The fat merchant lay sobbing on the floor, clawing at the locked door, stretched out in front of it, unable to rise to shattered knees, unable to stand, he simply clawed and cried, a forgotten ruin of himself.
On the table in front of Yuri Alpha, the twisted sisters who crossed the wrong king… and ironically, his daughter, did what they did best. Myne lay whispering into the elf's ear. "Where can we find him?" While with every word, Clementine pushed a stiletto deeper into flesh. He howled in pain, but didn't say anything.
"What kinds of dogs does he have?" Myne would ask as the next stiletto was being pushed in through a kneecap.
"My sister and I can make this last for weeks… months… this isn't even the worst, this is foreplay, and we don't even need to do it, mental domination will tell us everything… but she wants you punished…" Myne whispered into his sharp elven ear and pointed to Yuri Alpha.
"You took her children and she takes that seriously. But for us, this is a game… a game we haven't played in years… in a minute, I'll break out the fire. I used to burn your kind alive, back when I fought the Pope. I helped break her soul, make her a monster… what do you think I'll do to you." Myne giggled with happy insanity… "Unless you tell us what we want to know."
The elf paled when Myne revealed her identity, and she saw the breach in his eyes, 'I win, sister.' She kept her giggle to herself just as a stiletto pierced the elf's right knee.
"I don't… I don't know where his cabin is! I don't! But he has… he has a stall where he sells his meat! He's there every few days, track him! Track him back to his cabin and you'll… you'll find the children there I'll stake my life on it!" He yowled in pain, arching his back away from the sensation when Clementine snapped his wrist.
"That isn't worth much, you're already caught!" Clementine cackled, then added, "But… good. We'll do that. We'll do that." Clementine and Myne walked away from the half ruin of an elf to where Yuri Alpha stood, waiting expectantly.
"Lady Yuri… should we go watch for him? Or would you like to send agents of your own?" Myne asked the question with her hands behind her back, her eyes straight ahead, every inch the squire she once was.
Clementine looked at her little sister's posture out of the corner of one eye, 'She's grown up a great deal since I used to hold her head under water until she stopped moving.' She suppressed the smirk in front of the battle maid's stern expression.
Yuri considered it for a moment… "Go get him. But…" A very small hint of a smile took shape on her face, "I think you deserve a reward, if you have the courage to take it. It may hurt…" she raised a finger in front of herself, "It may not work… but if it does? You will get what humans truly crave. More importantly, what you truly crave."
Clementine and Myne traded a questioning look.
"Will we be able to wreak havoc again?" The pair said in unison.
"For us. Yes, you will." Yuri Alpha answered, "Now come with me." She said when she saw twisted smiles spread, catlike over their similar faces.
With nothing for it, they followed, casually kicking the broken merchant into the wall and shattering his spine into fragments before the door closed behind him, leaving him motionless but for the tears and quivering lip that told of his pain to the uncaring room and his less than uncaring companion.
Myne knew where they were going in short order. "We're on our way to see the demoness, aren't we, Lady Yuri?"
"Yes. She's more than just a torturer, she's a researcher, and she wanted subjects for an experiment. That would be you." Yuri Alpha replied as they made their way toward the lab.
"What… kind of experiment?" Clementine asked with a faint, uncertain little frown.
"Myne, you recall the spiritual heteromorphism the Slane Theocracy used to manipulate Remedios into becoming a butcher?" Yuri Alpha asked by way of answering.
"Yes, I thought it was nonsense…" She began, only to stop when Yuri shook her head.
"Our master recognized this in some humans, it appears that some humans are born with spirits that don't fit the common stock, spiritual heteromorphs like these, they can understand common morality, but it is abstract. They are not bound by common conventions." Yuri explained while her crisp steps cast echoes over dark stone and shadow about the hall.
"Most, my master puts down as problems, some however, some are intelligent. They are capable of being useful to the last supreme being, a great honor, I would add. However they remain too weak for great effectiveness." Yuri Alpha remarked and glanced over her shoulder toward them with a long, pointed stare as if to say, 'Yes, you both are too weak.'
Neither woman chose to contradict it, given their capture on one hand, and death on the other, it couldn't be argued against. So they followed. "That brings us to the matter of your utility and reward. You will assist her in an experiment at morphing your bodies to fit your natures."
That left them in silent contemplation until they walked through double doors that were familiar to Myne at least. The demoness was in fine form, her gold skin almost glowing from the pale white light coming from the dark stone walls. A table laid flat and ready with secure points for the limbs, waiting with fasteners open in anticipation of use.
The demoness wore a white coat and her bat wings fluttered with pleasure, a fearsome smile that was somehow joyful, the smile of a monster who loved her work. "One of you lie down on the table." She gave a sharp toothed grin and pointed to Myne, "You first, you're one of my favorite playthings, so I guess I should do you first." The long dark hair bounced between the base of her great wings and her talons clicked on the table as she rapped her fingers in place.
Myne glanced toward the door and the table, 'There is no way of getting past either one of them alone, let alone both, and even if I did, where after that could I go that I wouldn't be caught?' With no answers to be had and no solution to the problem, she closed the few paces of space between herself and the table and laid herself down on it.
"I suppose this will hurt?" Myne asked rhetorically and licked her lips very slowly.
"Oh yes. Like nothing I've ever done to you." Vanysa gave a sadistic chuckle and latched the woman down.
She then went to a small container and drew out some blood stained spotted fur.
"If I am right, well… you'll see." She laughed and opening up part of Myne's shirt to expose her belly, thrust her talon in at the belly button. A scream of pain and pleasure ripped out of the woman as talons tore in, curled, cutting apart more of the insides, and then tore out, ripping a chunk free. The demoness then took a glowing blue crystal and slammed it into the hole she'd just made, and covered that with the strip of spotted and bloody fur.
Myne wanted to thrash and send out more piercing screams into the air, her breasts heaved with labored breathing and though that urge to scream only grew as a fresh pain began to take shape, she felt her body begin to lock up.
Clementine watched with interest as her one time favorite plaything began to change. The glow spread out over skin, and where the skin turned blue, the fur followed, muscle began to thicken, skin tighten, there was an audible sound of snapping and cracking bones.
Secured as she was, she could only thrash in futility as her hands were covered with fur and grew, while her nails expanded into sharp, deadly claws, at the head, the fur spread to her jaw. Her lips grew and expanded outward, and while gained the urge to scream, it was no longer her own. Instead she let out the scream of her new beastial namesake. She felt her ears receding and new ones take their place atop her head, her skull shifting open to allow them a place before it would close again. A long tail sprouted and dangled down off the edge of the table.
Then it was done, Myne lay panting, the sound of her cries and the echo of her pounding and crashing against the table died down. All that was left was heavy breathing… from the wereleopard that lay on her back.