Her Final Form
Izzy lost consciousness for a while as she lay there in the lake of fluid that was from her pussy. Her eyes moved rapidly as her mind was transported to a place far from normal sleep.
Izzy awoke in a strange place. Neither truly physical nor fully spiritual, it was nonetheless familiar. The floor below her felt solid. Anything in the distance was hazy and shrouded in mist. She could see images of stained glass from her church and columns of white and jade. A strange hum, reminiscent of hymns, filled the air. Then, she heard faint moans, eerily similar to those from the porn she often watched. Though it was very dark, she could see everything clearly.
In the distance, she could see a bright light waning in the distance. Every other direction, she saw the same repeating pattern of jade columns and stained glass artistry. The light was the only thing breaking up the never-ending cascading pattern in the dark. Even the strange hums had no real source or direction. Without the light, there would be nothing in this voice. The only beacon of curiosity was the light. So she chose to go that direction. Towards that light. As cliche as it sounds, she had to go towards the light.
As she walked forward, but it felt different. She was walking on the balls of her feet, but the sensation did not feel out of place or startling. Her strides were longer and effortless. She was covering much more ground than normal. However, in this space, her perception of everything felt altered. Smells were sharper. Hearing acute. Vision clearly was different. She had never seen this well in the dark. She certainly felt different but could not place the reason as to why. Maybe she could get a better look once she got closer to the light.
As she got closer, the shards of stained glass lost their color. The shards were becoming more mirror-like in appearance. It's as if the light was purifying everything around it. Free of color but replaced with a silver, calming hue.
The light that she followed grew warmer the closer she got to it. More intense. More radiant. It was beginning to hurt her eyes, but she kept moving forward, shielding them. As she turned away from the light, she got a glimpse of her body in one of the reflective silver mirrors that used to be stained glass. What she saw terrified her. What stared back at her was far from human. She couldn't believe what she was seeing, and she couldn't believe it was her.
She was covered in all-black fur, head to toe. Her eyes large, almond-like, and yellow, with slit pupils like a cat or a lizard. Her legs were much longer than before, hips flared, and her feet, no longer human, were much more feline in presentation, with sharp, black, retractable claws. Her ears were large and pointed, almost feline but not quite. They were still on the sides of her head, but their size was all wrong. Much too big. She didn't recognize herself and she was gripped with uncontrollable fear.
She opened her mouth and gasped. Out of her mouth came a forked tongue like a snake. She screamed. What she heard was a tritone of otherworldly moans and feline howls. Her scream became a wail of despair.
She had transformed into the very darkness that she had invited inside herself. The growls, snarls, and animalistic outbursts of her impulsive anger – all those things she ignored, never questioned, and embraced – they were now a part of her, whatever had done this to her body. This is what she had manifested deep within herself; this is what she had invited into her life and soul. She arrived at a terrifying realization: this was what she had become. Her rage to be free from her sheltered life liberated her far beyond what she thought was humanly possible, certainly awakening something. And it was all wrong.
Then came the most alarming transformation. As if her mind wasn't already in great distress, it got worse. Izzy was becoming sexually aroused. Every time she had an outburst of anger, she had always felt the rush between her legs and it felt good. Almost as if it was rewarding her. She began to see why. The true reason revealed itself, rising up between her legs. She panicked.
From the tuft of fur, from between her legs, a large pink penis began to emerge from where she would have expected her clit. And here you would expect to see a scrotum; she felt the familiar wetness of her pussy. She was now something more like a hermaphrodite than female, and despite her fear and shock, she obviously had the insatiable urge to touch herself. Her new anatomy now begged for attention. But she resisted despite her new throbbing and leaking erection. Almost taunting her...begging her to take in her new form. She resisted. This was all wrong, and now she confused, horrified, and horny.
Then, the chorus of porn and moans grew louder, fully eclipsing the faint angelic hymns. She fell to her knees, buried her face in her furry hands, and cried. Letting her inhuman voice cry out into the void. Her new body continued to throb with sexual need, begging her to touch. Precum leaking out of her obscenely large lady cock.
Izzy had forgotten all about the light. But the light did not forget her. It moved closer. She felt radiant warmth on her back. It registered as a sensation, but Izzy was too lost in despair to notice. Too horny to think straight. Too lost to move any direction. Only when she felt warm almost too hot hands on her shoulder did she look up to pay attention.
She was blinded by the light, but she welcomed the warm embrace as she wept and leaned into this unknown spiritual presence. She was unable to look at it; her eyes could not handle reverence or intensity.
She hid her face again; she didn't want to be seen. Despite all of her thoughts telling her no, her demonic body was saying other things, wanting her to perform sexual acts and wanting more depraved thoughts. Wanting the last bit of humanity left in Izzy to fade away. She throbbed harder. She knew she was completely obscene and unfit to be seen by anyone in this state of walking contradiction.
The being of light never took its hand off her shoulders. It held her close and started to rock her back and forth. Without speaking, without saying a word, this angelic entity started to communicate with Izzy. It felt like someone was slowly opening the curtain into her mind. Then she heard words from inside her head.
Your real name is Jezebel. That birth name of your soul. When you were born in the place of light and love. I have known you for your whole life. We met there and we bonded. We traveled to the earth realm many times together. Until one day, your sexual urges made you greedy and corrupt. Eventually you accumulated karmic debt. We got out of sync and could not reincarnate together. I could no longer find you for many generations. But I never stopped looking for you. I always came back, without fail. Going back to the earth realm hoping my spirit would find you.
Izzy couldn't believe what she was hearing, but deep down she felt like she knew this entity.
You lost your memories. You forgot who you were. Even after returning to the spirit realm, you were a ravaged ghost of your former self. Every time I was in the earth realm, I felt forever doomed—locked in this cycle and unable to heal you as you spiraled more and more into spiritual corruption with each hurt you endured. You lived through them all: married, widowed, or isolated, yet you never had that same spark of life we once shared together. I stopped reincarnating; instead, I decided to search for you in the spirit realm, hoping to find you upon your return to the light. But you never quite made it—you would leave, only to fall right back to earth, never fully cleansing yourself or giving yourself a chance to regain your divine memories. I couldn't reach you to pull you up higher.
Even now, Izzy felt the wounds in her heart. Her choices lead her here. Changed her. Cursed her. Even in this strange place, she still felt the weight of the lie her life always was. The news of knowing it's always been like this didn't help anything. She started to wail again, feeling like a total failure. Unable to get out or escape.
The voice continued to speak.
The ring you wore, the ring you put all your hopes and dreams in, was the gateway for me to cross over. To be by your side once again. I was too eager. Unfortunately for me, it was a prison. I could see. I could hear, but I couldn't act. I couldn't speak. I couldn't protect you. Early on, I saw the cracks forming. The strain. The want. The pain. I watched the evolution silently, unable to do anything but watch. You invited something dark and ancient, baby. A force from the dark ones that humanity has forgotten. It was taking you over, and I couldn't warn you or tell you to stop. I didn't have a voice; I couldn't comfort you when you needed it most. I hurt when you hurt. I cried when you were sad. I was there for it all. I did everything in my power to stay close to you, even when you threw me far away. I didn't want to leave your side, no matter what until the end. I wanted to be there for you.
In that moment, Izzy fully realized what this spirit was saying. She trembled. She shook. Izzy did horrible things to that ring. Casting it aside, masturbating with it. Inverting its very purpose and what it stood for. What happened to her changed her, making her insatiably horny and confused, changing her body; she felt like she deserved it all. She folded deeper in her misery in this confusing place. She tried to pull away from the spirit of the ring.
“I don't deserve you,” Is what Izzy tried to say with her voice. What she heard were animalistic vocalizations far removed from any sense of human speech. Even that was taken away from her. For a moment she paused and shuddered. Everything human has nearly been eroded. So she wept. Large tears pooling in her eyes and sploshing on her fur.
Her anger, rage, and trantric porn induced masturbation had taken everything... leaving only her darkness, desires, ensconced in this demon-like vessel, in a place she didn't know how to escape.
The spirit of the ring held fast and leaned in closer, refusing to let her go. Reusing to let her run away into the darkness. The spirit of the ring spoke to her again.
I forgave you before you threw me away. I endured what you put me through because I was with you until the very end. I will stay with you until you make peace with yourself. I love you with every fiber of my being. You don't remember me, I know this, but I am your other half, your partner. Your everything. Forever. I know you are beyond lost and hope right now. Your lost your memory, and you tried to drown the emptiness with religious devotion and sexual pleasure. I'm not letting you go. I don't care what you have done to yourself right now. I waited eons to exist in the same dimension as you again, even if it's just as your ring. Even as you are right now. Even if you are broken and changed.
Izzy surrendered and accepted the warmth and love from this foreign presence in this confusing world as she tried to cope with what happened to her body. She finally opened her eyes, looking at her black, naked body covered in fur. As she looked at her raging erection, she accepted that this was part of her now too. This is just how things were going to be.
Despite the great discomfort, she tried to turn to the light to see who or what this being was. It was her only rock in this unsteady place. So, she spoke back to the light, the same way it spoke to her, using her mind. Her own voice was unable to form words anymore.
“I'm sorry, I don't remember,” She stared blankly at the light, blinded. “I'm sorry for what I've done to you. I'm sorry for all the pain I have caused others. I'm sorry for the pain I caused in other lifetimes. I don't know where to begin to fix this, but I want to make this right. I don't want to be like this forever.”
Izzy continued to sob, but for just a moment, the weight of her heart began to lift. “I have to forgive myself.”
Izzy kept staring into the blinding light. Unable to make out any shapes. Instead, she closed her eyes and let the light bathe her in a warm glow. She took a deep breath. Her final thought was this. “At least someone here truly loves me. And I thank you so much for that. I just wanted to be loved.”
The spirit of the ring spoke again. “I will always be with you. I am inside of you now,” the ring said. Izzy was enveloped in the blinding light. All of the warmth covered her body, and she took in a deep breath, accepting her fate. Her body was fully consumed by the light. She felt every part of herself lighten and dematerialize. “This is the end,” she thought to herself, “and it was so beautiful.” Everything slowly faded to black.
Izzy slowly opened her eyes in her living room, her face still planted in the wet puddle created by her pussy. The musky familiar scent has now permeated the whole living room. With wet slaps against the carpet, she reached around, searching for the warm light that had enveloped her just moments before. She already missed the one thing that truly loved her... only to find it gone once again. Her heart dropped as the feeling of being alone again welled up inside of her.
She didn't know why she was still here. She had let go. She was ready to leave. The broken woman curled up into a ball and whimpered. Then, a familiar radiant warmth began to bloom within her. From between her legs, she sighed...and wept, crying harder. “Not again,” she spoke in her human voice. Her eyes widened in realization. She had her voice back.
She touched her face and looked at her hands. She felt bare skin, so she ran into the bathroom. She had to see her body. What she found was a naked human form but it still was not her hold body. Her only relief was that she looked human, mostly.
She was taller now, with flared hips, higher cheekbones, eyes a little larger and more almond-shaped—still human—and slightly pointed ears that weren't noticeable from a distance. Her hey color had changed to a very light caramel color, almost radiant. She turned off the bathroom light and confirmed she still had excellent dark vision and a faint amount of eye shine was visible. She turned the light back on, quickly.
Her eyes then traveled down the rest of her naked body. Her breasts were much larger and stood proud; while this was a welcome change, it overshadowed the rest of her transformation. She ran her hands up and down her body, getting used to this new form and accepting that the old Izzy is long gone now.
Finally, she checked her mouth and opened wide. Thankfully, the forked tongue was gone; however, too many of her teeth were too long and pointed. She closed her mouth, took a long breath, and sighed. She accepted her fate: at least she didn't look like a cat demon—even if she had a slight resemblance to her previous form.
Between her legs, she noticed that all of her pubic hair had disappeared—not just shaved but as if it would never grow back again. It was unnaturally smooth. In the center, right above her vulva, she saw something resembling a tattoo in white ink—a perfect circle with the same silver hue as her ring. She ran her fingers over the white circle, wondering what this meant.
As if on cue, warmth unlike anything she had felt from normal arousal began to rise up from between her legs. The tattoo began to glow faintly. Instead of shock, she felt a compulsive need to touch the light—to put her hand between her legs and touch herself.
As she brushed her hand against her clit, she felt the same radiant light as before. The sensation rushed all over her body. She kept rubbing her pussy and closed her eyes.
The spirit of the ring was with her—the spirit was in her pussy—and it loved her. This was confirmation that she was no longer alone. So her hand stayed there, basking in the warmth of her long-lost soul bond.
Izzy spent hours on the floor of her bathroom, gooning in bliss with her spiritual lover that was her ring. Her astral lover was now part of her body, telling her to rub her pussy, forever.