April 2021 Microfic! (One single day late)

Hello y'all!

A day late and the opposite of a dollar short. This baby's double length for no reason other than I had fun writing it. Got a bunch of CWs for this one so check those over. And, I hope you enjoy!

~Benn {Doomgender} Ends

Theme: Defector

Prompt: You know whatever she offers will be a trap, that she will use her hold on you to seduce, betray, and corrupt your closest companions... but when the demon whispers those six words in your ear, you know you'll never resist her. "I will make you a girl."

Suggestion by: Little Red Panda (Thank you!!)

~4814 words

CW:

• 2nd person POV characters is referred to with he/him pronouns for a while
• Demon/demon hunter
• Sexual content
• Transformation, gender and otherwise
• Extremely cliche magic feminizing stomach tattoos
• Monstrous impulses
• Some blood/injury/biting
• Smoking/cigarettes
• Implied dysphoria
• References to bad school memories
• Multiple characters who think they’re cis

~~~

You flick a cigarette to the ground, and step, exhaling the last wisps of smoke in a long breath. 

Why did it have to be this town, this school. Literally any other place would be better.

Jackie and Case, the other two hunters on your team, are up ahead a bit. Case is looking at the abandoned school through a small pair of binoculars. 

“Done yet Morgan? Gonna have time to help out, or you too busy moping?”

“Oh shut up Jackie. If we had an incursion in your mom’s old house you’d be kinda bummed about it to.”

She grins.

“I dunno I like to think I’d relish the chance to smash the place up a little. You’re so fuckin grim all the time bud, cut lose a little.”

You light another cigarette.

“Yeah, well.”

Case lowers the binoculars.

“Don’t push him Jackie. I trust him to do his job.”

Jackie frowns and takes off her sunglasses, finally. It’s 2 am.

“I know he’ll do his job. Just trying to lighten the mood a little, jeez.”

“I’m sure the mood will be much improved when and if we all live through the night.”

You walk over to them, eyes on the school’s back entrance.

“Let’s just get this over with.”

Jackie slaps your shoulder and runs ahead.

“You got it boss!”

Case watches her and sighs.

“We better go before something bites back.”

You look over at her, long hair pinned up carefully. Why does she keep it so long if she never lets it down, anyway. You squint.

“Better hurry then.”

There’s a demon in this building. A (C-) rated existential threat, so nothing special. Still, demons are good at what they do, which is staying alive until they become a bigger problem. Like how a couple bugs become an infestation. 

Once you get the door open, the three of you split up. Case is off to the cafeteria and staff offices, Jackie to the library and courtyard, you to the second floor classrooms. The classrooms are a bit confusing to navigate, so your past experience gives you a leg up.

You pass the trophy case, and catch your dim reflection off a old plaque. You haven’t shaved today. You let out an annoyed noise and stamp away.

The school’s been shut down for, what, eight years? Ten? The year after you dropped out, this school district and another tiny one voted to merge, consolidate students, and sell off the extra properties. The area population had been shrinking for a while, and they figured they could at least make a little money off it. Turns out businesses don’t jump to make big land purchases in crumbling towns that people can’t wait to leave. No one bought the high school, and now it’s just rotting.

Leave land fallow long enough, and something will grow.

The emergency lights are on. They definitely shouldn’t be. It bathes the hallways in an eerie sort of half-light, shadows cast by lockers curving off dropped ceiling tiles. You move carefully, trying not to make much noise. Your earpiece buzzes.

“Hey y’all. I got movement over in the reference section.”

You talk low.

“Should we rendezvous?”

“Naw, I got eyes on it. It’s no demon- some low level familiar. Looks like it’s eating a book about the grecco-roman statuary tradition.”

“How bland,” Case muses.

“A C minus with a familiar? Looks like it was about to earn a promotion,” you respond.

“Careful with it Jackie. Once you engage, the demon will know we’re here, so try to wait for more information.”

“Shit, fuck, it saw me. I’m going for it.”

“Careful!” you spit into the receiver. Something about her carefree attitude irks you sometimes.

You keep down the hallway, watching for any movement. You push open an unlocked room, and sweep it carefully. Nothing.

It’s not her fault. Jackie’s an expert. You’ve worked together for years, and you care about her a lot. You’re just in a foul mood because of the scenery.

Stupid fuckin science room. You look over the long counters with their worn black tops, trying to push down a bad fuckin day from a lotta years ago.

Stopping, you rest your hand on the counter you used to sit at. Frowning.

“Morgan!”

You jerk out of your reverie, scanning the room again.

“What’s up Jackie?”

“I killed it, but something’s weird here, man.”

You catch movement on the the window. Just branches in the breeze.

“What’s weird?”

“There’s a couple more. They haven’t attacked me yet. Just kinda watching.”

You knit your brows together.

“More familiars? That’s. Unusual.”

“Yeah, I dunno. The first one wasn’t tough at all, but the cavalry is throwing off my groove.”

“There shouldn’t be one familiar with a C minus, let alone three. Case, let’s meet back up and get to the library.”

“Afraid I can’t, Morgan,” he says calmly.

“Why not?”

“I’m in the principal’s office.”

“That a joke?”

“There are four additional familiars watching the door. I’m not sure where they came from.”

“What the fuck,” you mutter.

“The hell’s with our intel? You sure they said this is a C and not like, a B? They sound pretty close when you say them out loud fast,” Jackie announces.

“They don’t send one team to deal with a B. This is a trash tier mob that’s getting uppity. I don’t care how many low quality shades it can spit out, it dies here. Hole up in the office, Case. I’m gonna get Jackie and we’ll head over.”

“Rodger that, I’ll just keep staring at them menacingly till you get here boss.”

“Ditto.”

You grit your teeth. Seems there will be no time for reminiscing. What a shame.

“Goddamn C minus.”

“C minus yourself. Honestly.”

Behind you.

You close your eyes for a second and mouth ‘fuck’ silently. Then you turn around.

It’s sitting on the front desk, kicking it’s feet playfully. Dressed in a half unbuttoned dress shirt and black pants. It’s horns gleam in the moonlight.

You hit the receiver.

“Contact, I have it in the classrooms, take out the trash yourselves and get here asap.”

Just static.

“Tch.”

“Hello to you too.” It’s voice is warm, and shifts in tone and cadence slowly as it speaks.

You pull out your box of cigarettes and tap out another. If it’s feeling cocky, you’ll take advantage.

“Yeah, right, hi. How about we play a game. It’s called, if you had to grade yourself on the official Department of Unusual Occurrences chart of Existential Threat Potential, what would you give yourself.”

It leans forward, it’s smooth chest curving into cleavage as it moves. Your gaze flickers, and it smirks. 

“I don’t like labels. C, B, A, it’s all human hangups. Like morality, or gender.”

It tilts it’s chin up, highlighting it’s sharp, androgynous cheekbones. Then turns it’s face to the side, round faced and dewy eyed. It only changes while in motion, creating the perpetual illusion that maybe whatever you saw a moment ago was a trick of the light.

“Sure, yeah, down with labels. But for the game, you know. Fun. Gimmie a ballpark.”

It touches it’s lip thoughtfully with long slender fingers, it’s nails manicured and sharp. No, actually, it’s pointer and middle nails are trimmed.

“Afraid I’m more than you bargained for, Morgan?”

Being around a demon always feels strange. Like you’re skin’s on inside out. Not painful, just, sensitive side exposed. Feeling vulnerable is annoying. You take a bit of joy in ashing your cigarette on the counter.

“I’ll be fine. I just want to get a feel for how many seals to unlock.”

You pull your coat aside, letting it see the shortblade you brought with you, marked with three keeps. It’s eyes narrow appreciatively. 

“Not an ordinary demon killing blade. What made you think you’d need something like that for a little thing like me?”

You scowl at it.

“I didn’t. I still don’t, honestly. Though if you give me a good enough reason I’ll give you the honor of being killed with one keep open.”

It smirks, leaning back on the desk, it’s eyes changing color every time you look away from them.

“Oh no thank you, dying doesn’t really suit me at the moment. I’ll be busy picking up my things and moving. This place is nice, but it’s already got a little too much foot traffic, you know?”

You brush the hilt of your blade with your thumb.

“Oh now you want to play games huh.”

“Not particularly. I’m just not in the mood for a fight. I could give you a little present if you’ll look the other way, how’s that sound.”

I don’t make deals with demons. I’m not stupid.”

“No? Oh, my mistake. Just your partner then.”

The comment cuts through your focus just the tiniest bit. It’s smile is ever so slightly sharp.

“Fuck you.”

“Did you not know? What’s her name again? Jackie?”

“Jackie is a merciless demon hunter.”

“Mercy has nothing to do with it. It’s all about desire.”

“I desire to go home and take a nice bath.”

But you’re a little tilted. You don’t like this feeling, like it knows something you don’t

“No. No, you want something she has.”

“Jackie’s my partner and my friend. What could I possibly want from her.”

It pulls back it’s shirt a little, showing off a glimpse of it’s full chest.

“Like I said, humans are obsessed with things that don’t matter, like gender. She wanted a new one terribly.”

Something like stones being piled in your stomach.

“That the best you got? Sniveling nonsense?”

“You’re jealous of her, because you can tell that she’s free in a way you feel you can never be.”

It taps it’s cheek.

“This place, it’s reminding you how unhappy you are, how unhappy you’ve always been. I can taste it on the air. The rot in your soul. Dissatisfaction.”

It leans forward, tracing the curve of it’s jawline with a sultry flourish.

“But, you can be happy. Little Jackie got what she wanted, after all. Who knows what it cost her. You though, you’d just have to look the other way for a few moments.”

The back of your neck feels prickly. It’s spouting lies of course, just. Something. It’s bothering you. Demons do have to keep up their end of the bargain, they just usually have all the leverage..

Wait, what the fuck are you thinking.

“You got any proof that my friend and ally for the last 5 years has been covering up a demon deal?”

The monster pulls up it’s shirt a little, exposing the soft curve of it’s stomach, then as it turns slightly, the toned muscles of it’s abdomen.

“She wouldn’t show you, of course, but she’s got a tattoo, right.. here.”

It traces a delicate curving pattern with it’s fingers, across the pale flesh.

“It’s unmistakable, when you see it. Gives humans the shivers to see a wish granted.”

You’re staring, and it’s messing with your head. There’s this conflagration of emotions. You can’t tell if it’s trying to seduce you, or just advertising what it thinks you want. Probably both.

“How do you know then? That she made a deal?”

It lets the shirt fall back to cover it’s stomach.

“The demon she dealt and I, we’re from the same leyline. We’re on good terms. If your bosses had gotten the intel right she likely would have declined this mission. She can’t hurt me, part of her deal. Whole leyline’s off limits.”

When did it get that close to you? You don’t even remember seeing it stand up. You scramble back, drawing your blade, but hesitating on the seals. The demon puts it’s hands up innocently, looking up at you with wide eyes.

“I’m surprised the poor girl’s managed to stay human as long as she has. Once you make a deal, there’s a sort of, gentle tug.”

“You’re not making a good case for me to take a deal from you.”

“So you’re considering it then?”

You swear in your head.

“Though I suppose there is a big downside. Your allies will kill her when they find out. No take backsies and all.”

It pisses you off, how much it seems to be enjoying itself. Even worse that you can’t make yourself shut it up.

“Why are you telling me this?”

“Because I’m nice enough to explain what’s behind them before you pick a door.”

A wicked grin, a low chuckle.

“I suppose you could fight me, maybe win, then go back and expose poor Jackie. They’d probably not make you kill her yourself. You’d just look the other way.”

They bite their lip playfully, looking down their nose at you.

“Or you could get that secret thing that you’ve always wanted, granted in ways the human world could never offer. And you and her could stick up for each other. Maybe convince your other friend too. Run away together. A little family.”

“That’s stupid. This is stupid. You really think I’m gonna fall for this? That I wanna be a girl so bad I’ll sell out the whole fuckin human race?”

It just shrugs, eyes twinkling a rainbow of colors.

~~~

The door to the science lab slams open.

“Morgan! Please tell me you survived you dumbass!”

You turn to look at Jackie, with Case trailing close behind.

“Yeah, I’m fine. What took you so long.”

Jackie frowns at you, then looks around the trashed room. The benches are smashed and scorched, chairs thrown about.

“You told us to stay put then stopped answering calls! I ended up cutting my way through a dozen more of those creepy familiars.”

“Ten for me,” Case chimes in.

“Well, you handled it fine. Aside from the unusual number of familiars, this was pretty open and shut.”

“You killed the demon,” Case says.

“Yeah, not too bad. Got me pretty good on the arm.” You gesture to a slash on your bicep. 

Case nods. “Where are the remains?”

You point over to a spot on the other side of the room, where a pile of ash forms a humanoid silhouette. You go back to attempting a makeshift bandage over the cut.

“Lemmie help with that,” Jackie insists.

“You sure everything went okay boss?”

She looks at you with concern. You look her in the eye, and blink.

“Yeah, yeah. Everything’s fine. Didn’t even release a seal.”

Her eyes narrow. Now that she’s this close, you feel a weird sensation around the lower curve of your stomach.

“Well, it all appears to be in order,” Case announces. You pull away from Jackie with a slightly strained smile.

“It’s late, let’s get back to the motel.”

Case nods, Jackie stays silent. They both walk out ahead of you.

For one second, you hesitate, and look back.

There’s a shadow on the window.

Black.

Shaped like a person but certainly not.

It tilts it’s head slightly, and you turn your back.

~~~

It’s a 4:30 am, when she finds you sitting alone at a picnic table, waiting for the sun to come up.

“Can’t sleep?” she asks quietly. You nod, and she slaps the back of your head.

“Hey, what was that for?”

“What did you do you little fuck,” she hisses at you.

“I don’t know what you mean.”

“I mean I know you didn’t kill that demon.”

“Oh? Really? And how do you know that?”

Jackie hesitates.

“You’re underplaying how strong it was. You’re good, but that many familiars? They were all holding back too. That was a B, B plus grade demon. Maybe stronger.

You don’t look at her.

“Doesn’t matter how strong it was. It was playing games, holding back like you said, and I got the upper hand. Finished it before it knew it I was a threat.”

She gets closer, looks you in the eye. That sensation tingles across your belly again.

“Tell me you didn’t make a deal.”

“I didn’t make a deal.”

She hits the top of the picnic table and makes a frustrated noise before walking a tight circle and coming back.

“You realize how bad you fucked up?”

Your nerves finally snap.

“Oh like you’re one to talk!”

She’s speechless for a second, then pink creeps into her cheeks.

“Don’t try and distract me with random accusations!”

You roll your eyes. There’s a weird feeling rumbling up into your chest. Not really anger, just. Energy.

“Come on, I can feel it too. That’s how you knew, right? That feeling?”

Her eyes narrow.

“Don’t play dumb with me Jackie. Besides, the demon told me to tell you Ninth Canto Third Refrain says hello,” you growl.

She jumps backwards like you stung her. Then she bares her teeth at you.

“That’s my business. Nothing to do with you.”

“Nothing, really? You’ve been lying to me as long as I’ve known you, and it’s none of my business?”

She’s breathing heavier, and holding her hand on the lower part of her belly. You feel fire in your veins.

“I’ve kept it under control. I haven’t transformed. And I’m not going to.”

You light your last cigarette.

“I’m sure a lot of demons have said that in a past life.”

She snarls.

“What could you *possibly* have wanted that was worth this!?”

You shrug and gesture loosely at her with the cigarette before taking a drag. She looks confused.

“Me? What about-”

Her eyes widen.

“Shit fuck.”

“We’re both in the same boat now, Jackie, in more ways than one.”

She sits down heavily next to you. You still feel some kind of energy sparking between you and around you, a supernatural pull made stronger by proximity. Your skin prickles.

“I got a real dark feeling that this boat’s going down, Morgan. What the fuck are we supposed to do when it sinks?”

You pass her the cigarette. She looks at you, and a look you’ve seen before, but stronger. Hungrier. You match her gaze.

“Dunno. Guess we better learn how to swim.”

A long silence.

You don’t make it to the sunrise.

~~~

Together, you burst through the door to your room, completely failing to keep your hands off each other. She kisses you and you bite her lip and she gasps and gropes at your newly swelling breasts. The pulsing of your tattoo is getting stronger every second you’re near her.

The demon didn’t say it would happen this fast, but it did warn that being close to another pactbearer might have an effect.

And oh, it’s having an effect.

You kick the door shut and kiss her again, both of you moving generally towards the bed but too caught up to do so consciously. Your skin feels electric, you push your thigh between her legs and feel her push herself up against you, urgent and growing. She growls at you, demanding more without words.

You fall back onto the bed first and she looms over you for a moment. Wait. Did her eyes change color?

She falls on you like a predator, sinking her teeth into your throat. You hiss in a mix of pain and swelling elation, and manage to get a hand between her legs. She releases your throat to give a heavy breath, and grind against your palm, arching her head back. 

You press the advantage and flip her back onto the bed. You barely notice the blood on her lips, dribbling down your neck. You pull her shirt up, trapping her for a second. It’s the only way you’re going to keep her busy long enough to get her pants off her before she jumps you again.

Her panties are black and tight against her. Your changing body jolts at the sight of her, pressure flowing through you. You see her tattoo, trailing down from the lower half of her stomach to her groin. You haven’t looked at yours yet, but you’re sure they’d look a proper match.

Ripppppp. She doesn’t wiggle her way out of the shirt, she *tears* it in half. Her eyes look like a monster’s, and the human survival instinct in you tells you it’s time to run.

You’ve always been bad at listening to that one.

She throws you down, hard, with strength you’re not sure she possessed an hour ago. She kicks off the pant leg you didn’t manage to remove. You pull yourself up to your elbows, but she doesn’t give you another second to recover. Kneeling on the bed, she grabs a handful of your hair, and forces your face into her panties. Excitement boils your insides.

With her other hand she pulls her panties aside. You open your mouth wide, and she fills it for you. You could never have put into words how much you wanted to taste her dick, to run your tongue along her, to press against the soft underside, to feel her throb and twitch inside you. 

You forget how to move the rest of your body beyond writhing as she fucks your throat with a beastly desperation. She breathes in rushed bursts, using her grip on your hair to force you to her pace. You don’t breathe. You barely manage to suppress your gag reflex as she pulls your head back so she can get in deeper.

You can’t think past it.

Your eyes flick open and you make a choked gasp as she groans, and hot cum fills your throat. She holds you there, merciless, until you manage to swallow. With an approving hiss, she lets your hair go, and you fall back onto your back, coughing and heaving for breath.

You look up at her with heavily lidded eyes. You see something you recognize in the way she looks at you. Something human. Her shoulders sag as looks down at you, appearing slightly spent.

Your body has changed, drastically. You can tell how much now that you have a moment to reflect. Your center of gravity feels different. Your hips are tighter in your pants, and your chest aches to be touched. Jackie wipes some blood from her bottom lip, looking at you with wide eyes, like she can’t believe this is happening.

“Wow,” she sighs.

“J-Jackie..”

The word comes out a girlish breath, hesitant, yearning. She freezes, then something snaps in her eyes. She grins a smile full of fangs.

And she doesn’t look spent anymore.

She tears your shirt open like wrapping paper, and you push your breasts into her hands, finally getting that touch you’ve been desperate for, oblivious to the way her claws scratch at your soft, smooth skin. You look down and catch a glimpse of the burning sigil on your belly, not exactly the same as hers. Then you arc your head back, and she kneads one of your nipples with her thumb and forefinger.

She rips your pants open as easy as your shirt. Your underwear isn’t as cute as hers, but it doesn’t last long enough for you to care.

You’re soaked. You feel it especially when she rolls your clit with her thumb. You wonder faintly if your new pussy is permanent, or if it’s your newly malleable body reacting to how badly you want her to rail you until she breaks you.

Either way, she seems eager to grant your wish. She grips your hips and forces your legs up and apart. You feel your lips spread, a new, exciting sensation that you can’t compare to anything you’ve felt before. She pushes against you, brushing past the entrance and hitting your clit while you gasp and shudder, your hands grabbing helplessly at the sheets. It must be pretty cute to watch, because she gives a, impatient rumble, and pushes into you.

You lose control. Your back arches, your hands seize up, your eyes go wide. Her filling you up inside is enough, more than enough, but as soon as your tattoos touch you feel a horrible, corrupting throb dig it’s way through you. You know in your sickened heart that it’s even better than should be possible because neither of you are fully human anymore.

She thrusts, thrusts again, moving her body over you, pushing your legs up higher and higher, so she can get deeper. You’re so wet she doesn’t have trouble. Your moaning is at a tone you didn’t know you were capable of making. You cum almost immediately, but she hardly seems to notice. She’s feral, she’s a monster, she can’t be stopped, she’s lost her humanity and she’ll destroy what’s left of yours too you need to RUN she kisses you deep, not slowing down for a second, smothering your pitiful whining with her tongue.

Desperate to grab onto anything, you tangle your fingers into her hair. Oh. She’s growing horns. Not missing a beat, you grab onto them, curved and slightly hot. It gives you the leverage you need to move your hips, to press into her thrusts, feed your desperation yourself instead of simply waiting for her to feed you. She bites down on your throat again, and this time you feel the rows of fangs tear into you, feel her tongue tease the punctures. You cum again, shuddering limply.

That finally seems to set her off. Her ragged breath gets harsher as she thrusts faster, somehow faster, how is she fucking you harder than she was already, you’re shocked you’re still in one piece, you’re amazed you’re still conscious, and with a final push, she cums inside you, deep inside you and lets out a terrible moan as you whine and wiggle and cum a third time under her.

After a moment of clinging together, she starts to pull out. She gives you a couple more thrusts for good measure, each eliciting an exhausted, excited yelp. But with a deep sigh, she finally leaves you, twitching and immobile. She takes one more look at you, then falls down on her back, beside you.

It takes a while before either of you manage to talk.

~~~

Sunlight peeks in through the slits in the blinds. You’re sitting up on the edge of the bed, trying to clean up. Being filled up with cum is real hot but also, pretty inconvenient.

Sitting at the side desk is Jackie, slivers of light dancing across her. Gleaming off her deep-red-almost-black horns.

“You think it was worth it, Morgan?”

You think about it for a second.

“I mean if the sex is always this good, totally, yeah.”

She snorts, and looks over at you.

“You’re gonna end up like me if you keep feeding it, you know.”

You nod.

“I’m sorry for pushing you over the edge like that. It wasn’t my intent.”

She shakes her head.

“Nah, I was teetering on the edge anyway. Obviously, if one slip was enough to finish me off.

She looks at her claws.

“You could hold it back awhile you know. Go back to the department, turn me in, pretend it was my fault the demon got away. Pick up another third with Case, go back to normal. Won’t catch up to you for years if you’re careful.”

You laugh.

“I think I’d rather just learn to swim.”

She squints at you.

“What? What are you talking about?”

You laugh harder.

“The, the metaphor from earlier- you’re not getting it, never mind.”

“Been a long night Morgan.”

She’s smiling though. There’s a twinkle in her eyes. Red now. No, violet. Black?

“Lucky we brought spare clothes though, I don’t know how far we’d get with the crotch torn out of my pants, both our shirts in shreds.”

Jackie snorts.

“You’re gonna need some new clothes though, you lost like a foot and a half. You’ll look like a kid trying to sneak into an R rated movie by wearing her dad’s suit.”

“What? Fuck you, no I didn’t.”

You get up and look in the mirror.

“Fuck. Shit. I really did. Did I… want that?”

She shrugs. “Maybe? You’ll be able to change it eventually I’m sure.”

You angle yourself so you can look at your butt.

“I look fuckin hot though.”

Jackie smiles toothily.

“Yeah you do.”

“You think we can convince Case to run away with us?”

“If we can get past the initial shock of me being a demon and you having tiddies, probably. I caught him with a manga called ‘Senpai Senpai I’ve Turned Into a Girl Who’s Addicted To Kisses??’ a while back and he got real flustered.”

“Fuckin, how did the three musketeers of selling out for tiddies end up all on a team together.”

“Dunno. Fate probably. Now go find some pants before I make another mess outta you.”

You smirk. Doesn’t really feel like the world you’ve known is ending, even though it absolutely is. Least you have people who are in it just as deep as you.

~~