t exactly walk into a church and get married with you looking like that. Someone’s going to notice that there are two grooms and no bride. Also I’m gathering that you need this done soon.” Scott ticked off the problems without elaborating his implicit consent.

Zach readily answered, “They do free services occasionally as community outreach to the poor down at St. Matthew’s. I’ve heard its mostly small stuff like baptism’s and christenings, but that they’ll do quick weddings. I think tonight is one of those nights. I’m not sure how much lead time they need or what it takes to schedule though.”

“Alright, you go get cleaned up, you can’t look you’ve been through hell if we’re going to pull this off. I’ll find out what it takes to get a wedding at St. Matthews. Scott firmly instructed.

After three days Zach was ready for a shower, but the flashes of electric heat and lust were unwelcome as he scrubbed his skin. After that fresh round of mental torment on top of everything that had come before he found that there was no way he could put a razor to his face, his hands simply wouldn’t stop shaking. Scott was barely in a better mood. A long night with no sleep had given way to an unthinkable situation. Still, he put his sharp mind to the task and before long he had confirmed that yes St. Matthews was holding community services that night, yes he could get a bare bones marriage ceremony on a first come first serve basis, but he would need to present a marriage license. Scott hung up now faced with the prospect of having to hoodwink the state now as well. It would have to be done, along with securing a minor miracle to convince everyone at both institutions that Zach was a woman.

Zach stepped out his room dressed and relatively clean for the first time in several days. He tamped down the automatic surge of lust that appeared whenever Scott came into sight.

“Plan?” Zach asked?

Scott thought and responded, “One you stay here and don’t do anything while I grab a decent suit. Two, I’m back in twenty minutes and we go downtown to the courthouse and get a marriage license. Three, we find something that we can use to pass you off a woman, the thrift store near the church is probably our best bet to get something without getting questioned. Four, we hope St. Matthews doesn’t see through it and marries us. Five, we come home and pray you’re right for both our sakes.”

Zach nodded and the plan went into motion. The first part was easy and true to his word, Scott was back in twenty three minutes. Two was harder by far. Simply walking into the courthouse downtown filled with men was a special hell for Zach. Each minute for him became a battle for him to contain his succubus lust. Scott sensing the urgency quickly requested a marriage license and filled in everything he knew. Coming to the bride’s name he moved to the corner that Zach was occupying while trying to keep the most distance possible between him and other men. Had anyone been paying attention they would have seen an odd sight as the two exchanged the clipboard at arm’s length. Zach thought through a list of names and scribbled something down. He was disappointed in the fact that he really didn’t have the time to give the subject its fair due and chided himself for not thinking about it on the way over. How often do you get to decide what everyone is going to call you for the rest of your life? He grabbed another piece of paper and practiced the unfamiliar signature before signing the license and handing it back to Scott silently realizing he was signing the end of his legal existence. Scott quickly read the jotted name while pausing for a moment hoping the mannish signature itself wouldn’t give the ruse away. Miss Zoe Miller, Zach had signed. Scott inwardly cringed at new unfamiliar name but was slightly glad that Zach hadn’t tried something asinine like Zachia. The overworked clerk mechanically took the clipboard and read.

“Congratulations, I’m sure you two will be very happy.” The clerk spoke without any real meaning. Looking around though she noted, “Both of you have to be here, Miss Miller has to be present before the license can be notarized.”

“Oh she is we just didn’t realize we both had to come to the window, I’ll be right back with him.” Scott almost kicked himself for the mental slip in the lie as soon as he said it, but thankfully the overworked clerk hadn’t really been paying attention and missed the importance of Scott’s mangled pronouns. Momentarily defeated, Scott again considered his options and decided that if he was already misrepresenting everything else today he might as well go hog wild and misrepresent his erstwhile fiancé. He spied an obviously bored young woman and did his best to avoid looking conspicuous as he approached her.

She stiffened at his approach and pointedly said, “Look, whoever you are I just came to pay my property taxes, I’m not looking for a boyfriend.”

Scott did his best to seem honest as he answered, “Of course not, I came to get a marriage license without realizing that my fiancé had to come as well. They won’t accept it without her being her even though she’s already signed it. Would mind playing her for five minutes? I’m just trying to get through the bureaucracy…There’s a twenty in it for you.” Scott softly added at the end.

Convinced she was aiding love, but more interested in money for nothing, the young woman played along and thus problem number two was conquered though Scott noted with increasing alarm at how many lies and crimes he was speaking and committing in the service of a greater good. Disaster nearly struck as they walked back across the parking lot. A number of young toughs were making sport of accosting passerby. They were an annoyance to Scott, but the demon seed in Zach latched on to the leader who practically radiated aggressive male energy from his shirtless form which called to the dark thing inside Zach. The leader of the toughs mistook Zach’s feral lust for a challenge and beckoned him over. Zach lost it; this punk of boy was going to be his first. He was already pulling an image from the punk’s mind of a common street whore and advancing to make it happen when another man’s arm grabbed him in a horse collar from behind and drug him to the pavement. Enraged, he turned on the interloper only to get a fist to the gut from a steel eyed Scott that dropped him to the pavement and for the moment returned his sanity. The toughs taunted him mercilessly as Scott finally got Zach into the car.

“Oh god, I lost it there, the only reason I’m not screwing that dip shit right now like a common whore is the fact you saved me.” Zach wailed, “This has to happen tonight, I won’t last another day like this.”

Scott signaled his assent with silence. Up to that point the possibility of Zach winding up at result number one had still been slightly abstract. The near catastrophe had reinforced that possibility and given Scott doubts as to whether Zach would even get the chance to put result three into effect if it came to that. The certainty that he now held Zach’s life in his hands was brutally reinforced.

The old thrift shop near the church had seen better days, but it was still well stocked with various odds and ends. The two men entered and were thankful for the light crowd.

“What all are we looking for?” Zach whispered before grimacing as the automatic surge of primal lust kicked as he got within three feet of Scott.

Scott warily noted the bulge in his friend’s pants before answering, “We need something we can use as a wedding dress for you, something we can use as wedding rings, a veil, and probably a wig. Anything like a corset would be gravy.”

Zach inwardly flinched at the mental image of him self in a corset but dutifully began their search. A long hour passed before they found any of the items. Then they found a box of old costumes one of which might have at one point been a white ball gown that had belonged to a very large woman. Adding a white scarf, and swath of nearly opaque cheese cloth the two had the pieces of a hideous jerry rigged wedding gown that no sane bride would have been caught dead in, but fashion in this case took a back seat to matters of survival. The increasingly desperate search finally turned up a brown woman’s wig that had seen better days and two battered cheap brass rings. The best Zach could come up with was a large bra that he hoped might fit him, though his male mind again flinched at the realization that if this worked this would not be the last time he wore such a garment.

Time was not on their side and they had no more it. Paying, they quickly returned to Zach’s house and did their best to craft a womanly illusion from the so called ‘success’ of the third goal that even Zach had to admit was pretty poor. Scott was almost convinced that this disguise would only result in Zach and himself being led off by police officers from the church with almost certain horrible doom to happen the moment Zach was thrown into a jail cell in close proximity with hardened criminals. The thought of Zach’s end and the following massacre that situation would create drove Scott on through his fatigue. Still, it was almost impossible to make Zach’s 6ft overweight form look the least bit girlish.

Accepting that it was the best they could do, the two packed the dress into a bag and headed for the church. Arriving at the same time as dusk, Scott ran on mental autopilot as he scouted a route for Zach to use. Finding an unused bathroom, Zach ducked inside while Scott did his best to guard the door without looking like he was doing so. Inside Zach was going through his first transformation of the night. This one unlike the one promised by the surging electric heat which now clawed at this thoughts constantly was unimpressive. He finally emerged from the restroom looking more like a white clad mummy than a blushing bride. Only the large bra now stuffed with toilet paper like some strange schoolgirl gave Zach any kind of womanly shape. With his nearly opaque veil blocking his sight Zach was having trouble navigating. Scott was forced to take his gloved hand and lead him to the chapel which nearly did both in as the heat arced across the physical connection. By the time the two were standing in the chapel Zach was acutely aware of his throbbing member under his dress and the lust that ran across his mind like nails on a chalkboard. Scott too was affected and tried to regain his composure enough to look like he wasn’t trying to pull off the most massive scam of his life to date. A thin elderly lady accepted Scott’s marriage license writing the names on a clipboard and took it up to Father Wesley who would be presiding. The two looked it over and Scott prayed for a miracle that his friend who might as well been wearing a white burqha would be accepted as an eligible woman.

Up by the altar Father Wesley looked over the odd couple. Fortunately for Scott and Zach he had been doing this for decades and over the years he had seen many odd couples formed by men and women who’s problems and hard living, some self-inflicted, some not, had left them as rougher examples of humanity. Now as his assistant Susan brought him the clipboard he made a silent judgment of sin which benefited the strange couple but was comically wrong. Susan handed him the clipboard and softly whispered her own thoughts echoing his own exactly.

“Mr. Scott Carver and Miss Zoe Miller, says first marriage which I believe the way they’re jumpy as they are. With the way she’s bundled up with that belly and bosom she’s got a baby inside if I’m not mistaken. Terrible thing to do to a girl, I hope he’s ashamed of making her go through this.”

“Well Susan, at least he’s marrying the girl even if he shouldn’t have waited seven or eight months past his sin to do so. Lord forgive them their sins, amen. We can at least do this ceremony and have the child born in wedlock.” The good father replied.

With that he nodded and beckoned Scott forward. Scott reached the altar and did his best to give the old priest a weak smile at the shallow relief he felt. He nearly jumped out of his skin as Susan pressed a button on a tape recorder and an old worn tape played the wedding march. Scott could only inwardly sigh as he considered how he had wanted to hear that familiar song and how absurdly different fate had turned out to be. Slowly, trying not to break the illusion Zach mounted the steps and came to face the same altar. The good Father began.

“Dearly beloved we are gathered here today….”

Truthfully, neither was really paying attention, as both of them now wrestled with an unwelcome choice. For Scott since at breakfast this morning he had mentally been postponing the finality of his decision. He had no more time left to do so as the priest spoke the words of his union with another man. Even considering Zach’s promise that this night would leave things more compatible, Scott still had to consider whether he could actually go through with it and force Zach into a new role as his wife. He would essentially be destroying his friend’s existence in service of himself and whatever thing Zach would wind up becoming. Scott’s analytical mind sought for the solution to the myriad variables in the calculus of his decision. Finally, the priest asked the decisive question.

“Scott Carver, do you take this woman to be your wife?”

The word wife hung in the air laden with meaning, and it was difficult to mouth the words but after an eternity’s pause Scott answered, “I do.” With that he slid a brass ring onto Zach’s finger. It fit horribly.

The focus now shifted to Zach who had been waging his own internal debate. His weakening male mind still revolted at the thought of what Zach was about to willingly become and all the connotations associated with the word wife. However, life is nothing if not endurance, and Zach wanted to live. This was the only way, and that part of his mind along with a small part which had unnoticed, begun slipping into Zoe’s female identity held a slight majority as the moment of decision arrived with the priest’s words.

“Zoe Miller do you take this man to be your husband?”

Zach too thought of how absurd it was that he was standing here answering that question in a dress. Still the balance of his mind had weighed the possibilities and come up in the affirmative.

“I do.” Zach creaked in his best falsetto, and then avoided grimacing at the unconvincing sound of his own voice as he slid the twin ring onto Scott’s finger which also fit horribly.

The priest thankfully continued, asking the empty chapel “Is there anyone here who can give a valid reason as to why these two should not be joined in holy matrimony? Let him speak now or forever his peace.”

Inwardly, sizable portions of the minds of the two men in front of the altar screamed their objection but neither was given sound.

“Then by the power vested in my by this Church, I now pronounce you man and wife. You may kiss the bride.” The priest concluded.

Zach braced himself as Scott moved in pulling the veil on the opposite side from the onlookers away and giving Zach a quick peck on the lips. The brief contact sealed the ceremony but as Zach pulled away, doing his best to get away from Scott now that their fourth goal was accomplished, he was riding the razor edge of his control. He might have been able to consummate his marriage right then and there under the protection of his new status but he doubted the bystanders would let the two of them finish, especially when it was discovered what was under his shoddy dress. Until Zach and Scott got home and accomplished goal number five, Zach was still in very real peril. Still Zach did note that the spike of lust he got in feedback from Scott’s kiss was subtly different as if some of the nastier elements had been removed. That change gave him hope that the night might still end happily for the two of them. Slowly, painfully, Zach got into full control of him self and hurried away from the Chapel which was already setting up for the next ceremony.

Scott dared not touch Zach as they made their way back to the same restroom. Fortunately Zach remembered the way and did not need guidance on the return trip. As before Scott scouted, Zach ducked in, and a few minutes later a man in shirt and pants ducked out to join the one waiting outside with no evidence that the two were married other than the ugly brass rings they both sported.

Climbing into the car, the two headed back to Zach’s home for the first time as husband and wife. One was apprehensive about their wedding night the other was downright dreading it. Scott silently drove as he counted the miles to seemingly unavoidable fate that his best intentions had gotten him into. The ill-fitting ring on his left hand would not give him peace. Finally at a stop light he took it off and palmed it, placing it in his pocket. Zach was surprised at how large a part of him was suddenly saddened at the symbol’s removal.

Zach tentatively spoke, “Scott, I know this is bothering you, you’ve been doing this all day without thinking about the end result. I can’t say I’m not surprised, if you don’t want to go through with this…?”

Zach trailed off as Scott interrupted him, “Zach its not that it’s … it just doesn’t fit well, alright.” Scott lied for another time that day and did his best to look out the opposite window at the passing streetlights.

Zach quietly admitted his own misgivings, “Yeah, mine doesn’t fit well either.” With that Zach felt another pang of loss as he removed his own band and placed it in the dashboard cubbyhole.

A few minutes later and the two pulled up at Zach’s house. The two looked at each other and contemplated their last possibility of escape. Zach got out first and walked to his front door to unlock it. Scott did his best to strengthen his resolve and finally opened the door and got out. With an afterthought he reached back inside and collected Zach’s ring from the dashboard. He walked up to and through the front door with the steps of a condemned man. Zach took off his shoes, dropped the bag containing his ‘wedding dress,’ and stood at the entrance to his room. Scott likewise mechanically unshod himself and did not offer to carry Zach across the threshold, he doubted he could even if he had offered. With a final pang he walked the final paces into Zach’s room and Zach closed the door like guillotine behind them.

Chapter 5

The click of the door latching shut seemed to echo across the room like some herald of doom. The man who had sworn not an hour before that he would willingly become Mrs. Zoe Carver before man and God slowly turned to face his husband and his new destiny. All day Zach had been fighting the increasingly powerful sexual urges that seemed to race up and down his arms and legs like electric ants before settling into his groin, and now as the latest one from their near passing brought his lust once again to an inhuman boil he could finally perform the act that an ever increasing share of his mind now craved. Each heartbeat only added to his torture as his cock, ironically, quivered rock hard, within the cloth prison of his pants. Now like some strange perverse magnet, the bulge in Zach’s pants seemed to draw him step by step closer to his friend, now husband, who would serve as the architect of his manhood’s destruction.

For his part Scott barely moved as Zach slowly approached. The enormous bulge in Zach’s pants had set off a renewed firestorm of doubt, anxiety, and worry in his mind that consumed all action. The emotional inferno only raged hotter as the feral lust in his friend/wife’s eyes became unmistakably clear. No nightmare could have produced this unrelenting sense of dread that now commanded Scott. For the first time in his life he truly understood what it was like to feel utterly helpless. One step only left lay between the two and their inevitable meeting, and then their gaze connected. In that instant in time both saw the other clearly, one man drowning in a sea of doubt, and the other in a sea of inhuman lust. It was enough to disarm the moment and grant each a moment of needed lucidity.

Zach spoke first, “Scott, what’s wrong? We agreed that this was the only way. Please! I can’t wait much longer. This thing is tearing at my mind!” Zach’s words were almost a plea as much a question.

Scott’s half laugh in reply carried no joy or mirth. “Heh, what’s wrong? You, this, everything, pick or multiple choice, this has to be the most messed up honeymoon EVER. Why do I feel like I’m letting that thing inside you win? Why this? WHY NOW? WHY ZOE?” He exclaimed forcefully.

Zach’s baritone voice answered quietly but sternly.

“Why, because to quote a better man than me, ‘all we can really do is decide what to do with the time allotted to us on this earth.’ I chose Zoe as a name because it means life. This hell bitch thing inside me isn’t going to win. Zachary Miller may meet his end tonight but Mrs. Zoe Carver will live, not as a some empty demonic slut, but as a woman who likes what he liked, who loves what he loved, and who will live every day to uphold the wedding vows she made today. I choose life, even if it means I have to sit to pee for the rest of my life, and I consider that at least a partial victory, but I need your help to get there.”

For another instant, the two men regarded each other as if on either side of a great gulf and then finally the tension slowly melted out of the air.

“This is going to be awkward,” Scott sheepishly intoned and avoided looking directly at his friend/wife.

“Don’t I know it man; just go with it as it happens.” Zach replied.

Then Zach swallowed hard; he knew that this was what he wanted, more than anything else he wanted to NOT be like the thing that in all practical purposes had killed him outside Riley’s bar, and this was the only way. The warring urges from the fractured halves of his mind jousted one last time, Zachary Miller and his manhood against Zoe Carver maybe wedded succubus-to-be, but the calculus of his decision hadn’t improved since the ceremony and the Zoe half of his mind again won. However, the enormity and ramifications of his impending request that would start his journey into a new life caused one last pang of regret for the impending destruction of his old life. Then he carefully and deliberately spoke an almost command.

“Husband…, Scott, old friend, you know what I want. Now no more stalling on this wedding night, take from me my manhood and grant me a woman’s form so we can properly consummate our marriage. You can start making me a woman by redoing our first kiss, as the one at the church was a little dodgy.”

Scott swallowed hard, stepped forward, put a hand on the back of his friend’s head and only slightly missed their second kiss as man and not-quite-wife as their lips met. For a moment only the strange, wet sensation of him kissing another man’s thin lips filled his thoughts and for a horrible instant the possibility that his best friend had simply gone suddenly, and spectacularly, insane three days ago again crossed his mind along with the revulsion of the act. That thought died with the return of the warm electric sensation that had become all familiar, this time it would not be denied and quickly achieved a critical mass. A tingle passed from Scott’s lips all the way down to his toes, the shadow of his personal Aphrodite passed across his mind, and then he felt it and knew everything Zach had said had been true, for as he kissed them, Zach’s lips changed. There was a subtle but noticeable difference as the texture changed and softened as Zach’s lips plumped. Scott broke the suction between them, stepped back, and could see all too clearly the soft rosy pink lips that now framed Zach’s mouth. Then as Zach lifted a hand toward his altered mouth, the three days of beard stubble on the crown of his chin simply ungrew and left smooth skin. By the time Zach’s thick man fingers had finished the gentle tracing of his soft lips and the beginning of his conversion from Zach to Zoe his new patch of girl skin had altered tone from geek zombie pale to rich creamy peach. Fully convinced that what he was feeling was real he refocused his attention to Scott, licked his full, velvet lips with a now bubble gum pink tongue, and advanced, pressing his face to Scott’s once again making fateful contact between the now dissimilar pair of lips. Yet he was internally thankful that the horrible visions and inevitable certainty that he had known the last three days hadn’t simply been the product of his own deranged mind.

Scott still unsure of himself responded by again placing one hand on the back of Zach’s head and used the other to idly trace up and down Zach’s jaw line as they continued their long kiss. Where Scott’s fingers touched, the initial patch of girl skin spread, in a moment its march had wiped out all of Zach’s remaining beard stubble and claimed an ever increasing area on Zach’s face. Scott had no time to reflect on that as his other hand was suddenly full of hair. Silky, golden strands highlighted in bright platinum and rich amber newly sprouted from Zach’s scalp filled his hand, and the same tones rapidly seeped along the existing strands of nondescript brownish/black and left them a spectrum of flax and gold. A few seconds more passed and the new golden hue of Zach’s hair seeped into his roots and announced to any that could see them that this bright mane was the result of genetics (and maybe some good quality shampoo) and dared any mortal maker of bottled dyes to match it. One of Zach’s new golden bangs fell into his vision and he broke the growing heat of their kiss just long enough to sweep it back.

“Blonde, eh, why am I not in the least bit surprised.” Zach chided.

Scott said nothing but continued to run both hands through Zach’s lengthening hair as their lips and tongues dueled marveling at how fast Zach’s unkempt mass of dark locks was becoming a flaxen curtain. Oddly, a part of him was already conflicted by the small pangs of arousal he felt at experiencing the sensual feel of Zach’s silken hair and wondered how long it would be before he wouldn’t recognize his friend at all.

For Zach’s part he had finally been enjoying the luxurious electric warmth radiating through his face along with the ever present electric tingles, but now the warmth had grown uncomfortably hot. He barely had time to reposition Scott lower on his neck away from his face before the first spike hit like a bolt of lightning. As it did he suppressed a muffled grunt as the extra flab in his cheeks and slight jowls was sucked away to nothing leaving firm, clean lines. That discomfort was minor compared to what followed. With a surge of heat his jaw tightened, fractured, and reset almost instantly leaving behind a smooth, curved jaw line that ended in a cute dainty chin. Zach had no time to appreciate the alteration as the heat quickly moved up into his cheeks. His quick mental attempt to brace himself for the next change was suddenly complicated by tightness in his throat. Scott, having been forced lower onto his friend’s neck had started kissing and licking the most obvious feature there and Zach’s Adam’s apple obliged by withering out of existence at the exact same time as his face went about rearranging itself. A veritable symphony followed as the rapid noises made by Zach’s reforming face set themselves to the sounds of his tightening, shrinking, larynx. As twin pops in his cheeks started the performance they were counter pointed by a suppressed baritone grunt in Zach’s familiar voice, followed immediately by a rich crunch as the bridge of his large nose altered its curve and shrank. That drew a tenor ‘omph,’ which led nicely into a contralto whine which rapidly rose in pitch as Zach’s large ears shrank down and flattened against his head. That setup the grand finale which was a long soprano ‘aaaaaaaahhhhh’ as his brow ridges reshaped, his brow which was along for the ride took the opportunity to break into separate thin arched blonde curves over each eye.

His mechanical rhythm broken by the noise, Scott pulled away from the newly swannish neck and looked up into Zach’s face wondering if he should apologize. Whatever words he might have said were lost as he stood transfixed by the eyes of the creature who now watched him, panting slightly, with no idea that the hazel tone of its eyes had just been lost to twin swirls of liquid aquamarine. In those newly blue-green orbs the reflection of the man Zachary Miller had agreed to marry as bride stood stunned at the sight now before him. Not 5 minutes had passed and the pale, overweight, unshaven, round face of his best friend had been replaced by the heart shaped face of a maiden goddess formed by a narrow chin, rosy lustrous lips, a cute button nose, full smooth cheeks with a hint of natural blush, and punctuated with large bright aquamarine eyes. Those unearthly eyes emphasized a face that could speak the language of sweet innocence and deadly grace with equal fluency. That face was a vision of beauty framed with golden hair that now hung to the bottom of Zach’s jaw in a natural pixie cut. No red blooded man would not have been lost in that striking countenance and for the first time in this whole fiasco Scott felt a twinge of attraction and a slight stirring of the organ between his thighs. Zach just smiled a sphinx’s smile with his new lips, reached down, and lifted his shirt above his head and discarded it as an invitation for his husband/friend to continue.

The sight of a flabby, pale man torso just about killed the spark Scott’s arousal but he set himself back to their foreplay when Zack teased in his new melodic soprano that “Scott, you aren’t finished yet, you may have given me a pretty face and an alluring voice to match but much remains to be done. Now take from me the mass from my arms and back and replace them with a woman’s lithe grace.”

This time when Zach approached Scott there were misgivings, but no hesitation, and the awkwardness was tempered with a sprinkle of anticipation. The two embraced, each gently caressing the others back. Zack’s caresses, administered by rough thick digits, did little but bring back the spark of fire Scott had felt in his loins a moment earlier, Scott’s caresses, however, methodically swept away the dark hair on Zach’s back like a combine sweeps away wheat from the field and spread swaths of satiny cream skin in its place which raced to link with each other and expand the limit of smooth femininity far beyond its previous frontier at the base of Zach’s neck. The pleasant warmth which still washed through Zach’s face and neck spread across his back and seeped into his chest, torso, and arms. A low sensual moan escaped Zach’s lips as he suddenly became unsteady in Scott’s arms as his balance left him. Scott did what came naturally and lowered Zach to his bed so that Zach lay on his newly smooth back. Looking at the rounded flabby belly now before him, Scott reached down and gently stroked from Zach’s flanks where the fringe of girl skin was creeping around from Zach’s back and was now visible from the front, to Zach’s navel, up Zach’s chest towards his still vestigial male nipples, then back to Zach’s sides.

After two such rotations there was not a strand of body hair left on Zach’s back or torso. Two more and the usually snug size 40 men’s pants Zach wore were now loose at the waist as each pass stripped flab from Zach’s midsection visibly deflating Zach's paunch belly. Two circuits beyond that and Scott could easily fit a full hand between the rough material of the waistband and Zach’s newly smooth skin. Twice more and it looked like Zach was wearing clown pants as his stomach pulled in and flattened. Zach slid his hands down his chest in time to feel his man boobs wither to nothing and be replaced by firm, flat tissue. He smiled, inwardly acknowledging the irony, remembering how many times he’d been teased about them and figured he could enjoy the weight off his chest for a while and the long sought feeling of flatness before his chest blossomed outward again, this time with real breasts rather than the imposter children of pseudo gynecomastia and of too much snack food.

With a quick pull Zach brought Scott’s head down a little closer and with a finger pointed at the mass of body hair in his armpit and stated “You know, I’d rather not spend the rest of my life shaving that off every few days” and gave Scott his best pleading puppy dog eyes which proved brutally effective on Scott.

With a quick motion Scott’s hands tickled the skin of Zach’s armpits while Scott concentrated on amending the image of the fantasy girl between them. Zach’s malleable form quickly responded and the hair under his arms ceased to be, replaced by the ever spreading soft pink tide of smooth, hairless, skin. Zach lazily crossed his arms over his chest and caressed the girl skin that now held dominion under his arms and smiled as he instinctively knew that no hair, man or woman, would ever grow there again.

In the meantime, Scott had started lazily tickling the points along Zach’s flanks and belly where the beginnings of a distinct concave indentation were beginning to emerge. Zach giggled in the musical, endearing way that only girls can giggle and put up a still mannish arm to ward off the tickle assault on his increasingly taut, flat belly. His arm itself was slowly fighting a losing battle against encroaching smooth girl skin at the shoulder. Scott accepted Zach’s tactical sacrifice and slowly guided the back of the hand and wrist gently across his cheek. Once again, the hair there on knuckle and wrist ungrew, and a slight grimace briefly clouded Zach’s angelic face in response to a new set of soft pops in his wrist as the bones and flesh there sought to match a new design built for slender elegant grace rather than power.

A look of desire returned to Zach’s face and he spoke softly the ultimatum that “I’ve been letting you have all the fun, I’m going to get in on the fun soon, and unless you want to keep being touched by these ham hocks I suggest you do something about them.”

He reinforced the threat by wiggling the large fingers of his free hand.

As Scott nodded in understanding and drew Zach’s captive hand to his lips the remaining man flesh at the bicep and elbow now fought a desperate two front war against both the spreading femininity on the surface and shrinking bones underneath. Then on a hunch he began sucking on Zach’s sausage-like fingers one by one, which Zack rewarded with a girlish sharp intake of breath and a slight instinctive buck of his hips. Like a Popsicle on a hot summer day, the girth and size of those digits melted in Scott’s mouth. As Scott withdrew each of them in turn and kissed each one more time for good measure he couldn’t help but note how slender they now were, tapering towards the tips which now sported a full set of short but elegant, clear, strong nails. Finished with Zach’s fingers the two spouses for a moment splayed fingers and marveled at the new contrast between the large, rougher, mannish hand of Mr. Scott Carver and the smaller, soft, slender hand of the demi-man that was his wife, nee Zachary Miller.

Scott’s pause was not long however, and entwining his fingers with those of the increasingly beautiful creature that lay near him, he drew Zach’s arm to his lips with one hand, and with lips, tongue and fingers began kissing and caressing it from palm to shoulder. The invisible power that bound the two lovers increasingly together continually cascaded over the man and demi-man and drove their passion higher while washing away the last vestiges of restraint. No pang of guilt or worry now marred Scott’s desire or each small bubble of excitement he now felt as his kisses rendered the muscle and flab of Zach’s forearm and biceps down into lean feminine arcs. With a final pop, Zach’s shoulder reset itself as the entire limb shortened slightly to a more appropriate length, and from shoulder to the tips of his elongated nails there was nothing in the arcs of lean female muscle, elegant bone structure, and soft skin that now comprised Zach’s arm to suggest it had once belonged on a large man.

Scott gazed down the length of Zach’s arm checking his work as a carpenter might check a beam to discern its natural curve. Satisfied, he quickly exchanged it for its unaltered brother limb and it was not long before Scott finished repeating his ministrations and it once again an identical match for its sister limb.

“Now husband, I have spent most of my life round and rotund, now do your work well and give me the first slender curves of my new sex, a taut thin waist with a firm flat belly,” pleaded Zach.

Scott, almost as much a prisoner now of the power between them as Zach was, wasted no time and gently flipped his friend/wife on to the as yet androgynous newly flattened arc of Zach’s stomach so he could once again access Zach’s back. Zach quickly drew his now shoulder length tresses out of the way with a small hand while the other found and grasped a fold of blanket as if the cloth could grant some purchase or anchor in the raging storm of change that was fast altering Zach’s destiny. Scott began firmly, but gently, massaging Zach’s back and sides his hands gliding over the smooth skin now focused not on the surface flesh, but what lay beneath. Zach’s soft moans of pleasure and high pitched squeals of discomfort came quickly now as his waist once again began to cave in. A spasm seemed to emanate from Zach’s lower back and race up his spine subtly changing its lumbar curve, pushing his stomach down slightly into the bed and slightly increasing the shallow curve in his upper back to compensate. Ever narrower his waist drew until it reached a breaking point, the heat, building and building, but would not release.

Zach realizing the problem spoke quickly between moans, “Scott, ughhhh,… PLEASE, force my shoulders in so that…ahhhh, my ribs can chaaa…NGE…OOOH.”

Scott stopped in mid stroke down the shallow crease that now ran the length of Zach’s back, denoting where his wife's subtly curvier spine ran, and tentatively placed his hands on Zach’s shoulders. For few seconds the firm inward pressure did nothing but then a long muffled sickening CRUNCH nearly drowned by out Zach’s half choked sob confirmed Scott’s success as collar bone and shoulder reshaped. The alien sight of watching Zach’s shoulder blades pull inwards under lean female muscle and skin, leaving a subtly pronounced collar bone and narrow shoulders was enough to give Scott pause, but a recovering Zach turned his head to glare at Scott out of the corner of his, half flaxen-veiled, bright eyes.

“Don’t you dare stop!!” Zach desperately commanded.

Scott returned to his massaging, and as if it was done by clockwork, each slow circuit of his hands across Zach’s back was punctuated by a sharp pop as bone and cartilage reformed, and one by one Zach’s ribs caved inwards. As his last pair of ribs shrunk down, Zach squeaked out between girlish pants

“Sssstomach… (Mhhhhmmm) needs more work.”

Once again, Scott flipped over the increasingly light demi-man lying on the bed, and Zach took the opportunity to draw his husband down to his reclining form and into a passionate kiss causing his silken gold locks to gently curl as they grew outward until the bright strands fell halfway down his back before spreading across the surface of the bed into a breathtakingly seductive halo. Eventually, Scott broke from the kiss to tend to Zach’s almost forgotten request for his belly to be finished. Frustrated, Zach used his unoccupied small hands to their utmost and tried to remove Scott’s shirt but couldn’t succeed from his current position. A strange surge lit up Zach’s eyes and before Scott’s mind could process that Zach wanted his shirt off, suddenly it was laying on the floor in several pieces with long clean cuts as if a number of razors had passed through the material. This comparison wasn’t exactly accurate as no mortal razor could match the cutting power of the claws that Zach had just used. Fortunately for Scott, Zach’s instinctive aim had been true, and with his subconscious goal accomplished Zach cut off any further power flowing to the tips of his fingers without even consciously thinking about it. Without the power, the aquamarine tinted razor-sharp claws morphed back into their base form as short but elegant, clear human nails.

The raw desire each now had for the other disguised a very crucial fact that both had forgotten in their foreplay. Simply put, the exotic, beautiful creature that Zach was becoming had no viable claim beyond its carefully managed appearance to being Homo Sapiens, female or not. With each change Zach was surrendering a piece of his humanity to the succubus seed inside him to be exchanged for something remarkably inhuman and had he and Scott succumbed to his desires before their wedding their foreplay and sex would have ultimately been mortally lethal for Scott and immortally lethal for Zach. However, in a sworn, consecrated union, however strange, Scott was protected from Zach and the ritual the seed needed to create a new daughter of Lillith was going absolutely haywire.

Unable to rewrite Zach’s mind and a soul to a darker purpose the power simply fed Zach’s sexual desires and the change into something that was both and yet not either woman or demon. The majority of Zach’s desires by now were wholly alien to the man he had been not 72 hours earlier and as Scott began to knead the flesh of Zach’s belly, Zach rose, kissed Scott’s forehead and sent a massive wave of power into his friend/husband. Momentarily spent, Zach’s mind didn’t register that across his husband’s body, errant hair was disappearing. Nor did Zach notice the round curves of his own ears reforming into acute elf-like points, the tips of which now teasingly poked through his golden tresses. Had Zach seen Scott’s changes, it might have concerned him as Scott, also never a paragon of fitness, also began to lose pounds of flabby flesh in much the same way Zach had. Any similarity between the two to that point ended as where Zach’s strength had waned now Scott’s waxed. Patches of lightly tanned skin spread over slowly growing muscles, and between Scott’s thighs his hard organ grew from its modestly average existence to a more impressive size. It only grew harder as it perhaps counted the time until it would have the chance to complete the destruction of another nearby throbbing penis and take its remnant clitoris as prize, pillaging a wet velvet tunnel in the process.

The former changes however were minor blips in the minds of the two lovers as Zach luxuriated in the feeling of his abdomen tightening and his waist line rising up his midsection. The feel of Scott’s hardening muscle under Zach’s hands also had an exhilarating effect on the part of Zach’s mind already wholly given over to his female lust. Scott for his part was all but engrossed in desire for Zach as his tongue now explored the walls of Zach’s navel while his hands stroked the soft skin around it driving Zach’s musical squeals of pleasure ever louder as another shallow depression formed and ran from his sternum to just slightly past the cute vertical oval of his navel. On either side of the newly demarcated midline of Zach’s abdomen a low swell of taut abdominal muscles padded in a thin layer of girl fat rose up to frame Zach’s navel and arced towards Zach’s groin before blending into his as yet untouched man flesh. With one last contraction, the curve of Zach’s waistline settled at a deceptively trim size as his waist was as yet not bracketed by womanly hips or breasts. Only the unaltered flesh of Zach’s flabby thighs and hips kept his pants from falling off. The empty waistband simply hung there pathetically attesting to just how much flesh had been lost.

Sensing there was nothing left to be done in Zach’s middle; Scott began working up Zach’s chest towards where the two small man nipples still held sway over the tracks of flat soft skin that now covered Zach’s diminished pectorals. Scott only got in a double lick on one and a quick tease on the other with a thumb before Zach slapped him away. With a questioning glance Scott met Zach’s gaze.

“I know what you like, and if I let you do my tits now then you won’t want to leave them, and my lower half will never get done,” Zach sternly mocked, before breaking into a playful smile.

Zach drew Scott into another long sensuous kiss before seductively whispering in his ear, “Hips, ass, or legs… fielder’s choice.”

Scott reluctantly pulled back but noted that his brief visit to Zach’s nipples had left them slightly rosier, and with a just a hint of pebbly texture. The now not quite vestigial organs teased Scott with their aborted blossoming, but he honored Zach’s wishes knowing that the delayed moment of reckoning for Zach’s nipples was not far removed in the future.

The two exchanged playful smiles filled with pearly teeth and Scott went to remove Zach’s pants even as their lips met again. Their hands had no difficulty undoing the slack button that guarded Zach’s remaining modesty, but trying to get anyone out of pants when they’re lounging in them is problematic. The two moved off Zach’s bed so Zach could stand and quickly realized something that they had missed until now without such an obvious point of reference. Now with his still large feet on level ground Zach had to elevate his gaze to meet Scott’s eyes and tilt his head back to give another moist, velvet kiss. Throughout all of it, Zach had been slowly shrinking and losing height, and now he just barely made 5’ 8.” That made him 4 inches shorter than Scott now, but still tall for a woman. He did an internal mental check and was pretty certain he wasn’t going to get any shorter. He silently thanked again whatever powers that be that Scott was fascinated with strong, intelligent, maiden heroines and not tiny, weak, bimbo whores. He had no further time to ponder the ramifications that his reduction in stature had driven home as Scott succeed in releasing Zach’s pants and boxers from around Zach’s still hard penis which fell pooling around Zach’s thick ankles.

Zach obliged by stepping out of the pool of his discarded clothes. Aside from his board flat chest there was nothing left north of the base of his torso that could identify him as a former man. Like some strange twisted mermaid of myth, from just below his waistline northwards Zach’s upper half promised sensual pleasures that his lower half was wholly incompatible with. The sight of his erect penis, finally freed, drew a momentary pause from both lovers but a symbol of masculinity that might have derailed everything at the beginning, now had only minimal power to halt Zach’s descent into womanhood. The distraction dismissed, Scott all but picked up Zach with his muscular arms and laid him stomach down on his bed. In the exchange, Zach’s nails flashed blue-green again and Scott’s pants joined his shirt on the floor in tatters.

Scott barely noticed, more concerned with Zach’s feet than his pants, he pulled a leg into a 90 degree angle, rolled off a sock as he captured one of Zach's feet and began giving his old friend a foot rub that any woman would envy. Zach squeaked in pleasure as the now familiar heat flowed into his legs and more of his now unwanted body hair winked out of existence. Zach gasped for air as the arch of his foot broke and reformed far smaller. Feeling Zach’s foot shrink in his hand, Scott willed it on, and began kissing Zach’s toes which elicited similar effect to what had happened to Zach’s fingers. Another of Zach’s half pleasure, half discomfort squeals again musically counter pointed another soft crunch in the balls of Zach’s foot as his ankle slimmed down into slender grace. With a final lick Scott released the now petite foot which now ended in cute delicate toes.

“You know, I always said you had two left feet, and now your feet don’t match at all,” Scott joked. “I could just leave them like that and you’d never get anywhere.”

“And I could decide that you’re not getting laid tonight,” Zach evilly retorted.

“I don’t see as how you get to make that threat seeing as how you currently have nothing to offer in that department,” Scott lecherously replied.

“That’s your job remember, Hurry up and finish giving me the legs I’ll be wrapping around your waist before this night is over, now talk to the other foot,” Zach playfully smirked and waved his remaining foot in Scott’s face.

Scott did talk to the foot, but communicated in caresses and kisses rather than words and like Zach’s hands before, the issue of unmatched limbs quickly passed. As he had assaulted Zach’s arms before, now with the dual weapons of kiss and caress Scott methodically advanced up the back of Zach’s legs like some pillager, reaching underneath to ensure nothing of Zach’s dying manhood escaped him. Zach’s calves fell first, muscle withering and then rebuilding as lean feminine arcs, coated with just a thin layer of shaping fat to give them sleek feminine lines.

Zach’s knees fell next to Scott’s power over them, slimming and smoothing. By the time Scott advanced on Zach’s thighs, Zach’s ability to construct rational thought was once again being interfered with by the insatiable aching demand of his raging erection which was now pinned between his newly soft taut belly and the bed below. He had been dealing with that problem all night as the exquisite ache which filled the organ pulsed in time with Scott’s manipulation of Zach’s flesh and grew with the slow spread of an ever increasing number of female erogenous zones across his body. Now though, with his manhood rubbing against the blanket below and skin it knew was soft feminine flesh above, Zach was at his limit. As peach cream skin spread across his thighs and a major new feminine pleasure zone with it, he no longer had the strength left to fight and mentally let go of the controls.

Like a freed bull released from a chute, Zach started instinctively bucking his still manly hips, driving himself into his yielding bed. His slender fingers stroked his sides in much the same way Scott had moments earlier, stoking the fire in his loins higher. Any pretense at self control was lost as a stream of girlish erotic moans, squeals, and grunts issued from Zach’s rose-pink lips leaving no doubt he was near release. Then with a final grinding of his pelvis into the bed Zach managed to cross a line and it happened.

From the tips of his inhuman pointed ears, to the toes of his delicate feet, he shuddered as all feeling, all pleasure, all tension seemed to be drawn to the center of his being, it felt like the essence of all he was had been packed into a tiny sphere that lodged low in his belly and then ignited like a nuclear meltdown, completely ignoring the typical familiar sensations, mechanics, and tensing needed to eject sperm from his testicles. For a terrifying instant he rode the wave of bliss like a Hawaiian surfer would ride a tsunami caught on the razor edge between epiphany and oblivion. As the wave finally broke, his consciousness spiraled out of reality, and all concepts of space and time vanished.

In the void of his mind a pair of stars dueled, a warm light wholly difference from what he just been feeling emanated from a single silver star and seemed to pass through his spectral form and on to a place where no light existed, only a burning cold, consuming darkness. An all together too familiar slender ribbon of dark void from that place shot out as if to ensnare him but found no purchase. He struggled away from it feeling his old fear and saw a silver thread reach towards him from the other star. His small hand instinctively snared it an instant after it shot into his chest and wrapped around a soft pulsing light there at its center. As suddenly as he has been knocked from reality he was back there in his own body, screaming in indescribable ecstasy.

“AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh,” was the best Zach could muster, and only his need to finally breathe ended it. After a few quick breaths his focus returned. He gratefully noted as a positive that the fire in his loins had subsided for the moment and returned his lucidity, though his organ remained threateningly hard. Oddly weirder, the event had not spilled any of Zach’s male seed, which the power remaking him considered far to precious to wantonly waste given its future role in Zach’s fate.

Frightened, Scott had stopped his work and tentatively asked, “Zach, are you okay, I thought you might be having some sort of fit?”

“I’m okay,” Zach quietly lied through his shallow pants. “I think I just climaxed as a woman for the first time. It felt weird, the mechanics of it were all wrong, I’m not even certain that’s what it was or if that was even normal. If it is, I don’t see how civilization survived the invention of the vibrator,” he blushed.

Propping himself up on an elbow and rolling over onto his side, Zach twitched his head to get his long hair out of the way and looked down the line of his body and was astonished to see what had transpired during his reason’s absence. Where flabby male thunder thighs had been before, now a pair of graceful, sleek womanly thighs flowed up into his increasingly out of place man butt and down to his knees as part of a pair of incredible shapely legs. Scott’s arousal spiked as he watched Zach test the new flesh by digging his slender fingers into the creamy flesh of one thigh, finding a mix of toned muscle and shaping feminine fat that was briefly soft and yielding, but held the promise of a tigress’ power underneath.

Emotionally though, this was unwelcome news for Zach. Even through everything that had happened till now, only the loss of stature, had driven home how utterly permanent this was going to be, the rest had been strangely academic and pleasant even as he worked to seduce his friend/husband.

Now already rattled by the out of body experience he was confronted with his delectable pair of legs and the feminine sexuality they radiated. There was little that might have better rammed home to Zach the inescapable truth of what biological purpose the various parts of his changing body were ultimately designed to serve. At the inevitable end of this line was a reality his shaken courage suddenly wasn’t certain it was ready for. Taking full advantage, Zach’s primal male self-identity rallied for one last desperate breakout attempt in a final bid to save it self from the female tide that was engulfing it physically and mentally and reduced Zach’s psyche to rubble in the process.

Zach’s eyes misted over as he looked as his graceful thighs, and he half choked back sobs, “It’s actually going to … (sob) happen isn’t it? We keep at this and… (sob) I’ll become a woman, a soft, helpless, baby… (sob) machine.”

Scott’s face hardened as a good measure of his lucidity returned, his thoughts clearer without being clouded by the power of Zach's induced lust. After nearly an hour of Zach’s power flowing into him he now looked the part of the heroic champions he had always pretended to be in venues other than base reality, and the resulting gaze had a commanding presence that spoke of defiance in the face of the madness that had invaded their lives. Now, though, the pain of his old friend who had been forced to choose between the lesser of two deaths resonated deep within him. He reached out a hand and gently lifted Zach’s small chin to meet his gaze. He knew then what he had to do, though his body ached to continue both touching and being touched by the wondrous creature before him.

When Scott spoke it was with a low rumble that carried in it the threat of long coming storm, “Zach, I know the decision you had to make is one that I wouldn’t wish on anyone. The fact that you chose this path as the lesser of two evils does not change the murder that occurred and whatever reckoning I can give you, I will, but I will not force this life on you. Know though that anyone who can fight off a demon thing living inside them for three days is NOT weak. I won’t ever ask you for sex beyond what you absolutely need to beat this thing inside you, and I won’t hurt you anymore tonight.” With that Scott started to rise and go, but Zach quickly grabbed his hand and would not let him leave.

Barely above a whisper Zach replied in his woman’s voice, “Thank you, I needed to hear that, but don’t go.” Letting go of Scott’s hand, Zach dried his eyes, which once again filled with the resolve that had carried him this far.

There was cold steel in Zach’s voice as he crisply announced, “We’re not done yet. This isn’t going to fix itself, you know.”

Zach emphasized his words by pointing at a still hairy hip. Then reached out and took Scott’s nearer hand, rubbed it a few times with his softer one, then reassuringly placed it on his ass cheek, and laid back down on the bed. Scott tentatively squeezed the flesh under his hand a few times before the desire he felt for this creature before him, which had been, and still was a good friend returned.

Zach had already grown impatient though and without even looking at Scott tersely complained, “Husband, my hips are never going to spread, my butt is never going to change into a derriere, and the lines of my body will never finish becoming curves if you don’t start putting some effort into it.”

Scott merely smiled and attacked Zach’s twin cheeks with renewed fervor. Zach merely smiled as the warmth that had stalled out in his thighs and his lower back crept into his ass, and as before seeped into the bone of his pelvis. It was not long before the creamy peach of Zach’s new skin existed in an unbroken line down his back, hips, and legs. The warmth in his cheeks grew hotter as the flabby man butt deflated, and his gluteus toned. For an altogether brief moment Zach had a tight, hard ass, and then the feminine shaping fat that coated Zach’s thighs and gave them such sleek curves began to fill back in. Scott could only marvel as with each passing second as Zach’s ass swelled. As Zach’s new derriere ripened into the fuller curves of womanhood the overall lines of his new body from top and bottom began to come together. The change wrought long ago to the Zach’s spine and the lumbar curve was finally accepted by his pelvis which tilted backwards slightly pushing out Zach’s pert teardrop ass and creating the sensual slope of the female lower back. Another pulse and Zach’s thighs now blended perfectly with his new derriere. Yet another started laying feminine padding on Zach’s hips. Still the heat of the change grew deep within Zach’s undercarriage even as his flesh warped and curves grew. A sudden realization dawned on Zach that his pelvis still hadn’t done anything major, but before he could even vocalize the thought, he felt Scott’s large hands find purchase on either side of his padded but narrow hips. Zach silently braced himself as the heat spiked knowing this was going to be a lot like what had happened to his shoulders earlier.

“Ready?” Scott’s simple probing question hung in the air, he knew this was once again going to be quite unpleasant from Zach’s end but fascinating from his.

“Yeah,” Zach replied with a slight hesistation, “Do it.”

As earlier Scott had pushed Zach’s shoulders inward, now he firmly pulled Zach’s hips outward. As before, the eternity of several seconds ticked by before Scott was rewarded by a similar sickening CRUNCH from Zach’s pelvis and another set of soft soprano sobs from Zach’s lips. Once started though, Scott needed to do little but watch the increasing curvature of Zach’s hips as his pelvis ground wider and his hip bones flattened. With a final tug Zach’s pelvis reset itself, now with a significantly larger interior pelvic cavity. In the vernacular, Zach’s now possessed a fine set of child bearing hips. A final set of paired pops followed by a half choked off sob announced the partial unseating and reseating of Zach’s hip joints clicking into wider angles. From now on Zach’s walking stride would be a touch less efficient in trade for a wider maximum angle designed to allow for the greatest possible clearance between his graceful thighs. As a side effect of the increased width of Zach’s hips and the increased angle at the joints, the inner flesh of Zach’s enticing thighs now parted ways just below his groin. Now whenever his slender knees pressed together Zach would express a small sensual female gap. A last touch of feminine padding and from the back at least Zach now had a full set of unbroken womanly curves. Scott slowly caressed those same curves giving Zach a quick breather before continuing. Now he gently turned Zach over, easily moving the lighter woman-to-be and stared with great desire long into those unearthly beautiful eyes before both their gazes instinctively went to the throbbing member below that now strangely sat surrounded by sleek femininity. Zach and Scott didn’t even have to do anything as the last holdout patch of Zach’s old skin was assaulted from all sides. The borders of girl skin crept in from Zach’s thighs, hips and belly and assimilated the skin covering Zach’s manhood taking his scraggly mass of dark pubic hair as its last victim in its march of conquest and left his grown manhood hairless and an odd shade of creamy pink. From the pointed tips of his ears to the toes of his feet there no was no skin left of his original birthday suit. Smooth, clear, soft, hairless, peach cream toned skin had now replaced it all.

Buying just a little more time before the point of no return for his manhood, Zach took Scott’s hand in his and gently drew it across his chest in a soft caress drawing his husband’s attention there.

To solidify his desire, Zach gulped and sweetly but firmly requested, “Husband my chest has been flat too long, I chased you away earlier, now give me the greatest curves of my new sex, give me my breasts.”

Scott nodded; the delayed reckoning for Zach’s male nipples had come. With renewed fervor he set to attacking the small nipples. Zach gasped with girlish glee at the sensations that now flooded his mind as the warmth in his chest grew again to a fever pitch. One nipple drew the attention of Scott’s tongue and lips the other one had to settle for caresses from a free hand. Almost instantly the two resumed their earlier halted journey rapidly flushing the same velvet rosy hue that covered Zach’s lips. Suddenly Zach was confronted with two very different sets of sensory information from his body. Waves of pleasure began to crash into his mind, growing exponentially as new nerves shot through the skin and nipples of his yet flat chest branching into an ever increasing number of new nerve endings that would make these future curves the second most potent arousal zone on his body. At the same time he was almost certain that under each nipple he could feel each milk gland grow into existence, their ducts racing to join together and push up to the nipple above. Like the upward growth of some strange pink volcano, with each lick, Zach’s nipples slowly swelled taller, thicker, and larger into distinct short truncated cones taking on a pebbly texture as milk ducts found outlets on the surface of Zach’s nipples. When there was no more room in the main tips, the ducts began surfacing around them causing Zach’s areolas to grow outwards flushing a ring of creamy skin with a darker shade of pink and a pebbly texture. By now the dense growing mass of mammary glands and connective tissue under each nipple had formed a distinctive budding lump. Now as those buds pushed outwards the only place the nipples that rode them could go was up and out.

As the two small swells of flesh began to push out from the surface of his chest pushed by the growing female lumps underneath Zach spared a stray thought for his older sister and how in several years her breasts had blossomed despite his merciless boyhood teasing. She had told him in exasperated words one day that he would never understand what it was like to grow a pair of breasts and experience the enormous change in social status that a pair of breasts conferred. Except now, against natural law, Zach’s bosom was going through remarkably similar changes, except his female puberty was measured in minutes not years thanks to its unnatural source fueled by arcane energies orders of magnitude greater in potency than the slow work of natural estrogen. The man who fueled those energies let them burn hot and fast as an ancient and primeval part of Scott’s brain had brought his attention to laser focus on the sprouting markers of feminine fertility that at their current size erroneously marked the creature underneath him as a barely pubescent girl. Increasingly lost in the moment, Scott’s sole, momentarily overriding, desire became the ripening of those same markers and with a lustful glare he willed them to grow. Zach felt the heat in his bosom redouble again and focused his gaze on his twin swells of flesh and wished them grow as well.

Gathering a shallow breath, Zach quietly whispered to himself, “My turn to blossom sis, let’s see who gets to be the big sister now.”

As if they had heard Zach’s words his tiny proto tits rose to the challenge, literally. On their accelerated schedule a month’s time of normal puberty passed in every couple beats of Zach’s racing heart. In less than a minute Zach’s bosom changed from the small swells that typically earn a girl her first cup less training bra to the small pert cones that ride high on the chests of newly minted teenage girls feeling their first flush of womanhood. Zach’s heart raced on and with it his accelerated blossoming. A minute more and his fleshy cones grew larger, too large in fact for them fully resist gravity, their mass beginning to pull downward into rounded shapes. Zach by now easily had a pair of ‘A’ cups that would have drawn envious stares in any class of freshmen girls. Finding that there was now enough soft flesh to actually manipulate Scott began gently fondling and squeezing Zach’s swelling tits. Zach closed his eyes for a moment to luxuriate in the sensuous feeling of Scott’s fingers caressing the soft flesh of his bosom and barely opened is eyes in time to note the imminent formation of cleavage as the perky tits on Zach’s chest by now had abandoned all pretenses of a conical shape and had swelled into real, round, curvy ‘B’ cup boobs the kind of which to the dismay of her peers and parents could get a teenage girl male attention almost effortlessly. Now though, beginning to feel the electric heat begin to wane slightly Zach concentrated on mentally pushing the remaining warmth out to the tips of his burgeoning tits. He tensed both muscle and mind and forced the heat outwards into the twin mounds and was rewarded as his boobs pulsed outwards into mid ‘C’ cup territory and gained the dramatic cleavage that has at times gotten young women without a shred of redeeming personality elected prom queen. The effort though, had all but consumed the driving heat, leaving only a residual waning warmth, but Zach was not going to be denied that and pushed it hard out into his boobs once more, felt them swell a touch greater, and then finally relaxed. The heat had been entirely spent but not before it had bought the kind of improbably pert, perky breasts that make men walk into walls. Zach sighed contentedly and looked down his front through his cleavage at Scott who practically had his face buried in Zach’s ‘valley of the gods.’ It was a wonderful place Scott never wanted to leave as far as he was concerned, discovering with each passing second the soft treasures of Zach’s glorious new curves. Never before in his life had he touched such an incredible set of feminine fruit, perfect, perky breasts, their soft, round curves inviting touch towards their apex where a reddish-pink nipple held queenly court over the ‘huge tract of land’ it now commanded. The exact dimension of those spreads might have been debatable depending on the maker of the bra, but the functional difference between a very full ‘C’ cup and a modest ‘D’ was minor. The important thing in Zach’s mind other than the glorious stream of sexual bliss which his breasts now fed into the pleasure center of his brain was that now Zach would be the undisputed bra-weight champion title holder for ‘big sister’ in his family. When and why that achievement had become important to him were questions that were lost in the growing female tide in his mind.

Scott lingered a happy moment more on Zach’s breasts but his male desire was growing impatient with the eternal foreplay, Scott wanted sex. In Scott’s arms Zach’s body too needed to fill a need, the arousal that he had lost control of before was peaking again and this time it was not going to be satisfied with pretending, Zach too wanted sex. Reaching an understanding of their needs without speaking Scott began to work his kisses and caresses up Zach’s willing body. Scott gently nuzzled Zach’s nipple before giving it a good bye kiss, then Scott worked his way up the slope of Zach's soft breast, to collarbone and the base of his neck, across neck and cheek before locking his lips with Zach’s underneath him. Another long kiss they shared and then Zach rolled shifting his weight and coming on top of Scott, straddling Scott’s hips with his wider ones, Zach's sleek creamy legs bracketing Scott's lightly bronzed muscled ones in the middle. Zach gave Scott another soft inviting smile and then leaned down drawing his pillowy full breasts across Scott’s muscled chest. Scott reached his strong arms around Zach’s far smaller torso and pulled his almost-woman 'wife' into a firm embrace bringing the front of their bodies into full contact and pressing Zach’s soft bosom into his firm chest. Zach rocked his body a little forward and brought his lips to Scott’s ear.

After a gentle nibble on the lobe Zach spoke in his best enticing seductive melody, “Scott, husband, friend, you have done your work well, now here at the end of my journey on this wedding night please take from me my manhood and give me a woman’s sex in equal trade. Make me a woman, complete my womanhood, and then fill my womb with your essence to make me, already your sworn bride; your consummated wife.”

A last fleeting cloud of concern passed across Scott’s eyes but never got to ask if that was truly what Zach wanted. Zach swiftly moved back face to face and silenced Scott with a passionate kiss. His answer given to the unsaid question as Zach began to roll his hips on top of Scott’s waist bringing the last remnant of his manhood into repeated contact with Scott’s firm stomach. Scott wasted no time picking up the motion and his strong hands grabbed Zach’s wide padded hips to maximize the contact through the roll. Truth is, it was technically the gayest thing either of them had done all night but neither Zach nor Scott could think of Zach as a man at this point. A debate on whether he still qualified as a man in body anymore soon started to become academic. For the last time that night the electric heat surged in Zach’s body, now located in the flesh at the junction of his thighs and began contouring the soft flesh there at the terminus of Zach’s torso. The gently curved arc of Zach’s abdomen reached down to the base of Zach’s already hairless pubis and established the sleek foundation curves that would form the basis for a Venus mound. Scott spared a hand and was drawn by the power into massaging a spot low on Zach’s soft taut belly, Zach gasped as the electric heat there coalesced into an increasingly hot sphere which moved to a spot low in Zach’s abdomen behind the pubic bone and drew itself inwards. On the surface, the power that had recently granted Zach breasts in a mockery of female puberty now mocked the natural order again by reversing the last holdout of Zach’s male puberty. Zach beamed a smile to the world as he felt his member begin to shrink inwards knowing how close he was to attaining his goal. Another welcome sensation followed as the ropy innards and tubes connecting his testes to his penis drew taught and began pulling them upwards into his abdomen. Zach continued rolling and bucking his hips, steadying himself by bracing off of Scott’s strong chest with his petite hands. He did spare a look down through the cleavage of his jiggling breasts during one roll to note that the size of his penis had already quickly diminished to the point where it would have been considered small for a young boy. Zach broke into another happy grin as it turned pinker and his foreskin closed over the glans sealing his urethra.

Now with a flattening crotch Zach moved a touch lower during a roll and drew his feminizing groin over the erect shaft of Scott’s member. Both grimaced in ecstasy as the pleasure of direct contact flooded their bodies. Adjusting slightly to the new roll, they made another pass and the heat low in Zach’s belly drew tighter while his testes now pulled flat against his groin. A third pass of his groin over Scott’s member and the ball of heat collapsed into an infinitesimal point. Zach softly moaned in feminine pleasure as the point burned deep in his abdomen then slowly began expanding outward again, its limit now at the vanguard of a rapidly spreading mass of cells which hadn’t existed there seconds before and which carried in them any future potential for Zach’s motherhood. Like the first days of a pregnancy, which ironically its purpose was to enable, at first the small ball of cells was too small for Zach to feel, but like a growing baby, Zach’s womb rapidly increased in size. The ball of cells grew to the size of a speck of sand, then that of a ball bearing. At the size of a marble Zach felt the first twinge as his uterus began displacing other organs in its bid for the prime real estate space centered within Zach’s hips, by the time it was golf ball sized it was unmistakable. As the spreading sphere took on the shape of a large inverted pear it was all Zach could do to not cry out as the pleasurable heat spiked. Now with his uterus complete the power pushed outward at the corners and bottom of the female invader organ sending protruding cavities away from the womb. Zach could feel the upper two winding their way through his abdomen, his new Fallopian tubes snaking through his belly seeking ovaries that weren’t there yet. Lower down, Zach felt a muscular cervix form as the gatekeeper to his womb. Stoked higher by his internal pleasure Zach drove himself on his husband’s member with increasing abandon and whimpered in joy as the muscle between the junction of his thighs and his cervix began to reform as an elastic sheath, coated in lubricating membrane, which pushed his prostate out of the way as his new tunnel sought an outlet. Zach could barely breathe it felt so wonderful, and then for the first and by far not the last time in his new life he felt a slick warm wetness between his hips.

Zach squirmed trying to get a feel for the vaginal tunnel forming between his legs, but Scott impatiently seized Zach’s hips and brought Zach back into their rhythm. Despite the pleasurable sensation of his wet canal spreading Zach again began to fall out of sync in their lovemaking. Recognizing the note of discomfort creeping into Zach’s moans Scott slowed, trying to discern what was blocking Zach’s further feminization. With a hand he felt around between Zach’s legs and found his testes practically vacuum packed against his groin. With a few soft caresses, he got a feel for their positions and then began firmly pushing them upward into Zach’s body. Zach let out a soft whine of discomfort but then one testicle and then the other popped upwards into the current terminus of Zach’s vaginal tunnel. The sweet release of the blockage Zach felt was incredible, combined with his arousal from everything before he was again at the cusp of orgasm. Now with his own gonads moving up his lubricated tunnel, stimulating the new vaginal flesh, Zach once again went over the edge. This time there was no blackout but every tensed muscle and nerve overloaded from hours of sexual stimulation sent shockwaves of pleasure into his incomplete vagina, breasts, and tiny remnant cock. Zach practically had to lock his jaw to prevent himself from letting out a scream that would wake the dead. The unexpected sensation of his vaginal muscles clenching and unclenching on to his migrating gonads speeding their transit was a surprise. The same gonads now were making two very different journeys. In physical space they moved up Zach’s vagina and through his cervix eliciting a pair of soft grimaces at the strange sensation. On a cellular level another passage to female fertility was happening. Ironically now, the millions of sperm stored in his testes were technically making the journey for which they had been designed, up a vaginal canal, through cervix, and into a womb to search for a female egg, but it was a hollow victory for Zach’s little swimmers. In each of Zach’s migrating testes sperm cells collided into balls, individual cells, tails and all, forming increasingly large spherical formations. The two brother organs who had sat side by side since they first formed in his mother’s womb circled each other one last time in farewell in the center of Zach’s womb, and then parted ways, one pulled up each Fallopian tube to its final destination as an ovary. The sperm balls within flashed into ovum hundreds at a time now preparing for the slight chance to transit the path they had just taken in reverse as an egg.

Freed from its load Zach’s scrotum swelled outward, reaching forward to engulf Zach’s member, and backwards between his legs. Zach’s small penis was pulled backwards and forced to lay flush with his pubis just as it disappeared from sight. The whole swollen mass was pushed out and then rotated downward as Zach’s now featureless pubis became a Venus mound. Momentarily uncertain how to attack this featureless doll-like arrangement Scott pulled Zach’s groin above his face and on a hunch began gently licking the seam of the soft tissue, entreating the fleshy folds that long ago in Zach’s mother’s womb had fused to form Zach’s scrotum to bloom open again and grant him access to Zach’s innermost places. For his part, Zach struggled to keep his thighs evenly spread as he warred with the conflicting instincts to clamp his thighs shut to protect his emerging sex against the opposing desire to open his thighs wider allowing Scott to apply more sensual moisture to his Venus mound that called to the throbbing wet heat of his vaginal tunnel and bade them merge. On the whole though Zach did well, and was rewarded with a resurgence of pleasure following the unique sensation of his prostate becoming his Skene’s glands and g spot.

Scott’s eyes had an interesting point of view to the impending creation of Zach’s labia as the seam of Zach’s crotch turned a delicate shade of pink and then pulled inward slightly to form a crease that ran down the middle of Zach’s mound. Taking that as an invitation Scott redoubled his efforts and soon the crease became a veritable ravine. It was an interesting pleasant surprise for Scott after a quick glance upwards to Zach’s face to find a small, trim, downy patch of golden hair in a natural heart shape had sprouted on the top of Zach’s mound. Finally, the pink seam had reached its limit and slowly split into two crescent halves like the parting of a zipper leaving an open cleft to Zach’s innermost sanctum. There nestled between Zach’s new labia major was the remnant of his member, half absorbed with the seam of its underside facing out and its small glans shrinking beneath a hood of skin above. All of it was coated in a thin sheen of clear lubricating female moisture, a single clear bead of which escaped to flow down Zach’s smooth thigh. Scott was worldly enough to know that he looking at the new epicenter of Zach’s sexual being and with a feral grin he launched himself on the small pink nub. Anyone watching from afar might have thought that Zach had been tasered in the groin from the way he reacted, and with a muffled maniacal laugh Scott did his best to see how many times he could send Zach over the edge with the only pauses coming as he came up for air. Counting the coup of his assault on Zach’s new clitoris wasn’t easy, and finally he had to stop as Zach desperately needed a chance to breathe. After a minute of recovery for Zach, Scott stopped softly stroking Zach’s silky legs and asked the questions that had consumed his thoughts; coincidentally also for about the last minute.

“Okay,” Scott asked inquisitively, “Were you always a screamer? Also was that 6 or 7? I had trouble on the last one because you ran out of air and started turning blue.”

Zach fixed Scott with his best mock anger glare through the valley of his cleavage and proudly declared at first but mumbled at the end, “I turned blue because I felt like it. If I am a screamer now it’s because you made me that way, and that was actually 8, as I was out of air for the last two.”

The last sentence Zach spoke might have elicited a proud response from Scott, but Zach noted with odd satisfaction that turned to curiosity that Scott seemed more interested now in licking up as much of Zach’s clear feminine lubricants from his face and hands as he could.

“Oh come on,” Zach exclaimed “I can’t taste that good!”

“You should try some,” responded Scott, “It’s got a nice smooth fruity taste and smell; like pineapple.” He smacked his lips a few more times, sniffed, and exclaimed, “Definitely pineapple… good pineapple too!”

Zach incredulously stated, “There is no damn way that I taste like a pineapple!”

“Well don’t take my word for it, its not like you own the buffet or anything,” Scott exasperatedly remarked.

The two regarded each other for a minute and then Zach finally caved and took a slender finger, wiped it across the cleft of his mound, brought it to his lips and tasted his own juices. His eyes went saucer wide for a moment.

Completely shocked, Zach pronounced “IT DOES TASTE LIKE PINEAPPLE….but how?” Then Zach recalled Scott’s taste in fruit beverages, turned, with eyes narrowing into angry triangles and let forth an angry accusation, “YOU!!!…YOU DID THIS, DIDN’T YOU?”

Before Zach’s rant could really get going, Scott laughed and used Zach’s own trick against him, silencing him with a passionate kiss that both participants detected a slight trace of pineapple flavor too.

“Okay Zach that’s 10 Earth moving climaxes for you and 0 for me, so it’s definitely my turn now, Mmmkay?” Scott stated.

“Alright, whatever you want oh pineapple connoisseur,” Zach cooed in a tone that spoke of future revenge for Scott’s gift of a pineapple flavored pink taco to Zach.

Scott pulled Zach into a kiss and then rolled Zach under him bringing his hard member in range of Zach’s cleft. Zach obliged him and spread his thighs as far apart as he could bringing his soft knees into the air in the ancient primal female position which allowed Scott to push his hips into Zach’s. Scott pushed the head of his member into Zach’s cleft and past Zach’s outer labia. He gently twitched his hips causing the head to gently rub against the seam of what once had been a proud male member, its head now a tiny pink bud of hooded flesh known as a clitoris. Zach felt the warmth in his groin, spasms growing just inside his mound that promised the imminent completion of his vagina. Scott rubbed again and the remnant grew pinker and its seam pulled just an iota apart. Another rub and the seam split farther. Like some giant fleshy battering ram, Scott’s member pushed at the final gate defending Zach’s sex and entreated entrance to the secret garden inside. Another rub and Zach felt the seam all but split. With a last gentle push the final shred of Zach’s manhood pulled open, velvet pink petals blooming to become labia minor.

Suddenly, the head of Scott’s member sank into the waiting tunnel of Zach’s new sex but hit an obstruction almost immediately. Scott having never previously encountered an intact version of the obstructing obstacle could not be faulted for momentarily thinking Zach’s womanhood incomplete. Zach however never gave him time to discover the fault of his assumption and made good on his earlier promise by locking his sleek legs around Scott’s waist. Assured of his leverage, Zach pulled Scott into him and bucked his hips which broke the offending obstacle and drew the dagger of Scott’s member into Zach’s waiting sheath all the way to its hilt. Unplanned serendipity had technically turned several of the day’s lies to truths as Zach retroactively qualified to wear the white dress and veil he had sported at the ceremony as he now could truthfully claim virginal maidenhood on his wedding night…all 7 seconds of it. That however, was not on Zach’s mind at the moment as he dismissed the brief pain of his hymen’s destruction and focused on the exquisite feeling of Scott’s penis filling his new womanhood. In seconds he began rocking his hips as Scott thrust in and out of Zach’s eager vagina. Gradually Scott’s pumping grew in intensity matched by the increasing gyrations of Zach’s hips as Zach sought to constantly alter Scott’s angle of attack. Soon much of Zach’s sleek lithe form trembled with each impact as Scott betrayed the raw strength that Zach had granted him. It was firm rather than rough but as Scott plowed the fertile soil of Zach’s womanhood and shared the harvest of bliss with his new wife it reinforced all too clearly what Zach had so willingly become.

Now, with his mind focused on the bliss of his lovemaking the last vestiges of Zach’s male mind and identity were reduced to dust. No longer would a ripe pair of softly bouncing breasts like the ones he now sported draw his fascination; that was now reserved for the muscled chest his small hands now pleasured. No longer would he judge the hourglass shapes of women for their fertile beauty, but now against his own curves in competition. The slit he had gained between his graceful thighs that he had spent the entirety of his adult life seeking ceased to hold any attractive power over his mind, while a singular copy of the manhood he had lost became his sole future quarry. One by one, the beautiful women his mind had lusted for and desired as mate faded out to simply become another woman in a background crowd. In their place, fantasies of romance and exotic sex, future possibilities as man and wife, and one even where a small new life nursed on the nourishment of his breasts popped into his subconscious. All of them starred the same lead actor who had sculpted the art of Zach’s new female form, and who now stood on the cusp of finishing his improvised and unexpected magnum opus. The first symphony created by the ecstasy of the two lovers was drawing to its finale, the desperate rhythmic baritone of Scott’s grunts providing the rhythmic baseline to the soaring melody of Zach’s soprano squeals and moans. They both tried to delay the grand finale of their climax for a few more seconds to draw out the bliss just a little longer, each striving not to be one that ended it. Somehow sensing the moment of decision, the power that commanded Zach in his final seconds bade him execute one last maneuver. With disproportional strength to his elegant frame Zach forcefully changed their positions and came to rest on top of Scott. Then with a final rocking buck of his wide hips Zach bent down and deeply kissed Scott willing himself kamikaze style over the edge to once again ride the wave of obliterating bliss, but this time he would not go alone. Zach’s vagina clenched Scott’s organ in a vice grip, preventing escape, as the mystic link between the lovers fed Scott’s mind into the same vortex of ecstatic being that his wife now rode. All pretense of control gone, Scott’s manhood gladly released its payload in a desperate bid to survive the perilous tempest of raw sexual energy that was the domain of the succubae. Freely given male essence and seed filled his wife’s womb, still saturated with the power that had changed the two of them and formed in the consummation of their wedding night. In a soft whimper on the edge of reason, the last shreds of the man that had been Zachary Miller passed from existence and a strange succubus who called her self Zoe was born. She accepted her husband’s gift of seed and essence, her true goal all night, and used its awesome potential in conjunction with her own succubus climax to purge her body and soul of the invader demon parasite that had both killed her and brought her life. She arched her back and twin arcs of silver lightning very different from the void ribbons that held her earlier shot from the space between her shoulder blades and fanned out into wing-like coronas of power that sparked crimson and sable for an instant as the invader was burned off, then their mission accomplished, returned to their original color and then withdrew back within Zoe’s body.

Utterly spent, Zoe collapsed on top of her husband and merely breathed as the warmth that had suffused her entire body began to withdraw, its transformative work done. Scott gently held her as the sexual heat drew away from her limbs and seemed to pool around her heart. As it had before when it had formed her womb the power shrank down to a point and then wrought the finishing touch on Zoe’s form as a tiny, smooth, elliptical gem the same color as her eyes formed at the top of her breastbone just above where the valley of her cleavage began. Now as the inhuman boiling lust and desire that had been her puppet master and prison for the last three days began to ebb in both final defeat and victory, Zoe felt the joy of the liberated. Slowly, she opened her luminous eyes to meet the gaze of the man she had come to love dearly and beamed him a heart melting smile. Scott simply smiled back, the returning complete clarity of his mind so welcome like a bright spring day after a cold dark winter.

Zoe spoke first, chirpily announcing, “HAPPY BIRTHDAY!!”

Scott surprised, confusedly thought out loud, “but … it’s not my birthday.”

“No silly,” Zoe happily countered in a tone that carried the slight sniffle of happy tears, “It’s mine. I restarted at zero tonight.” Her face creased momentarily in thought then she sadly added, “I guess that means no candles this year though.”

Scott drawn to one of Zoe’s most striking features supplied, “I doubt they’d outshine your eyes anyway. You do know they’re glowing right?” He questioned then finally realized that Zoe was not the only one who was radically different. His arm was not his own, he stretched it out, felt a bicep and noted the corded muscle that had taken residence there.

“Zoe, what did you do to me?” Scott asked in an awed hush.

“I hope you like it, because I’m not really sure how I did that, it just happened,” Zoe sheepishly admitted, then broke into a grin as Scott nodded indicating he was more surprised than actually angry at his own strangeness.

Zoe resumed, “And yes (hehe), my eyes probably are,” Zoe cutely laughed then her face brightened with a sudden realization. “You know that would make me an epic-unique… the one and only ZOE-BUS!” she spoke in dramatic flair and then briefly paused before continuing. “Married to the only Zoe-bus in the entire world, aren’t you a lucky guy,” Zoe teased.

“I am.” Scott spoke with a suddenly serious, decisive tone.

He reached down to the floor where his pants lay and drew a strip of fabric with a pocket still attached from the ruin of the garment. Scott turned with a questioning gaze for Zoe who gave her best sweet and innocent ‘Who? Me?’ shrug in reply. Unfazed, Scott found what he was looking for and then slowly rolled out from underneath Zoe’s form and stood beside her bed. She was puzzled for a second and then it was Zoe’s turn to be surprised as Scott took her hand and drew her to a standing position. Now standing before each other once again, Scott dropped to one knee and placed Zoe’s hand between his two larger ones. Scott’s eyes misted slightly as he spoke.

“Zoe, will you marry me?” He opened his hands to show the battered circle of brass that Zach had removed what felt like eons ago now lying in Zoe’s soft palm.

“I already did,” Zoe happily responded.

“Yes, you did, but I went to that altar with doubts, now I have none.” Scott spoke with utter and complete conviction.

“Its okay, I went to the same altar with fear for what was going to happen to me.” Zoe truthfully admitted. “But you saved me from a horrible fate, and I will marry you however many times it takes you to realize that as long as you’ll have me, I’ll always be your wife.”

A tear traced Zoe’s cheek as Scott slid the brass band back on to the ring finger of her left hand, this time her power flowed into the symbol and it morphed, altering into gold that matched her hair before shrinking into a femininely braided wedding band that fit her slender finger. She took its twin that Scott offered and slid it onto Scott’s hand providing the same spark of power that had remade hers and now it too transmuted, resized and slightly morphed. On this masculine ring however Zoe’s power polished the surface of the simple band to a mirror shine and then delicately etched a promise she intended to keep in a language that few even knew existed. Their bands exchanged, the two took each other’s head in their hands and spoke in strange words the vows that came naturally, though unbidden to their lips.

Scott intoned first, “Thee Zoe, and no other, for as long as we both may live.”

Zoe replied, “Thee Scott, and no other, in both sorrow and joy shall we dance.”

Then both spoke together, “Thee and no other, down whatever paths eternity lead us.”

The room seemed to swell with the rumble of a powerful covenant far greater than the either of them that seemed almost proud as the two FINALLY, on their third attempt, got the whole ‘husband and wife’ kiss right. It filled the two of them with warmth wholly different from the lust that had earlier been all too familiar. Zoe’s mind flashed to the memory of the twin stars and the silver thread and lost her self in the kiss and the new power that practically sang through her being. The arcs of silver electric essence again pushed from Zoe’s back and then folded in, enveloping Scott in their embrace. For a few minutes they held each other before the power subsided back to its normal level but left the two filled with a resonating feeling of joyous love that endured far longer than the earlier spikes of lust. Finally, Scott spoke in quiet awe.

“Zoe, I love you, but what on Earth ARE YOU?!”

Zoe pursed her lips before nervously replying. “I’m not really sure myself.” She then cutely yawned which Scott caught himself mirroring before she continued, “Tired, definitely tired though.” Zoe moved the two of them back to her bed, climbed back in, and found a comfortable position beside her husband. “We can figure it out in the mooooorning,” she yawned but before sleep fully took her she added one last contented snark, “BEST WEDDING NIGHT EVAR.”

End of Chapter