DEMON’S RISE
"The time has come. Join me sisters, and begin the incantation. May the blessings of the spirits protect us on this most foul of All Hallow's Eve."
Seven dulcet voices wove the chorus, and seven brilliant yellow sigils glowed upon the table. Seven sisters of the coven stood vigil at the seven points of the carved septigram upon the round, wooden table. Each of the sisters raised their hands, and their chant grew faster, more intense. The brilliant sigils flared to blinding intensity, and a deep, resounding pressure emanated from their sorcerous working. Like the weight of a great storm rolling in, the atmosphere of the Phi-Kappa-Delta sorority house grew heavy, almost overbearing. The scents of sage, thyme, and morning glory softly yet inexorably billowed from the coven’s attic room like an invisible thundercloud, and it grew to fill the entirety of the sorority house.
It wasn’t long before the lively chatter and esoteric melodies of the Halloween party became soft coughs and sneezing. The benign sussuration of the guests was replaced with the confused tumult of mild choking and frightened murmurs, and when people began to rapidly shrink in upon themselves, the panicked yelling and terrified screams wove a terrible cacophony. Blessedly, it was only moments later that the screams faded, the panicked party goers too small to be heard. When the spell had fully run its course, Sabrina, head witch of the coven, brought an end to her sister’s chanting. She paused just a moment to adjusted her costume’s cowl. She wore not the stereotypical robes of a witch, but rather a costume designed to blend in with the Halloween party downstairs. Sabrina had decided to dress much as a protestant woman from the late 1600’s would have.
"The vessels will be small,” Sabrina reminded her sisters, “and time is limited. Go forth and collect them, and bring them to the dining room, as we planned. We must complete this task before the host of demons arrives.” She looked at each of her sisters, pleased to see the weight of this task was not lost upon them. Five of her sisters nodded. The sixth sister, Bethany, hesitated.
"Do we really have to do this?" she asked, the blonde twin-tails of her magical girl costume drooping to match her sombre expression. "These people have done nothing wrong. They’re innocent in all this. By the dark one, they’re our classmates, our friends! Why do they have to die while we get to live on?!"
"Don’t be a fool, Bethany," said dark-haired Bellatrix, in her black, veiled witch’s robe. Her costume was patterned straight out of that famous wizarding movie, and was based on a character of the same name. “There is an untold host of demons coming this night, and we must use every advantage we can to keep them from establishing a new Hell on Earth.” Bellatrix waved her movie-accurate wand in Bethany’s face to emphasize her point. "This is the first incursion of hell spawn since the late 1600's. You know what life was like back then, what happened in Salem. And that was just a single, unprepared demon! Just one! Now we have reason to believe they are ready for us, so even one among this horde surviving means millions can and will die. If they manage to establish their New Hell, countries could fall, and eventually, even civilization itself!"
"But sacrificing innocents?” Bethany interrupted. “We can’t become the very evil we are trying to defeat. There has to be another w-"
"We knew the stakes," Sabrina said, her tranquil voice cutting short that line of thought. "We know that a demon can only be harmed if it is actively possessing a body. That is why we need them to possess bodies of our choosing, in a prepared place of our choosing. By preparing bodies weakened by our magic, and magically booby-trapped by our spells to keep a possessing demon imprisoned in their new vessel until it is destroyed, we are effectively taking away every advantage a demon has. Our great workings over the past weeks have guaranteed that all demons riding the currents of the returning spirits will be directed to the suppression circle in this sorority house. Our magics will ensure the demons are forced to possess the prepared vessels-"
"They’re not vessels, damnit!” Bethany interrupted again. “They're people! We invited them to our sorority house, to our Halloween party, and they accepted the invitation. We are hosts, and they are our guests! Even ignoring the the morality of sacrificing innocents, we are breaking the rules of hospitality. That alone is a sin that can never... we can never…" Bethany's protest faltered, and Sabrina understood the poor girl wasn't arguing, but rather working through her guilt. All the sisters were coming to terms with their cruelty and imminent loss in their own way. Of the five stages of grief, Bethany was the only one yet to reach some measure of acceptance. Still, Sabrina admitted to herself, Bethany’s comment regarding the breach of hospitality had no small degree of merit. Sabrina knew all too well that after tonight, the sisters were surely damned.
"Enough moping," said Hecate, dressed in her traditional witches garb embellished with fetishes of the goddess for whom she was named. "We will all mourn later. For the time being, we must concern ourselves with the demon’s imminent arrival. We should be about collecting the, the vessels. Once they’re all gathered, take a moment to settle your stomachs. You know what we must do once the demons arrive."
The Ravenwatch Coven descended from the attic, and began the lengthy process of coaxing tiny, two-inch-tall sorority sisters and their similarly-sized guests from their hiding places. Simply looking wouldn’t be sufficient, the girls knew. Coaxing the tinies was their best bet, and they used a smattering of lies and half-truths to gather them.
“Don’t worry, we’ll take care of you.”
“Please, I don’t want a spider to get you, come on out so I can help you.”
"I was upstairs, whatever did this didn't reach me, that’s why I’m still full sized."
When people stopped coming forward, some simple detection spells and the overwhelming strength of the size disparity was enough to coax the remaining vessels into the coven’s clutches.
An hour after their spell shrank every sorority sister, guest, and party-crasher, sister Ashlyn in her sexy bunnygirl costume and sister Raevin in her aarakocra cosplay stood before a plastic kiddiepool, which the coven had set upon the dining room table. An assortment of mixing and serving bowls sat on the table around them, settled among the cluttered Halloween decorations.
The sisters worked together, Ashlyn stripping the clothing from the vessels as they were taken from the collection bowlsand identifying them. Raevin then marked them off on the annotated guest list, and Ashlyn added the naked tiny to the kiddiepool. When the bowls were empty, there were two names that remained unmarked.
"Are we missing any?" Bethany asked.
“Yeah, a couple. Chad Smith, aaaand... Ah, Kelly Richards," Raevin answered. "Figures the quarterback and cheer-captain are missing. I’d be surprised if they weren’t off having a private party. Do you know if anyone double-checked the bedrooms?"
"I saw Evelynn headed that way about ten minutes ago," Ashlyn said, "but I doubt Chad and Kelly are together. Chad cheated on Kelly's BFF a few months ago, so when Chad tried to get with the cheer-captain, she turned him down. I think last week was the fifth time she told him to take a hike."
“Oh, I hadn’t heard,” Raevin said. “But, wasn’t Evelynn crushing on Kelly? I know Kelly treated Evelynn like shit, but I thought there was still a candle burning bright there," Raevin argued. When Ashlyn shrugged, ignorant of the weird love-lambda, Raevin handed Ashlyn the clipboard with the guest list. "Tell you what, you watch the vessels, and I'll go check to make sure Evelynn isn’t doing something she shouldn’t."
In the farthest bedroom, sprawled atop a rumpled, pink, waterproof fuck-blanket, lay Evelynn. She was propped up against a pile of pillows, and her tits were on full display. Her sexy miniskirt and spade-tail thong from her demoness costume had been stripped off, and lay in a pile at the foot of the bed. Evelynn’s eyes were closed in pleasure and concentration, and her hands massaged her puffy brown nipples. The erotic act would have been enticing for any voreuristic lesbian like Raevin, but what really caught her attention was the unexpected flurry of motion below Evelynn’s waist. Laying across Evelynn’s soft, pink lips was a two-inch-tall Chad, and the tiny quarterback was bootlegging it for the touchdown as he humped that puffy, glistening vulva. Tiny though the quarterback may be, Raevin had to admit she admired Chad's stamina as he pounded away at Evelynn's massive pussy.
"What the fuck are you doing?" Raevin asked, amused, as she stepped into the room. She nodded at the thrusting tiny. "Can you even feel him down there? Is his tiny little prick even doing anything for you?"
"Mmmnn, it’s not about the penetration, Raevin," Evelynn said. “It's about the payback.” Having overheard the giant woman disregard his manhood, Chad redoubled his thrusting. "Oh! Mmm, that’s good. If you have to know, yeah, he kinda is making me feel good, though not on his own. I’m getting off on what he’s doing to my gorgeous new fucktoy."
Framed in the supple embrace of the opening to Evelynn's clenching vagina, Raevin spotted a tiny, toned ass. Cheer-captain Kelly had been bent in half, and had been shoved head and feet first into Evelynn’s hungry, jealous cunt, only to serve as a squirming cock-sleeve for the man she hated most in the world.
Raevin watched with morbid curiosity as Chad pounded the tiny red ass, and had to admit to herself she could see why someone might get off on the revenge play, especially coupled with that pure physical domination. She watched as, thrust after thrust, Kelly’s tiny tush all but disappeared into Evelynn’s twitching puss. Yet, despite the rough pounding, Kelly never disappeared completely. After every thrust Evelynn clenched her Kegels, and the pressure within pushed Kelly that little bit further out, resetting the cheerleader for Chad's next tiny hammer blow.
"Look," Raevin began, stepping away before she could get pulled in. "I get you're busy with, uh, whatever the fuck this is, but finish up. That horde of powerful demons will be here in about thirty minutes, and I'd feel better if all of the prepared vessels were in the weakening spell by then."
Evelynn saluted, and slipped her fingers under Chad. She maneuvered her fingers onto the cheerleader’s chafed red ass, and firmly pushed Kelly deep inside of herself. “Oh, fuck!” Evelyn sighed. “Mnh! Oh, get the fuck inside me you beautiful, hateful bitch,” she moaned. Moments later her groaning grew louder as her slick, cum-drenched fingers slid behind Chad’s back, and with an eager, needy on his torso, the quarterback was forced to follow.
Loud, staccato cries of pleasure echoed from the bedroom, and followed Raevin down the hall as she left. By the time Raevin returned to the common room, Evelynn's orgasmic wails could be heard throughout the entire sorority house.
Fifteen minutes after Raevin left Evelynn to her pleasures, the sisters of the Ravenwatch Coven were dressed and assembled in the dining room. The seven sisters all stood at their assigned places around a plastic pool of naked college students. Within the cheap blue walls covered with cartoon fish and sea creatures, the tiny people cried, complained, consoled one another, or were simply too distraught and overwhelmed to move. Raevin’s eyes caught sight of two particularly pungent vessels standing off to the side, and noted that though they seemed worse off than the others, they were still in one piece despite their rough collection method.
"How much time do we have left before the demons arrive?" Bellatrix asked.
"It's two ‘til eleven, so they’ll be here in approximately fifteen minutes," Bethany said. Her voice was hollow and emotionless, but her speech was even, despite the tears upon her face. Her hand was inside the pool of waiting vessels, and her trembling fingers were caressing her tiny boyfriend's naked back. Sabrina knew that Bethany had given Terrance a passionate, yet vague warning that he was to stay home tonight, and avoid the party at all costs. Sadly for him, he had shown up to the party to surprise his beloved girlfriend. The sight of the nearly-broken woman comforting her doomed lover brought a pleased smile to Sabrina’s lips.
"I'll make one last check of the seals," Sabrina announced, and she adjusted her period costume one more time before she set off. "Our mission here, tonight, is too important to leave anything to chance. We have all sacrificed enough already, whether we’re counting acquaintances, friends, lovers, or even our own humanity. I will leave no room for mistakes. I promise you, sisters, that none shall escape our trap."
Her sisters nodded, eyes roaming across the tiny sea of familiar vessels. They had lived with these women, studied and played games with them. Many of the guests were friends of the coven as well, though no one knew the witches as anything more than a silly occult club that met in the attic.
The sisters had to be contemplating what it meant that none would escape. Not all of these people would be irreversibly possessed by demons this night. It might be the majority of them, or it might be less than a quarter. But they were dealing with demons, the biblical and mythological masters of deception. Any vessels who were untouched by demonic possession would be functionally indistinguishable to the coven from a cunning demon. Every single one of these former friends would have to be consumed to truly foil the demonic invasion, even if they were completely free of demonic possession. Sabrina left her sisters to think on the implications of that with a warm smile.
Back upstairs in the ritual room, Sabrina set aside a towel, and picked up an old and intricately-crafted hourglass. It had lain on its side, with the sand deliberately and unevenly split between the two chambers. Sabrina raised it before her, and her eyes shone deep red. Magic manifested and began to act, despite the fact Sabrina uttered no words or chant. The crimson glow was mirrored within the hourglass, and then the time piece began to glow all on its own. Sabrina set it upright upon the table, with the half containing more sand on top. She set it in the exact center of the carved and glowing septigram, with its seven yellow seals conjured over an hour ago still shining strong at the each of the points.
As the hourglass was set to rights, the glowing red sand began to fall, and thin, oppressive red rings manifested around the edges of each of the seven sigils upon the table. With every grain that fell, the red bands spread imperceptibly closer to the centers of the glowing sigils.
"That should give us plenty of time," Sabrina purred. She left the attick, but paused to lock the attic door. She reset the combination with a dark chuckle to a new one of her own choosing, then she turned each dial exactly four clicks, so the face of the dials now read 0-0-0.
When Sabrina returned downstairs, all the sisters had their hands in the pool among the vessels. Ashlyn, like Bethany, was trying to comfort a weeping tiny. After a moment, Sabrina recognized the tiny, naked woman as her chemistry TA. Sabrina recalled a few nights that the TA had stayed late for some tutoring sessions, and remembered the dulcet tones of that sweet duet echoing into her dreams.
Along another stretch of the pool, Belletrix and Hecate were demonstrating their magic for their doomed friends. Short chants and some finger waving conjured shooting sparks above the pool, or levitated a few of the tiny vessels. The magic display was exciting and new, and the magic and mystique of their performance helped to take the vessels minds off of their predicament. It was a small kindness, to ease the passing of the vessels final hour in this world.
Raevin and Evelynn, however, had a different goal in mind. Those two had dealth with their guilt by deciding to double down on their cruelty. If you were already damned, how much worse can things get? Sabrina knew the mentality all too well. She watched as the sisters tormented the jocks who wouldn’t give them the time of day, and the bitchy cheerleaders who would insult and demean them. They took to pairing off the players and the cheerleaders who hated each other most, and forced them to fuck right there, in the wide-open pool, in front of everyone.
Raevin had two thick-thighed cheerleaders, or the bases on their classic pyramid, laying with legs spread wide. They were each laying on top of a petite cheerleader who served as one of the fliers. It was an arguably cruel reversal, making the lightest girls serve as a fuck stand for the heaviest, most muscular girls as they were railed by young, virile, and well-muscled jocks. Sabrina could see their tiny arms shaking with the strain.
A linebacker and a tight end had each claimed one of the exposed cheerleaders, and by Raevin's direction the boys were railing them with abandon. The linebacker thought he was fancy, and started switching between the base’s pussy and the flier’s tight little snatch with each thrust, but it threw off his rhythm, and Raevin stepped in. She set the pad of a finger on each of the jocks' asses, and alternated tapping them to speed them up and add some oomph to their efforts.
Evelynn, still high on her recent conquest, had taken a different approach. She had encircled a bunch of jocks around a ring of kneeling cheerleaders, with a disheveled Chad and devastated Kelly in the center. She had the girls using their perky tits and slobbering tongues to work the jocks to the edge of orgasm. Once a jock was ready to blow, they moved to the center and finished in Kelly’s cum-covered mouth, as she rode Chad cowboy-style like a jockey on a racehorse. Eager cock after cock speared her bruised and puffy lips to find its way down Kelly’s throat, and the edging jocks groaned with satisfaction and released their thick, salty loads. Even as the jocks were choking the cheerleader with their fat cocks, Kelly did not pause or disrupt her wild ride. With a quick detection spell, Sabrina detected a motive spell at play, forcing Kelly’s body to keep riding long after she would have collapsed.
Sabrina was pleased with events thus far. She found perverse delight in this debaucherous prelude to the imminent carnage.
Inside the pool, little Chad had finally hit his peak. He bellowed his insignificant release to the world, and as he came, the sorority house lights flickered and dimmed. The sisters of the coven jerked their hands from the pool, though Sabrina noticed Bethany's hand was not empty as it should have been. Its squirming contents went directly into her magical girl costume's belt pouch. Sabrina should have known the girl would try to play the hero. Fortunately, she knew their workings were too exacting for Bethany’s cowardly betrayal to cause any problems.
As the lights dimmed further, a bright, yellow pattern illuminated the floor of the pool. It was a unique working, but it seemed to encompass elements from all seven of the key seals still glowing up in the attic. The light was warm and radiant, but it was unexpected, and not the only development in the pool. The sudden changes prompted the vessels to scream and cry out, but their commotion wasn’t heard for long. Above the cries of the living arose a keening wail, swelling to a cacophony of forlorn cries and sepulchral caterwauling no living soul could hope to vocalize. Shadows, indistinct and ephemeral, began to arise from the pool. The dark clouds were soon joined by vaguely humanoid figments of icy blue and bone white. The pale specters circled the room a few times, before they began passing unhindered through the walls. Only oleaginous smears of ectoplasm marked their passing.
Though most of the pale ghosts departed, the frosty phantoms finished their circuit of the room, only to drift menacingly towards the sisters. The closest one extended a wispy claw towards Bethany, but with a swift chant, a golden aura radiated from Raevin, and the figure screeched and fled, shattering the window. The sisters followed Raevin’s example, and all were soon surrounded by a radiant light, though Sabrina’s was more illusion than protection.
As the ghosts filtered out through the walls, and the specters left through doors and windows, the darker figures that first appeared began to sink into the shadows. In moments, the room’s dark corners were roiling with malevolent despair. Ashlyn cursed, then chanted an abjuration Sabrina had taught her for this occasion. The darkness quickly settled, though Sabrina kept an eye on the shadows. They were much deeper than before, and she couldn’t afford for them to harm her coven.
With the last of the annoyances out of the way, the special guests finally arrived. From within the pool echoed the sounds of roaring flame, clacking chitin, horrid screaming, and malicious laughter. An evil red aura seeped up from beneath the golden seal, and spread out to completely fill the pool. Before the sanguine aura stabilized, the terrified cries of the vessels merged with tortured shrieking. The dense demonic aura was constrained to seven inches above the lip of the pool, and it began to recede as it rapidly concentrated around the tiny vessels. Then the golden pattern on the pool bottom shone, piercing through the invasive red aura. The deluge of rising spirits slowed to a trickle, then ceased. The red aura faded, and the vessels grew quiet.
"Is it over?" Bellatrix asked, her magic-enhancing wand pointing at the closest remaining spirits still circling the dining room.
"Not quite," Sabrina said, her eager gaze upon the human sacrifices.
There was a crackling sound, then the screaming in the pool resumed. Many vessels began transforming, assuming twisted, demonic forms. Some turned red, their bodies growing the goat horns and lashing rat’s tails of pride demons, while others were encased in the terrible black carapace of sloth. Some shrank to a half-inch tall, their greedy, impish bodies now skeletally thin with leathery wings.
The sorority’s advisor swelled into a towering, gluttonous, six-inch monstrosity, and immediately grabbed the nearest vessels. One hand shoved a woman up her blubbery, drooling cunt, and another fed a cute, freckled nerd to her greasy ass. A third hand grabbed a smaller demon and pressed it to her swelling, bulbous breast, where the nipple oozing black sludge opened wide and swallowed its prey. The fourth arm palmed cheerleader by the back of her head, lifting her high, and shoving her headfirst down that yawning, insatiable throat.
Similar monsters of sin and terror wreaked havoc among the humans. Sabrina watched amused as one of the 'terrified' vessels fled into the arms of a big, strong man, only to pull him into a deep, soul-sucking kiss. The playacting demon slurped down his soul before screaming at his collapsing corpse, and running away in search of a new protector and victim.
The witches stood encircling the table, watching as the chaos unfolded. They had to be imagining what would have happened had the demons not been constrained in this convenient microcosm. She watched their faces harden as they resolved themselves to do what must be done. The sisters had no reliable method to tell which of these tiny beings were playacting demons and which were victims, and so, as Sabrina pre-ordained, all of the tinies must be destroyed. The fact that Sabrina could detect demonic possession was a secret she kept entirely to herself.
Bethany was the first to act. Horrified by the carnage unfolding before her, she slammed her fist into the pool.
"Enough!" she shouted, as her fist splattered a goat-legged demon of pride. Everyone froze, human, demon, and witch alike. It would seem the demons had only just noticed their predicament as toy-sized prisoners of the coven. From the grisly remains beneath Bethany’s fist, a cloud of red mist seeped from the crushed demon, and hovered menacingly for a moment. Then the pensive moment passed, and the cloud shot forth, engulfing a nearby man. He screamed in anguish as the cloud sank into his body. Suddenly his muscles gained definition and his skin reddened. A pair of goat horns sprouted from his forehead, and his legs grew shaggy, fuzzy hair, his feet melting into cloven hooves. In moments, another pride demon stood in the man’s place.
"Thank you, Bethany," Sabrina said. She loomed over the pool, drawing all eyes. "Welcome, hell spawn, into my coven's trap. Your demonic essence has been gathered to this place through the workings of my coven over the past few weeks, and we have trapped you into these suppressed vessels. Your power is now limited to the physical abilities of your puny scale. We have effectively ended your invasion of Earth before it ever began." Sabrina cast her senses over the crowd, turning her attention to a couple devoid of demonic energies. "To the humans caught as collateral in our trap, you have my apologies. We knew not the number nor composition of the demons that arrived tonight, and my sisters cannot determine between whom among you are possessed, and who are simply unfortunate souls. I'm sorry, but your lives must be snuffed out along with all of the demons. It's the only way to be sure."
The screaming in the pool resumed, alongside a slate of inhuman roars and demonic cursing. Sabrina nodded to her sisters, and picked up a demonic slime-girl who still retained enough of her host’s appearance to identify her as Sabrina’s lab partner. Sabrina slurped her up without hesitation, savoring the taste of the mostly un-aspected demonic energy along with the gelatinous texture. Sabrina could have done without the sulfurous aftertaste, but she was in no position to complain. Given that killing the host simply allowed the demon to move on and possess a new vessel, consuming these demons was the only way to ensure they actually died. When Sabrina maneuvered the gelatinous mass to the back of her throat and swallowed, her sisters took that as their cue to join the feast of purification.
The expressions of the coven were mixed. Some of the sisters were delighted by the prospect of literally eating the demons to death, while others were horrified that they were slurping down their friends and classmates while they were still alive. Then there was Evelynn, who creamed her panties while tonguing the spicy succubus pussy of the demoness that had possessed cheer-captain Kelly. The tiny cheerleader was now even more buxom and curvaceous, with tiny horns and bat-like wings, and a prehensile, spade-tipped tail. Evelynn grabbed one of the few surviving cheerleaders, and shoved the tiny woman into her mouth beside the voluptuous succubus. The witch then sucked on them like a hard candy as the demon fucked the life from the cheerleader in tiny fountains of cum.
Tearing her eyes from the incredibly sexy sight, Sabrina saw a potential problem. "Remember to consume the whole body, and not to break them," Sabrina said, looking pointedly at Belletrix. The demoness that the witch had just choked down had the lower body of a spider. In the process of forcing the demon down her throat, a chitinous leg had been caught in her teeth, and like a spinach leaf it was on full and distracting display.
Sabrina paced herself, reluctant to eat most of the demons herself. She focused on humans, or the lustful incubi and succubi. One of the higher order demons, a lamia variant called a marilith, embodied both envy and lust. Sabrina watched as the demon molested a human woman, letting its demonic lust come to prominence. Sabrina grabbed the demon by its six-inch tail, and lifted it high overhead. Sabrina took the time to admire the demoness’ voluptuous feminine torso, and the six strong, toned arms wrapped sensually and possessively around the demon’s unwilling passenger. The demoness startled when Sabrina’s sexy mouth opened below it, and she dropped the woman on Sabrina's tongue.
Sabrina appreciated the woman’s taste, her tongue’s caresses detecting both fear and involuntary arousal. She played with the tiny until she felt the woman shudder in pleasure, then swallowed her whole. The demoness' feminine torso soon followed her human victim, and Sabrina took the time to truly savor this one. Biding her time, Sabrina let her sisters consume more of the demons and, unwittingly, the humans as well. Only when Ashlyn looked questioningly at her did Sabrina swallow, slurping the tail like spaghetti.
Sabrina next grabbed a women's hockey player devoid of demonic energy. On a whim, Sabrina surreptitiously dropped her to the floor, where the tiny landed hard, and struggled to breathe. The outline of Sabrina’s leg blurred, and her bare, blood-red foot descended upon the tiny's back. The buttery-smooth skin of those crimson toes curled over the winded woman's shoulders, and the razor-sharp tips of Sabrina’s wicked black toenails rent furrows in the floor. A contemptuous sneer parted Sabrina's lips, and her weight shifted. The tiny flattened with a satisfying crunch, her entire existence now condensed into a bloody, yet imperceptible stain on Sabrina's sole.
These scenes continued for a time, with witches consuming demons and humans alike. Sabrina focused on eating the lust-filled demons, or took advantage of her illusion hiding the existence of her spade-tipped tail to slip humans out of the pool while no one was looking. The pure humans taken in this way were given a one-way trip up Sabrina’s own drooling pussy. Sabrina even made it a point to steal Bethany's belt pouch while the crying girl choked down her still-human roommate.
Their grim task continued for a time, some of the sisters still finding it in themselves to relish their grim task, while the others fought their gorge to do their duty. All the while Sabrina kept hold of her growing power. Her form was somewhat malleable, particularly in terms of height, and she could feel her limits expanding from an amazonian nine feet tall up towards a towering twelve feet of height, but she allowed none of it to show. It was too early, and she was far too close to her endgame to give herself away now. Fortunately, she didn’t have long to wait. After only thirty minutes the pool was practically empty.
Evelynn looked at her bloated, disgusted sisters, and took it upon herself to choke down the ravenous, six-inch monstrosity they had all 'overlooked' until the end. She lifted the blubbery demon of gluttony, opened her jaws wide, and stuffed the demon’s head, and shoulders into her mouth, working hard to fit its monstrous breasts inside her mouth. Hecate belched, and moved closer, using a spell she’d developed for fun times with her boyfriend to take away Evelynn’s gag reflex, and increase the elasticity of her lower jaw and throat. It took some forceful stuffing to move the demon’s spherical belly between Evelynn’s jaws, as it was still full of half-digested prey, but after much effort and many desperate swallows, Evelynn managed to fully consume the last of the demons. Hecate nodded at her approvingly, simultaneously impressed and disgusted by the feat.
"That is the last of them,” Belletrix said with finality. “With that one’s ending, our task is complete. May their souls find rest in the world beyond."
"Actually, sisters, I’m sorry to announce that we are not quite finished with our task," Sabrina said, and her tone drew six wary, weary looks. "Bethany seems to have forgotten to dispose of one of the vessels she took." Sabrina opened the belt pouch, and Bethany paled as her boyfriend was lifted from the pouch. The other sisters gasped at the betrayal of trust.
"Bethany," Hecate said coldly, her tone of voice dark and damning. "Your naivety has endangered not just the sisterhood, but the entire world. We cannot risk a demon roaming free."
"I agree," said Sabrina, with a coy smirk. "This vessel must still be disposed of. Sisters, shall we have Bethany prove her conviction to the coven with an act of contrition?" There were approving nods and murmurs all around. "We are in agreement. Sister Bethany, open wide. You have one last service to perform for your coven."
Sabrina suppressed a grin when only Raevin noticed the finality of her turn of phrase. She didn't have to suppress it long, however, as Sabrina’s centuries of scheming interfered with her moment of fun.
Upstairs in the coven’s ritual room, the final grains of sand fell within the hourglass. The brilliant yellow sigils upon the table glowed yellow no longer. The warm light had been almost entirely corrupted with a sanguine hue, and when the final grain came to rest upon the pile of sand, the sigils of the septigram flared with power. When the brilliance faded to a dull emanation, the jagged symbols were an ominous and unbroken blood red.
Downstairs in the dining room, as the sigils flared upstairs, so too did the sisters scream as one. The soft yellow glow of their abjurations shattered, and a bloody mist condensed around them. Every one of the sisters had long since established passive wards to protect them from mundane threats, and to give them time to react to hostile magics, but in this place, their defenses failed them. As any good witch knows, they must calibrate their wards to ignore their own workings, else the magical workings for beauty and health would fail to take effect. Thus, through vanity, the coven’s doom was ensured.
The very same workings they had used to prepare their friends as vessels for the demonic horde were now turned upon them by the blackest of magics. When it mattered most, the sister’s protections failed to save them from the demon that had been lurking among them since the very beginning.
The women dwindled away, and Sabrina wasted no time collecting them in the pool. Though their workings were designed to transform all humans, witches included, into two-inch tall, booby-trapped demonic vessels, the spell was tailored for humans and earthly magics. The size-reducing portion of the magics failed to properly account for humans who had consumed large amounts of demonic energy. Furthermore, it failed to account for the fact that through consumption, the demonic energy was de-aspected and refined, making it six point six six times more powerful. All of these factors combined meant that when the sisters of the Ravenwatch coven ceased their shrinking, Bethany was the smallest among them, at a comparatively larger three inches tall. Most of the sisters hovered between five and seven inches, but Raevin towered above her shrunken sisters at a massive thirteen inches tall.
"Sabrina! What happened? What are you doing?" asked Hecate, but Sabrina ignored her for the time being.
Instead, Sabrina took a deep, victorious breath, and let it out with a malevolent chuckle. Now, with none nearby who could hope to oppose her, Sabrina released the ever vigilant stranglehold she kept on her aura of lust. She could count on one hand the number of times she had fully unleashed it these past three and a half centuries. Her demonic power was strong enough that her aura blanketed the entire sorority house, and she could immediately see signs of its effects upon the witches. Most of them blushed, and all of them fidgeted, fighting to keep their gazes upon Sabrina’s face, rather than her hefty bosom, or each others tantalizing and conveniently naked forms. Evelynn’s self control failed yet again when she reached out at head height and caressed one of Raevin’s mouthwatering thighs. The sight brought a toothy smile to Sabrina’s face, but her eyes returned to the sister she had been about to torment before her own plans got in her way.
"Oh my, Bethany dear, did the demonic forms repulse you, or did you have a taste for your fellow humans?" Sabrina taunted the girl. "I regret I wasn't fast enough to feed you your human lover, but I have a new plan in mind for him. Still, I have to ask, do you have a sadistic taste for innocents, or were you too weak to stomach an obvious demon. Either way, thinking about kind, caring Bethany feasting on her helpless, innocent victims is really getting me going. I’m literally dripping with excitement.” Sabrina emphasized her meaning by rubbing the tiny man she still held in her hand against her alluring crotch. Every one of the sister’s eyes followed the movement, and Evelynn bit her lip to stop herself from moaning at the sight.
“And you, Raevin.” Sabrina continued, switching focus for the moment to make a point. “I can tell you enjoyed the grotesqueries of the demon-possessed. You consumed more demonic energy than all of your sisters combined. You have done me a great service. I am truly so proud of you." Sabrina used a finger to give Raevin headpats, then ran a wicked black nail gently down the larger sister’s front and between her naked breasts, leaving a hair-thin partition of skin and a faint, bloody trail in its wake. All eyes had been on the finger when it had transformed from the manicured nail of a sorority sister to the razer-sharp demonic claw, and now the trapped witches followed the crimson digit back along the arm and up to Sabrina's towering true form.
Sabrina’s supple, blood-red skin was on full display, as were her voluptuous curves and glowing red eyes with heart-shaped pupils. Wicked horns curved over voluminous black hair, and a spaded tail swished suggestively behind her. From her shoulders sprouted a pair of supple black wings, and something about the soft flesh of the membranes made one want to feel and caress them. Sabrina loomed over her betrayed coven in all her glory. She loomed menacingly, like a demonic goddess ascended from hell to damn them for eternity. She could see the fear in their eyes, and she relished in it, but fear was not where the bulk of her power lay.
Six pairs of eyes watched as her elegant fingers trailed her wicked nails over massive, perky breasts, leaving the crimson flesh unharmed. They stared hungrily when Sabrina submerged Bethany's boyfriend in the yawning hellhole that would have been called cleavage on a mortal woman. Sabrina made a point of tweaking her hot-pink nipples, sending alluring waves of motion through the jiggling fun bags. When the tiny women on the table began to drool, she pushed their attention further South. Those gorgeous hands caressed her washboard stomach, and her index finger circled the dark navel where a belly button would have been on a human. On the demoness there was only a small depression, like a dimple on the abs, but it was the perfect size and shape for licking. Then Sabrina’s hands converged on a hairless pubis, the red flesh tattooed with an intricate weave of hot pink and abyssal black. The design was otherworldly, but evocative of twining limbs and twisting, thorny vines. Finally, Sabrina set her hands on the low table and bent at the waist, hovering her bodacious breasts over the edge of the pool, as a pair of tiny feet protruded from the bottom of the forbidden valley.
"Oh?” Sabrina said in mock surprise. “It would seem everyone is staring at little old me. Is there something on my face?" Sabrina joked. She gave herself a long, mocking once-over. "Ah, yes, I forgot to mention. Do you recall that demon invasion I mentioned, that occurred back in the late seventeenth century? It would seem that one demon incursion was far more successful than any mortals realized. In fact, it’s entirely possible that demon survived the witch hunts, and eventually consumed enough souls to manifest a physical body of her own in this mortal world. Perhaps she even proceeded to invite the next demonic invasion, advising that hell send as many demons as could be prepared for the invasion, only to realize that feeding demonic energy to humans would concentrate and de-aspect that power, priming it for absorption and re-aspecting into denser concentrations of my personal brand of lust energy."
"W-what are you saying?" Hecate asked.
Sabrina ignored Hecate yet again, and refocused back on Bethany. She grabbed the tiny witch and licked her lovely, naked body. Sabrina paid special attention to her erogenous zones, using every skill, trick and technique her experienced forked tongue could ply upon the tiny woman to enhance her desire and arousal. With tender caresses, focused pressure, and full-body envelopment with her supple tongue, Sabrina brought little Bethany to the brink of orgasm, but before she pushed the little woman to her unholy release, she retrieved Bethany's boyfriend from her cleavage. Se set him on her hand beside his abruptly clam-jammed lover. She could see the way little Bethany looked at her man. She retained a degree of guilt and pity for what she had done to the man, but her desire was billowing over, and she looked ready to pounce and mount her man so she could ride him to her desperate completion. The boyfriend, on the other hand, looked a bit ragged. His erection was hard as steel, but unlike his lover, he wasn’t ready to pound her into the eternity. Rather, he had the look of a man who just wanted to take his love into his arms, and hold her until the worst was passed.
Bah. Sabrina hated love. It was the only thing that could try to oppose her. It wa a shame, really.
“Terrence, do you love Bethany?”
He gulped, and nodded vigorously. “I do. More than anything. More than life itself.”
Sabrina leaned closer, her heart-shaped pupils flashing as she concentrated a full third of her lust aura upon the man.
“You love her, do you?” Sabrina asked with a vulnerable pout. “But Terrence, what do you think of me?”
“I worship you,” he said with fiery passion, and without hesitation. “I'd give anything to be with you, Mistress. I would cast aside everything I have for you!”
Sabrina raised an elegant eyebrow. “Does that include your horny little lover?” she asked.
“Gladly, Mistress! You have but to ask it of me, and I would burn the world for you!”
Sabrina nodded. “Thank you, Terrence. That is exactly what I wanted to hear. Now, what I want you to do for me is simple, and will even feel good for your lovely little girlfriend.” Sabrina held the edge of her hand against her chin, and licked her pouty lips. “I want you to bend your little slut over my lip, then I want you to fuck her good and hard like a bitch in heat. Then, when you’ve made her cum for me good and hard, I want you to feed her to me.”
“Your desire is my life’s purpose, Mistress,” he said.
Terrence wasted no time. He lifted a horny and confused Bethany by the waist, spun her around, and bent her over Sabrina's lower lip. The coven watched their sister’s tiny boyfriend fuck her raw in the mouth of the horny demoness. Terrence pounded her little pussy like a man possessed, and her cries of pleasure were music to Sabrina’s ears. She wanted the little witch to get lost in her lust, to drown in her desire, to completely aspect all of that demonic energy trapped in her tiny body into the perfect meal for a hungry succubus like Sabrina. When Bethany came, the coven watched their smallest sister’s squirming outline descend behind those perfect breasts. After a kiss and a thank you, Terrence’s smaller outline followed blissfully moments later.
A burst of lust-attuned demonic energy flooded Sabrina, and she physically grew to nine feet tall as she fought to maintain her reduced size. The potent lust energy she’d absorbed from the smallest witch increased her maximum height from twelve to forty feet tall. She reigned in her expanded lust-aura, lest it provoke a campus-wide orgy unseen since her progenitor burned Rome.
Sabrina, horns brushing the dining room ceiling, let out a tremendous burp and giggled. Now that her power was so thoroughly reinforced, Sabrina decided she could take the time to finally answer Hecate’s earlier questions.
"I can see the questions in your eyes. ‘What is she going to do to us? Is there anything we can do to save ourselves?’ Let me make your position quite clear. The six - sorry, the five of you are now my playthings, and will remain as such until I digest you one-by-one. I want you to know that you can delay your fate, and enjoy pleasures beyond your wildest dreams, if only you serve me faithfully. But that does not mean your lives will be spared. All of you will pass on your demonic energy to me, and the order in which that happens will be decided by how well you serve me. The one who pleases me least will feed me next. Now, as for how I’m going to keep you, know that you are no longer human. From the moment you consumed demonic energy, you became little more than a demonic energy bar, cooked up for the express purpose of fueling my conquest of Earth.”
Sabrina smiled at the horrified expressions on those flushed cheeks, and reached for the largest of her new two-in-one snacks and playthings. “Now, take a deep breath Raevin," she said, grabbing the girl while spreading her glistening labia to accept her vagina’s new resident. “I want you writhe, squirm and enjoy the plushest seats in the world from which to watch this demon’s rise.”