As Ellie and Becky fretted over each other, they lost attention on Joy. Not that she’d done much but stare out the window and try not to touch herself.
“I’ll be…right back,” she sighed, crossing the room toward her bedroom. “Need…to…use the John.” If the other two heard her, she was surprised to find she didn’t care, even as she locked her bedroom door and pulled a bureau in front of it with strength she didn’t know she had.
Joy stumbled into the adjoining bathroom, specifically to the full-length mirror within. The sight that greeted her spoke volumes of what was to come.
The underside of Joy’s forearms and the backs of her calves sported long, fringe-like strands of black fur. Her nails were a similar black, as were her thickening nipples. Her crotch was already buried in a tangle of black musky pubic fur, callously spreading down her thighs. Her hair was onyx once more, though now the same dull, murky black as her fur. Tiny lumps at her forehead told the tale of where she would grow horns. The rabbit features she had were rapidly receding, though becoming goatish instead of human.
Joy watched herself in the mirror, looked on helplessly as she cupped her swelling breasts and stroked her coarse crotch fur and lost her humanity.
Then she began to laugh.
It began as a snicker, then a chuckle. Finally, she looked at herself, and laughed as her mind finally snapped under the burdens she’d had to bear. She thought about how control of her life, her body, had been taken from her, how Julie and her friends had failed her, how unfair it all was. And it made her mad, furious, vengeful beyond rationality.
“Joy? Joy, you decent?”
The only way to regain control, she realized, was to take it…
Joy laughed like a madwoman as she jammed three fingers inside her pussy and pinched her lactating nipple. Every stroke brought a new change, from the curling horns to the rising ankles to the sharp cloven hooves. The crazed girl gleefully pleasured her humanity away as her body and mind warped and twisted into a thing of malice and evil.
The universe works in mysterious ways, with its own checks and balances. At that moment, three factors collided with devastating results: Joy’s transformation into a Rogue Satyress concluded, her mind flung itself into cruel insanity, and far away, Sid resolved to turn to good and surrender his evil powers.
In a flash of agonizing orgasm, Joy’s body reeled from a sudden infusion of power. She laughed at the sensations; the pain was quite enticing. She gained a foot in height and felt every muscle bulge with strength, enough to press a tanker truck over her head or tear a human in two. Her already huge tits grew larger still, joined by a second pair below them. Her horns grew serrated, like curling saws. Every tooth became a ripping fang; every nail a claw. Her eyes grew solid black, hypnotizing pools of sheer lust and hatred.
The Big Bad Rogue Satyress looked herself over, and thoroughly savored what she saw.
Pain, she hissed,
punching the mirror into shards for the hell of it. Pain and lust will infect the human world, but it won’t be human
anymore when I get through with it!
The sound of Ellie and Beth outside trying to force the jammed door open snapped Pain back to attention. She had a goal in mind, her first act as the new leader of the Rogue Satyrs…
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