The Devil in the Details

My Halloween entry. I'll post a chapter a day, should I get the time. It's finished but I think it's too much for one reading in one situation. This chapter contains transformation, masturbation, futanarization.

“But, but Morgan, must I truly disrobe?” Helen asked, shocked at the seemingly odd request of her best friend.

“Helen, I’ve seen you stark naked more times than I can remember. I’m not some young brigand seeking to look up your dress like Percival,” Morgan said, stepping forward from the darkness of the room, illuminated by six candles. She smiled, her crimson lips shining in the reflection as she opened the black leather bound tomb in front of her. A single crow’s black feather marked her spot.

“Oh, how I wish he’d want to look up my dress,” Helen sighed, still upset after his disapproval.

“We’ve been almost sisters since your birth. Simply lie in the midst of the symbol on your back. Hurry now, the hour is nigh,” Morgan said, searching through her bag for the right ingredients. The fresh blood of a highland hare, meadow grass from the lowlands, and a crystal were all necessary for the spell, and not easy to find either.

“Very well, you’re sure that this transformation will work?” Helen asked, unzipping her bright red dress and letting it fall where it may. She looked around her best friend’s room for a moment, as if some boy would be peeking into her tightly shut window before dropping her white bra and panties, exposing her body. Morgan watched, unconsciously licking her lips at the beautiful body of her blond friend, the tanned well toned skin, the soft supple curves of her small hips, the toned muscles of her legs, combined with her pert, perky, young breasts gave her pause.

“Is everything alright Morgan? Will this surely work?” Helen asked, noticing the strangeness in her friend’s demeanor.

“Huh? Oh, yes, this spell will work for certain,” Morgan said, pushing her curly raven hair beyond her black cloak. She did enjoy the length of her hair, nearly down to her feet, but it would get in the way when she was busy. Still there were many spells that made use of long hair.

“So you’ve done this spell before successfully?” Helen said, the stress slowly deflating from her.

“No…not exactly. But I’ve had the spell in my book for years, and it’s a simple incantation,” Morgan said, eyeing the words.

“Simple…you mean you’ve never done this before!” Helen asked, jumping up from the symbol.

“Sit down, now!” Morgan said, a dark aura appearing around her. “The time has come.”

“Nos queso vos effingo suus somes expleo votum illius quisnam diligo suus maioribus,” Morgan chanted in a low growl. Striking a match with a bright flash she had in a m