From within the well kept interior of a sizeable manor, banging and thuds could be heard emanating from the front door as the sturdy maple doors shook on their hinges, an outside force kicking and bashing as splinters begin to fly from the sizeable gash in the exquisitely made door as it gave way to the violence, with one final kick finally sending the loose end flying off to the side, crashing noisily to the marble floor in the wee hours of the morning as the rising sun illuminated the figures of three individuals; two men and one woman, all dressed in formal business attire with crucifixes hanging by their necks, their faces making it clear that they weren’t here for a friendly chat.

On the left stood a lean young man with a bald head with his squared shoulders giving him a blockish frame as he stood next to the bear-like hulk that had beaten down the door, his bulging muscles threatening to rip his expensive suit as he returned to his full height, towering over his companions as the last member; a young woman with a boyish face and haircut brushed away the dust and dirt that had been kicked up by her leader’s brutal treatment of the door.

It had been decades since the Church had seen the need to deploy their most devout of worshippers to take care of major threats against humanity with the passing of the Dark Ages where demonic entities and spirits from the other plane of existence roamed the earth. Nowadays it was mostly just simple exorcisms and blessing rituals and processions.

Which made it a surprise when the relic they had in place to ensure that a certain entity remained in slumber had stopped functioning a few months ago, a local team from the nearby church being sent to the derelict mansion that stood unnoticed on the edge of town finding it empty and devoid of the cold aura that usually surrounded it thanks to the entity their forefathers had sealed away here, it’s container nowhere to be found.

And now after months of intensive searching and questioning, they had managed to track down the new vessel in a neighboring town after reports had started to come in wherever the church had influence in about an ‘evil entity’ that had begun to spread its influence. A pagan cult of sorts emerged centered around a ‘mistress of the night’ that would grant it’s all-female following eternal joy and familial warmth just by pledging their loyalty.

A matching description to what their ancestors had written in the ancient scripts that warned of the return of the Night Mother and her endless lineage if nothing had been done to prevent her revival.

Something the modern age of the Church had clearly failed to adhere to.

With polished shoes moving silently and swiftly over the smooth marbled floor, the agents began their search of the place, knowing they’d found their mark when that familiar chill settled over their skin, the same supernatural cold they had felt on their last visit to that abandoned house months ago, a week before they’d received news of the Night Mother’s return so soon after their latest check on her prison.

“Henson, Mina, you two head upstairs, I'll check the kitchen.”

The leader of the bunch, a tall muscular man with a short blonde crew cut, barked orders to his companions as they set off the large spiral staircase that connected the second floor with the first. Glancing around warily for anyone or anything that could be lying in wait. Despite the silence that hung in the air, the lack of dust and still burning candles meant that somebody had been around to tend to the place, but with their frustrating lack of knowledge on what the demon they were hunting was truly capable of, they had to be careful.

From what they gleaned from the aged and yellowed pages of the only scroll they had regarding the Night Mother; unless you fell for her wicked contracts, you could resist her simply by trusting in your faith to the Lord above.

Clenching their crucifixes, Henson and Mina made their way upstairs to begin their search, leaving their leader alone with confidence in his abilities. After all, he was the only one out of the bunch to have had actual experience against manifested demonic entities and spirits. If anyone was better off alone, it would’ve been Gerald.

–

“Is it really here? I feel that sensation but…maybe there’s a hidden room somewhere?”

“That can’t be possible Hen, we’ve reviewed the floor plan from the contractors that built the place and from what we’ve seen, there’s no sign of any tampering…this is the last room up here, if we can’t find anything let’s check back with the boss.”

A good 30 minutes or so had passed since the duo had begun their search of the rather plain second floor, moving through empty bedroom after empty bedroom that differed from the last, as if catering to different individuals that all lived under the same roof.

Entering the last room at the end of the left corridor, the pair step through a relatively wide interior space evidently meant for baths and relaxation purposes, noticing the various stools and shower heads that lined the walls, the chill being especially strong here as they began their search for the gothic full body mirror that had been included in the texts as the container the old Church had imprisoned the Night Mother in as they sapped away her power.

But like the other rooms, they saw no such thing.

“Think this really is it Mina, let’s head on-”

“Hen! Behind you!”

Her warning had come too late however, by the time Mina had noticed the long pale arms that stretched out from the mirror closest to her companion, it’s gloved hands had found purchase around the panicking man’s face and arms as they pulled the struggling man, forcing him onto his rear as they dragged him towards the glassy surface they had emerged from, the glass rippling like a disturbed body of water as the arms withdrew with their prize in tow towards the bright purple glow emanating from somewhere within.

“Goddamnit No!”

By the time Mina had sprung out of her initial fear, she had only managed to grip the hem of Henson’s pants that had simply been cut off in a clean line as the mirror resumed it’s natural reflective properties with the purple glow vanishing, leaving Mina staring at her own wide eyed reflection in distress as she quickly backed off to the center of the baths, glancing all around her at the various mirrors, afraid of those arms returning once more out of any one of them.

That was why the chill had been so cold here, just looking down one side of the bath she could count at least 10 separate stations, over 20 mirrors in one room, each one of them a vessel for the demon that had outsmarted them.

And now they were down 1 member as Mina prayed for the safety of her companion, or at the very least, a swift end for the poor man as she clutched a shaky hand over the crucifix still hanging from her chest pocket.

–

Awakening to the vibrations of a rumbling train, Henson stumbled as he gazed around in a panic, his eyes stung by the morning sun that had already risen high in the sky, its yellow glow tinted blue by the sky.

He shivered in place as his eyes darted from passenger to passenger, remembering the chilly hands that had grabbed him as they dragged him towards what he had thought to be certain doom, his vision blacking out in an instant as he felt his head pass through the eerie surface of the mirror.

And now here he was, alive and unharmed in the subway as the train ducked back inside a tunnel, the interiors illuminated only by the fluorescent white lights above.

But as the yellow glow of the sun faded, Henson could still see traces of gold dangling in front of his vision, as he raised a dainty manicured hand to brush aside the silky locks of hair behind his ears, fingers brushing against the cold metallic piercing in his earlobe.

“Wait, w-what the fuck is this?!”

Shrieking in a loud, high pitched voice he couldn’t believe escaped his lips, Henson’s gaze goes from his new slender arms down to the pert set of breasts covered by a swimming bra beneath a very revealing transparent top that had replaced his previous attire, his muscles and tattoos nowhere to be seen over the supple flesh and hairless creamy skin that he now owned.

Whimpering as Henson hesitantly looks further down, his, or rather her fears are affirmed as a trembling hand brushes down over the soft, smooth bulge clearly visible from the tight shredded shorts that clung to her hips, wincing at the throb of her sensitive lips beneath as she groped for the member that no longer existed between long curvy legs that ended in petite feet adorned in cowboy boots.

But what caught Henson’s attention the most wasn’t her new body, rather, the revealing clothes that adorned it; From her transparent top that served to tease rather than conceal to her popped hot jeans that was purposely a size or two smaller so her front could remain open for easy access to the juicy goods beneath as accessories and piercings adorned her body. Not even her crucifix had been spared as she stared at the gaudy ring that hung from a pure gold necklace.

She looked like some cheap slut you could find lurking the alleyways looking for someone to screw.

That was when Henson noticed the stares of the people in the carriage as they seemed to finally take notice of her presence. Men stared at her with gazes of awkwardness as the younger more modest fellows tried to hide their arousal in discomfort while the older ones stared at her with hungry eyes, stripping her naked in their minds as she cowered in shame and fear, slender arms hugging her body tight as she shuffled to get away.

“Seriously, young’uns these days dressing like hookers in a bar…doesn’t she have any shame?”

“Don’t look dear! Stupid slut…”

“Hey bitch, how much for one round?”

Backing away, Henson tried her best to defend herself as she began to feel tears at the corner of her eyes, seemingly unaware that her mind had begun to change to match her new body as the mental stability she had honed after years of training at the Church began to crack and fall apart as the insults, glares of disgust and lustful eyes ate away at her.

As well as the long forgotten pangs of her new body heating up in certain places as the insults lingered in her mind.

"N-No! I'm not a s-slut! Please, you have to believe me!"

Before Henson could carry on any further, she felt large arms grab ahold of her comparatively diminutive limbs as she felt her lean back bump into the taller frame of a man she would've stood taller against if she still had her old body.

“L-Let m-me g-g-go-”

Henson fell silent as the men’s laughter drowned her protests out, shivering in fear as the two men that had backed her up into a huddled group snickered at her weak attempt at begging. She herself unable to believe she couldn’t even find the urge to talk back as she let herself be grabbed by the two men as their free arms began to roam her voluptuous body, caressing her soft breasts and toned belly as she twitched and moaned in their grip, losing herself in the strong waves of ecstasy crashing against her mind as each touch, squeeze and graze against her sensitive body made it harder and harder to even remember what she was so ashamed about.

But as a particularly greedy hand tore off her top, Henson’s mind seemed to snap back into focus as she felt a third party slip off her boots without her notice, leaving her bare footed as she stumbled further into the man’s grip.

“G-Get the fuck off me! You f-freaks! I’m a man-Hng?!”

With a sudden twist of her nipples by the hand that had wormed its way under her bikini top, Henson threw her head back in shock as an extra potent shock ran through her spine, silencing her yells as her protests devolved into a rabid moan of lust as she giggled in lust, dull blue eyes rolled up into the back of her head as her lolling tongue stuck out of her waiting mouth as her man received her invitation, sloppily kissing Henson as her mind reeled in disgust and joy as she soon fell happily into the new life she had been thrown into, her arching back struggling to maintain her posture before a third arm started to molest her calves and thighs, maintaining her stability as she continued to enjoy her sloppy kiss, drawing more participants as others fled the cabin, leaving the horny slut to her fate as the sight of another man freeing her aching cunt from her tight pants faded as more people crowded around, lustful moans and the wet sound of sex emanating from the middle as Henson ceased to be…

Watching the newborn whore get screwed from all sides in the comfort of her realm, the Night Mother smirked as she sat on a crimson couch, sipping on a small cup of rosemary as she took delight in the fate of one of those pesky religious ants that had finally made their move. She had been expecting more but it seemed this generation was severely lacking in knowledge of the arcane. The only thing of note on their persons being the blessed crucifixes, but of course, she was no demonic being, simply the last of her race that was as human as could be.

Though she supposed the agent’s fate was a blessing of sorts, no longer having the mind to even remember her old life as some boring guy and trapped in a never ending loop of debauchery as the curse afflicting her made men feel the overwhelming desire to make their own with only the most resilient being able to see sense. She’d even given her a more fulfilling life as a sex crazed whore, blissfully indulging herself all the way into the wee hours of the evening as she made a beeline back to the red light district she now called home.

She was done playing nice when it came to these superstitious dolts. That had been her mistake that saw her family wiped out in an instant as her home was razed to the ground by the fearful humans who lashed out at anything that didn’t fit their world order. She was ready this time, sending her daughters off for a well earned vacation leaving her alone in the expensive manor her firstborn in this new time had built for her. Even if these Church underlings had no idea they were completely outmatched against her renewed strength, she had no tolerance left for them after the grief their predecessors had caused her.

Consider it comeuppance for their sins.

But the girl though…Mina? The Night Mother tapped at her skull as she pondered her fate, sensing great potential within her despite her allegiance to the enemy.

No matter, she would have to make her choice when she came to deal with her.

For now there was the irksome bear poking around her kitchen to deal with…

–

“What the hell? Mina!”

Stopping mid search, Gerald sped for the archway separating the kitchen from the lobby as he heard the yells of his terrified companion from somewhere upstairs, wasting no time as he sped off to the kitchen exit.

Unable to sense the magical trap that had manifested once the trio were well enough apart, the musclehead, too focused on the safety of his companions had run straight into it, the invisible webbing wrapping tight around the bulky frame of the man as time seemed to freeze, trapping him mid run, his mind put to a halt as the various reflective bits of decorative glass embedded in every surface began to give form to more of the pale arms, extensions of the Night Mother her brilliant daughter had thought of when planning the house as she assured her mother that destroying her container would be worth it in the long run, providing the confused construction workers with the fine powder she had told them to infuse in every piece of glass in the house.

She was glad to see she had been right to trust in her and her fears wrongly placed, she made a mental note to treat Elaine when she came back from her honeymoon.

Rising all around the frozen form of the brute, the arms began their work as they stripped his suit off with ease, glowing with a purple aura as a less potent version of her transmogrification magic coated the slender limbs as they groped and pulled at Gerald’s body, massaging his muscles into supple flesh and fat as they pulled at his arms, extending the rapidly slimming limbs just a bit more as a pair squeezed hard around his pectorals, blossoming forth a jiggling pair of milk filled E-cup breasts, pinching the coarse brown nubs at their tips into fat pink nipples that looked about ready to leak as the other arms continued their work down Gerald’s unrecognizable body, patting gently at his six pack until it was nothing more than a tubby layer of fat that adorned the rolling waves of toned flesh atop a youthful belly as a careful arm gently grabs hold of his horse sized member, before shoving the thing back into his body in one fell swoop, eliciting a soft groan from Gerald as the arm between his now fattened legs fiddles with the flat groin, probing a new slit into existence as it’s fingers work their way up into the hot new organ that had appeared beneath his belly, flanked by the two new ovaries that would be in charge of providing an egg for the lucky man to inseminate.

Moving away from their sculpture, one final arm closed in on the still frowning face of Gerald that was the only thing left of his old self, gently grabbing ahold of the bearded face as it began to clench and relax, repeating this loop as the skin and hair around its grip began to grow less coarse and stiff, matching the rest of Gerald’s new form as his, or rather her, short crew cut of blonde began to fall down around her curvy body in long locks of maroon, framing the gentle face forming beneath as the blocky nose became a cute button, stern eyes widening and rounding out into seductive half closed almonds as cracked lips filled out into kissable rosy cushions, the freckled cheeks pumping out into pinchable masses with a natural blush over them.

Within seconds, Gerald had gone from looking like a world class bodybuilder to what every woman would dream of looking like in their later years; a curvaceous form that still looked amazing despite her enormous breasts sagging with age, the hairy bush between her thick thighs hiding her plump vulva trimmed neatly into a strip and her captivating looks barely showing any signs of age.

Retreating back into their domain, the new woman was left with one final arm to send her off, despite being frozen in time, Gerald more or less knew what was happening the whole time, letting out soft grunts of anger that had turned into startled cut-short cries of pleasure in a higher alto as an arm pinched his neck, dissolving the adam’s apple beneath and turning the thick trunk into a slender neckline that just begged to be caressed and licked.

Impressive mental fortitude, what a pity to do away with it…

With those closing thoughts booming in Gerald’s head, the last arm grabbed ahold of her head, pulsing with magic as she felt her mind become scrambled, an incessant metallic ringing soon being the only thing she could really focus on as her mind was rewritten. Combat training and scripture fading away for a normal life as a girl in Japan, growing up and living the life of a regular girl, graduating college and finding the childhood friend she thought she’d lost contact with and settling down with him.

Even the name Gerald had begun to sound less and less likeable, soon gravitating towards the moniker of Aisha Minamoto to identify herself by. After all, it was the name she’d been given by her parents.

As generic as it could get down to the letter. But it was the new life the Night Mother had found fitting for this muscle headed brute as her arm let go of the new woman’s head, her naked body soon dressed in raunchy attire ill fitting of a man of religion…not like she even was a man anymore, much less one that believed in religion as her crucifix returned to her as nothing more than a heart shaped pendant that sat atop her hefty tits, a tight fitting piece of sexy nightwear slinging itself around her child birthing hips and digging into her experienced vagina as a loose, undone white top formed over her torso, no pants to cover up the long sexy legs her hubby loved to see.

With an audible snap, Aisha blinked as she stopped mid sprint, looking around the lovely 2 floor bungalow she called home as the television ran silently in the background, the world football cup on display as she turned her attention back towards the soft bubbling noises behind her, rushing in panic once she saw the pots and pans bubbling as their contents began to overheat, her assets jiggling freely as she ran to turn off the stove.

“Dear me that was close…almost ruined-kyahn! Dear! That’s dangerous y’know~”

Moaning out sensually as she playfully teased her husband that had secretly snuck up behind her to grab a handful of her squeezable breasts, Aisha blushed as she put the turner in her hands down gently before rubbing her plump rear up against the rock hard cock nudging into her ass as she licked her lips in anticipation. It was still early in the morning so she guessed she could let her husband indulge himself while their baby boy slept.

It had been awhile since they had sex like this anyway and she was positively aching for his meaty rod to fill her again as his seasoned hands and expert fingers probed and flicked away at her puffy nipples.

–

“B-Boss! Big trouble, we’ve found the d-demon, it got Hen…son…boss? W-Where are you?”

Rushing downstairs once she’d gotten her composure back, Mina had stopped her panicked run as she entered the now empty kitchen, the large man that had been here earlier nowhere in sight, the manor now back to it’s eerie silence as she began to retreat towards the broken door, finding it mysteriously repaired as she bumped into the cold wood, bouncing back in fear with an ‘eep!’.

Going somewhere my dear? And after breaking in no less, naughty naughty~

Mina spun in fear as she quivered in place, darting eyes looking for the owner of the voice as she tried to think of what to do. But with her companions gone and being by herself in the domain of a demon the Church had dealt with a millenia ago, she fell to her knees as she huddled in place, her mind overwhelmed at the mess she had gotten herself into.

Before she ducked her head down into her knees as she felt the cold grip of something against her shoulder, screaming out dramatically as she began to bawl, the former cool headed woman of the Church nowhere in sight as she begged for her life, not looking at the tall gothic dressed pale woman as her large pearly eyes stared at the last member of the Church in surprise.

My oh my, you Church fellows really have deteriorated in quality over the many years of my absence! Come now dear, it’s alright~

Sniffling, Mina raises her head hesitantly to gaze up into the midnight black eyes of the Night Mother as she smiles at her, willing herself not to look away in fright as she stammered out a plea.

“D-d-don’t k-kill me…p-please! I-I-I’m sawwy~”

Kill? Oh no dear, I will do no such thing, unlike your associates, I am no bloodthirsty being! I’m afraid the whole ‘demon’ thing is a terrible misconception on the part of your kind…unless you insist on being my enemy?

“I-I’m not! But…I-If you don’t kill…then what happened to Henson? A-and the boss?”

Giggling, the Night Mother stands back up as she snaps her finger’s, conjuring up a purple mass of fragmented glass shards that display the images of two women; one dressed up like a whore in the middle of a hardcore gangbang while the other was of a middle aged woman that still looked to be in her prime, lying on the floor of a kitchen as a man, presumably her husband, finished up inside of her as she leaned in for a sloppy kiss, before the pair rose to their feet and vanished from the view of the magic camera as the shards faded out of existence, sparing Mina the terrible view as she grit her teeth as she watched the man she started to take an interest in get fucked silly with a disgusting look on her face and her mentor reduced to a dumb housewife.

She suddenly found her shameful outburst earlier disgusting as she regained a moment of clarity after seeing the terrible fates that had befallen the man who she treated like a brother and the father figure who had taken care of her when she'd been adopted by the Church.

All because of this doomed mission.

Your companions are enjoying their wonderful new lives quite nicely! And as you can see, no harm has come to them, though i think you’d be better off cutting contact with them, I doubt they even remember you much less their former-

“You goddamn demon! You bitch!”

Breaking into a ramble, Mina threw her arms against the tall woman, barely making any visible dent in her dress as her fists seem to fly though liquid darkness and the soft layers of crow feathers that composed the Night Mother’s attire, her surprised look slowly turning stern as Mina hurled insult after insult at her, seemingly consumed in her fit of rage.

She didn't care what happened at this point, she didn't even care if this demon had her turned into a cockroach. All the better so she could forget everything.

I am warning you-

“You goddamn, wretched demon!”

Without another word, the Night Mother’s wings unfurl from her rear, her midnight black eyes burning with anger as that word rang in her ears again and again, a large amount of her dark sludge exploding out of the wings wrapped around the still screaming woman as her voice eventually faded from under all the sludge as she began to transform and shift in the new dark egg that encased her body.

Throughout the process, the Night Mother stood in silent rage as her head boiled over with that label, the label that had kicked off her initial great loss as the panicked mobs and less informed Church warriors had slain her daughters one by one before draining her to the point of death before imprisoning her, beginning her thousand year struggle to exist in that empty void.

A fate she and her deceased family did not deserve, and one she had no intention of letting repeat as she reaffirmed her motives, quelling the dark anger within her as she sighed in exhaustion, wishing she’d just turned this pesky girl into some random bitch on the street and moved on with her day.

“Ma! I’m ho-Shit, they didn’t do anything to you did they Ma?”

Not noticing the door open as the familiar visage of Elaine rushed towards her, the Night Mother had realized she was still bowed over, sheathing her wings as the black egg before her melted away along with the excess overflow she had unleashed in her rage to reveal the standing form of a young girl wearing in an elegant black dress with dark purple highlights here and there. She gazed silently into the distance as drool dripped down her lips.

I’m fine my girl…just…had a little tantrum is all. More importantly, why are you back so early? And without the promising young man you’ve chosen to be with?

Chuckling, Elaine simply hugged her, pulling back with a warm smile on that lovely face of hers, she’d grown so strong since the time they’d first met all those months ago when she was just an abandoned little orphan boy, both on the verge of death, having saved each other that stormy night.

“Heh, you know I care too much about you to be away for too long Ma, and Jack’s right outside in the car, I was planning to surprise him since y’know, you’re probably too much for him to handle if we just walked in her without explaining…so, i'm guessing this is that Church bad guy you spoke of?”

Gesturing to the unresponsive little girl, the Night Mother nodded as she rose back to her feet slowly, snapping her fingers to conjure up the same raunchy image from earlier as Elaine licked her lips at the sight of the two women enjoying their new lives.

“Hehe nice one Ma, you’re looking pretty drained there, they weren’t too much of a hassle to deal with were they?”

Shaking her head, the Night Mother simply began to sink into the floor in a pool of darkness as she smiled warmly to assure her daughter of her safety.

No dear, just feeling a bit more tuckered out than usual is all. Dealing with these clowns of the modern Church was as easy as baking pie! Though, could you do me a favor and show Milelith here the ropes? Manners ought to fix this rowdy girl. I'll see you later alright?

Leaving Elaine alone in the hall with the young girl that was beginning to stir, Elaine knelt down as she rubbed her head gently, getting her attention as she stared adorably at her with wide eyes.

Ma must’ve been pissed if she did this to a potential family member, she’s so cooked she’s back to being a little girl! Ah well, time to be big sis Laine again…

“Hey there lil sis, how about we go wash up and grab some lunch? Sound good?”

–

And so the Church had lost 3 of their strongest that day, fearful and in doubt of sending more people as they left the Night Mother alone, fearing the repercussions of sending even more innocents to their end.

It was a long new life for the Night Mother and her family, enjoying an era of peace that their loving parent had no intention of seeing disrupted as the occasional agent either got tossed away as a ‘productive member of society’ or in rare cases, joined the fold.

After all, the Night Mother welcomed one and all into her loving family, regardless of background.

THE END