Marjorie's Change
#5 of Princess Dawn & the Rogues
In the glade, the assembled mythical creatures were reveling in sexual abandon. Madison, finally completed as the white satyress, relished her enhanced abilities as she shared time with her old lover, Erin, and her new love, the beautiful nymph, Joy.
Marjorie, the only human in the group, was tempted by her former co-workers, Guido and his satyress wife Cindy demonstrated with their enhanced sexual prowess as they massaged her legs. Meanwhile the three construction workers turned fairies, Stephanie, Erica and Christine, flitted about Marjorie's neck, ears and breasts, teasing her body with their delicate wings.
Ready to surrender her humanity, Marjorie screamed, "Oh, God, take me, take me now!" She reached out for whoever was near her, not knowing and not caring what she would be transformed into by her surrender. She waded in flashing thoughts of becoming a tiny faerie, or a lusty satyress, or a perfect nymph, or a wild dryad...
...She didn't consider what would happen if a Minotaur happened to grab her instead.
Marjorie's euphoria veered sharply to terror as the powerful hands nearly crushed her shoulders, yanking her roughly from the ground. She kicked and struggled within the beast's grasp, with no result but more pain.
Her cries alerted the orgasmic entourage around her. "Marjorie!" Joy cried out in alarm. "Don't hurt her, please!"
Sharpe grunted menacingly. "That all depends on you." He noticed the faerie women beginning to buzz around him, and held Marjorie close to his waist. "Back off, buzzy bitches, or I'll split her in half!" In response, his massive bull's member slid from its sheath, poised right at the entrance to Marjorie's vagina. She whimpered from pain and fear.
"Everyone stay back," Madison warned, trying especially to keep Joy from bursting into tears. "What do you want, Sharpe?"
"Ah, good, no need for introductions, then." Madison saw for the first time the young girl huddled fearfully behind his legs. "You're all coming with me. We have an appointment with a certain wizard."
"Wizard? Is he the one that caused your transformation?" Erin queried.
"Yeah, and everyone else's, now, my bill's way overdue, so no more talk!" He forced his point home with his cock head, parting Marjorie's slit by a fraction.
The sky opened with a brilliant flash of light. Sharpe was startled and nearly released Marjorie, but her quickly regained his grip and kept his former assistant poised on the tip of his cock.
A figure emerged from within the light and slowly descended to the ground. A man with long grey hair stood before them, his flowing silver and blue robes fluttered in the gusty wind that stirred up with his arrival.
The wizard pointed a long staff at Sharpe.
"Who are you?!?!" Madison demanded. Her stature as a demi-goddess was not going to be subsumed by some crafty wizard and she meant to impress.
The wizard sneered at her and said, "Some call me ...", he paused to study the tip of his staff, "Tim."
Then he turned his attention back to Sharpe and said, "I see my potion served you and your sister well, now, for the matter of my payment."
The wizard held his left hand toward Sharpe.
"I don't have your money," Sharpe said with disgust.
"Very well," Tim said, "I can exact my fee in other ways, as you well know."
The wizard drew left hand back and slowly extended his right hand to Frieda.
"Hold it!" shouted the White Satyress. "I want some answers here!"
Tim let loose a "harrumph" and rolled his eyes. "Obviously, my spell did more than I thought. Let's see, satyrs, fae, nymphs, what a wonderful world!"
While the others worried about the scene, Joy pondered his words. What a wonderful world? Is he responsible for my transformation? Has the whole world changed?
"Quit stalling!" Madison demanded. "What's this all about?"
The wizard pointed his staff toward the angry Minotaur. "I'm attempting to exact payment. This beast bought a spell from me, and now the tab's come due. Simple, really, and I'd appreciate you staying out of it, missy."
The situation tensed up rapidly. Madison and her satyrs were ready to show this arrogant mage how well goats can kick, and Sharpe didn't look too far off himself. Erin and her faerie army prepared a natural assault. Marjorie and Joy huddled close to each other for protection, while Frieda remained too petrified to move.
Suddenly Tim shot a beam of energy at Frieda that hit her square between her breasts. She shouted out in fright, but as the beam faded it appeared that nothing about her had changed. "Wha... what did you do?" she asked, stammering for breath.
"At the moment," Tim said, "Nothing. But the time will come when I will need you to aid me in a task, and when that time comes you shall be changed. Until that time you are free to go on your way. Make no mistake, though - we will meet again."
Both Madison and Sharpe were about to protest this, but Tim was gone before they could get in a single word. Leaving the nymphs and satyrs and the others to think things over, he returned to his modest home and began pouring through an old dusty book. Yes, he thought, Soon it will be time to shift the balance on Earth and bring the mythicals back into dominance.
Mundanes had held sway over reality far too long. Tim had watched them for years, seen them pay lip service to legends without truly respecting their power. They understand now, now that humans were not around. Given enough time, they'd become a thing of legend, and the creatures of fantasy would escape the bonds they'd been pigeonholed into. Then, and only then, would he shed his humanity and transform himself as he'd always desired.
He worried a bit about the White Satyress. One of her power could work to unravel all his work. The nymph troubled him as well, for reasons he couldn't quite place.
Luckily, he had Sharpe to manipulate. Plus, he still held sway over Frieda. She would be his trump card, when the time arose.
Tim focused his energies across the world, trying to determine how far along the mythicals were in their rise to power.
Tim woke up and slid out of bed, eager for the day to begin. He checked the calendar to be sure, although he knew from giddy excitement that today was the day. One hundred years had passed since he had encountered Madison and the others in the forest where he had cast his spell on the lovely Frieda. Since that day he'd kept himself withdrawn from them and most all others, making him impossible for the satyr and friends to locate. He'd kept tabs on them, though. After about two years the group had given up trying to find him and decided to retreat to the Satyr Lands to avoid his plans, but the spell he'd cast on Frieda kept her locked to this world. She found herself alone that day; her friends unable to return for her.
Frieda got on with her life, finishing college and finding true love. For Tim's purposes though, the spell he'd put upon her made her immortal until she was needed, keeping her age and appearance locked at the time the spell had been put on her. While initially believing that she'd simply kept her body in shape, as the years ticked by she watched her family grow old and die around her while she remained in her prime. The sorrow and loss drove her from her small hometown to the big city where she could disappear into the crowds; nobody would notice an eternal youth such as herself there.
But Tim had kept up with her travels. And now today was the day for her transformation to begin which would lead to his overall objective of restoring the mythical kind to this world.
Tim had tracked the varying levels of manna within human beings and the environment itself. He knew with the right nudge, the Earth and everything in it would be restored to its former glory.
Frieda was the key. Once she went out into public, her transformation would initiate. As she became more and more inhuman, those around her would begin to be affected. The changes would continue like dominoes, as each subsequent transformation begat another.
All that was needed was a little human contact...
Despite Tim's far-reaching powers, he had no idea another watched Frieda.
Marjorie's life had been directionless since the group returned to the Satyr Woods. Sharpe had accompanied them, and his lack of leadership brought about the collapse of Sharpe Industrial. Falling magic levels had forced Erin and her faeries to abandon this plane for the satyr's mystical realm.
Marjorie and Frieda lost touch, as neither could help the other and Frieda just wanted to run. As time went by, Marjorie had been left nearly destitute, losing her home and car for her lack of funds. She was reduced to a life of menial jobs and living in a wreck of a Baltimore apartment. Just as Marjorie felt she had nothing left to live for, she called out to the only deities she had any reason to believe in: Pan, Dawn, and Madison.
Unbeknownst to her, her cry came at a rare magic spike, enabling the deities in the Satyr Woods to hear her call. They arrived through a portal to greet her in her living room. It was there that the satyr deities informed Marjorie of their situation with Tim and Frieda.
"The power fluctuations keep us locked away from Earth," Dawn had told her. "Without free access to the Satyr Woods, we'd lose our powers on Earth. We'd become mortal, and have no defense against Tim's magic."
"Without the balance of the human world, the Satyr Woods have no power," Madison added. "If Tim changes this world into a mythical one, both would be permanently skewed. Each can't exist without the other."
"While we can't directly act, we can, however," Pan smirked, "appoint a human emissary. It would be a hard job, as the emissary would need to protect Frieda and keep Tim's plans from coming to fruition. Their rewards, however, would be great."
How could she say no? With her assent, Marjorie was given three special gifts to aid her duty. Dawn blessed her with eternal life and youth, allowing her all the time she needed to accomplish her task. Pan granted her a philosopher's wisdom to use against Tim's plans. Madison gave her the gift of magic, a tiny fraction of her own power that she could build upon.
She used her time well, studying various forms of magic from teachers and tomes all over the globe when she wasn't searching actively for Frieda. Marjorie became strong and confident over the years, focusing her magic to defensive and healing spells. She paid special attention to form-altering spells, learning how to reverse and unweave their effects.
It was nearly one hundred years later when Marjorie tracked down Frieda. With her manna-attuned senses, Marjorie sensed events were about to unfold, and that Frieda's exodus into the unsuspecting world was the catalyst.
Marjorie double-checked the address she'd written on a little scrap of paper. She compared it to the number on the door in front of her and confirmed that this was the place. Frieda's place. She rang the buzzer and a voice crackled over the little intercom. "Hey Mary, I'll be ready in a minute."
Marjorie pushed the 'talk' button and said "I'm not Mary. It's me, Marjorie. Remember? From years and years ago?"
There was a little static, followed by "My god..." then with a series of clanking sounds the door unlocked and opened. "How... how are you... well, forgive me for my bluntness but how are you alive? It's been a century since I saw you last!" She laid a big hug on her old friend.
"Pan came to me and gifted me with a few attributes. Can I come in? We have to talk."
"Well, sure, but my neighbor's coming over any minute for aerobics. When she gets here I'll just send her home."
Marjorie followed Frieda inside and closed the door. "Listen, no matter what you cannot come into contact with anyone."
"Why? Besides, you're already here."
"I don't count, thanks to Pan's magic's. Allow me to explain..." So Marjorie laid it all out for Frieda: Tim's threat, the catalyst to her own transformation, her new powers. "I'm pretty sure I can help you now, but you can't touch anyone else until we get this straightened out."
Frieda said "I won't. Oh, I'm so glad you're here. The last few decades have been tough. I've lost everything because of my immortality. You don't know how happy I am to see you. I'm sorry about what happened the last time we spoke."
"Don't worry about it," Marjorie said. "You were frightened. I know you didn't mean those things."
The two smiled at each other just as Mary buzzed the intercom.
The buzzing of her intercom interrupted the exchange of smiles. "Charlotte? It's Mary. Ready for our workout?"
Marjorie looked momentarily confused, until she remembered the numerous aliases she'd used over the last century. "Charlotte, huh?"
Frieda shrugged. "I always liked that name." She gruffed up her throat before pressing the respond button. "Hey, Mary. Listen, I've gotta pass today. Think I've <cough, cough> caught the Amazon flu."
"Ooh, not good. Listen, I've already had it this year, so I'm immune for a while. Let me bring you some soup tablets or an antibody kit or something."
"Um...no, that's okay. Thanks anyway, but I'm stocked up pretty well."
"Nonsense, against the A-flu, you can never be stocked up well enough. Let me hit the cabinets and I'll be right back."
Frieda quickly cleared her throat. "What'll happen to her if she touches me?"
Marjorie bit her lip. "I don't know. You haven't exhibited any changes yet, but that doesn't necessarily prevent you from awakening the manna in others."
"Then we've gotta keep her out. But, how?"
"Quick," Marjorie said, "Take off your clothes."
"Excuse me?" Frieda said.
"I'm going to make myself look like you in order to get rid of Mary, but I can't do that unless I see what you look like naked. So hurry and up and strip!"
Frieda sighed and complied with the unusual order. Marjorie took in Frieda's bare glory as she began to craft the transformation spell. She hasn't aged a single day she thought as the changes began. Marjorie felt her face shift to become Frieda's twin, her breasts change to match Frieda's size, and even felt her bones shift and her skin change texture slightly. It was all over in just a few seconds; just enough time for Mary to be back knocking at the door.
"Go hide," Marjorie commanded. Frieda started to gather up her clothes, but Marjorie spat "No time!" and pushed the naked Frieda into the closet. Then, with Frieda hidden, Marjorie answered the door.
Marjorie opened the door to Mary - of course, she wasn't quite prepared for what greeted her, which were Mary's large, almost perfectly spherical breasts, each at least twice the size of Marjorie's head and barely contained by a lycra-top that was obviously something that had been designed to fit Mary before she caught the Amazon flu. Marjorie wasn't entirely sure how to react, she didn't know whether Frieda had seen Mary since she got it.
"Hey Charlotte!" Mary wrapped her arms around Marjorie, which ended up with her getting trapped inside her cleavage. Marjorie was instantly glad that she'd chosen this to letting Frieda answer the door. "You don't look too different but you know, I was the same to start with... so was Faith, in fact I caught it from her. I've been having growth spurts for months now. Although I'm not complaining - you know I've always had that big inferiority complex about my height and stuff but couldn't afford a Bolot body enhancement."
"Yeah - I definitely think it suits you but I wouldn't want you to catch it again. Otherwise you'd end up like some sort of giantess." Marjorie said, hoping to deflect Mary from further staying.
"Ha, ha, ha, you're probably right but you know that your body becomes pretty virus immune with the A-flu. Just another one of the perks really. It even works against sexually transmitted diseases like STMBD - and with puppies like these, that's the last thing I want! But anyway, enough about me - I'm surprised you're still looking so good." Mary commented.
"Yeah, well I've been sleeping a lot and dosing myself up on super-Beechams cure-all." Marjorie improvised, coughing for effect and subtly altering her facial appearance to make her look more sick - although, as she'd never seen anyone with A-flu she could only guess.
Frieda listened intently as she sat in the closet in the next room. Mary was trying to be a good friend, something Frieda had found hard to find in all these years of anonymity. The closet was dark and Frieda didn't see her old Mr. Fusion - Plutonium Converter stacked in the corner. It fell with a thud that was only dampened by her own foot that was crushed beneath the heavy appliance. Frieda let out an involuntary yelp.
"What was that?" Mary asked.
"Oh, probably the neighbor's kids." Marjorie replied. "They make so much noise, you can hear it right through the walls!"
Mary gave Marjorie a confused look. "But these apartments are soundproof! There's someone back there!"
As Mary dashed into the bedroom, Marjorie tried to throw up a spell of invisibility for Frieda, but Marjorie was unskilled at her new powers and the forces she unleashed backfired, throwing open the closet doors and leaving Frieda no where to hide.
Mary saw her friend, the one she though she'd left in the living room, sitting on the closet floor cradling her badly broken and bleeding foot.
"Charlotte?" Mary asked, glancing back into the living room where Marjorie/Frieda/Charlotte stood with a pained expression on her fact.
"Look, I'll explain! If I can, that is," Frieda/Charlotte said to Mary. "Just help me to the bed, my foot's killing me!"
Guiding Frieda to the bed was no problem for Mary's strong body. Marjorie appeared with a Med Kit and quickly closed the wound on Frieda's foot. The fractures were another matter. While a home Med Kit could easily mend a straight, clean brake, several of the bones in Frieda's foot were badly comminuted. Still, a hospital could quickly repair the damage with its equipment. Marjorie administered a sedative while Mary summoned and ambulance. Frieda drifted into a semi-conscious state, trying to protest leaving her apartment, but to no avail.
As they waited for the EMTs to arrive, Mary turned to Marjorie and said, "Charlotte told me she was an only child, so you've got some explaining to do!"
Marjorie stammered for a suitable explanation, one that would make sense and satisfy the strong and angry woman currently staring her down.
She'd just managed a suitably lame story about government cloning when a portal of power whooshed into existence in the living room. From the vortex stepped the smug wizard known as Tim.
"Jesus Christ!" Mary gasped in alarm.
"Guess again," Marjorie spat. She dropped her guise and stepped between Tim and Mary.
"I heard Frieda was hurt," Tim replied with a bow, doing his best to fake sincerity. "I wanted to see how my prodigy was feeling."
Marjorie summoned green orbs of power into her cupped hands. "She's fine. Now leave."
Tim merely smirked. "Thank you for doing that. I was afraid I'd have to make the effort myself."
"What are you..." Marjorie began, before hearing Frieda's anguished scream from the bedroom. Her eyes grew wide with alarm. The outside came in! First Mary, then the manna for my spell! I played right into his hands, damn it!
Marjorie quickly cut off her power, just as Mary bolted for the bedroom door.
"Don't open the door!" Marjorie cried, as Mary twisted the knob and yanked the door open to see Frieda/Charlotte was lying across her bed where she'd fallen unconscious.
Marjorie glared at Tim as Mary rushed to check on Frieda.
"It's is done!" Tim said with a smug grin. "Now the real fun begins. After all this time, all my effort, my dream will come true." Tim paused for a moment to let his words sink in. At the same time, Marjorie's anger seethed up within her. She unleashed a bolt of magical energy toward the evil mage, but before it reached him, Tim disappeared in flash, only to re-appear on the other side of the room.
"It's too bad, I won't be able to witness this first hand, but I thank you for helping the process along ... again!" Tim said with a hearty laugh.
Tim's exit in a flash of light was punctuated by Mary's scream from the other room.
As she ran in to help, Marjorie cursed herself for her stupidity. Using magic had let the outside in a second time. Marjorie couldn't imagine what she'd done.
As she entered the room, she found out
The groans coming through the door made Marjorie quite uneasy. The familiar sensation of a manna spike nearby doubled that nervousness. A sudden pounding in her forehead punctuated her fear.
Marjorie threw open the door to see Frieda, still unconscious across the bed, seemingly trying to worm out of her skin. No, she was trying to shed it. Human flesh peeled bloodlessly away, rubbed and scraped onto the bedspread layer by layer like an onion, revealing a patchwork of glistening red and white scales beneath.
"Naga scales! It's happening," Marjorie groaned, her forehead throbbing like something wanted to get out. Mary screamed from across the room, and Marjorie forced herself to look.
She was holding her eyes, gripping her forehead and orbitals as she bellowed in pain. "HELP ME!!!" Mary cried out and fell backward as her hands fell away; allowing Marjorie to see her eye sockets drag together, merging into a single larger portal in the center of her head. The pseudo-Amazon's eyes shimmered together like liquid, crafting into a single organ twice the size of her originals. Mary blinked with her sole eyelid, torn halfway between crying and bawling.
Cyclops, Marjorie thought, before her own body betrayed her. She yelped as her skull writhed, twisted, sought to escape the confinement of her skin. She fell, driven off balance by the force of the pull and her own wooziness. The room spun and pulsed, and she wondered if, despite Pan's magic, she was going to die.
When the pain finally subsided, Marjorie tried moving her head. There was extra weight to it, making the movements exaggerated at first. She bowed her head, and felt some extension of her head make contact with the floor far before her face would have.
"A horn," she groaned.
"A very pretty horn," came a delicate, minute female voice from her left.
Wearily, she looked over, to see a tiny fae woman perched upon her shoulder. "Erica?"
"Yeah, good to see you! But you look so sad! Oh, Marjorie, you can't give up! You can still stop Tim! Especially now, with your new horn!"
The sorceress took a deep breath, steadying herself, and rose to check her reflection in the mirror. She froze at her new feature, studied the curled golden spire which gracefully jutted diagonally upward from her forehead. "Is this what I think it is?"
"Uh huh. It's a unicorn horn! Which means the more you change, the stronger your magic becomes! You can feel it, can't you?"
She concentrated; yes, her powers felt more potent, more focused. She wasn't sure if she wanted to become a unicorn, anthromorphic or otherwise, but that wasn't the priority.
"What the fuck's going on!" Mary cried out in exasperation. "What the fuck's happened to us?!"
"I'll explain everything soon. Right now, we have to find Tim," Marjorie said, steeling her will once more. Her attention turned to the faerie. "Any ideas?"
Erica fluttered in front of Marjorie's face, pondering their next move. "Well, we could seek out any manna surges around the city. They'll probably mean more changes for you all, though."
Marjorie wasn't sure she wanted to run into that. "That'll make things a lot harder on all the norms here."
"SOMEBODY TELL ME WHAT'S GOING ON!!" The angry Cyclops woman balled her fists and readied their use on anyone in particular.
"Right, um, sure, just calm down." Marjorie held her hands up in defense, urgently searching her mind for a calming spell. "Um, Erica, you mind filling Mary in while I, you know, search?"
"Absolutely!" cried the happy young fae. She fluttered over Mary's shoulder, using her special powers to ease the Cyclops into a relaxed state.
All the while, Frieda continued to slumber, unaware of her serpentine transformation. Marjorie sighed, fearing what else the poor girl might have to go through because of her incompetence.
Right now, she had no time for self-pity. Marjorie settled into a lotus position, visualizing her familiar pair of aqua energy spheres, orbiting around her body like seeking satellites. She felt new power drawn into the magic; her divination spell was never this strong or effortless, as she realized that her unicorn horn granted her access to powerful natural magic.
With the help of her new appendage, locating a manna surge was child's play. "I've found one," she spoke aloud, "at the Bermuda Triangle!" Marjorie exclaimed. She jumped up and felt something both odd and vaguely familiar about her stance. She realized that her tapping the magic had exacted a toll on her human form. She stood on a pair of equine hooves. Her digitrade stance reminiscent of her brief stint as a rogue satyress so many years ago. Now a pelt of soft, pure white fur covered her shapely and muscled legs and a long horse's tail swished from her rump.
That night, making love in the glade, she'd begged Erica to take her, make her one of the fae. She'd despised Tim for interrupting that chance, but now she was growing to appreciate her long wait.
Still, she looked at Frieda. Her charge was coming around. Marjorie could sense the evil that was pervading Frieda's mind. Mary too, even calmed by Erica had rage in her mind. The longer she remained a Cyclops; Marjorie knew that the rage would overtake her. She had to do something.
Conjuring another spell, Marjorie easily transported herself to Tim's location. She'd forgotten to access her surroundings before emerging on the deck of a small fishing boat.
A woman rose from the towel she'd been laying on to sun herself. "Who are you?" she demanded, before falling to the deck.
Marjorie cursed her stupidity as Tim's curse transformed the woman before her very eyes. Her bikini bottom was ripped away as her legs joined together and were quickly covered in blue, green and gold scales. Marjorie feared she'd created another naga before she realized that the woman's scales stopped at her hips.
"Anna, what's wrong," came a shout from below.
Anna's husband, Mark, emerged just in time to see his wife complete her unexpected transformation into a mermaid.
His excitement at this prospect was short lived as his proximity to the new mythicals had its anticipated effect. Marjorie was thankful that the magic seemed to bless the couple with compatible forms as Mark quickly became a merman to match his wife.
The manna spike also had an impact on Marjorie too. Her breasts swelled as her white fur spread up her body and covered her to her neck.
The pair of merfolk splashed into the water, surprisingly unconcerned about what had just happened to them.
Just then, Tim emerged from bow section where he'd been hiding.
"Glad you could make it," he snickered. "But I wish you'd brought that Naga friend of yours along." Tim eyed Marjorie with some pride. "Quite an improvement if I do say so."
"Look, this has to stop." Marjorie protested.
"Stop," Tim laughed, "Why, I've only just started. And they don't seem to mind." Tim pointed at Anna and Mark splashing happily in the water. "Besides, there's no stopping it anyway." Tim paused for a moment to appreciate the puzzled look on Marjorie's face.
"Why do you think I led you here?" he asked. "This is the Bermuda Triangle. This is a focal point for magic on this world. Your presence here will accelerate the spell 100 fold. A new world will dawn soon!"
"But my friends in the Satyr Woods, the original mythicals, they'll be cut off. They'll die without a balance with this world! And the ones who are becoming evil creatures. You can't do this!"
"But I have! And it's a small price to pay, don't you think my little unicorn girl?" Marjorie lunged at Tim, intent on throwing him overboard and drowning him right there.
Marjorie swirled plans through her mind, knowing she had one good chance to stop Tim. She wondered if she could make it happen; the tingle of power through her horn told her she could.
She closed her eyes and focused her power, weaving the strengthened magic around herself and Tim, and finally through the portal.
"It's about time you got with the program," Tim laughed.
She ignored his boastfulness, as it made distracting him that much easier. Tim failed to realize that the energies weren't flowing in either direction. His attention was too focused on his theoretical impending victory.
As Marjorie felt Pan, Dawn, and Madison's combined presences through the portal, she tapped their lent power and felt herself change once more. Her ears pointed and twitched, remaining in their positions but becoming equine. The white fur covered her face and spread to her hair, growing it impossibly long and much more coarse. She felt her body and soul slip into immortality, transforming her into a creature of spirit and magic.
The unicorn girl stared straight at Tim. "Practice what you preach, human." With that, she unleashed the spell, striking Tim in the chest with bolts of pure manna. The sorcerer shook and convulsed as his magic ability was siphoned away from him and into the Satyr Woods. Marjorie felt Pan, Dawn, and Madison divide his power between them for safekeeping.
Tim himself, unable to continue his spell, fell weakly to the ship's deck. Marjorie's sensitivity to magic told her that forces were at work on Tim's body, altering it as she best saw fit. Very soon, he would express the first characteristic of his new form:
Tim watched in confusion as the magical energy surrounded him. His feet flattened, losing their definition and scales began to form on his legs.
"You fool," he taunted, "Merfolk have powerful magic. Make me a merman and I'll just set my plan in motion from below the sea rather than above it."
By now, the scales did cover most of Tim's lower body and his legs were joining in a sort of merman's tail, but something wasn't quite right. The scales continued up his torso and on. His body was increasing in bulk.
"Who said you were going to be merman?" Marjorie asked even as her face pushed forward in a horse like muzzle and her ears repositioned themselves atop her head, framing her powerful horn.
Tim looked confused as his hands knurled and curled into equine hooves at the end of scale covered horse like legs. As Tim's face reformed, his mouth and nose met in muzzle of his own. His hair fell to the deck as a frill developed over his scalp and ran down his back.
Marjorie shrugged as she used her magic to deposit the hippocampus into the ocean. Anna and Mark swam to their new steed.
Marjorie looked over the rail to the merfolk. "I'm sorry," she said, "but once you've been exposed to that spell, there's no way to return you to human form.
Anna and Mark smiled back at her. Neither seemed to mind nearly as much as she'd though they would. Of course, they'd been unexpectedly transformed into pleasant creatures of mythology ... not monsters.
Then she thought of Frieda and Mary back at Frieda's apartment. Neither of them had fared so well. She couldn't make them human again, but she could, Pan help her, give them a more pleasing mythological form. She focused her powers and transported herself there.
Madison's teleportation spell had her back in New York in literally a flash. She was not ready for what she saw.
Frieda and Mary had transformed completely into a naga and Cyclops, respectively. The armless Frieda hissed and spat venom in the direction of Mary. The Cyclops used her massive body (almost fifteen feet tall was Marjorie's guess, probably partially thanks to that Amazon Flu) to absorb the spittle and punch back at the sinewy serpent. Meanwhile, Erica was stretching her fae powers to the limit, trying to bend the physical and ethereal physics of the room to accommodate Mary's bulk while keeping them locked in the room and away from each other; when she had time, she was also guarding herself.
"Little help here?" Erica asked casually, fluttering around the poison spit.
"Bad day," Marjorie groaned, shaking her equine muzzle. The unicorn woman's horn glowed as she waved her hands to open the portal into the Satyr Woods. She felt her body shifting once more with the magic flow, extending her lower body and painlessly dividing her legs to give her a tauric lower half.
Marjorie the Uni-taur closed the portal once the three were safely back in the Satyr Woods. "Now then, let's deal with you two."
She unleashed her magic first at Frieda. The serpent girl hissed as her arms were restored to her and the scales of her chest and face returned to human skin. Hair grew into a lustrous green mane, resembling her scaly lower body, as her ears grew elven points. Her eyes remained serpentine and she still possessed fangs and forked tongue, but other that that, she was quite a beautiful sight.
"You are a Lamia now, half woman and half snake. Unlike the Naga, you are not evil by nature. I'm sorry, but I can't make you human again. This is the best I can do."
Frieda nodded solemnly as she looked over her body. Marjorie, meanwhile, turned her attention to Mary. Her magic caused no physical changes; she was still a titan of a woman, possessing a large single eye and a pair of curved horns. Her iris went from red to deep blue, and with it, her temperament softened.
"M...Marjorie? That you?" Her voice was gruffer than before.
"Yes, it's me. I'm sorry you got mixed up in this."
Mary didn't have a chance to say anything before three very special individuals made their presences known.
The Uni-taur sorceress turned unsteadily and bowed as best she could "Lord Pan. Lady Dawn. Mistress Madison."
To her surprise, they bowed back. "Sorceress Marjorie," Pan spoke. "We have awaited your arrival for a long time, in more ways than one."
Seeing her confusion, Madison smiled and extended her hand. "We will explain. For now, we feast!"
And they did, engaging in a seemingly endless reverie of wine, song, and each other. Marjorie found herself gently taken aside by the King, Princess and Warrior of Satyrs. They escorted her to the deepest area of the Satyr Woods, far from prying eyes.
She was quite hesitant to say anything, and she didn't have to. "We have something important to talk to you about," Dawn whispered into her equine ear, her fingers tracing eccentric patterns along her spiral horn.
Marjorie felt the hands of Madison caressing her bare furry breasts, and of Pan's stroking along her broad back. She smiled and sank back into their touches.
"But first, we want to reward you, Lady Marjorie," Dawn smirked and kissed her along her muzzle. "Will you accept our gift to you?"
Marjorie sighed in anticipation, almost a moan; she knew what the gift would be, as Pan's hands had begun to seize her rump and position himself behind her. She lowered her equine body to accept his mounting. "Yes..."
She felt herself penetrated slowly, sensually, as Madison and Dawn kissed and touched her everywhere. She felt herself melting under their ministrations, as their lovemaking went on a seeming eternity.
The Uni-taur climaxed over and over, as she felt stronger with every stroke of Pan's cock inside her. She surrendered to the rut, to the hands caressing her body and the swells emanating from the back of her tauric half.
Marjorie exploded in one final release, whinnying wildly as her equine pussy flared and her back birthed massive feathered white wings.
"With the wings of the Pegasus, she will be completed," Pan smiled. "So said the ancient prophecy, and so is birthed the Goddess."
Marjorie shook her mane and flexed her wings. Pan's words made her pause. "Goddess?"
"Yes, Marjorie. Our true gift was to awaken your full power," Madison told her. "You are now the Goddess of magic and magical creatures."
Marjorie rose back to her four hooves. She felt fueled, immortal and powerful beyond measure. "Thank you, Lord Pan."
The Satyr King chuckled. "Please, we are all deities here. Just call me Pan."
The god and goddesses assembled in the Deep Woods for a great length of time.
Within the deepest part of the Satyr Woods, Marjorie and her fellow deities savored an immortal orgy. The recently heralded Goddess of Magic felt a presence, something unique...
"Wait, I feel something," Marjorie cried out, attempting to focus through her euphoria.
Madison, the White Satyress, looked up from the furry breast of the winged Uni-taur. "What's wrong?"
"Something's happening...back in...Earth realm's past," she said, reeling from another orgasm as Pan pumped her vagina furiously.
"When?" asked Dawn, Princess of satyrs.
Marjorie concentrated, focusing her energies through her spiraling golden horn. "2005. I see...a group of young women. They're...being watched...by a Rogue Satyr."