
"She knew she was in big trouble when the chanting started. She had no idea what the demonic words meant or what the runes are that started appearing around the bloodied pentagram, but the raised hair on the back of her neck and the bristling of her tail told her that is it bad news. She stared at the demonic choir in apprehension, wondering what messed up curse they will place on her, and then the chanting suddenly stopped...
...there was a few seconds of silence. She looked around in confusion, the words begin to form in her mind asking why they stopped, but before they could form a sentence, she was interrupted by the most loud and horrible wailing she ever heard. Suddenly, the pentagram under her erupted in a geyser of wicked souls shrouded in demonic energy so intense that it violently lifted her off her binds and pinned her in place in the middle of the air. Then she felt it, she felt the wickedness of myriad of souls wicked and damned flow into her, and she felt the hatred of a thousand demons flowing into her uncontrollably, violating her and defiling her soul. She tried to scream in pain, but the force of the wicked souls had taken the breath away from her lungs and the voice from her throat. She tried to look around for any sign of salvation, but the power of demonic hatred intruding upon her body flowed uncontrollably through her and blinded her with an intense light from within. She truly was damned then and there."
art and flavor text from https://www.weasyl.com/submissions/ladyfuzztail
Category All / Transformation
Species Squirrel
Size 1280 x 905px
File Size 370.8 kB
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