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“So in Japan they have the Yōkai, right? You know, spirits and shit. And the Australian Aborigines have this thing called The Dreaming. That’s like….this story about how everything was created by spirits from another world. Then of course you have lucid dreaming which some people think that’s something that actually happens in an alternate dimension. And you know, like, astral projection and stuff?” “Yeah?” Said the girl, whom Alex was chatting up, in a rather flat tone. Over the course of their short conversation she’d gone from politely interested to overtly bored and pouty, though Alex hadn’t seemed to have picked up on it yet. “What I’m saying is, there has to be something to it right? Why would so many cultures have this concept of ‘the parallel world’ if there wasn’t anything to it?” He was talking quickly, paying little attention to her subtle cues. ”Yeah….” “Anyway, I’ve been doing a ton of research and I think I’m getting somewhere. Now I know, a lot of people don’t believe in this stuff and etcetera yadah yadah. Doesn’t matter. All that matters is….” He took a drink from the glass resting on the counter before taking a deep breath and continuing. “…what matters is that I’m trying tonight. I’m actually going to do it.” “Oh.” “I know, right!” “Right. So wait a second, why are you doing all of this again?” she asked with a genuinely confused look on her face. Alex scoffed at her. “Are you kidding me? To see what’s out there! You know, X-Files stuff and shit. I actually tried UFO hunting the other day with a buddy of mine and…..I should probably get back to that come to think of it.” He rubbed the back of his neck sheepishly when he thought about his now-neglected project. “Uh huh. Listen, I’ve gotta go,” she said while swiftly collecting her hand bag. ”Nice talking to you though!” Before waiting for a response, she got up and walked away before Alex could say anything to try and stop her. His hand jerked up instinctively to beckon her back. “....always the crazy ones,” he heard her mutter under her breath just out of earshot. Alex gave up, lowered his hand with a sigh and emptied his glass before paying his tab. “She’ll miss all the fun, I guess,” he muttered spitefully. Alex wasn’t particularly good-looking but you could certainly do a lot worse. He had dark hair and a slightly smaller than average build, a plain face and very few noteworthy features. Nothing spectacular but nothing that people found offputting either. Other than his hobbies, of course. With that, he left the busy bar and made his way back to his car. After getting in and closing the door he glanced at the back seat where he’d chucked all of his mystical trinkets after a quick tour of the local mall earlier today. Japanese paper talismans, incense, some sea salt, a small bell and a few multicoloured scented candles. “I can have all the fun on my own, anyway.” On the way home he contemplated some things. If this was even a good idea, for instance. That concern was easy enough to argue away. Why wouldn’t this be a good idea? He could be running around in another world, messing around and living out an experience that his own reality simply couldn’t provide! He also didn’t exactly foresee himself getting trapped there, though that was a primary concern at first. The way saw it, if it worked like astral projection then he wouldn’t even physically be there. That was probably good enough, right? He couldn’t actually be killed there, surely? Unless the other world went by The Matrix rules. He’d cross that bridge if and when he came to it. Then of course the final question was whether he should be doing this himself instead of involving his UFO-hunting partner in crime. On that front, it had actually been Roger that had turned Alex down. Apparently his friend didn’t find this particular experiment all that interesting. Once home, he parked his car and excitedly made his way inside with his loot in plastic bags. Basically all of his other questions had the same answer anyway: There was only one way to find out. He arranged the candles in a circle and put a circle of salt around the outside. Then of course the incense was placed at vaguely important-looking spots around his piece of impressionist art. He snapped his fingers when he remembered something else; the talisman papers. Ofuda, he remembered they were called. Now, supposedly, for them to work you needed to procure them from some sacred place instead of just drawing them on exam paper from a YouTube tutorial like Alex did. He had at least doused the paper in some holy water he’d bought online though, hopefully that was good enough. Unless the Christian holy water and Buddhist talismans didn’t mix? Oh well, no use worrying about that now. He breathed out and looked at the monstrosity he’d created. He’d already drawn some Nordic runes on the floor yesterday just for some added good luck and now he was wondering if adding a pentagram would help. “No wait, that’s for demons,” he remembered. Then he emptied the plastic bag and out fell the bell which he then put aside just in case he’d need it, though frankly he immediately forgot about it the second it landed on his desk next to a pile of books. He put his hands in the small of his back and thought for a moment, feeling like he was forgetting something. “Ah!” Alex scurried out of the room and returned a moment later carrying a full-length mirror which he plopped down on the floor next to the circle. It was old and gilded, something he’d inherited from his late grandmother. “Done!” He looked down at his bastardisation of several different methods and cultures proudly. “Yep. This’ll work. This time for real.” Alex sat down cross-legged with his hands on his knees in the centre of his amalgamation of a spirit-walking setup, loosening himself up and trying to relax. “Now, what was that again? Oh right; imagine there’s a rope outside your body and you’re climbing it. Your soul is climbing out of your body…..” He breathed out again, trying to calm himself further. ”Up and out, let’s do this.” A few minutes later and he had very little to show for it. A moment of irritation broke his concentration and he shifted uncomfortably. He opened an eye to peek at the outside world, only to be disappointed to see his bedroom and he let out a breath through his nose. This was getting annoying and he was getting tired. Maybe he shouldn’t be trying this so late at night anyway? He ought to be getting to bed but he’d really been looking forward to this all day and- *Crack* His head shot up at the loud noise, a wave of icy coldness flowing over him as he searched for the source. It was like someone had cracked a whip inside his bedroom. He blinked before his eye caught a glimmer in his peripheral vision, drawing his attention to the mirror. He carefully stood up and walked over to it, seeing that cracks had indeed formed along the surface of the mirror. He looked into the reflected world and was surprised to see a shifting, warped vision of his own room. It was like the glass panel was flexing under stress or perhaps made of viscous liquid somehow, moving like a living organism. He leaned forwards with his mouth open in astonishment, wondering if he’d been inhaling too much incense smoke or something. Looking deeper into the warped reflection he only then noticed that he couldn’t see himself in it at all. He was…invisible!? “Shit. I’m not dead, am I?” He looked behind him and gave a nervous laugh or two at what he saw: his body, still sitting cross-legged and upright inside the circle. He was outside of his own body. He scrambled back to it and reached out a hand but retracted it at the last second, thinking better than to touch his body. He could be sucked back inside for all he knew. Alex stood back up giggling and stuttering, running his non-physical hands through his non-physical hair. “It worked. It fucking worked!” Was it the candles? The Japanese papers or the runes or- well, it worked and that was the important part. Unlike a lot of people, Alex had no trouble believing in the supernatural. He was just more than anything surprised that he’d actually succeeded with something like this for once. He had to get one right eventually, he supposed. “Ok. Now what?” Maybe he should go exploring around? Could other people see him like this, he wondered? He took a few steps away from the circle towards his bedroom door but suddenly a red circle appeared a few meters out, manifesting a type of force field that blocked him from going any further. “Huh. I guess….not?” Instead of trying to get past it he turned his attention back to the mirror and approached it with his hand outstretched. When his fingers made contact the surface seemed to shatter at the point of contact and shards pushed inwards behind the mirror, flexing and moving like there was a hollow cavity behind the glass. It was completely painless so he pushed further and felt his hand pop through behind the mirror. The shards were bending like they were on hinges and it looked like basically anything could go through if it wanted. He grinned and took a deep breath. “Ok, ok. So, this’ll lead to another world right?” Despite the fluttering in his stomach he took a confident step forward, feeling the sharp yet oddly painless surface break around him to let him through. It opened around him like origami as he pushed through it- *Snap* He blinked and looked around, taking in his first few eye-fulls of another world or whatever this was. He was standing on a stone floor in some ruins, it looked like. Except that the ruins were devoid of dust and spiders and they had a completely chaotic architecture. Alex tilted his head as his mind tried to process what looked like an upside down staircase leading into a starry void. It was like the designer was some sort of omnipotent god with schizophrenia, unbound by what was possible in the real world and free to wreak havoc. The wacky platforms winding about needed no physical supports that he could see, free to hang around as they pleased. Everything seemed very brightly lit despite the dark void outside even though he couldn’t see any obvious light source and everything looked very- Liminal, was the word. The man tentatively took a step forwards, taking it all in for a moment before looking back at where he’d come from. From the other side of the mirror the opening was some sort of shimmering fissure that he’d be able to walk through if he wished. He smiled, confident in his ability to get back home once he was done exploring. “Man, I should be writing all of this down! I should bring a pen and paper next time.” He looked at all the strange structures and let out a hearty laugh in glee at the prospect of this new frontier in front of him, his laughter echoing deep into the depths of the structure. The paths criss-crossed and warped in ways that made his brain hurt when he thought about it too much. Once he’d traveled a bit and looked back towards the ‘entrance’ he realised that he was now somehow standing at a 90 degree angle relative to where he’d started. From the perspective of the entrance, he would be walking on the wall. “Huh. Weird.” The concept of gravity seemed to be pretty flexible around these parts. He looked over the side of the walkway he was on, staring into an abyss of inky blue that was streaked with colour and tiny white dots that could be stars. It seemed there was an empty void all around the structure. Actually, now that he was looking carefully it looked like there were floating islands off in the distance, little asteroids with things on them that he couldn’t make out. Was this structure he was traversing on one of those floating islands, then? He shook his head and kept going, curious to see what he’d find next. He didn’t need to travel far and he soon heard faint singing coming from up ahead that echoed through the surreal landscape. “What the…?” It was melodic, soft, eery and hauntingly beautiful. It was coming from a room up ahead. He stepped through the doorway to find a large pool of iridescent blue water that stretched the length of this part of the structure, giving off an almost mystical glow that bounced off the walls of the darkened chamber. Lounging inside were what could only be described as mermaids, which he of course found himself gawking at immediately. They were sufficiently pretty and also simply fascinating to look at. Beneath locks of bright red and green hair respectively their faces had patterns of aqua blue spots that glowed with bioluminescent light and shone with greater intensity when their voices hit the higher notes of their song. The structure and melody of their singing was completely alien and strange but utterly entrancing. “E-excuse me? Hello?” The beautiful creatures immediately stopped their singing and looked up at him in confusion and bother, noticing him for the first time. The one with hair the colour of kelp looked him up and down once before turning to her companion and whispering something in her ear. Without saying anything else, they drifted up from the pool and started swimming through the air like it were water before turning slightly translucent and luminous. They phased right through the wall like ghosts and an instant later they were gone. Alex felt a pang of regret at effectively having chased them away but that was soon eclipsed by his curiosity again. Were they spirits, he wondered? He wasn’t sure but that was the theory he was going with. So he’d found himself in some sort of spirit world, had he? How interesting. “Most of the denizens here know to keep away from this place,” said a soft-spoken voice from nearby, almost making Alex jump out of his astrally-projected skin. Alex flipped his gaze towards a window in the stone wall that separated him from that starry darkness beyond. Perched on the window sill there was a large bat-like creature looking down at him curiously. It was clad in dark grey fur and leathery wings and sported a muzzle with sharp teeth. Something about it was just different from the bats that Alex knew, something in its piercing stare perhaps. “O-oh?” said the human, taking this opportunity to have his first conversation with a being from this world. “And why’s that? To not scare away the mermaids? Or because the mermaids are dangerous? Or because….” He suddenly felt a pang of fear as he looked at the bat with suspicion. It chuckled at him when Alex started backing away. “Let me assuage your fears, my friend. I wish no harm upon you.” Alex stopped backing away, though he stayed vigilant. “Then why don’t other people come here? Also, what other places can I find in this- this world?” The bat looked at him strangely before smiling again. “You’ll see,” it answered after a moment. “It is up to you to decide on the worth of exploration, and what you’re willing to have it cost. The rules of this world are a touch more complex than what you might be used to in the human realm. Which is where you are from, yes, judging by your direction?” “Yeah, that’s where I’m from.” Alex scratched at his neck and shifted his weight from side to side. “Yeah I saw those ‘rules’ earlier, I was like…. Walking sideways even though I was still on the floor and stuff.” The bat tilted its head to the side. “Indeed. You should beware those here that can bend those rules to their will. There are some very, very powerful spirits to be found here and it would be best for you to stay out of their way.” Alex suddenly felt uneasy. “You mean they’ll try and kill me? Can they even do that? I mean I’m not like, physically here though?” “No,” the bat snickered, “very few will wish to end your life. But that doesn’t mean that they aren’t dangerous. They might, shall we say, take advantage of your defenselessness. Some of the other spirits can get-“ The bat paused and gave an unnerving smile, letting its teeth poke out over its bottom lip. “Well, I’d hate to spoil the surprise.” Then it stood up and stretched its wings. “Oh, and it is true that you are not here physically. However, you should know that one’s mind and soul can go to dangerous places just as easily as the body.” With that and nothing more, the bat creature jumped out of the window and glided silently into the darkness to leave Alex alone with more than a few burning questions. The fact that he’d just been talking to a sentient animal spirit thing wasn’t even his biggest concern. Maybe he should turn back? He had after all proven that entering this parallel world was possible and wasn’t that his whole goal anyway? Then again there was so much more to see here. “Yeah, screw that. I haven’t even started yet.” Regaining his confidence and still full of energy, he sauntered into the next room and was slightly disappointed to discover that it was just another labyrinth of surreal staircases and winding pathways, all within a large room roughly the shape of a cube. No mermaids or creatures of myth anywhere to be seen. There were platforms, odd nooks and crannies, narrow bridges and slabs of stone jutting out from the walls without rhyme or reason. There were doorways and openings everywhere and quite frankly the whole place looked like a three dimensional maze manifested from an optical illusion. All of it was made from the same uniform light grey stone that might have been cut from the same strange spirit-quarry. It looked abandoned and yet Alex couldn’t help but feel…. watched wasn’t quite right, perhaps not alone was better. Was that talking bat still flying around here somewhere? He sighed loudly at the prospect of needing to navigate all of this but then held his breath mid-sigh when he heard something pattering on the floor behind him. He whipped around and stared wide-eyed at nothing but empty space before hearing scurrying coming from somewhere else, followed by very mischievous giggling. “I-is anyone there? I’m not here to bother anyone, I’m just- just looking around. Ok, so we’re good?” Something moved and chittered on the warping walkway right above him, though he didn’t see what it was. Before he could try and make first contact again, something wet slapped against his leg like a large wet tongue dragging against his side. “Woah!” He yelped and looked down just in time to see some sort of creature, a knee height impish thing with sharp teeth and a wicked grin. It looked almost like a tiny draconic gargoyle and had scales of a marble-grey colour and complexion. It was even complete with little horns and a tail but what caught Alex’s eye was the large paintbrush tipped with pink that it was holding in one of its oversized hands. The man looked down at his leg and saw that most of the fabric on his pants on his right shin was now covered in bright pink paint. “Why you creepy little-“ He made to grab at the little gremlin but it expertly darted out of the way, retreating by leaping onto a nearby platform. Before Alex had a chance to go after it he heard more footsteps behind him and felt a wet splat on the other leg. He reached behind him to blindly make a grab for it but the creature cackled and easily evaded him. Alex waited, listening for any movement so that he could be ready to pounce when the right moment struck. When he didn’t hear any more pattering of little feet he looked down at his legs and froze. His pants were being burned away by green flames that ate away at the fabric yet gave off no heat, leaving him half-nude in seconds. More worryingly, what looked like fluffy pink feathers were sprouting from the parts of his skin that had been painted. “What the-?” His head whipped up with a fury and he started running along the path, following the cackling. Just when he thought that he was catching up he felt another cold streak against both of his now bare thighs from behind him. He spun around but only caught a glimpse of another imp scampering away. He glanced downwards and saw in real time as his skin grew more of those pink feathers, actually seeing the feather growth extend much further to encompass his whole thigh. Wait, that wasn’t all; his thighs seemed a little….rounder? He was brought out of his thoughts by a quick brush stroke that wet the small of his back and he whipped around angrily, staring at the grinning imp in front of him while he felt his shirt catch fire and disappear into nothingness. He glared at the little monster and it stared back insolently, apparently not in the mood to run away this time. Alex was about to make his move to grab it when suddenly he almost fell down as he felt unsteady, breaking his gaze away from the imp to observe his right foot shift and morph into a shiny black claw that lifted him off the floor. One of his legs was now fully feathered and much more athletic-looking than the other, causing the feeling of imbalance. He could see more feathers creeping across his skin around his midriff and subtly reshaping his body like clay. This distraction led to a few imps sneaking up on him from behind, then to several large imp hands wrapping around his legs before they effortlessly hoisted him into the air. “Wha-!” He looked down at the three imps below him that were cackling while watching him sail through the air. Eventually he contacted the ceiling with a solid thud and he expected to fall back down except- except gravity was inverted now? He looked up from where he lay on his back and saw the three imps grinning back at him as they stood on the floor, though from his perspective they were stuck to the ceiling. This place was weird. Then he felt something lasso his wrists and ankles and he realised too late that ropes were coming right out of the floor or ceiling or whatever it was through little crevices in the stone slabs. They held him fast and forced him spread-eagled, right before gravity inverted once again to leave him hanging from the ceiling. The ropes lengthened and lowered him down halfway into the room. “Ugh… I think I’m gonna be sick.” All of these gravity shenanigans were giving him vertigo. The three imps gleefully launched themselves upwards, seemingly not beholden to any of the laws of physics as Alex knew them. They landed on his chest and legs upside down and held their paintbrushes at the ready with a rather threatening aura. “W-wait guys, we can talk about this, right? See I-I’m just a tourist around here and-” One imp silenced him with a rather rude poke with a brush against his nose and mouth, smothering his pleas with a pitch black viscous fluid that obviously wasn’t normal paint. He closed his eyes, sputtering, and when he opened them again he saw a large black object between his eyes. A beak had just been painted onto him. “Oh shit! What are you doing to me!?” He panicked and started struggling to no avail, still held fast by the ropes in midair and he could only endure being molested by the imps and their brushes. The imps didn’t bother to answer him, instead clambering all over his helpless body and painting everywhere they could lay their brushes on. Alex didn’t like being treated as a canvas but he didn’t have much say in it at present and the imps were free to mould and reshape him in real time according to whatever artistic vision they had in mind. His waist, stomach, unchanged leg and head were all covered in long, purposeful brush strokes and the changes spread on their own to all the other places in between that the imps weren’t paying special attention to. His arms became warm and fluffy and his hands turned into claws, though he was to remain wingless. He was forced to close his eyes as his face and all his hair disappeared under a thick glob of pink paint, his hands painted shiny and black. The paint morphed into feathers and scutes and he opened his eyes again to a world with a few more colours than the one he remembered; his new avian face came with orange eyes and new vision. The imps crawled onto his back and feather by feather painted on a tail which Alex was shocked to realise he could actually feel like part of his body. As he felt them shaping him, moulding him, he noticed them giving attention to not only the general shape of his body but also some finer details they were painting on in random places. What those details were, he couldn’t tell. One of the imps cackled a little louder than the rest and Alex looked down at it. The imp was sitting on top of his legs even though from his perspective it should by all rights be falling downwards. The eternally grinning creature was twirling its brush between its scaly fingers before pointing down at Alex’s crotch. The man looked down and saw that his groin was one of the only things left untouched, still a fleshy human tube and balls dangling in the air. The imp swept its large brush across his crotch and then in one stroke- his genitals were gone. Alex did a double take with his new beak agape. Feathers grew in where the paint had been applied and now where his penis had been there was only perfect fluffy smoothness. Before he could process the shock properly the imps leaped off of his body to float in the air instead. Then they began painting right in the air, starting with an ornate golden rectangle and then painting a silvery sheet inside it. The paint shifted and solidified into a massive vertical mirror in which the world gradually came into focus. With this small breather he was graciously afforded, Alex at last stared at his reflection and at what he had become. Honestly he thought he looked pretty hot if a bit feminine, though right now he wasn’t sure if he’d qualify as entirely male either. Generous proportions but not too overdone, good body fat and in all the right places. The hot pink feathers and the lighter creamy streaks and highlights were a nice touch. If this had been the real world and he’d still been human then he would have considered applying as a model to a magazine or something. Alex turned his head to look at his new face. “Kinda cute….” he mumbled to himself. When it came to sexual attraction Alex didn’t really care much about gender and usually just went for whomever he felt like. If he ever saw a guy in his world that looked like this new bird version of himself, he’d probably try hitting on him. There were some smaller subtle patterns made of various different shades of pink and white and he guessed that those were the finer details the imps had been focusing on before. He had to hand it to them, each of them certainly had an eye. Still, he wasn’t exactly thrilled to have this thrust upon him without his consent. Before he got too lost in his examination to notice it, his reflection winked at him. At this point, Alex wasn’t even that surprised and just accepted it as fact when his reflection started taking on a life of its own. It smiled coyly at him, licking the sides of its beak hungrily before the ropes detached from its body. His reflected self then put both of its hands behind its back in the air and stared Alex dead in the eyes. It wound both hands back and gave itself a solid two-handed spank before looking up into the air in bliss with its eyes closed, taking Alex aback a little. “Where the fuck even am I right now…?” the real Alex whispered to himself. His reflection looked at him again and the background faded away from the mirror image to leave only his own possessed reflection and the ropes visible. The ropes started moving on their own and snaked around the reflection’s arms, legs and beak to bind them all down tightly. Despite having its beak tied off like this the reflection seemed like it couldn’t be happier and even gave Alex another seductive wink while it was hogtied and suspended in the air from a string like produce in a fancy grocery store. The ropes holding the actual Alex suddenly retracted and he yelped when he found himself freefalling right towards his smirking doppelganger in the mirror. Instead of a solid crash the painted mirror stretched like plastic wrap when he impacted it and came face to face with his bound and grinning reflection. Alex sank right into the “mirror” and it stretched around him and warped, wrapping the struggling bird inside the image of his reflection like a blanket. Eventually the film seemed to reach its limit; it snapped off and Alex dropped back to the floor again on all fours with a thud and a grunt. He quickly looked around him but his doppelganger was nowhere to be seen. Even the frame of the ornate mirror was starting to dissolve into nothingness. “What the hell. What the hell?” This was turning into a serious clown show. He looked at the grinning imps gathering around him again, balling his hands into fists. “Why, you little bastards!?” He kicked at the nearest imp but it predictably shuffled away just out of reach to rejoin the others, who all seemed to revel in Alex’s distress. With nothing else to do except pant in frustration, Alex gave himself another once-over. His figure was overall slimmer yet curvier in all the right places, with a rounder ass and thighs, smaller tummy and waste. He was also spared a certain lankiness that might otherwise have come from this new shape if he’d been any taller. He noted again that, ironically, he had the kind of build he would find attractive in someone else. Of course he needed to inspect between his legs next. He stuck his hand between his legs to feel around and found only smooth skin and soft feathery down where his genitals once were, reaching back further and further with the talons on his fingers to still find nothing. The skin around the area was soft and sensitive but not at all in the way it was supposed to be. He took a deep breath and tried to calm down. None of this bizarreness was real, he reminded himself. Well it was real, but it wouldn’t affect him in the real world. He hoped. He looked up and glared at the imps with a death stare, something his exotic avian face could admittedly do quite attractively. The involuntarily sexy bird started storming towards the nearest one but suddenly stopped when he heard more scurrying. A fourth imp was pulling itself over the edge of a staircase nearby, coming from some unseen place deep below. Then another appeared. Then another, somewhere behind Alex. “Uh oh.” Now he was really outnumbered. The next thing he knew he was being shoved around by large imp hands and pushed against a wall with his limbs held fast by a horde of evil little creatures streaming up from the depths. “G-get- off!” *Smack!* “Ow! What was that for!?” One of the little devils had mercilessly smacked him right on his bottom! It was a flat, full-handed spank that left a dull stinging sensation that was simultaneously painful and exhilarating, like a focused affirmation of his place. It was visceral, made all the more prominent by the large claw-like hands the imps had which were almost like flat paddles themselves. It seemed the imps were made for this kind of thing. Then came another surprise smack, this time on the other ass cheek and all the imps started giggling darkly. It sent a surge through Alex, made him lift up his tail feathers and caused a tingle to shoot through his crotch. Wait- what? He blinked and realised that if he’d still had a penis he’d probably be hard right now. Had they done something to him? Changed him somehow? Besides the obvious feathering and mirror voodoo. For some reason Alex’s body and mind were reacting quite favourably to this slightly sadistic treatment. Another loud slap and sting sharply derailed his train of thought and he gasped, feeling his fingers and toes curl involuntarily. Every time one of the imps gave him a hard spank then his rump grew slightly larger, a result of whatever strange power they had over both him and this world. He hadn’t noticed yet. What he did notice was that his mouth was starting to water and he swallowed, trying to collect himself. “S-stop that!” he squeaked. They let go of his arms and legs, apparently listening to him for once before going right back to pushing him around and a moment later he found himself forced onto the floor on his belly, held down by a pile of laughing imps. He grunted in effort and tried to move but once again he had precious little to show for the effort. Alex froze when he felt one of the imps trace a claw teasingly across the left cheek of his swelling rear. He twisted his head around just to see the imp lift its claw, ready to punish again. “Don’t you fucking dare- AHH!” Another sharp sting spread right through his middle and for a second the pain was almost sickening. God that was starting to hurt! Though once that second was over and the pain faded there was a deep, carnal throbbing inside his pelvis. “What the fuck…?” Without warning there came another strike against his booty and he cried out in pain before gasping in pleasure and then grunting in confusion. Alex didn’t know why he couldn’t help reacting in this way! Again and again, at random intervals, he received a solid and sharp spank on the rear and heard the chittering of the imps as they gleefully watched their prey’s bottom fill and expand a little more each time. With every successive hit his bottom wiggled with ever more mass and jelly-like consistency. He was almost starting to get the vague impression that each successive smack felt a little jigglier and almost fuller and further away somehow. By now his tail feathers were pushing straight up against his back, an involuntary reaction that Alex found a little embarrassing. Every smack made his tail raise to expose his vulnerable parts and it must have seemed to the imps like an invitation. Perhaps on some subconscious level, it was. Either way they certainly didn’t let the opportunity go to waste. Another spank, another surge and another grunt. After a few more, his beak was pressed against the floor and he was staring off into the distance. A dopey smile grew on his face that got slightly larger every time the pain from a strike on his exposed booty turned into a tiny dose of weird satisfaction. Eventually, bit by little bit, all of the inconvenient confusion started to melt away and he just lay there taking it. He almost started craving the wobble of his rear and the smacks of domination from the imps that always came when he least expected it. It didn’t matter that his feathery bottom was getting sensitive and raw, or that drool was dripping out of his beak, or that his eyes were getting unfocused or that he was minding the pain less and less. What mattered was that some part of him liked being shown his proper place in this strange world where he didn’t belong. Then he felt an imp sit down on his back with its legs dangling off on either side of his body. It giggled and started to massage his back and shoulders with surprising skill. This broke the spell over his mind and in a moment of lucidity Alex tried to look behind him again but he was quickly distracted by yet another soul-piercing thwack from behind. His immediate grimace faded into a blank expression and he relaxed into the massage he was now the recipient of, once more slowly slipping into a state of trance. The soft tenderness contrasted with the harsh smacks was messing with his mind, compounding with whatever else these monsters had done to him. “What’sssss happeninggggg to me…?” he slurred out. With every *smack* his whole body strained against the imps yet he remained restrained by them. “Nnnnnnguhhh…..” It was getting difficult to think about anything at all. The intensity of the physical sensations was preventing his brain from functioning correctly. Some other imps started teasingly running their nails through his tail feathers, a pleasant sensation that only served to emphasise the harshness of the inevitable spank. This continued again and again until he didn’t even notice the laughter from the imps anymore, barely even registering where he was. His eyes grew ever more glassy and his vocalisations grew ever more slurred and incoherent with every attention-demanding slap he got from some smug imp. It felt like this treatment lasted for hours but who could really say. Eventually though, it all stopped. By that time Alex felt like little more than a melted pile of feathers on the stone floor. He let out a slightly pathetic sigh but couldn’t string anything more together. The imps all banded together to lift the pacified bird off the floor and pushed him up to a standing position, where Alex struggled to remain upright on his wobbly legs. He didn’t resist the imps anymore, completely submitting to their whims now that he’d been broken in by their playful torture. Instead he just blinked and looked around bleary-eyed. All around the inside of the cube labyrinth there had gathered a crowd of hundreds of imps all coming out of the stonework to watch the show, sitting on ledges and hanging upside down and everything possible in between. The imps closest to him grabbed the unresisting bird by the calves and lifted him upwards. He just floated there, apparently now wholly unaffected by gravity. A single sharp smack against his bottom sent the weightless bird careening through the room with a bittersweet look of mindless bliss and delicate pain. When he reached the wall on the other side he was promptly intercepted by a few imps hanging on at angles that once again disrespected the laws of physics, though he didn’t notice that much in his current zonked-out state. The only thing he paid attention to was the smack against his ass flesh that sent him flying off into another direction, bounced around by his rump like a rubber ball. So it went for a while, the poor novice spirit walker being tossed around the room again and again and smacked around in a game of catch. Whatever they’d infused into him via that painted mirror was starting to surface and some interesting thoughts were taking root in his mind. …toy….need to be played with…..nice and defenseless….. “Guhhhh….” …… need to be dominated…..used and abused…. Despite the tears streaming down his cheeks, his dumb grin indicated his current state of mind. Even the occasional flinches from each smack were morphing into him sticking out his tongue and going cross-eyed instead. He didn’t really notice it when the scenery changed slightly when he was being maneuvered into a side passage that led out of the room. Alex was being pushed and pulled and spanked all the way into a very long corridor where he drifted in midair. It was a long, narrow rectangular passageway lined on both sides with imps that were grinning malevolently at him. They were lined up in pairs, one on each side, along the length of the hallway that was a slightly darker grey than the cube room he’d just been escorted from. It was only very far up ahead that there was a starry black void at the end of the tunnel. A moment later he felt two very familiar stings on both sides of his rear when two imps, one on either side, each gave him a sharp smack in sync to propel him forward. “Ahh!” Alex floated upright and spread-eagled right into the waiting hands of the next pair of imps, soon receiving another hard spank that pushed him further along at even greater velocity. With each successive smack from the few dozen pairs of the sadistic little monsters he kept going faster and faster, accelerated like a bullet with a rapidly warming backside in some sort of kinky railgun. Then finally he zoomed past the very last cackling pair that still managed to land a farewell present despite the impressive aim required to hit their target. Finally Alex was free in a sense, as he was spat out of the structure and off into the chaotic darkness of this spirit world with a muddled mind and bottom now throbbing with a vengeance. It was eventually the silence that started to gradually rouse Alex’s mind. He sluggishly began looking around, blinking a bit before he registered what was going on. “...woah.” He was like an astronaut floating through space, except that he didn’t need a space suit and this looked far weirder than what he imagined actual space would be like. There were streaks of purple and blue and the pinpricks of stars off in the eternal distance, cold and unreachable yet still magical and mystical. He looked back at where he’d come from; a floating island in space with crumbling grey ruins on top of it. How the hell am I supposed to get back? Actually, before he did that he wanted to take care of something else. All of that spanking, whether he liked it or not, had really gotten his motor running. Putting his hand down between his legs he reached for- Something that wasn’t there. His hand closed around nothing and he looked down to remember that that particular method of relief was currently unavailable to him. “Oh. Well that’s just mean! Fuckin’ jerks.” Now he was horny and didn’t even have a dick he could use to jerk off with. He hesitated for a moment, rubbing both his hands over his sore posterior. He frowned. “What the f…. Since when is my ass fun sized?” He wiggled a little and his rear shook with his hips and continued to do so under its own inertia for a moment longer than he expected. Alex blinked and looked behind him. Yep, it was definitely bigger than it had been right after his transformation. A forbidden, intrusive idea suddenly popped into his head. Experimentally, he drew both of his hands back and hesitated for just a second before slapping both of his cheeks at the same time. Hard. “Oof!” A familiar raw pain and powerful surge shot through him again and a few seconds later he realised that he’d zoned out and was sporting that same dumb grin again from before. He was looking upwards with his eyes closed, revelling in the exquisite pain. He shook his head angrily when he realised what he was doing. “That’s…..weird. Probably shouldn’t do that ever again. Anyway.” It wasn’t lost on him that for a moment he had looked exactly like his “reflection” did right before he was dropped onto that painted mirror by the imps. Hopefully nothing else would exploit his “condition” while he was here. Speaking of which, there was something coming up in the distance and he was heading right for it. Alex squinted and realised he could just barely make out the shape of what looked like another floating island in the darkness. “How many of these things are there even around here? Well, here's to hoping it’s a friendlier place than the last one,” he muttered while rubbing his bruised rump and ego.