Mere Mirror
#4 of Mirror Peer
"This?" Berold snorted, pointing at the covered object. "This is what did it?"
"Yes," Renata said with a nod.
"This..." Berold mused, taking a step towards the object. When he felt a soft hand on his shoulder, he turned his head towards the source and frowned. He looked into Renata's eyes and brushed her hand away dismissively.
"Magus..." she said softly.
He growled and turned his attention back to the object. He walked up to it and placed a hand upon the dusty brown cloth that concealed it.
"Magus," Renata repeated. "This is--"
Berold pulled away the cloth and let it drop to the stone floor. What stood in front of him was a mirror.
"A mirror," Berold said. "This is a mirror."
The High Magus closed his eyes for a moment and then opened them. He turned to Renata with a smirk on his face.
"And it's not even magical." He folded his arms across his chest. "And you're telling me this--" He motioned to the mirror. "Changed this region's Overseer and an employee into...how did the report put it?"
"'Lusty, lesbian lizards," Renata said with a deep sigh. "Humanoids."
"Lusty?" Berold chuckled. "Lesbian?"
"The report was very..." Renata gulped. "Specific."
"Yes, yes, I read it. I didn't believe it myself until I saw it. I've heard of strange curses but this sounded like a joke."
"It's no joke, Magus. The mirror--"
"The mirror," Berold said, sneering. He turned back to the mirror. "The mirror did nothing. The mirror was the joke. Someone changed the Overseer, a disgruntled worker or perhaps a rival, not this mere, mundane...mirror."
Berold reached a hand towards the mirror.
"Magus!" Renata shouted.
Berold touched the mirror. He held his breath for a moment as he laid his hand on the mirror's cool, reflective surface. When nothing happened, he laughed and looked back to Renata.
"You see, Undermage," he began. "There's nothing to fe--"
The words died in Berold's throat. Renata was no longer there. The room was the same, but Renata was just not there.
Berold tilted his head and narrowed his eyes. He returned his gaze to the mirror. Staring back at him was his reflection, the image of a balding man who wore fine robes gilded with all manner of arcane runes, nothing more, nothing less. Berold harrumphed and stood up straight, smoothing out any creases in his robes. He surely looking worthy of his position and power that which was granted by reputation and riches.
"Renata?" he called, hazarding a glance over his shoulder. He looked to the door, but it was closed. It did not seem probable that she had left in the moment before he had touched the mirror. Then what was the cause? Perhaps, he mused, the mirror was magic, undetectable even by his considerable means.
He focused on the mirror again. He gasped. Something was different about the reflection the mirror offered now: directly behind his mirror version stood a creature taller than he, a humanoid lizard. Although his reflection's position obscured some of its features, he could see that it was completely nude. It stood on two legs with a digitigrade stance, its arms by its side for now. Faded yellowen scales graced its body except for grey scales between the collar bone and below to the belly. Berold lifted an eyebrow as he spotted features that marked the creature as female, two pert breasts that rested squarely on its chest. If he hadn't seen the changed Overseer and employee before coming to the mirror he would've been surprised at seeing such a mammalian trait on what appeared to be a reptilian creature. The humanoid lizard seemed to smile with her very lizardlike visage as she flicked out her forked at him as she stepped closer to his reflection. It stood still for a moment, impossibly staring into his eyes from within the mirror. Berold himself remained motionless, curious what was to happen next.
The lizard woman flicked her tongue out once more and then took a step forward. She wrapped her arms around his reflection's chest and curled her spiny leg around his lower left leg. Berold grunted as he felt an invisible force act upon him in tandem with the lizard. Before he could react, the lizard laid her head upon his reflection and flicked her tongue out. He shivered as she licked his ear, somehow affecting him despite not even being truly there.
A little worried now, Berold began to mutter the first words of a spell that might spirit him away from the room. Before he could finish the spell, however, the lizard brought a taloned hand to his mouth, silencing him. He sputtered, trying to get out a few words of an even simpler spell. At this, the female moved to his reflection's front and lowered her head. She lowered her head and gave him a lizardy kiss, inserting her tongue into his mouth. His eyes widened. He could feel her phantom muzzle on his face, and he could certainly feel her tongue upon his. Despite the situation he began to feel a little aroused. As if on cue, the female brought a hand to his crotch and gave it a squeeze. He groaned in pleasure and arousal. Berold almost became lost in the carnality of it all, but his mind refused to give up so easily. He lifted his hands, ready to make whatever delicate motions were needed to cast a spell, when the lizard brought herself closer to him. As a result, the sudden pressing of soft phantom breasts obstructed his hands. Instead of casting a spell he ended up squeezing the invisible yet substantial breasts, causing the lizard to hiss and shiver.
The lizard ended the kiss, bringing her head back to stare into Berold's reflection. She removed her hand from his mouth, instead choosing to cradle the sides of his head in her talons. Realizing his opportunity, Berold meant to recite the teleportation spell when he felt a surge of something go between the contact between him and her. His concentration was lost as his ears simply melded into his skull, leaving him without external ears and only small openings for hearing. Faded yellowen scales sprouted at the affected location, quickly spreading and subsuming his head's skin. What little hair remained on his head shed off.
Berold blinked, mouth agape. The lizard hissed, sinking her claws deeper into his changing cranium. Berold winced at the pain and almost cried out in pain when she dragged her claws to his cheek. He actually did whimper as he felt his face contort. His nose vanished when his skull elongated into a reptilian snout, leaving him with two nostril slits for smelling and a wholly inhuman visage. Inside his mouth his teeth sharpened and many more grew in to make up for those missing. His tongue thinned while forking out at the end. The lizard lowered her talons to his neck and gave it a careful caress. Immediately Berold's neck thickened and faded yellow scales multiplied across it until from neck up he possessed similar features to the creature changing him.
Berold blinked again, his eyes turning pupiless as they darkened totally to black. The vision before him was horrific. A portion of his snout was now ever present in his vision, but that was not the worst part. No, in the mirror his reflection show true, displaying his large, lizardlike head on a still very human body. He had actually been changed and he doubted it was going to end here. He had seen what had become of the Elven overseer and his employee. He would not end up like they had, not if he had a say about it.
Awkwardly articulating his new mouth, Berold attempted to speak the spell one more time. This time the lizard did nothing to stop him, for the effort was futile anyhow. What came out of Berold's mouth was nothing more than reptilian hisses that were bereft of the power and meaning the words were meant to have. Thinking quickly, Berold pulled away his still human hands and began to make the motions of casting. The lizard's smile deepened as it caught his arms by the wrist, immobilizing any further motions. He struggled, but the invisible force was impossibly strong. The lizard shook her head as she rubbed her talons on his gloved hands. Feeling the same force as before, Berold could only watch as beneath his gloves his hands shifted, fingers elongating and ripped apart the gloves as they grew out into clawed hands like the lizard's own. When the skin on his arms suddenly felt cold, he wondered what had happened until he realized that the scales had claimed another part of his body. He let out a hiss and pushed against the lizard. In response, the lizard pressed back with surprising force. Overwhelmed, Berold fell onto his back and she followed, straddling atop of him.
From her new higher position, the lizard let his go of his hands, allowing them to fall to his side and leaving her hands free. She used this freedom to snag a claw at the top of his fine robes. Berold whimpered as she tore through the expensive clothing, ripping it finely in half down the middle. She pushed the ruined vestments away, leaving Berold in only undershirt and underwear. Dropping her gaze to his crotch, the lizard grabbed his underwear and gently pulled it down. Berold shivered as his erect member was exposed to the cold air and shivered again when invisible claws teased the tip of his manhood. In the mirror the lizard repositioned herself forward, dipping her crotch low to his. Realizing what was about to happen, Berold readied himself.
In the reflection, the lizard lowered herself onto Berold's shaft. In reality, Berold lay still as he felt his member enter a phantom pussy. Even though he couldn't really see what he was penetrating, he could feel it--gods, he could feel it. The lizard moved up and down on his shaft, stimulating him in way he never thought a pseudo invisible lover could. Despite the fact that he was less human than he was a few minutes ago, despite the fact that he knew he was doomed to become something else entirely, he enjoyed it. The pleasure clouded his mind and he enjoyed it so much that he barely lasted.
Not even more than a minute after it began, it ended. Berold moaned and orgasmed. His manhood twitched, spilling his seed into the air. He panted heavily in the aftermath of it all as the lizard removed herself from his mirror peer. On her knees, she crawled backwards and lowered her head until her reptilian muzzle was level with his spent member.
"Pathetic," she hissed.
Surprised and finding it quite unfair that she could speak, Berold propped himself on his scaled elbows just in time for her to wrap her tongue around his manhood. He groaned, his member still feeling quite sensitive. In fact, it felt even more sensitive than before. He closed his eyes and hissed as his partner caressed his member with her tongue. Without vision, he couldn't see as it shrank under her ministrations, shaft dwindling and testicles pulling up tight against his crotch. Grey scales began to cover his nether regions, spreading upward to a thinning stomach. Lick after lick diminished his member until it was a mere shadow of its previous size and his testicles were already gone, pulled into a sudden split in his crotch to be converted for other processes. Even then, he was able to come one more, a pathetic discharge that the lizard licked up before his manhood disappeared forever into freshly formed folds, the only remainder of it existing as a small nub above his--_her--_new sex.
Berold's eyes shot open when he felt something penetrate her for the first time. The lizard's invisible but substantial tongue pressed into Berold's pulsing pussy. The newly minted female moaned in a softened tone even as her clawed hands scrabbled to touch her sex and confirm the change. Not only was she now female, but her abdomen was completely covered in scales, only her legs remaining untouched by the changes. She shuddered as the lizard's tongue pushed further into her. The lizard's intrusion seemed to further develop her crevice so that a passageway burrowed between her womb and slick sex. Berold was on the verge of female orgasm, an oddity considering she had experienced a male one only moments ago.
In the mirror the lizard leaned forward, arching her back and giving him a nice view of her rear as she reached for Berold's hips. Securing her grip, she pulled them away from each other. Though nearly numb from anything but the pleasure, Berold was able to see as her hips widened to childbearing (or was it egg carrying?) proportions, her waist subsequently pinching in while the rest of her form softened in a slender sense, gifting her with curves.
The lizard suddenly removed her tongue from Berold's sex, leaving Berold gasping and shivering, her orgasm denied. The lizard massaged Berold's thickening thighs, eliciting the formation of scales there and spreading below to her legs. It was not long before the former male's legs shifted to support digitigrade walking, toes on each foot merging until she had three talons per foot.
Just as Berold was about to recover some form of rational thought was when the lizard placed over hands on Berold's upper chest while simultaneously stabbing into Berold's needy pussy with the tip of her tail. Berold shuddered as the lizard went to work. She squeezed Berold's flat chest, coaxing the flesh into sensitive lumps. They began small, barely noticeable, but soon swelled and swelled until they matched the size of similar mammaries hanging above them in the reflection. The lizard lowered her chest so that their breasts mashed together, giving Berold the first feel of how truly sensitive her new assets were. This combined with a few further strategic pokes and prods with the lizard's tail got Berold to her highest point of carnal pleasure.
With a screech Berold climaxed and came to lie back on the floor, quivering. Her tongue lolled out of her mouth and her breasts heaved with each heavy inhale and exhale. The first orgasm had temporarily wiped away any desire but to be pleasured by the mirror lizard but this second female one had left her mind nearly blank. It became increasingly more difficult to recall her name while the curves of her feminine form, her pendulous breasts, and the lack of substance between her crotch became more and more familiar. It was easier to think of herself as a lusty lizard lady than a male who wore odd garments and thought himself out of the reach of higher magicks. While she lay there trying to mentally get a hold of herself, a thin tail slithered inconspicuously out from the base of her spine, reaching under her plump rear past her wet womanhood and to beyond her clawed feet.
Feeling no outside force on her, the faded yellow-scaled female lizard sat up. She blinked her pupiless black eyes for a few seconds until her gaze fell upon the mere mirror in front of her. She saw herself in the mirror and no one else, just a curvy lizard woman who looked somewhat fatigued. She got to her feet and staggered towards the mirror, admiring the view of her sexy form. She held a claw out towards the mirror and her mirror peer followed suit. She hissed lustily and then their claws touched.
"Magus?"
The lizard heard a voice from behind her and she didn't know why. Hadn't she been alone a few moments ago? The mirror refuted this, however. The lizard lady could not only see a human female standing behind in the mirror, a concerned expression on here face, but herself as well. Oddly the lizard found herself wearing something, a heavy and hot robe that was so, so uncomfortable. She happily tore it off and the clothes underneath until she was completely naked, as she was meant to be. Denuded, she turned towards the woman whilst proudly displaying her bare breasts and sensual form. She repeated the same lusty hiss from before and took a step towards the woman, groping one of her breasts while she did.
Undermage Renata took one look at the totally bare lusty lizard lady that had been Magus Berold only a moment ago and then gave the mirror a quick glance. She thought for only a second before coming to a quick decision.
The female lizard looked on in disappointment as the woman ran from her advance. She let out a disappointed growl as the woman disappeared out the door, but then paid her no more mind. Instead, she set her gaze back to the mirror and the beautiful creature on the other side.