Hibiki wandered through the cinders of yet another battlefield, his clothes stained wet by the pouring rain as it beat down upon the bloodied land, like the gods above were crying out at the loss of so much life.

All for honour and renown? Hibiki shook his head as he moved on from the corpses of the footsoldiers strewn everywhere in the mud. Knowing they’d probably been told by some lord that they’d be rewarded handsomely for fighting to defend their land when in actuality, they’d been drafted into some nameless fools cannon fodder fighting force in the hopes of earning some measure of power that wouldn’t matter in the long run.

What was the point of claiming land when the resulting bloodshed and warfare would render the soil sterile and polluted?

And that didn’t leave out the fact that the land would be deeply scarred with the avarice of men, the negative energies of those who died remaining in the earth, calling forth twisted spirits from another realm. Known to the average person as Yokai, spirits that ranged from benevolent to mischievous to outright malignant.

It was no mere coincidence a young man such as Hibiki wandered a dreary place like this, the lightly dressed man holding onto nothing bulky besides a sling where a wooden rod hung securely, the suzu bells dangling from its tip jingling with each step. He was on a mission.

Hibiki was just one of a group of blessed men and women given the task of culling the increasing presence of Yokai across Japan, travelling the land and attending to cases of the supernatural wherever they occurred, usually near or on the site of a previous battle between the warring states. A dangerous profession from which few lived to tell the tale.

Hibiki was one of the luckier ones, walking into multiple life and death scenarios and coming out unscathed or rarely, beaten half to death by exceptionally strong Yokai. He’d considered it a blessing to be alive after this long in the field.

But where he was going, Hibiki had a feeling it would be more along the veins of a perilous encounter, eyeing the abandoned temple atop the forested hill that bordered the burning plains he strode through, sensing something malign deep within. He’d felt this chill before; the presence of a Yokai.

Steeling himself with one last prayer to the kami, Hibiki stepped into the forest path leading up to his target’s domain.

Not realizing that this would be the last anyone would see of him again as he vanished deep into the woods...

–

Eyeing the overgrown structure as he stood in the open, Hibiki knew from the villagers nearby that this Yokai had taken the form of a human man. He hadn’t done anything to harm them but the villagers were afraid of the superhuman entity, witnessing how he’d decimated a raiding party of vagrants and trained soldiers in the nearby fields the day before the battle had begun.

Hibiki wasn’t doing this for the villagers sake of course, most of them having fled their home as the two armies clashed. He knew deep down that leaving this threat unchecked would only lead to more lives lost as the danger grew. Who could say this Yokai wouldn’t find its new strength tempting enough to lash out at humanity?

Walking into the main hall of the temple, Hibiki was surprised to see how well kept the interior was in comparison to the run down exterior, the tatami in pristine condition, the sliding doors intact and operable, torches lighting up the interior and bathing him in warmth and easing his bones from the chilling frost accumulated after hours spent walking through the endless downpour.

“Is there anything I can do for you, human?”

Caught off guard, Hibiki spins round, face to face with a burly young man, dressed in simple plain clothes as he swung an axe fast and swift, slicing up logs into a neat pile as he kicked fresh stumps onto the chopping block as fast as he bisected the previous one, his eyes trained on the priest as he continued to swing without pause.

Hibiki stood still, eyes locked with the Yokai as his hand moved to grip the wooden handle of the suzu bells by his side. He had no reason to respond to his words. After all, it was better to get things over with than give his enemy a chance to counter.

“Don’t bother, the kami and their divine powers won’t be able to reach you here.”

Unfazed, Hibiki raises the stick clenched in his hands straight at the inhuman man, before gravity takes over, the sudden weight of the lengthy blade of a katana pulling him downwards and throwing him off balance as he drops the now leather wrapped hilt of the weapon as the Yokai throws his axe into the stump, chopping apart the last log as he approaches the priest, eyeing the weapon on the ground and aiming a swift kick over the blade that send it flying upwards, catching the hilt mid air as the blade lies squarely against Hibiki’s neck, the man too stunned to respond.

In his short time as a priest, he’d never seen anything like the inhuman being before him; these weren’t simple illusions that faded with a touch, this was the real thing, from the razor sharp point of the katana drawing blood as it dug into his neck to the believable weight of the man as each step he took forced a creak from the floorboard beneath his bare feet.

Either that, or this was all an incredibly well done illusory realm, the man before him nothing more than a weak imp.

“This is no parlor trick, human, I can assure you of that. Comparing me to the rest of my low born ilk, that’s another offense…”

“What the-”

Before he could even recoil in surprise as he had his mind read, Hibiki felt his world flip upside down as the katana was forcefully shoved into the flesh of his neck, yelling out in pain as he flew backwards onto the tatami floor, hands rising up to cover up the non-existent gaping cut as his hands met the warm touch of a thick leather collar, the feel and make of it being unfamiliar to Hibiki as he tried to pry it off of him, wanting to get at the searing pain the blade had left in his neck, gazing back at his attacker…with the weapon nowhere in sight.

“That collar is of a special kind, a gift you could say, from my mentor. You belong to me now.”

Putting emphasis on those last words, Hibiki felt the resistance in his limbs fade as he slumped onto the mat, kneeling before the Yokai as he spat in defiance, still free to move his face freely and using the chance to vocalize his anger.

“Kill you? Now why would I do that? It’s hard to get some good practice out here. After all, you humans are quite adept at wiping each other out in the hundreds…”

There it was again, the open mockery of the obvious power gap between them as he read his mind, responding before he even spoke the words. Hibiki had underestimated this foe big time, and now he was going to pay the price.

But the word stuck in his mind. What did he mean by ‘practice’?

As the thought ran in Hibiki’s head as he continued to glower in place, the Yokai snickered as he stopped pacing around his captured prey, stopping in front of the priest as he raised a clenched fist in the air, tugging on magical binds as Hibiki felt himself pulled forward gently.

“Words will never be as good as a live demonstration…”

Before he can protest, Hibiki felt his body burn up, instinct struggling to clutch at the searing collar around his neck as he remained frozen in place, only able to contort his face into variations of desperation, fear and pain as he felt his entire body morphing and shifting, his clothes subtly sliding across his malforming body as the fabric began to unweave itself, strands sliding across his slimming form into new shapes to better fit the strange body that Hibiki could no longer call his own.

Barely able to hear the Yokai whistle in amazement, Hibiki was more focused on the searing pain racking his body as he felt bones snap and reshape themselves, flesh and muscle burning up as his once bulky frame now felt smaller all over; the gap between his thighs, the rounder shoulders, pinched in waistline, a fleshier chest that jiggled as his spine snapped inwards. Hibiki felt as if he was going through a thousand training regimens at once, his sweat slick body crying out for rest as he trembled in place, realizing his mouth had also been sealed shut, unable to yell out in pain as his tormentor watched on, his hand still raised and clenched, a slightly visible aura of golden light shining from within.

Hibiki’s wider eye’s opened in alarm as he felt the member between his legs begin to move, twisting like a snake as it regressed in size and shape, the steadily increasing feeling of it rubbing against a brand new, fleshy and wet interior forcing beads of sweat to run down his forehead and onto the sizeable rack that strained against the thin, revealing piece of cloth that hugged his curvier torso, an unheard cry of fear leaving trembling, perkier lips as he felt soft locks of hair tickle his cheeks when he was supposed to be bald only a few seconds ago.

At this point, not even the Yokai’s magic could silence the changed man as an unrestrained moan escaped Hibiki, a look of shame, fear and disgust spreading over his new delicate features as he shivered in place, his body entering the final stages of its transformation as the overwhelming pain washed over with teasing bursts of pleasure all over his sensitive body, the softer clothes stimulating him as the last remnants of his testicles slurped up into the gash that had grown in place of Hibiki’s former manhood, a sputter of transparent fluids from the tiny nub twitching atop new pair of lips marking Hibiki’s transition to womanhood as her body demanded rest, twitching madly in place as the magic binding her to the Yokai forced her to keep kneeling in an uncomfortable position, slender arms trembling as they were stuck mid air reaching for the tight leather collar, thick thighs slick with sweat and juices that poured out from her new reproductive organs and a large succulent rear that jerked and twitched with each thrust from her hips.

The only reason Hibiki was finding it all uncomfortable was because of how good it was all starting to feel, panting like a dog in heat as the alien sensation of the female form flooded every corner of her body, hazy eyes struggled to keep focus as her furious glare had been reduced to a poor attempt at trying to look angry, puffy cheeks flushed red as long eyelashes fluttered uncontrollably in her attempts to resist her own facial muscles forcing her frown into an obscene look of wanton lust, her gaze now locked on the bulge that threatened to tear straight out of his hakama as sweat continued to pour from her, pooling around her kneeling form as she felt herself burn up even further.

Released from the magical binding, Hibiki slumped fully onto her knees as she felt her soft fear slap into her legs, a string of some sort riding up between her plump cheeks and further inducing another electrifying pang of pleasure through her as it teased her pussy, feeling another spray of sticky, transparent juices coat her legs. But it seemed as if not all of her body was mobile yet, her dainty fingers struggling to break free and attend to her aching body as they remained stuck reaching for her neck.

Within less than five minutes, Hibiki had been turned into a soaking wet woman with a body that wouldn’t see her breaking free anytime soon. Unlike her previous self trained in the ways of martial arts and channeling spiritual energy from the kami, Hibiki despaired as her eyes travelled over her changed body; from the voluptuous D-cups on her chest to the frail arms clad in soft, spotless skin that showed no signs of ever being in a fight. Her body was simply that of an ordinary human, the talent to channel energy throughout was lacking as she tried but failed to will herself to battle, the fire that would bloom inside her chest never arriving.

Instead all Hibiki felt was an overpowering hunger, a desire to fill herself as she unknowingly stared at the bulging penis sticking up a few inches away from her, being able to smell its musky demonic scent from where she knelt. Something he had noticed as he sneered down from his height at the former man.

Seemingly proud of his work, the Yokai knelt down in front of the newborn woman, running a calloused hand gently over her soft, silky head of sakura pink hair as she remained there, helpless to resist as a smile crossed the Yokai’s face, almost unable to believe this brilliant specimen of a human female; a weak, helpless flower, had been the bald, sun baked religious fool that had entered his domain, staring into her pink, watery pupils as he delighted in the way she seemed to want to recoil in disgust and anger. But those eyes, they stared at him as if…

As if she was just begging to be used…

Feeling the itch to practice more of the spells his master had thought him, the Yokai’s hands swiftly travel from Hibiki’s head to cupping her tiny chin and soft cheeks in his hand, fingers caressing her heavenly skin as he took glee in watching her indecisive gaze melt in his grip.

“How are you liking your new body slave?”

With all resistance broken, Hibiki felt her answer leave her lips in unrestrained truth as the evil entity’s voice resonated in her ears, compelling her to speak.

“I love it Master…This body feels better than my icky old one!”

She felt tears sting her eyes as she heard the words, before the man that did this to her placed a large finger over her lips, forcing more tears to flow out as she couldn’t believe the feelings of affection and lust that spiked amidst the fear and pain of losing her former body.

Fortunately for Hibiki though, her pain wouldn’t persist for much longer, even if the cure wasn’t at all what she would want.

“There’s nothing to be sad about now is there, sla-no…dear?”

Hearing those words, Hibiki immediately felt the immense despair and sadness eating away at her vanish entirely, energy returning to her weary eyes as the seemingly kinder looking man before her wiped away her tears, leaving her stunned as her mind raced with a flurry of thoughts that told her that this was the enemy, the thing that had robbed her of her appearance and abilities. But despite that fact, no anger came rushing in where it previously roiled with sadness and fear.

Not even noticing the mind-reading glint in the Yokai’s eyes and the faint golden glow in his palms as she felt her neck tingle, Hibiki couldn’t help but stare into his crimson eyes as her own dulled over, her entire being turning into putty, ready for her master to reshape however he saw fit as memories of growing up in a village with his childhood sweetheart distorted into a foggy life of abusive parents and running barefoot through muddy ground before a kind stranger had picked her up…

The changes picked up steam from there; soon forgetting a youth helping his family and eventually moving out to start out on his own as another life of living on the road with this knd stranger protecting her and keeping her well fed ingrained themselves into Hibiki’s head, a pleasant smile spreading on her doll like face as she remembered how, when she came of age, she’d tried to make herself look good for her daddy though he never liked it when she called him that.

Until one night when she tried to pull off a similar stunt she’d seen a prostitute do when she was out to use the toilet during a stay at an inn. Her father figure desperately trying to rebuke her attempts at sex until she’d told him she knew she was adopted. No longer the empty husk she was back then, it didn’t take two and two to figure out Hiruko wasn’t his biological daughter.

Snapping out of her reverie right as things were about to get steamy as she felt a rough tug on her neck, Hiruko stared lovingly into her husband’s eyes, feeling the hot burn of his toy around her slender neck as she dove in for a kiss, her soft tongue wrapped by Kujo’s own as he greedily kneaded a pillowy breast with a free arm, his strong grip going through her thin clothes as she suppressed the urge to orgasm with just one grab.

“Babe, you’ll crumple the-hng!-clothes~”

Staring at her with a look that bordered curiosity and amusement, the man brushed aside a lock of pink hair as he gazed into her, that look he always used to give her when they were still playing father-and-daughter always did turn her on once she had grown old enough to realize what her body wanted.

“Feeling better?”

Hiruko giggled as she peeled away, wondering what they were going to do next right after their vigorous rough role play session, still feeling that burning need within her loins as she pushed her man over with a small hand against his toughened chest. The lusty woman straddling her lover as she felt his cock pulse to attention between her legs, her lower mouth drooling over the waiting rod beneath her as she parted her clothes, letting her tits fall freely once more as she slid the lower half off her shapely legs.

“Never felt better!”

–

A few weeks would pass by since Hibiki had made the mistake of travelling up the hill to the lair of the unexpectedly powerful Yokai, losing in an instant to the powerful being that had mastered the physical arts and begun taking up studies into magic, with no one left but the priest to test his skills on.

Reduced to a shadow of her former self, Hiruko, now husband to the Yokai she had travelled there to defeat, would never remember her past as she spent each day subject to her loving man’s weird fetishes and never ending new magical spells that never failed to satisfy them both; from a weird object that could be summoned instantly within her soft innards that constantly throbbed and pulsed with vibrations that stimulated her to a magic cloud that, once inhaled, could induce multiple orgasms in the lusty Hiruko.

And being the tease he was, the Yokai had often left his poor wife begging for relief as she struggled to follow him around wherever he went, constantly trying to get him in the mood as she used her body like an advertisement from lifting her skirt to expose her throbbing vagina to acting like a lovestruck bimbo , wanting nothing more than for him to rip her clothes off and relieve her of that throbbing need for cock to fill her piping hot innards with a healthy serving of man batter.

Not like Hiruko was complaining. For all she knew, this was the best thing in life she could ever hope for…

THE END