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Obscure Treasures Ch. 6- A Dark Past

Late one night two men sat across from one another. Both were heavily engaged in a discussion on war plans and spoke in low, grave voices.

"...Yes, yes I understand, but, our spies have not been able to give us accurate information on the Shadow Fiends' plans, but an attack is imminent...I can feel it."

The voices of the two men carried through the wall into the next room where a girl was listening to their conversation intently. She had been eavesdropping on these late night meetings for months now and each one brought more disturbing news than the last. The two men were always the same, her father, Hart, who was the head of all government and military affairs and the captain of several divisions in the city's militia. The subject matter was the same as it always was; they spoke of the "Shadow Fiends." A group of corrupt beings that took great pleasure in ruthlessly killing, raping, or "converting" anyone that opposed them.

When an individual is converted, their mind and soul are all but drained from their body, leaving only a shell for them to mold into demonic slaves as they see fit. Their "master" is a merciless creature known as Samil. Those who have seen him and lived, have described him as half man- half snake and no one dares to question those survivors, so their claims are always concluded to be true. Samil and his fiends have terrorized the region for many years, some say it has been for one hundred years, others say a thousand. No one quite knows for sure but, one thing is for certain: Nothing with a soul is ever safe in his presence.

Tonight, Samil was the main topic of choice because in recent months, his aggressiveness has only grown more troubling and with each attack he draws closer to the region's capital. Rumors of an invasion were passed from citizen to citizen until a state of civil unrest rose within the public. This prompted an infiltration of his "base of operations," so to speak, and the spies sent to infiltrate concluded that he is amassing a large force seemingly for an upscale invasion aimed directly at the capital, but, these reports have yet to be proven entirely accurate.

"Why doesn't he let me join the militia? I'm just as good, if not better than most of the mages that they have already!" The girl seethed silently to herself.

She was told by her father that she was too young to join in the fight and she argued that there were plenty of other fifteen year olds that have already joined; he was just being overprotective.

"Maybe next year..." She said with a sigh, closing her eyes and listening in on the conversation again.

"-we need to hold a meeting tomorrow morning. Everyone needs to know of this development as soon as possible." Said the Captain.

"Yes, first thing tomorrow morning we will hold a meeting." Said Hart. "I can't help but feel like this will be much worse than anything that we have faced before. For now we should get some rest." "Very well, good night sir," Said the Captain.

"Good night captain, until the morning."

With a salute the captain was gone, leaving Hart in the silence of his sleeping home. Already thinking of tomorrow's events Hart made his way to his room. As he passed by his daughter's room he peeked inside and saw that she was fast asleep, or at least she looked like it, he knew for a fact that she had been listening in on their conversations for quite some time, but, he didn't let her know that. He smiled before stepping away from the doorway and walking down the hall to his room.

The girl lay there in silence, still deep in thought before finally drifting off to sleep, dreading the events that the morning would bring.

The man responsible for the entire region, referred to as The Grandmaster, held the meeting in the center of the thriving capital as suggested by Hart and the Captain. People were panicked, at first. Most jumped to the conclusion that they should evacuate, while only a small amount wanted to stay and fight, but, in the end, it was the Grandmaster's persuasive, empowering speech that won over the panicked citizens, much like they always did.

His speech was short but, meaningful. Every word was spoken with the intent of rallying the people, and to leave them with a greater sense of hope and strength. He hoped that this would be enough to show them the way to victory but, even he saw that the end was already here...

******************************************************************************** As everyone dispersed to continue preparations, Cyra stopped and looked to the sky. Something was not quite right. She saw nothing of course, but something was causing her to feel anxious and edgy.

"Mom, what's wrong?" Her daughter asked, concernedly.

"Oh nothing. Just thought.... I saw something... Nevermind me, let's head home. We need to get ready so that we can aid in fortifications."

Wading through the large crowd, Cyra couldn't help but think of how easily they could be attacked right now. There was more than half the population here, crowded and vulnerable. Seconds later, a massive explosion rocked the earth beneath them. They looked on in horror as smoldering rubble from a collapsing building rained down from above, forcing people to scramble for cover, and causing large clusters of people to trip over each other in a panic.

Moments later a woman pointed toward the sky and yelled something that Cyra could not hear in the deafening hail of fire. She followed the woman's finger and watched as hundreds of silhouetted figures came into view across the darkening sky. Now the frightened but, angered villagers had something to direct their rage at. Bursts of fire, electricity and energy tore across the black sky, both sides now locked in a deadly skirmish; hundreds were killed on both sides within an instant, however, their devilish enemy compensated for their loss with another flurry of fire, this one more dense than the first.

Cyra and her daughter had rushed for cover. They felt hopeful as they watched their enemies fall before them one by one. Unfortunately, any hope was promptly crushed once the sky filled with even more murky forms that were now descending upon the village. Explosion after explosion shook the ground as the shadowy demons fell upon them. This was not a takeover, this was an extinction. Watching with growing despair as the place she once called home was swallowed up by fire and darkness, Cyra knew she only had one option left. Run. Grabbing her daughter by the arm, she ran toward the forest, fearing the worst for her husband, and she took once last glance at the smoldering village she had left behind before disappearing into the dense wood.

"Mom?! What are you doing? We-we need to-"

"I'm sorry, there's nothing we can do- it's... all gone..." Cyra cut in, wanting to do nothing more than embrace her daughter and weep but, didn't dare. She needed to be strong for herself as well as her daughter.

Cyra heard the sound of rustling brush ahead of her and pushed her daughter behind her, shielding her with herself but, found that the source of the noise was only fleeing survivors and among them was her husband, looking very battered and weary. Both of them rushed to him, gripping him tightly but their happiness was not meant to last. No sooner had they reached Hart, the foundation that kept them together, their foundation was ripped away by an invisible force sending him hurling backward, toward the tree line until he fell in a heap, some yards away.

Rising into the air against his own accord, Hart was forced to look at his captor, but, wished he had not once he caught sight of Samil slithering toward him with a sinister sneer that chilled him to the bone.

"This was quite foolish of you, Hart. Leading me straight to the remaining peasants of this pathetic civilization." Samil said, enjoying the pungent scent of fear that emitted from his enemies.

Samil shifted his yellow gaze to Cyra and her daughter. "Ah, this must be your wife and daughter... So pure and so strong willed. Such perfect test subjects for my newest creations..."

"Don't touch them!" Snapped Hart, trying to come off braver than he really felt.

"Or what? There's nothing that can stop me now that you're beloved Grandmaster is now under my control." Said Samil as he made an upward sweeping motion with his fingers, suspending Cyra and her daughter in the air and bringing her inches from his face. He circled her, examining his potential property but, in his haste to claim his prize he had forgotten about the daughter who did not dare to move. Cyra shut her eyes and dared only breathe.

Her daughter, was shocked at first by Samil but, her shock was soon replaced by absolute hatred for this... thing that examined her mother, like she was property to be claimed. Meanwhile, Cyra had been conjuring a weak, undetectable shield around her daughter that would allow her just enough time to escape through a hidden portal. She had created it as a precaution when the rumors of an invasion seemed true enough to be fact and although she wasn't sure where it led; she was positive it would be far away from their ruined world.

Finally, her barrier broke the link of Samil's magic bonds, releasing her daughter.

"Holly! Run!" Cyra demanded. Holly, however, had an agenda of her own. In the instant she was released, she leaped at Samil, fiery anger driving her actions.

Holly's hands found his back, and she released a violent surge of paralyzing energy that coursed through her and into Samil's now convulsing form. The sudden attack forced Samil to release her parents, and they were soon on their feet, joining in, webs of electricity flowing from them to Samil. Now in a blind rage, Holly struck Samil savagely, but expertly. She figured his body could only sustain so much abuse; it was only a matter of time...

With their combined efforts Samil was finally brought to his knees before his most despised enemies. The end seemed near. However, as Holly was about to deliver the final strike, before she had time to comprehend what happened, Samil had vanished. Searching the densely wooded area, only proved to be useless. He had run like a coward.

"Show yourself, you coward!" Hart yelled, fed up with his games.

Laying her hand on her husbands shoulder, Cyra said, "Now's our chance. We must go quickly before he returns!" Hart did not respond. He was staring into the distance. Listening...

Without warning a smoldering mass emerged, punching through the dense cluster of trees. Holly turned and was met with the horrific realization that the thing was headed straight for her.

Her father rushed toward her instinctively, shielding her with his body, and he took the full impact of the blast. The two of them were launched across the forest a few feet, and Hart's body landed lifelessly beside Holly, who was clambering to her father's side. Shaking him and calling out to him desperately, Holly knew she was trying to rouse the dead. With no time to mourn, Holly was slammed into the ground by an invisible force that held her in place.

"How pathetic!" The bone chilling voice of Samil boomed, "We finish this now!" He exclaimed, raising his hands, fire burning in his upturned palms. With no time for her to react he fired at Holly, oblivious to Cyra until she sprinted from the side and stood in the path of his spell, deflecting the flaming orbs back into his face, making him stagger backward. He retaliated furiously with another barrage of fire, forcing Cyra to remain on her defensive as she enclosed herself and Holly in a magical barrier. Knowing she only had a few moments left with her daughter, Cyra knew what she must do.

Cyra turned to Holly with a sad smile and said, "Holly, I'm sorry." And with a gesture of her free hand, she summoned the portal meant for Holly's escape and trapped her inside.

"Mom! What are you doing?! Don't do this- don't give up-"

"Oh, Holly..." Cyra smiled. "I'm not giving up, I'm giving you a chance."

Tears welled up in Holly's eyes. She knew this was goodbye. "Mom.. Please..." She said shakily as the circle that had enveloped her began to whir and spin, gradually picking up speed.

"I love you Holly, more than life itself, we both do. Wherever you end up, just remember where you came from."

With great difficulty, Holly tried to swallow the lump in her throat and responded, "I-I love you too."

Their tender moment was broken by an explosion of fire that tore through part of Cyra's protective dome. The fire began to eat through the rest of the fading shield. Meanwhile, Holly's transparent, cylindrical prison whirred louder and spun faster, everything around her becoming a blur of color. The last thing Holly saw before she was transported to her unknown destination, was her mother's smiling face staring back at her and Samil's hideous form looming over her.

Flying. Holly was flying. At least that's what it felt like. Holly traveled through what she could only describe as a tunnel, with the only source of light being that of a soft purple glow around its entirety. A blinding yellow light appeared at what she assumed, was the end and she approached it at breakneck speed, until she was close enough to make out the details of what looked like a field of grass. Although she seemed to be approaching her destination, she showed no signs of slowing down and unsure what else to do she shielded her face and braced for impact. She hit the ground.

Holly's eyes snapped open and she shot up in her bed, damp strands of blonde hair clinging to her face. Drawing quick, shallow breaths, Holly brushed her hair back and looked around her dark room, then glanced at the clock, the blocky, red numbers on the digital clock read 5:30. Sighing deeply, Holly laid back down and closed her eyes. After fidgeting around for several minutes, unable to find sleep once more, and wishing that she had Eva and Megan to comfort her, she got out of bed. Swinging her legs over her bed and shivering as she stepped onto the cold hardwood floor, she padded down the hallway into the bathroom and noticed how much she had sweat overnight, decided on a shower. With her morning duties complete, Holly made some coffee. She was going to need a lot.

Sitting out on her back patio, looking out at her large backyard, Holly thought maybe she would keep it this way, no one would notice anyway and it was pleasant to look at. Her dream was still fresh in her mind; it all seemed so real. Unfortunately, she had been having the same one for years now, but, lately they had been more frequent and much more vivid.

"Samil..." Holly whispered angrily, "He's the cause of this... It's only a matter of time until-" Holly's thoughts were interrupted by the sound of the doorbell.

Wondering who it could be, she walked back inside, glancing at the wall clock on her way to the door which showed that it was only 6 am. Looking through the peephole on her door she was both confused and delighted to see Megan and Eva at the door.

"Megan? Eva? What are you doing here so early?" Holly asked as they exchanged affectionate greetings.

"Well we were both out for an early morning jog-" Megan responded.

"And we know that you are always up really early, so we decided to pay you a visit." Eva finished with a bright smile.

Holly took note of their form fitting attire. "I think you two came over here just to tease me with those clothes..."

They both responded with a laugh, then Megan shoved Holly playfully, "Where's the coffee at?"

After chatting for several minutes over coffee, Megan excused herself to the restroom, leaving Holly and Eva alone.

Figuring she could make this a great bonding moment Holly said, "You know, it's strange that you're my girlfriend and I barely know anything about you. Well, aside from your deepest, darkest secrets." Holly said with a mischievous smile.

"So you know ALL of my secrets?" Eva said, surprised. "Well, since you know so much already I suppose there's nothing all that interesting about me to learn aside from what you already know."

"I wouldn't say I know all of your secrets but, I know the most delicious ones. Besides, that doesn't mean I know anything about you as a person though, so don't sell yourself short, I'm sure anything about you is wonderful."

"Thank you for the compliment but, really my life had been pretty depressing and uninteresting up until I met you! This has literally been the best time of my life and it's all because of you." Eva said, her eyes filled with admiration.

"I know how you feel... My past life is not something I can speak about easily. And you have to give some credit to Megan at least. She did find you first after all." Holly said.

"Yeah, she has always been an amazing person..."

Megan soon returned , "Okay you guys can stop talking about me now..." she joked, sitting beside them.

Although Holly was enjoying the positivity that practically radiated from Eva and Megan, she could not stop the nagging at the back of her mind; she needed and wanted to tell them everything that had been on her mind lately. She didn't want this near perfect morning to turn sour because of her problems but, she needed to explain everything while there was still time.

Noticing the troubled look on Holly's face, Megan gave her a concerned look, "Holly? What's wrong?"

She looked into Megan's emerald eyes and knew there would be no more hiding from her past. Like a flood, the words poured from her lips, much easier than she thought they would, and she told them everything; literally everything she could possibly say about herself. Megan and Eva sat enraptured by Holly's tale, afraid to interrupt, even when she became teary at the mention of her parents and the destruction of her home. Finally, Holly's story came to an end.

"...So that's it. That's everything." Holly finished with a deep sigh of relief. "That had been hanging over me for so many years and I'm sorry to have burdened you both with my depressing life story. I've just been alone for so long. You two are the only ones that I feel comfortable enough around... "

"Don't be sorry Holly, we understand. No one should ever have to keep something like that to themselves for as long as you did. You're only stronger for having done so." Eva said.

"Thank you, really. That's precisely the reason I told both of you but, also because I'm afraid if I hadn't told either of you, then it would only harm you both in the end." Holly said. Megan opened her mouth to ask Holly what she meant but, she was quickly silenced once she began to explain; "I say this because I know he is getting closer to finding me everyday and he wouldn't think twice before he hurt anyone that I even showed one bit of affection toward."

"But how? How can he know where you are? And why would he wait so long to come for you?" Megan asked.

"That's the part that worries me the most, because I don't know. That's why both of you need go home and pack. You need to leave town until... Until I can finally end this." Said Holly painfully but firmly.

"But, why would we abandon you when you need us most?!" Megan responded, distressed. Holly stood and spoke softly but, sternly to the both of them, "I know this is hard to accept but, I don't know if I could live with myself if anything ever happened to either of you...I- I just want to be sure you are both safe."

After a few moments of silence Megan looked to Eva and nodded her head meekly.

Eva spoke up, "Okay Holly, if that's what you think is best..."

Holly gave a weak smile. "Trust me. This is for the best, at least until I have taken care of this."

Wrinkling her eyebrows Megan asked, "But where are you going?"

Holly paused as if to think about this and said "Home. I'm going home."

They ended up spending the day at Holly's house, simply enjoying each other's company but, eventually Holly had to send them home. As Megan and Eva were leaving Holly stopped them one last time, "Wait. Before you go, if he somehow manages to find either of you, no matter what, just do one thing for me... Just remember where you came from."

Megan and Eva exchanged confused glances, unsure of what to make of this but, simply nodded solemnly before departing. Holly had neglected to tell them that her mother had told her those very same words moments before she was gone. They meant a lot to her and she had stood by this phrase since then, never forgetting where her true home lay.

After a difficult good bye, Holly knew that it was only a matter of days before Samil managed to pin point her exact location, so she needed to leave as soon as possible and stop him before he had a chance to ruin this world as well. He would be drawn to magical auras, and hers was obviously the only one he would find. Searching her closet, Holly found what she was looking for; a leather-bound book that she had obtained during her travels but, there were no actual pages inside the book because it was used to store one item and one item only. A pendant, the only item she had on her when she first arrived from her world and she had not known its purpose until only a year ago, when she finally began to study it. It was a teleport charm that had somehow managed to slip into her pocket sometime before she was saved and she knew that it could only take her to and from one place. Her home world. She had been much too nervous and frightened to attempt this travel before but, today would be different. She would finally use it. Gripping it in her hand Holly took a deep breath before slipping it over her neck, immediately causing it to shine and become warm against her chest. Standing with her arms hugging herself tightly she waited for what seemed like an eternity, until she all but exploded out of her room and into an all too familiar tunnel.

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In an opening in the dense forest near Holly's home the trees swayed although, no wind blew and the air rippled strangely before a figure, shrouded in a black cloak, appeared.

Samil removed his hood, revealing his scarred face. Both his face and head were void of any hair, and his face bore a permanent, devious sneer. Samil slithered slyly through the forest, following the magical essence of Holly. It had taken him so long to track her down and he was not about to lose her. He came into a clearing where he was met by a fence that surrounded a large field which he promptly bashed through with ease. Making his way to the house in the distance, he arrived at a window and peered through it, discovering a room with what appeared to be a sink and other strange devices he did not recognize. All the lights were off but, that didn't stop him from phasing through the wall into the house. Sliding through the kitchen he made his way toward the stairs and he could feel the concentration of magic increase as he neared the peak of the staircase. He was presented with a problem, however. His lower body was not equipped to traverse these but, this was remedied with a few gestures of his hand. He now possessed human legs that gave him no trouble when he climbed the stairs to Holly's room, the door of which was wide open and inviting. Expecting to take a sleeping Holly by surprise, Samil stood at the foot of the bed only to find it empty.

"But how? Her essence is so strong here." He whispered to himself, "Well, maybe some of her friends around town will reveal her location..." Samil finished, delighted at the prospect of torturing some of the locals. As he left the house Samil saw some buildings just peaking over the horizon. He now had a destination.

Samil stood outside of a small shop that instinct had led him to and he was greeted by a young woman behind the counter as he walked inside. Samil looked around the small interior and was joyed to see that it was completely deserted, save for him and his prey. Samil laid his eyes on the young female and was entranced by the vibrant blue glow of her eyes and the gorgeous face that housed them.

"Oh yes, she will be perfect..." Samil whispered to himself.

Amy watched nervously from behind the counter as the strange man approached her, he was dressed in a strange black robe but, her attention was mostly drawn to his hairless, hideously marred face. Something about him made her very uneasy.

"Hello sir, is there anything I can help you with?" Amy asked, her voice shaky with fear. His voice was strange and chilling, it vaguely reminded Amy of the hissing of a snake.

"Well, now that you mention it I am looking for someone. Her name is Holly, she has fiery red hair, she's about five foot five, and her eyes are gray with small flecks of green. Surely you would remember her eyes?"

Amy remembered her very vividly, she showed up the same day that that strange raven haired woman came in and locked herself in the bathroom. However, Amy was very reluctant to tell this man anything. He was just plain creepy and she couldn't in her right mind help him in his search so she simply smiled and shook her head,

"I'm sorry sir but, I haven't seen anyone by that description around here. It's a small town so if she lived here I would have seen her around at some point."

Samil's devilish smirk widened. He knew she was lying and even though his patience was wearing thin, he kept as calm as ever. Shrugging he said, "Oh well, I suppose I will have to look elsewhere." But, instead of turning to leave, he continued to stare at her, enjoying the scent of her fear. After he was sure she was sufficiently terrified, he said, "Yes, you are perfect."

Amy was now visibly trembling with un-contained fear and was surprised when she found her voice ask, "What did you say?"

Samil crept closer to the counter until he was inches from her face and Amy found that she was unable to move, unsure if she was frozen with fear or because of other sources, "Oh, nothing, just rambling..."

A thin trail of green vapor left Samil's mouth as he finished his sentence. Amy watched in horror as the vapor traveled straight into her parted lips.

Finding that she could move once more Amy backed away from the counter trying to put as much distance as possible between her and this horrid man, "Wh-what did you do to me?!" Amy demanded fearfully.

Samil backed away from the counter and sat in an empty chair, "You will see soon enough. I do hope that you enjoy your gift."

Amy then felt an incredible burning sensation throughout her body as the strange gas began to take effect. The pain quickly subsided however, and became a dull throb that focused on her hands. Tentatively, Amy raised her hands to her face and watched as her hands grew with each throb, her fingers sinking back into the expanding flesh. Her shining, red fingernails cracked as sharp black claws burst forth violently from her shortening fingers. The bottom of her hands began to itch fiercely and she scratched at them helplessly, not noticing that the soft skin was flaking off , only to be replaced by a rougher, darker equivalent that was more suitable for standing and running on. The underside of her fingers and the palms of her hands swelled, shifting into black pads more suitable for her soon to be paws, with claws capable of tearing someone to pieces with little effort. She found that she quite liked the idea as strange, violent thoughts poured into her head.

Managing to tear her eyes away from her still growing paws, Amy turned her attention to her now expanding hips which strained against her jeans painfully, the bones audibly grinding as they stretched wider. She was not going to allow this soulless... Thing, to watch her as she transformed into nothing more than a mindless animal. Amy leaped across the counter awkwardly, her widening hips causing her jeans to tear down the sides while simultaneously almost throwing her off balance as she dashed for the bathroom and locked the door.

Leaning wearily against the door, Amy slid to the floor and sobbed into her paws. She felt hopeless, defenseless against whatever evil had begun taking over her body. All the while, her hips continued to shift and crunch as they reshaped to lock her into a four legged stance, a stance that she felt compelled to take.

A hypnotizing voice in the back of her mind whispered to her, Give in... Give in, it will feel so much better once you do...

Jamming her paws against her ears, hoping to block out the voice, Amy opened her mouth to scream but, the scream caught in her throat as a stabbing pain tore through the inside of her mouth; her gums felt like they were on fire. She felt an unrelenting urge to look at herself in the mirror, hoping that this was all part of a terrible nightmare and that she would only find herself looking back at her normal reflection.

Holding on to her fleeting hope she tried to stand, attempting to ignore her inability to stand up straight, Amy made her way to the mirror and leaned on the sink, holding herself upright with her paws. Baring her teeth, Amy did not like what she saw. Her gums were now a purple-black hue and as she ran her tongue over her teeth a strange taste filled her mouth. It was blood. She had cut her tongue on her teeth. She was unnerved to discover that she was relishing the taste; she wanted more. She NEEDED more. As if in response to her desire for blood, her canines grew downward into vicious fangs that both frightened and excited her. Then, suddenly assaulted by a stabbing pain that shot through her face; Amy winced and shut her eyes, trying to block out the pain. Amy felt her face pulse and push outward, forcing her now swelling nose to the front of a growing muzzle. The pain was almost unbearable, yet the voice in her mind told her to enjoy the pain and she listened. She opened her mouth involuntarily, her broadening tongue falling out of her mouth as she panted without control, the pain of her shifting legs now brought pleasure in place of discomfort. Her legs were now visibly straining her jeans with burgeoning muscle and with a *pop* bestial feet burst through her shoes, growing claws shredding her socks.

Staring back into the mirror, Amy cried out in surprise at her bestial appearance; she bore little resemblance to her former human form. She both hated and loved the sight. Few human features remained although, even these were changing as she stared at the impossible sight before her. The whites of her eyes clouded over with a misty red, her pupils bursting, and pooling into her blue irises. The colors merged, creating a demonic, crimson hue. Amy's vision became hazy and red, adjusting to their new position on the sides of her head. Her ears lengthened, developing pointed tips and shifted to the top of her head. Her neck thickened and her shoulders broadened, ripping her shirt, which fell in pieces to the floor. Her exposed breasts heaved with each quick breath and her heart thumped in her chest as her rib cage cracked and expanded, thick muscle building on her barreling chest; her breasts shrunk back into her chest and were replaced by small nubs, teats, that ran down her stomach.

The sink she was using for support began to creak and groan under the pressure of her growing body, separating partly from the wall as her body thickened, her pants finally giving way as her haunches completed forming. Amy, meanwhile, was fighting a battle of her own, the voice was becoming louder and more enticing. She found herself welcoming the thoughts that were being planted into her weakening mind.

Embrace this gift. With it comes more power and pleasure than you could ever imagine. Leave your past life behind. Forget everything. You live to serve your master, you live only to breed and protect. You are my servant... Amy now recognized the voice as Samil's but, she didn't care.

"Yes..." Amy said in a gruff voice, giving into her new form.

The sink finally gave way under Amy's hulking form, shattering as it fell with a crash onto the floor, and she dropped to the floor as water sprayed onto her skin. She shivered as a thick layer of black fur raced across her body, her skin becoming warm with arousal once the fur reached her nether region. Her tailbone extended and a tapering, hairless tail with a red spade at the end swished back and forth. She felt the walls of her sex swell and moisten, her labia reshaping into a distinct triangle shape, more suitable to her canine form. It felt unnaturally hot and moist but, oh so good. Amy's conscious mind was swallowed by darkness at this though, leaving her with more simplified patterns of thinking. Breed and protect.

The beast's sex quivered and dripped with arousal. She needed to breed.

"Oh, you turned out much better than expected." Samil stated, now standing in the doorway of the ruined bathroom.

His pet came to his side without conflict giving him a chance to admire his handy work.

"Ah, what's this? You are quite an eager one, aren't you?" Samil said, tracing the lips of his pet's swollen sex, coaxing a low growl of approval from her. "Well, we will just have to find a willing volunteer to help you out... And I think I know just where to find one..."