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Helluva-Ing All Over The Boss | Moxxie TF
This is a request for https://www.furaffinity.net/user/dinolover4242/ !
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Twas a dark and quiet night in your secluded house in the middle of the woods. That didn’t get you down though, you found solace in the isolation out here…no one was around to bother you while you partook in your studies. Studies of the dark and mysterious, the occult.
And after months of studying and preparation, you were going to attempt something massive. You were going to summon a demon.
This was an incredibly well thought out decision that most definitely will not have any adverse effects on your life. Certainly.
Anywho, tonight was the perfect night to finally engage in your debauchery. The wild blew hard and cold, there was no chance of any unwelcome guests breaking up your concentration, all had fallen into place. Now was the time.
You waited until three-o’-clock in the morning, then headed down to your stereotypically creepy basement.
After psyching yourself up for a little bit, you quickly got to work drawing an inverted pentagram with salt that you had painted with red food dye in order to be extra edgy. Once it was fully constructed, you knelt down in the middle of it…then you began to chant while rolling your eyes into the back of your head. That part added nothing to the ritual, but it looked cool so you did it anyway.
“Obsecro desine me interrogare ut fabulas scribas ex hac stultorum ostensione stupri fundata.” You chanted over and over again.
The more you chanted, the more the energies of the hellish beyond began to make themselves known in your basement. The pentagram began to grow a devilish red, the wind from outside began to whip around you, billowing salt all around, and the corpses and hostages you had in the basement underneath your basement began screaming in terror. You realized you had forgotten to feed them today but that wasn’t important.
You began to float a few inches off of the ground as the chant continued, you could feel the unwelcoming energy of the place beginning to spike as you kept it up….but then all of a sudden…
“Fundata- AAACHOOO!!!” You sneezed. All of the salt blowing past your face had finally gotten to you. In that moment, you felt all of the energy that was building up flow straight into you. Your blood ran cold as you floated further off the ground…you remembered this from your studies; if you sneezed while summoning a demon, instead of summoning one…you would become one yourself.
You dropped back down to the ground unceremoniously after that realization, and everything went silent. You tried to let yourself calm down…maybe it was just a fluke? Maybe that was some misinformation…
That rationale would immediately be dispelled when you looked down at your hands. You watched with wide and fearful eyes as your grew longer and more pointed like claws. Your skin also began to turn hellish red. The new crimson pigment started to spread down your arms rapidly. You fell back into the salty pentagram, rapidly and anxiously trying to scrub away the redness. It was no use though, it was a part of you now. You eventually stopped trying to scrub for fear that you would cut yourself on accident with your now claw-like fingers.
You clutched yourself as tight as you could, trying to maintain your hold on your morphing body. Such a fool you were…in all your studies, you should’ve known that the best thing to do in these moments was to submit. It was pointless to resist, the energy had already taken ahold of you, and it was going to alter your pathetic mortal form however it saw fit.
You let out a shriek of pain in the next moment, for your head was suddenly overwhelmed with pain, primarily in your ears.
While your actual ears were left untouched, merely reduced to holes in your head, the external parts of your ears tore away from the holes and began to move up your head, eventually settling at the top where they began to reshape into a cylindrical form. You immediately clasped your hands around the disturbing, squishy lumps which began quickly hardening into tough keratin. It didn’t take long after that for the growths to grow even more. No matter how hard you pushed downwards or how tight you held them, the growths continued growing in unimpeded. Eventually they began to curve downwards, and sharpen significantly at the edges, leaving you with fully-fledged, demonic horns.
You slowly and arduously managed to get onto your hands and knees, where you looked up into the air around you. “Stop it! Please! I’m sorry! I know I shouldn’t have toyed with y-you!” You pleaded with the invisible force, tears streaming down your face.
But your desperation only seemed to amuse the invisible force, as you were suddenly shoved back onto your belly. Following that, what felt like two intangible fingers were shoved into your mouth. The rough and calloused air jerked your head up, forcing your mouth open. You attempted to move yourself back up, to lift your arms and smack away the ghostly hands, but you found yourself completely paralyzed.
Through your tears and protests, you felt a pair of fingers began to pinch your teeth and pull down on them (And vice-verse for your bottom teeth), causing them to grow and sharpen. The force took its sweet time doing so, relishing your cries of torment as your human identity ebbed away more and more. Soon your mouth was full of razor-sharp fangs. Your body loosened up finally, and you were able to stand up finally. Your throat was beginning to hurt from the screaming, and your eyes burned from the tears.
“P-Please…” You whimpered, looking down at yourself. But then your own thoughts began to confuse you…for now your remaining human traits looked odd, like they didn’t belong.
“Wh-What’s going on-? I- This isn’t right!” You said, clutching your head and trying to resist the growing power of these new thoughts…thoughts that told you this was all right, that you were simply turning back into who you always were, that this was meant to be.
And while you did that, your hair began to take on a vastly different color, turning a bright white and becoming much more scruffy and wild, almost like a short mane.
“Urrgh…” You murmured as your resolve began to broke. One-by-one, slowly but surely, you began to let go of all your human memories, dismissing them as nothing more than misremembered mandela effects that meant nothing. You had been stuck in that human body for God-knows-how-long now, that force was merely releasing you from your fleshy chains.
“Y-Yes…gotta keep changing, gotta get my body back.” You said. Your fearful tone was vanishing, being replaced with a more confident, assured one. Your true memories began to resurface too, you remembered you worked as an assassin-for-hire at a service known as I.M.P. You remembered your partners (remembering an imp by the name of Millie above else), and you remembered your true name finally.
Moxxie.
Once that came back into your memory, it was like a switch went off in you. The memories of your human existence vanished like dust in the wind, and you were eager to change back into what you were meant to be.
You felt your legs began to twitch and hurt. With a pained smile on your face, you looked down at your legs, eagerly waiting to ditch this crappy plantigrade stance.
Of course, that wouldn’t come without its drawbacks. It was extremely painful to feel your bones snapping and repositioning, as well as your muscle melting and reforming around them. Once your legs had finished changing, your feet were next on the chopping block.
They quickly merged with your legs, cutting away any excess mass and leaving you with two toes which began to grow into a scalpel-sharp, hooflike shape. Soon afterwards, your lower half began to grow longer, causing your pants to tear from your thigh downwards, and your hooves to slice right out of your shoes.
It hurt like hell, but it all felt so right. You stumbled backwards into the wall while chuckling in a relieved way. Only one more thing remained now; your tail.
And right on cue, your lower back began to feel like acid had been injected straight into your spine. You let out a shrill cry of pain as a new growth began to push its way out. Soon enough, A sharp arrow-point soon ripped its way out of your pants as your tail grew out to max length.
You sighed in relief and pain as you flicked the appendage around a bit, then walked around the dingy basement to get re-used to the feeling of walking on hooves again.
Before you could question what to do next though, you felt yourself suddenly falling as your vision was encompassed entirely by blood-red smoke. You let out more yells of terror as you felt yourself fall further and further, faster and faster. Until-
“Hey! Hey Moxxie! Wake up!” A feminine voice called out to you, causing you to jolt awake. You were then met with a female demon looking over you with a lot of concern in her eyes.
“Uh- Oh hey Millie-“ You started, trying to sit yourself up. “Was uh…having one wild dream there.”
“Shit. Must’ve been fucked up. Glad you’re alright though, that was a nasty-ass fall you took.” Millie remarked.
“Yeah, haha. I don’t even remember it.” You responded, slowly rubbing your head.
“Alright, well, you should rest more for now. I’ll come get you if we get a job.” Millie said, patting your chest and leaving the room.
You just laid there on that bed for a while afterwards. Everything about this situation felt wrong, yet it all felt so right at the same time…But you had an odd feeling inside you that told you to avoid salt from here on out.---
I may not like Hazbin Hotel but it does have very TF-able characters
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