Devilishly Attractive

Devilishly Attractive
By
Hugh D. Martin

Based off of AkuOreo's Mid-Transformation Tattoo series: Little Devil Tattoo



        Megan Sanderson sighed heavily; she had been thinking about a boy she had a crush on, Trevor Mitchell. She'd felt something for him ever since he started coming to her High School, he was the boy every girl wanted to be with: the bad boy. He even had a motorcycle and a tattoo, but he wouldn't be interested in her. True, she was pretty but she was too average, too unadventurous. So she had consigned herself to admiring him from afar.
        She was snapped out of her reverie by her friend David Alexander, David was one of those guys whose picture was in the dictionary next to the definition of Otaku. If you had any questions about manga, anime, or Japanese pop-culture, David could answer you on command.
        "You alright?" he asked, "It looked like you were off in another world."
        "I'm fine," said Megan, "I was just-
        "Thinking about Trevor," interrupted David.
        "Yeah," she replied, "I can't help it. He's just so handsome."
        David just sighed and straightened his glasses, he never understood what girls found so alluring about Trevor, the guy was a textbook asshole. He didn't respect any of the girls who threw themselves at him; he just had his way with them and moved on to another one. Megan deserved better than that. She was smart, friendly and beautiful, but she wasn't stuck up about it. Every time a guy came along and told her she was pretty she just smiled shyly. He'd never admitted it out loud, but he was kind of attracted to her. He wanted to tell her how he felt, but she was always too busy thinking of Trevor.
        Oh well, he thought as the bell rang. He packed up his books and headed for his next class, but not before taking one last look at her. She deserved so much better than Trevor, but not someone like him either, who was a geek in three languages, one of them fictional.

        After school Megan was walking home as usual. She liked looking in the windows of all the little shops as she passed by. There was the florist, the jewelry store and a pet store. Today however there was something different, where on Earth had that tattoo parlor come from, it literally hadn't been there yesterday yet there it was. The Mystic Tattoo Shop its sign proclaimed. A sudden thought popped into her head, this would be the perfect time to prove she was adventurous enough for Trevor by getting a tattoo. She paused a moment to summon all the courage she had, and stepped through the door.
        The inside of the tattoo parlor was not at all what she'd been expecting. She had always pictured such places to be grimy, dingy little places with cigarette burns and beer stains everywhere. This place was spotless! There wasn't a speck of dust or stain anywhere and the floor looked so clean she could actually see a faint reflection of herself in it. She began looking around for the owner of this miraculously immaculate establishment. She found him in the back room sprawled out in a hammock with the TV on. How someone could fall asleep during an action movie while keeping a lit cigarette in their mouth was beyond her. She reached over and turned off the set and the owner snapped awake and promptly fell out of the hammock. He let out a groan and then suddenly popped straight to his feet and declared,
        "I'm okay!"
        He looked around for a moment as if confused,
        "Funny," he said, "I could have sworn I left the TV-
        And then he noticed Megan, he smiled and clapped his hands together,
        "Hello my dear," he said politely, "What brings you to my lovely little shop this afternoon." he paused, "It IS the afternoon right?" he asked. She nodded,
        "Oh good," he said with a sigh of relief, "I'd hate to have a repeat of last week. Slept through an entire weekend, of course I was pretty hammered." He took a puff off his cigarette and blew out the smoke,
        "So," he said, "How can I help you today?"
        Megan blinked at him a moment to take in his appearance. He was tall and kind of skinny and his eyes had a mischievous twinkle behind his glasses. He had a scruffy beard and dark hair that was mostly covered by a bandanna. He wore an open flannel shirt over a tie-dye t-shirt, blue jeans that looked like they'd seen better days and an old pair of work boots.
        "Well," she said after regaining her composure, "I guess I want to get a tattoo."
        "Ah," said the owner knowingly, he took another drag from his cigarette,
        "Let me guess," he said, exhaling smoke, "you want a certain boy to notice you."
        Megan gave a start,
        "How did you know that?" she asked.
        The owner took another puff and blew out a smoke ring,
        "No one gets a tattoo without a reason my dear," he said with a warm smile, "least of all a pretty young lady such as yourself, who looks like she'd have no problem with that otherwise." He puffed on his cigarette again and exhaled the smoke,
        "So why don't you have a seat?" he asked, gesturing to the barber style chair over in the corner. After she sat down he handed her a binder filled with various tattoo designs.
        "Any design in particular that you want?" asked the owner.
        "No," replied Megan, "any suggestions?"
        The owner puffed his cigarette as he pondered the question,
        "Well," he said, "you should pick a design the fits who you want to become."
        "What's that mean?" asked Megan.
        "Getting a tattoo changes something about you," answered the owner, "So I think you should keep in mind what you want to change into."
        "Okay," said Megan, that made a lot of sense; if you were going to get permanent body art you shouldn't pick something you'll feel bad about later. Scanning through a few more pages she found exactly what she wanted: a Succubus. The picture of the deviling looked sexy, confident and powerful, exactly how she wanted to feel.
        "This one," she said pointing to the image. The owner looked at it a moment and then at her.
        "Alright then," he said readying his tattoo machine and ink, "Just sit back and watch me work my magic."

        Fifteen minutes later Megan had paid the tattoo shop owner and was on her way home. Her brand new body art was covered by a large gauze bandage on her midriff that she'd been told she could take off when she got home. She was feeling quite satisfied, sure getting the tattoo had hurt, but Trevor was definitely going to notice her now.
        When she got home she headed straight for her bedroom and stood in front of the mirror. She lifted up her shirt to expose the gauze pad and slowly peeled off the medical tape around the edges. The air in her bedroom felt chilly against the freshly inked skin as she removed the gauze. Her tattoo had come out perfectly; she couldn't wait to see what Trevor thought of it.
        At that moment she started to feel very strange all over. She looked down at her self to see if anything was wrong and discovered that her tattoo was shimmering slightly. Suddenly the skin surrounding it turned lilac purple, she touched the colored area hoping it was a bruise but didn't feel anything, and then the purple spread. Megan watched speechlessly as the strange skin tone spread all over her body. But that was just the beginning. As soon as the change reached her hands her fingernails started transforming, they got just a bit longer and curved viciously into claws, the same thing happened to her feet as well. She felt a sudden tightness across her chest and her shirt ripped apart as her breasts expanded from an average B-cup to an incredibly sexy D-cup. She should have felt embarrassed by this but she had other things to worry about, namely the demonic tail that had sprouted from the base of her spine and the leathery wings that grew from her shoulder blades. The new appendages swayed from side to side provocatively every time she moved. Then she felt something happening to her ears, they were becoming longer and pointed, even her hair color was changing, shifting from golden blonde to a bright red. The transformation finally completed as a small pair of horns sprouted on top of her head and her emerald green eyes changed to ruby red.
        Megan gazed at her new form in the mirror,
        "I'm her," she said, "I'm the succubus in my tattoo."
        She took a deep breath and let it out slowly, she felt…different, sexy, and powerful. Really powerful, she felt a sort of energy inside of her waiting to be released. She closed her eyes and concentrated on that nexus of inner power, when she opened her eyes she found that she had summoned flames from her palms, she had magic.
        "Awesome," she said and then let out a yawn, transforming into a mythical sex demon takes a lot of energy out of a teenage girl. She lay down in bed and went to sleep.

        Megan awoke the next morning feeling better then she ever had before in her life. She got out of bed and admired her new body in the mirror,
        "I look so good," she said, "but how am I going to explain this to my parents?"
        Before she could come up with a suitable answer her mother opened the door to her room.
        Megan fell back on her bed and covered her exposed chest and then looked in shock at the red skinned succubus standing in the doorway,
        "What happened to your shirt?" asked her mother, "was James playing with magic again?" she asked speaking of Megan's mischievous little brother.
        "Umm, yes," said Megan, it seemed as good an explanation as any.
        "Okay sweetie," said her mom, "you get changed and come have breakfast." She turned and walked down the hall,
        "James!" she yelled "How many times have I told you that magic is not a toy!"
        Megan walked to her closet to pick an outfit and found a lot of clothes that made her blush. Most of it was made of leather and left precious little of her body to the imagination. First she discovers that her mother was turned into a succubus then she finds her closet full of stuff that looked like it had been bought at Sluts R' Us, this was officially the weirdest day in the history of existence. Megan picked an outfit that looked at least partially concealing, a tight fitting leather to and short-shorts with calf length boots and spiked wristbands and collar.
        She made her way to the kitchen to find that it wasn't just her and her mom that had been transformed, but her whole family. The little imp sitting at the counter was her brother James and her father had become the huge Lesser Demon reading the morning newspaper.
        "Good morning dear," he said to her, "did you sleep alright? I thought I heard something in your room last night."
        "I'm fine," said Megan, "I was just changing a few things."
        "Okay," said her dad with a shrug, a gesture that went from his shoulders to his wingtips.
        Megan sat down and ate breakfast, after her father finished his paper he went to work, he was an insurance agent, and James went to get ready for school. It was kind of weird seeing everyone in her family changed like her, yet still carrying on like this was a normal day. After her breakfast Megan went to her room and packed for school, a thought suddenly occurred to her: what if this tattoo hadn't just changed her, but the entire world. There was only one way for her to find out.

        Sure enough, Megan had found herself in an entirely new world. As she walked to school the people she passed by weren't humans, but instead anthro-animals or mythological creatures like herself. As she walked past all the shops she noticed that the tattoo shop door was open, peeking inside she so not a scruffy looking man with a cigarette, but an even scruffier looking werewolf. He flashed a big toothy smile when he saw her,
        "Hello my dear," he said happily, "enjoying the new lease on life I gave you?"
        "You did this to me," said Megan gesturing at her new form.
        "I told you that getting a tattoo would change something about you," said the owner, "I just didn't tell you what it would change. Why do you want to go back to being human?" he asked.
        "Well, umm," said Megan, she actually enjoyed being a succubus. Somehow it felt, natural, like this was what she was supposed to be.
        "I'll take that as a no," said the owner, "That's good, I haven't had a satisfied customer in five hundred years."
        "Wait a minute," said Megan, "did you just say 'five hundred years'? How old are you?"
        The tattoo shop owner looked like he'd just got caught with his pants down,
        "I'll be fifteen hundred and one years old next Thursday," he said with a nervous chuckle.
        "Wow," said Megan, "just when I thought this day couldn't get any weirder."
        The owner burst out laughing,
        "Young lady," he said, "I'm a fifteen hundred year old sorcerer who owns an inter-dimensional tattoo parlor. Trust me when I tell you that you haven't even scratched the surface of 'weird.'"
        "I guess I could believe that," said Megan, "So I guess I have you to thank for all this happening to me?"
        The shop owner bowed politely,
        "But of course milady," he said.
        "Well," said Megan, "I guess I should go see what Trevor thinks of my tattoo."
        She turned to walk out the door when that owner made a funny sound,
        "You know," he said, "there's a funny thing about happiness. Sometimes the things we're looking for are right in front of us, we just don't notice them at first."
        Strange thing for him to say, thought Megan as she headed to school. She didn't see Trevor until lunch; he always sat over in a corner with his gang of friends. As she walked over she heard a commotion, someone was being beat up. She saw Trevor, now a black-winged angel, and his friends standing over a dejected looking kitsune, it was David!
        "Hey!" she said, "What are you doing to my friend?"
        "Well look here guys," said Trevor, "the loser actually does have a friend, and she's a hottie."
        Trevor slicked back his hair and smiled at her,
        "Hey babe," he said, "how about you ditch this loser and come hang out with me."
        If looks could kill then the one that Megan gave to Trevor would have left him a smoking hole in the floor, oh wait, she didn't need a look. She summoned a fireball in each hand and smiled at Trevor and his friends maliciously.
        "It's not very nice to beat people up," she told them. Then she embraced the demon she had become as she taught the boys a lesson they'd never forget.

        Elsewhere, a certain tattoo shop owning sorcerer was watching the whole thing on his enchanted television,
        "Who needs a crystal ball," he said to no one in particular, "When you can have five hundred channels."

        Megan was feeling immensely satisfied with herself. All the bullies who had been picking on David had been soundly beaten and more than a little singed. She walked over to David and pulled him up,
        "Are you okay?" she asked.
        David straightened his glasses on his muzzle,
        "I'm fine," he said, "Thanks for helping me."
        "You're welcome," said Megan for some reason she couldn't help but smile for him. She suddenly noticed how warm and soft his fur felt to her hand. She just wanted to snuggle up against it.
        "Megan," said David noticing her strange expression, "Are you okay?"
        "I'm fine," said Megan and then she gave him a big, loving kiss. David's ears and tail stuck straight out in surprise. He had to push her away to get her to stop,
        "You sure you're okay?" he asked.
        "Of course I'm okay," said Megan, "I just found the person who makes me happy."
        "And who would that be?" asked David.
        "You silly," said Megan. She pounced on him and gave more kisses. That evening when she went home with her new boyfriend she made him into a very happy little fox.