Crola the (Dark) Magical Girl (Naga TFTG)
Crola the (Dark) Magical Girl (Naga TFTG)
By Crola_the_Snake
"Goddamnit," Crola said as another photo from his friend came up in his notifications.
The photo was a selfie of a white dragon-lady standing on two legs. She was wearing a short dress that matches her white scales and was carrying a silver spear.
Crola cursed under his breath as he deleted the notif and hopelessly browsed for a post that is in no way related to magical girls.
"Heat index reaches 50 degrees?" Crola read the weather update from a news network, "Interesting."
It all started when mysterious artifacts started appearing at random places, usually a place where a person would likely to be alone, like the alley, or a time when only a few walk the alleys, like the night. It's usually the alleys in the middle of the night. These artifacts have been known to transform those who touch them to animalistic magical girls.
Permanently.
The transformed person, whether a girl by origin or not, would be the sole wielder of the said artifact. Because there were numerous of these artifacts all over the country, a large portion of the country became magical girls. There were even plans of establishing schools for them.
All of Crola's friends were magical girls, but despite their pleads, Crola refused to become one. A few people might attack him (with their magical staves) for saying this, but he was proud of being a dude. It doesn't matter that he wouldn't get any magical "love" powers. As long as he was a dude, Crola would be fine being the one rescued.
The doorbell ringed, disturbing him from a writing livestream. He told his viewers to wait for a second and then headed for the door. There was no one outside when he opened the door, and only found a box.
It was a meter long, twenty centimeters in width. There was no note nor sender address.
Crola was about to throw it away, thinking it's another artifact one of his friends have sent. However, he felt a yearning to open the box.
He went inside and opened it to see a black staff. By the top, it had a serpent's head, whose eyes were purple gemstones.
Crola picked up the staff, "Isn't this--"
"You are the destined wielder," a female voice interrupted. Oh crap.
"Spoken in the prophecies of your ancestors," it continued. This was always the speech, according to his friends.
"No, I loathe magical girls with all my heart," Crola said, "Why would I be destined to be one?"
The voice ignored him and continued, "You are destined to wield this staff and use it to bring darkness." Hold on, this was different from the speeches when his friends touched their artifacts.
"What?" Crola asked.
"With my powers and your renewed body, we will destroy the Sacred Stones--"
"Hold on--"
"--and the Demon King will rise."
"Isn't that from a video game?"
"Once we harnessed his power, we will destroy all the magical girls you loathe with all your heart."
"I didn't mean that. Sure, I hate them, but not to the point of actually desroying them."
"Either way, your fate has been sealed the moment you touched the staff."
"I could just let go of the staff." However, when he tried to, he couldn't. The staff was stuck on his hands.
"What the--" The man said.
"Too late," the voice said. Then the staff fell off Crola's hands. He could see black scales by the tip of his fingers.
"You will be the Dark Magical Girl. It will never be something you can deny." The scales covered his hand. His nails have already morphed into claws.
"No! I cannot let this happen! I'll kill myself before I become a magical girl." The scales made their way on Crola's arms, which were growing slimmer.
"But you won't be feeling any pain. You're gonna even like it. You're gonna like it so much that you would want more." Crola's shoulders narrowed as the black scales spreaded all over his chest. His shirt started to feel tight as two mounds of flesh grew beneath them.
"Are these...?" Crola touched them as they continue to expand, the shirt reaching its limits.
"Yes. If I'm gonna do you a makeover, might as well suit your body to my preferences." The shirt gave out and fell to the ground in shreds. Two huge mounds of flesh, covered in black, shiny scales bounced as they freed themself from their fabric prison. For some reason it felt good.
"Yes," the voice said, "Feel it. Feel the darkness consume you. How does it feel?" Crola was about to shout an insult, but something else came out of his mouth.
"It felt... good," he said as the scales covered his midriff. Soon, he moaned as he felt his organ shrink and vanish into his body, replaced by a vertical hole. He just turned to a she.
"Am I...?" Crola asked.
"Yes. You are a girl now. Now let's tick off the first two words, shall we?"
"Oh, yes. Please do." The pants met the same fate as its upper companion and fell to the grounds in shreds, at it could no longer be worn by legs that were merging together.
"What am I turning into?" The man, er, woman asked.
The voice seemed to laugh, "Keeping it as a surprise." The legs merged and became covered by black scales. After they have completely merged, Crola moaned as her tail started to lengthen to about thrice her original height.
"A snake..." she whispered.
"Correct. You will be a snake magical girl." Crola's moans grew higher, as her neck lengthened, her vocal cords turning to something more feminine.
"How do you like your new voice?" the voice asked.
"Good," the voice seemed to reply to herself. Except it didn't. It was Crola who replied, speaking with the exact same voice as the voice guiding her through her transformation.
"Nice to hear my voice physically," the voice replied back, "Now let's proceed to the penultimate." Crola's face started to push forward as her teeth shrank back in, leaving two of it to grow to fangs. Her tongue narrowed and forked at the end.
"My teeth..." Crola said.
"They don't matter anymore," the voice replied, "You could swallow your victims whole anyway." Crola's nose and ears disappeared, leaving them as holes on her head. Her brown, human, eyes changed to purple, reptilian, ones. The pleasure vanished as the transformation ended.
"It's over?" Crola asked, seemingly disappointed as she looked over her new body, with no trace of what she was before any of this.
"Not yet. One more step," the voice said, now inside her mind, "Our minds must meld together."
"Meld?"
"Yes. A thousand years of unexplainable wisdom from a primordial spirit and the endless potential of a human being. This is why those pests liked humans so much."
"Pests? You meant those annoying magical girls?"
"Yes. We could wipe them out. Together, our power could force even the most powerful of them to subject to our will. All you have to do is let me--"
"--take control." Crola blinked twice before she realized what happened.
"I never even got to finish," she said, "Never thought I'd agree that fast." Crola looked at the staff, whose gemstones were glowing, and picked it up.
"I never thought I will get here," she said. Crola looked at the box and noticed a note inside it. She picked it up and read it.
Hey, Crola.
I know this is too much for you to handle, but I don't want you to disconnect from society just because we are different. I can't stop being a magical girl, but you can stop being a helpless human. Forgive me if I anger you in any way because of this, but I hope this staff will bring us closer than before magical girls. Please come at my place after you received this, so that I will know whether you want us to continue.
Dearest regards,
Eryn.
"Eryn, huh?" Crola asked, "She must be that silver dragon that came up in my mind when I saw her name." She looked at her body, which somehow reflected the light from the outside, "Oh, right. Clothes." She snapped her fingers, then a black wisp of smoke covered her body.
When the smoke dissipated, Crola was wearing a black dress similar to the one that was worn by her friend.
"An outfit fit for someone on tje dark side," she said.
She looked at her computer, which was flooded with comments. She sat down and put on the headphones.
"Sorry for being out for a while," Crola said through the microphone.
A comment came up, saying "Who are you?"
"It's me, Crola," the snake replied.
"Magical girl now?" the same person commented.
"Yeah, I definitely don't regret it, so far. Might cancel tomorrow's stream, though."
"Why?" another viewer asked.
Crola smiled, although her viewers wouldn't have noticed, "I have plans."