As I lay on the floor of the old dusty floor cold, nude, and alone, my life flashed before my eyes. It was hard enough being a versatile bisexual still in the closet. It’s worse if you are a wimpy fat college teen. No matter how posh your college is, you will always find bullies who take pleasure in beating others up.
I studied hard to get into the Imperial College of Management with a full scholarship. Most of the students were from rich families. I grew up in an orphanage. The rich kids loathed us. Even the teachers were prejudiced. The bullying was horrid.
My villain was Rupesh Dutt. Unlike his name, he was an ugly toad with a physique barely different from mine. The difference between us was his monthly 5 figure pocket money from his rich ‘widow’ cougar mother. I worked part-time in data entry for mine.
I was always in the hostel, so easy target. The bullying included but was not limited to wedgies, swirlies, streaking, caning, and abusing, all of which the warden considered harmless hazing. But this time, it went too far.
It was the beginning of summer vacation and the end of the financial year. So I had more paperwork. Hence more money. It was midnight when I returned, and the warden wouldn’t let me in. As I sat out there, a Ford nearly ran over me, hadn’t I jumped. It hit the gate instead.
A drunk Rupesh stuck out his head from the driver’s window.
R: Look what you did, you son of a bitch. You need to pay for this.
Before I knew it, I was stuffed into the car trunk by two goons. I felt every bump and dip in the road. In about 20 minutes, I was dragged out of the trunk. I recognized the place. It was an old, run-down mansion in a secluded area. The locals believed it to be haunted, so they avoided it.
The goons dragged me into the house. On Rupesh’s order, they stripped me nude and got me on all fours. Rupesh got on my back, stuffed my mouth with my shirt, and used it as reins. I could feel his weight breaking my spine.
After some time of joy ride, he left the shirt and grabbed my hair.
The goons were laughing at the freak show, spanking and kicking my ass. I crawled past them. My tears dripped to the floor. After suffering so long, my limbs gave out.
R: You dirty scum. You are not even strong enough to take a bit of weight. I know what you need. I’ll beat you into shape.
After saying that, they started kicking and stomping at me. I could do nothing but scream out in pain as my body turned into shades of red, blue, and black. As if not feeling dominant enough, Rupesh stomped hard on my genitals. I cried out for help that never came.
R: Be grateful. I am doing you a favor. There is no need for balls when you lick your rich boss’s feet in your future. Unless you hide a vagina in between your legs, you, Slumdog, will never rise to the top. Now let’s give you some practice for getting screwed over.
The goons held me down on my belly, and I felt something cold on my asshole. As I realized what it was, Rupesh rammed the unopened beer bottle into my ass. I screamed as it was pushed in deeper into me. They kicked it in as much as they could as my ass bled and farted.
As I laid there, sobbing seemed like they were over the fun already. They stood up and, as a parting gift, decided to bathe me with their piss. I had given up. As they drove away, I laid there ready to die. I prayed to God, the Devil, and even the ghost of the house to kill me already.
M: You humans really shouldn’t throw away your gift of life so easily, you know. It’s something Negima like us crave for.
I thought I was hearing an angel of death or simply hallucinating. It was a pleasant voice, but I could not recall it a second later.
M: Huh? You, humans, aren’t supposed to have that shiny thing in you, aren’t you? Let me help.
I felt my body float up weightless as something felt pulled out the beer bottle from my ass. I felt a little energy rush through me. I was lowered down to the dusty floor against the wall. I opened my eyes to the most beautiful woman I’ve seen sitting nude cross-legged in front of me, glaring at me in curiosity.
Early rays of the dawn were streaming through the holes in the roof. In the light, I was getting even more confused by the woman’s appearance. She appeared to be glowing. It was as if her face, figure, and complexion kept changing. But I felt a strange feeling of ecstasy as I stared at her.
P: Are you an angel here to take me to hell?
M: Oh, honey. Heaven, hell, God, Devil are all human concepts. I am a Succubus.
P: Are you here to take my life?
M: Hey, I don’t feed off of your life if that’s what you mean. No one who ever came here listens to me. They run away at the sight of me. It’s been decades since I talked to a human. Ok, boy, tell me your story.
I still thought I was hallucinating while I was slipping into death. So I told my life story. She lidded to me intently. I felt at ease with her, like talking to a best friend.
M: This Rupesh is an utter asshole, isn’t he?
P: Sorry, I never even asked your name.
M: No one ever bothered to ask me anything. I don’t have a name, but I like calling myself Mayamohini.
P: Beautiful name. If you like, I will listen to your story however long I am alive anyway.
M: Wow, no one has ever shown any interest in my life. From the beginning then. Beings like me are created from a concentration of human emotions. The emotion we Succubii are born from is lust. Men think we are sluts for them to fuck. But in reality, we can only stimulate others’ bodies to feel horny and feed off their lust. That was my job in the afterlife.
P: Then how did you get stuck on earth?
M: Some king summoned me with the help of some dark magic by some priests looking for a celestial whore. He thought he was too good for his 20 wives and concubines. In my full divinity, all the women turned mad with lust. They rode every man nearly if not to death. Thus began the legend of the Haunted palace.
P: Then why did you stay?
M: I can’t leave! The ritual that the idiot king did bound me to this palace. And as this palace crumbles, so does my life force.
P: So sorry. It looks like I am to beat you to the afterlife. I wish I could help you. I feel like my life has amounted to nothing till now.
M: It doesn’t have to. You could give me company. Unlike inanimate objects, I can modify your body easily. Even internally make you into a completely different person. You can start anew. I only want you to visit and talk to me. Is it a deal?
Still believing it to be a hallucination, I chuckled in agreement. Suddenly my body felt weightless again, but now I felt each wound in my body being caressed. I was pretty sure I was floating as I was glowing like Mayamohini. When the glow subsided, I was on my feet, and all of my body was now healed.
I pinched myself to make sure I was not dreaming. My first thought was to run away screaming, but I felt awfully close to her after her whole story. I sat in front of her.
P: Wow. You are amazing. How can I ever repay you?
M: I told you. Visit and talk to me till the day this house crumbles and I get erased.
P: Can I help you change the place you reside? I don’t want my best friend to die.
M: There is a way to change hosts, but the house needs to be next to this one. And again, the women will go mad with lust.
I wanted to keep her alive. As I sat there thinking, a wild idea came to my mind.
P: How about me? Can you possess me?
M (shocked): Why? You may die from the process. Even if you survive, your body will be in continuous flux. Even your gender may change. Because of that, your seed won’t work either. I will be a constant voice in your head.
P: I am not afraid to die anymore. As for my body, I don’t like this flabby body anyway. I always wanted to know what it felt like to be a woman. Anyway, I am sure we can figure out how to control the transformation if we work on it together. It’s like you will be a part of me. I always wanted a family, only if you want to.
M: Oh, I want to. The only family I had was in the afterlife who we could visit together after the end of our time. If you are still willing, lay back.
As I laid back, she slithered over me. She suddenly burst into the dust, which swirled around me, lifting me and got absorbed into my body. Then came the pain. I writhed as I felt every inch of my body twist and turn. I screamed aloud, but I couldn’t even recognize my voice.
The pain continued for what felt like years, unable even to pass out. But I endured. In the end, I fell to the floor. It was night now. When I looked down, it felt weird. My body was a jumble of different skin tones. I had grown taller, had chubbier thighs, a long penis, and massive boobs.
My face was feminine but with a mustache and beard. It was like I was some sick lab experiment. I was really hungry. On instinct, I ran to the back of the palace, got out, and jumped to land on a mango tree branch. Only when I had eaten all the mangoes on the massive tree did I realize what I did.
I had run and left with skills I’ve seen only in movies. That’s when I heard Mayamohini in my head.
M: Oh, I am so glad you survived. Honestly, I didn’t expect any of us would.
P: I never expected so much pain, also this much body modification. But I am happy we did it. How long was it?
M: It has been a week. Now we need to train your body to adapt to my curse and powers.
P: Powers?
M: Yes, as you just realized, your body has a lot of strength now. Your body will change how you want it to change. If you want to be fast or strong, you can be in an instant. You will also be able to modify your body features, including gender. But you cannot do the same for other’s bodies.
M: For others, I can only boost their hormones, but it will be harder. All of that only if you can learn to control this power. Also, as part of me residing in you, you will have the mark of the succubus, a tramp stamp on you.
P: Then, my dear, in no way are you a curse. You are a blessing to me. I feel like a new being. I should start anew. I’m not psyched at being the same dork I was. I want more, and I need a name to symbolize the same.
M: Hmm. Since you were reborn in a palace, why not ‘Prince?’
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