Serena growled, lunging herself towards the Planeswalker. Her moonsilver blade was extended to pierce his heart, but of course the mage damnably moved aside in the nick of time.
“I told you, you can’t hit me. I’m in your head.” He smirked, snapping out a hand to tap her on her nose. “Boop.”
The angel roared with anger, swiping her sword in a lateral motion and of course, not so much as touching a hair on his head. “Stop playing around and tell me why you’re here!”
“Why? Isn’t it obvious?” He laughed, dancing away from her and summoning a half-dozen reflections of himself. They all grinned at her in the same taunting manner he was so good at, and Serena’s heart swelled with rage. “It’s to see Avacyn of course. The same damned reason anyone ‘Walks here. Seems I’m a little late, though.”
The dam of her furor broke, and Serena let out a wordless cry of rage. Her fiery temper built within herself, and she cast out a coruscating helix of flame through him, through every one of his clones, through everything in a fifty-meter radius.
For a moment, the darkness of Innistrad’s night blossomed into day, an actinic glare washing out the shadows, if only for a moment.
A glassy crater crackled under the angel’s feet as she landed tiredly, panting to catch her breath. The Goldnight swept her sword around with a flourish, sheathing it in a practiced motion. “Tosser.” She grunted, scowling. Nobody would miss him.
A loud clap broke the relative silence of the crater she’d just made, followed by another. And another. Incredulous, the angel turned to find him staring at her condescendingly. “You know, I’m almost impressed.” He said. “Almost. But I think I’ve seen all there is to here… By the way, watch out for the moon.”
He bowed, and with that he Planeswalked away. Serena’s eyes widened; then she screamed with anger, following him into the Blind Eternities. Clearly he hadn’t expected an angel to be capable of the same feats as himself, as he left an easy trail behind himself.
It didn’t lead to anywhere Serena was familiar with, but that didn’t matter to her. The only thing she cared about was catching the fiend and tearing him limb from limb.
The blur of aether resolved around her, and she landed on her knees, armor clattering to a tiled ground made of a substance she couldn’t identify. The first thing she noticed was how unclean the light looked, artificial and blue. The second thing she noticed was a life-sized portrait of Avacyn, somehow inscribed on a three-dimensional figure.
“Oh, hey.” The planeswalker fell back onto a nearby chair, looking to the confused angel with a grin. “You know, you really shouldn’t be here.”
“What? I… Where is this?” Serena balked in confusion, turning to the Planeswalker with a frown.
“Home, in the ‘real’ world. Well, real enough for someone like me; I suppose. And since I’m not the sort to invite a woman in without telling her my name; you can call me Kale Holdt.” He chuckled, before gesturing towards her with a smirk. “Though I don’t suppose you’ll be a woman for long.”
Serena shuddered as a wave of magic washed over her; then she realized with a shiver that she was completely naked. The redheaded angel glanced upwards in mute shock, finding her armor, complete with sword, hanging on display across from herself.
Kale looked it up and down with a grin, nodding to himself. “That’ll be worth at least a year’s rent… Though I’m sure it’ll go for nothing near as much as you.”
Serena gawped in rage; then began to summon a fireball in either hand. “Humiliate me!? How dare you, you… You pervert!”
“Pervert, maybe. But you can also call me your owner.” The man chuckled, and Serena’s body went numb.
“What… How?” She stammered, her magical onslaught ended before it could even begin. The angel looked down to her form in shock, staring at herself in terror. “Why can’t I use magic? Why can’t I planeswalk?”
“Because.” Kale laughed mockingly. “Back on Innistrad, I was in your head. Here, I’m in your head… And you’re in my home. Besides, angels aren’t real here… But certain products pertaining to them are.”
“W-what?” Serena stammered. She whimpered, shuddering as her body began to feel cold and clammy. The angel looked down to her bare arms in a panic, rubbing her hands along them in a desperate attempt to warm herself.
Her skin felt numb to the touch, yet was smooth and glossy. It was almost like a leather; though one that was a little… Unnatural, as though it was made of something other than animal hide. “What’s happening to me?” She asked, heartrate picking up in her chest.
“Ah, a fantasy type like you wouldn’t know what plastic is, would you? Let alone latex, for that matter. Though I suppose you’ll soon become intricately familiar…” The man trailed off, looking to the angel thoughtfully.
She trembled under his gaze, watching as seams appeared along her arms, and her fingers began to fuse. Desperately, Serena tried to force her fingers apart, but they were stuck fast to one another. It was like they were becoming something akin to mittens, useless with puffy fingers. Her thumbs slightly receded into her hands as well, leaving her unable to grab anything.
Not that she’d be capable of doing so. The angel whimpered as her fingers twitched, growing hollow and plump. They extended fully against her will; just as her arms moved to her sides, curling at the elbow. It felt like she was being pumped full of air; becoming hollow within.
The feeling spread throughout her body, and she fell to her knees. Much to her horror, the impact of her body against the ground didn’t leave so much as a sound, as though she weighed only a matter of pounds.
“I bet you’re wondering what you’re becoming… If you’ve even figured out you’ve changing. A holier-than-thou type wouldn’t know… Hm. Is it really apt to call an angel ‘holier-than-thou’?” Kale chuckled darkly, running a hand along her glossy cheek. “See, you’re becoming a love doll. You’re an inflatable whore, fit only to be used.”
Serena looked up to him hatefully, trying to curse his very existence. Only a squeak escaped her lips though, as they puffed up. Her eyes glazed over as a hollow emptiness settled through her throat, the same that filled the rest of her body. Even her wings felt off, both of them becoming little more than feathered attachments to a doll’s back.
It seemed that she was still able to think; however, and so the angel naturally thought only of revenge. When she freed herself of this prison, she’d-
Her train of thought came to an abrupt, crashing halt as she watched the man undo his pants. An erect cock hung before her forever-pursed lips, and she silently began to pray for something, anything to keep this from reaching its inevitable conclusion.
Unfortunately, it seemed that nobody was listening; and with a grunt he entered her mouth. Much to Serena’s distaste, she realized that her sense of taste still worked perfectly fine. Lubricant oozed from a hole in her throat like drool, and the man cupped her head in his hands, forcibly fucking her face.
The fact that her head was hollow now made the task easy, and also let her hear his every motion resounding through her empty skull. Serena cursed him silently; then let out a mental plea as she felt herself begin to change once again.
“Oh, sorry if I’ve forgotten to mention… But I have a type.” Kale looked down to her with a smirk, grinning as the toned muscles of Serena’s plastic body swelled. Her thighs, breasts, and belly all began to swell; becoming round, plush, and nothing like what a warrior such as Serena lived to exemplify.
It was a humiliation added to the dehumanization of her form, and Serena’s rage began to ebb into despair. Then he pulled himself from her mouth, a trail of lube still connecting his throbbing length to her fat lips.
He didn’t say anything and didn’t need to. She could tell from the look in his eyes what he intended to do, and she hated him for it. But, like this, the battle angel was helpless to do anything save let out a soft squeak as he pushed her onto her back, his weight atop her soft inflated belly.
An angel’s sex was the most divine part of her, and to have it used-much less in a manner as this-was tantamount to heresy. Serena balked at the intrusion, mentally screaming as he thrust deep within her, her arms and legs giving him the unwilling half-embrace of a love doll.
This violation was her first time; and much to her distaste, she was enjoying it. Much as she hated the man, she couldn’t deny the needs of her body. Her fuck-me eyes stared silently ahead at his face as he gave another of those damnable smirks, driving hard into her again and again.
Her canal wasn’t stretched around him so much as it was molded to his length, a pleasurable ribbing eliciting as much bliss within her latex body was it was for him. He grunted aloud, lowering his head beside hers and whispering into her ear.
“How does it feel to be used, toy?”
Serena wept internally at the weakness of her own lust, momentarily giving into the passion that was her new form. She hated it with every fiber of her being, but it was so good to be used; so pleasurable to have her fetishistic tits mashed against the strong chest of a man as he ravished her.
Trapped within this plastic body, Serena squeaked and creaked, the sounds akin to her own hateful, lusty moans. His dick had become her world, and she detested him for it; yet needed more. His thrusting sped faster and faster, and all thought vanished from her mind, lost to the vortex of carnal delight.
Finally, with a loud grunt, Kale hilted himself within her; coming hard. His hot seed spilled within her latex canal, giving her cold body a sinful warmth that was both comfort to her lovedoll body and anathema to her angelic brain.
“Fucking best I ever had.” Kale grunted, collapsing atop her and wrapping his arms tightly around her soft form. “It’ll almost be a pity to put you up to public use… Though so very, very worth it to know how much your little saintly mind will suffer.”
Serena could only silently hurl insults and condemnation at him in response, redoubling her prayers for freedom. They were prayers that would become the only constant in her life, and prayer that would never be answered.