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The Demon
By Anna Na Maus
This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents
either are the products of the author's imagination or are used
fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead,
businesses, companies, events, or locales is entirely coincidental.
If you are offended by Trans stories please don't read any further.
This is a short story that just popped into my head one night. Anyone
who has read my other works will know that I try and maintain a high
degree of realism, that is not the case here. This is my first attempt
at a TG Horror story so I would love to know what you think.
The story was first published on my website-
https://anna-namaus.wixsite.com/mysite
- as a part of my blog.
Now then, as they say, on with the story...
I was very pleased with my costume. This year I had a bet on with Billy
over who could produce the most flamboyant outfit that a drag queen
would be proud of.
It was the towns Proud of Pride festival and there was going to be a big
parade through the town with lots of floats and people dressed up. This
festival is just like the real Pride festival that we hold at the start
of summer each year. Only this time the participants are not Gay,
Lesbian, Bi-sexual or Trans. We just dislike the way that they are
treated and every year this is our way of saying that we love them all
and to say thank you for everything that they give to the community.
This year I was going to be on one of the main floats so I had gone all
out on my costume. I was wearing a pink velveteen leotard over sheer
pink tights and a pair of ballet slippers. I know ballet slippers aren't
as sexy as heels but I have been doing the parade for three years now
and heels take too much out of your feet. On my back, I had the most
amazing set of semitransparent sparkly wings in the colours of the Pride
rainbow. At the moment, they folded up behind me but at the tug of a
string resting on my skirt they would open up, each side into three
sections, spreading out to give me a wingspan of about three metres. It
was very impressive. The skirt that I was wearing was also made of pink
velveteen to match the leotard, around its rim was an inflatable ring
which was joined to a second rim at the waist by six inflatable spokes.
None of them were very big, only about a centimetre in diameter, but
they were enough to hold the material of the skirt out and to make it
sway sexily. At the back of my skirt was my piece de resistance, my
tail. Sixteen separate pieces, each measuring eight feet in length
rising up from a little shelf hidden in the waistband of the skirt. The
tail feathers could be held upright and together so that they sit neatly
with the wings, or they could fan out to make a display. They could even
drop down to allow the wings to flap, of course that only worked well in
the air, or on a ladder as I was intending to do on the float.
We had all met up outside the leisure centre to get ready for the
parade, there must have been twenty floats in the carpark and around
three hundred people in various costumes milling around. We had gathered
on the edge of the main group to settle the bet. Jenny, the most
beautiful girl I had ever met, was going to be judging our costumes. If
I'm honest, I was a bit disappointed with Billy's costume, he'd gone for
the whole Tina Turner thing and, while it looked pretty good, it lacked
imagination. Jenny positioned herself at the bottom of the slope, about
twenty metres from where Billy and I were stood. In turn, each of us had
to walk down the slope, make a slow turn in front of Jenny and then go
back up the slope. Our friends would stand at the side cheering,
guaranteeing that a crowd would gather.
Billy went first, he tried to do a Tina Turner stomp down the slope but
his high heels meant that he started to lose his balance so that the
stomp became a stumble which he turned into a run rather than falling
flat on his face. The small crowd howled with laughter as his heels, and
gravity, won out and poor Billy ended up in a heap at Jenny's feet. His
stomp back up the hill had a lot more attitude.
It was my turn next. To begin with I kept everything folded, the wings
were closed around the tail and the skirt hung loosely over my thighs.
It still looked like a reasonably good costume as I slowly walked down
the slope, wiggling my bottom just enough to look like I was trying.
Only my sister and I knew that I could do a much more outrageous wiggle.
She had spent the last three weeks teaching me how. As I neared the
bottom of the slope I released the valve that inflated the skirt using a
small canister hidden under the shelf at the back. Then I released the
wings and tail letting them open to their fullest extent. The reaction
was just what I wanted. Oohs and aahs came from the crowd as my full
grandeur was revealed for the first time. This was followed by several
camera clicks and catcalls. I added a full bum wiggle to set the skirt
swaying seductively just as the reaction slowed so that I got a whole
new round of responses. It was perfect. So was Jenny's face, she was
grinning all over
"Ladies and Gentlemen," she called as though she was calling a proper
competition, "Without wishing to offend our valiant loser, I am sure
will all agree that there can be only one winner of todays bet." The
crowd, which was now quite big, cheered as Jenny continued. "That winner
is, of course, our very own Robbie Miller." I tried an awkward sort of
curtesy as the crowd cheered even more. Even the defeated Billy was
applauding and smiling as he, carefully, made his way back down the
slope. "So," Jenny wasn't finished, "which of you gorgeous creatures is
going to let us in on the details of your little wager?"
It was Billy who answered, a smile on his face, "It is quite simple," he
said, "on Monday the loser, that is me, will be spending the entire day
in the losing costume. Which, of course, means that I will be attending
college this way." He paused for a moment and then, with an evil grin on
his face, he added, "It is a shame that Robbie won really, I would've
loved to have seen Old McAllister's face when he turned up to college in
that lot."
Not surprisingly, the whole crowd agreed with him and chants of "Do it
Robbie," "Go Robbie," and the like began to rise above the general
murmur of the crowd. There really weren't many options open to me so I
made the best I could of the situation with a promise that I would join
Billy on Monday only if our float raised more than ?250 during the day's
festivities.
Before we set off on the hour-long parade I thought it would be prudent
to go to the toilet. Normally it wouldn't be an issue, there are plenty
of places along the route where a guy can nip off for a minute. But with
my costume that was out of the question this year so I headed off to the
outside changing rooms. These changing rooms are basically four changing
rooms in one so that they can be separated if competitive games are
taking place or used as one big changing room for events like todays.
I pushed open the main door of the changing rooms expecting the
automatic light to switch on as I did so, but nothing happened. I held
the door open letting in as much daylight as I could, the foyer to the
four changing room doors looked clear and I was sure that light would be
restored when I entered the changing room proper. I pushed the door wide
and then began to cross the floor, hoping that I would make it before
being plunged into darkness. I did, comfortably. Unfortunately for me
there was no light in the changing rooms either. I fumbled about on the
wall trying to locate the switch, but when I did nothing happened. Of
course, by now the outer door had closed and the whole place was in
pitched darkness. I wasn't scared, I'd used these changing rooms every
week of the football season for the last six years so I knew my way
around. I was a little worried though, the thought of getting out of,
and then back in to, this costume in the dark was not appealing and I
was really needing to go. I headed to the toilets at the back of the
changing room, my knowledge of the room and my need to pee making me go
too fast. So when my foot came in to contact with the bag left
carelessly in my path I went flying, and not in the graceful way that my
costume would suggest. Oh no, I went down in a heap of wings and tail-
feathers; arms and pink shiny legs everywhere. Just as a door opened.
Maybe I was disorientated from the fall in the dark, but the door
seemed to be in the wrong place. I stood up quickly trying to sort my
feathers into something akin to normal, hoping that the newcomer
wouldn't notice. As I fiddled I took a look at my new companion and my
first thought was "What a rubbish costume for a Pride parade." The
person in the doorway was wearing what looked like an oversized witch
doctors mask, it looked tatty, badly decorated and frankly, cheap. I
could just make out his legs, sticking out from either side of the
pointed bottom part of the costume. But I couldn't see his arms.
"The lights are out," I said, feeling foolish as soon as the words left
my mouth. "Is there a switch near to you?" The newcomer said nothing,
"Hey, I asked you a question," still nothing. "Come on man, I really
need to get a move on, a bit of light would really help." Finally he
made a noise, it wasn't a reply as such, more of a tuk-tuk noise with a
few clik-clik sounds thrown in.
As he made his noises the light behind him went out. It wasn't a gradual
darkening as though the door closed, it just went from light to dark in
an instant and I couldn't see a thing. I didn't see how, in a
nanosecond, he made it from the doorway to me. But he did. The first
thing I knew was, as the darkness enveloped me a pair of cold, almost
slimy hands, gripped my upper arms and I could hear soft, tuk-tuk and
clik-clik sounds.
"Hey," my retort was indignant more than scared, "what d'you think
you're doing?" More noises. "Listen pal, I don't know who you think you
are but I would advise you to take your hands of me right now, and chew
a mint because your breath stinks." Nothing but more noises from the
stranger so I tried to get physical. The result was a relatively long,
considering the size of the room, flight through the darkness ending
with a bone crunching smack into the wall that left me winded and
slumped on the floor.
Instantly the arms had hold of me again and I was dragged away from the
wall until I was flat on the floor.
"What do you want?" there was no indignance any more, now I was scared.
The stranger made more noises and I felt his tongue probing my ear.
"Gross, cut it out man. I think you may have gotten confused in the
dark. I'm a guy, and I don't swing that way." For a moment, the noises
sounded like a chuckle, but he didn't stop, instead the tongue slid
across my face and into the other ear. At the same time I felt a hand on
my chest, rubbing the pink velveteen fabric of my outfit, but my arms
were still being held in place. I began to panic.
"Look, whoever you are, please stop this. I am a guy." My fears were
growing, fast, and through the panic I had a horrifying moment of
clarity. This wasn't a person attacking me, I had no idea what it was,
some sort of creature I suppose, but it was not human.
I tried to struggle, wriggling and thrusting to try and shake the
creature off but my struggles ended as pain ripped through my chest
under the creature's hand. I screamed. Soon after his hand moved to the
other side of my chest and the agonising pain was repeated. I slumped
back to the floor all the fight gone from my muscles. Now all I could do
was plead, which I did, words mixing with sobs as my situation became
both weirder and worse.
The creature's hands moved down my body slipping beneath my back,
seemingly without raising me off the ground. At first all that I could
feel was the cold clamminess of the creature's skin, from both sides the
chill moved inwards, at the same time I felt the creature trying to
force its way between my legs. I begged for it to stop and willed my
legs to stay closed, but neither happened. More pain ripped through my
body, a searing pain in my pelvis as the creature forced my legs further
apart than they were designed to go and a sharp stabbing pain at the
base of my spine. The creature continued making its strange tuk-tuk
noises, for a moment sounding slightly distracted. I took hope from its
lack of attention and desperately tried to move my leaden body, but it
was all to no avail. I felt the now familiar coldness travelling up my
spine as the creature moved its hands once again, then I forgot all
about it. Something hit me right in my ball sack, something hard.
"Please," I was fully sobbing now, in all my life I had never been as
afraid as I was in that moment, "please, I'm a man, you can't do that.
Please let me go." But all the creature did was make more, tuk-tuk
noises and continue to poke and prod at me with his appendage. To begin
with I half expected him to move lower to find my anus, but he didn't.
Indeed, he didn't seem to have any interest in anything other than
banging his member against my body. It was beginning to cause me
discomfort, I could only imagine the pain that it caused him. At least I
hope it caused him pain.
"Please, don't you realise I'm a guy," I continued trying to plead with
the creature but it seemed deaf to my begging, either that or the words
were unintelligible, buried beneath my sobs.
A new pain shot up my spine, cutting short my pleas, and causing me to
arch my back into the air for a moment. As I thrust upwards the creature
pushed in the opposite direction, only this time there was no banging
together of bodies. This time I felt him enter me, pushing through the
pink velveteen material and my genitals as though they had ceased to be.
I lay there, whimpering quietly as I felt my body shifting to
accommodate his member, short sharp bursts of pain followed by unwanted
sensations of pleasure as he brushed against my newly formed innards.
There was no fight left in me now, a combination of pain, fear and shock
had rendered me completely useless. My brain tried it's hardest to shut
out the evidence of what was happening, but nothing could totally blank
out all the contradictory feelings and thoughts that were bombarding it.
At one point, I would have sworn that I felt my wings feebly flapping
beneath me.
Horrified, I could feel my body beginning to enjoy the punishment that
was being meted out to it. My nipples were tightening and getting hard
in a way they never had in the past, small waves of heat were beginning
to spread from my groin and I was beginning to lose breath. But at the
same time I wanted to scream and run as far from this place as I could.
As my whimpers began to turn into moans I felt his organ swell and
tense, stopping for just a moment before it began pulsating and jerking
sending a cold darkness into the depths of my soul. It was all that I
could take and I fell into unconsciousness.
I don't know how long I lay there for and I don't know if I was out the
whole time, but I do have a memory of the creature talking to me.
Somehow, I could now decipher its strange sounds.
"You not a guy, you're a Faerie now. My spawn needs a strong mother and
human women too weak."
All that happened just over six months ago, or so they tell me. It's all
still a bit of a blur to be honest. Jenny and Billy have tried visiting
a couple of times but they struggle to cope with my wings. Apparently,
that was the pain I felt, the wings and tail of my costume stopped being
costume parts and became a physical part of my body. Doctors tried to
remove them during the early days after my ordeal, without success. Now
I had fully functioning faerie wings and a long, feathered tail that
helped my stability during flight. Yes, I could fly. According to the
tests they did there is no logical explanation for this phenomenon, but
then there is no explanation for any of it. If you hadn't realised I
have breasts as well, big breasts with big nipples, and they are getting
bigger every day. They are also pink and have a velveteen texture, most
of my body is covered like this. Only the lower part of my arms are the
same colour as the people I see every day in the place that I live now.
Even my vagina is pink and velvety.
Hopefully I will give birth soon, I don't like carrying this creature
inside of me. The doctors don't know if it will be 9 months like a
normal human or something completely different, but until it comes out I
am going to have to remain in this place under constant watch of men
with guns.
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