Tier 3+ Story 📜🎩 T H E ☆ M A G I C I A N - Act 37 & 37½

Content (for the whole story): original content, w/w(?), asexuality/demisexuality, cryptid (?) pregnancy, nb(?)preg, sexual & kink awakening, stuffing, nausea, gender ambiguity, birth, transphobia, dysphoria, depression & suicidal thoughts, parental conflicts, use of alcohol and other drugs, demons, religions & mythology (diverse), cursing, belly focus

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Part I Acts: 1-3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | 10 | 11 | 12 | 13 | 14 l 15 | 16 | 17 | 18 | 19
Part II Acts: 20 | 21 | 22 | 23 | 24 | 25 | 26 | 27 | 28 | 28½ | 29 | 30 | 30½ | 31 | 32 | 33 | 34 | 35 | 36 

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T H E  ☆  M A G I C I A N

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Act 37

Mel

Initially, Mel had been under the assumption that things would be better now.

He had been wrong.

Never in his life did he feel this excruciatingly weak and exhausted.

He couldn’t even get out of bed and lost consciousness when he attempted to. Apparently, this was when Lusje took over and cared for his body, to some extent: cleaning and feeding it, taking it to the bathroom, then tucking him back into bed. Maybe the demon did other things while being in control, too. Mel had no way of checking, and frankly, he didn’t care. He didn’t ask, and the demon didn’t tell. Nor did they talk about anything else.

The intense fatigue wasn’t only of physical nature; it affected his mental state, too. The fact that it took its toll on his mind once again stressed him out. He needed a break from all this. Unlike some weeks ago, he didn’t want to actively take his own life anymore, but he would love to just... stop existing for a month, or two, or maybe even a whole year.

The ups, the downs, the confrontations, the moral fights, being outside his comfort zone continuously; it all was just too much.

And it wasn’t as if he just didn’t have any energy left. More like a car whose gas tank had been ripped out brutally and replaced with just a tiny juice box full of fuel.

At first, he thought that things would get better after some rest. But when his condition got increasingly worse, he eventually understood. It was just as Lusje had warned him on their first meeting: His body - no, his whole existence - was indeed fully addicted to the vigor the demon had granted him. In such a way that it has become the new vital standard. Being without it was equivalent to being in a room with a very low percentage of oxygen. Enough to survive, but not enough to live.

An intense, morbid kind of sickening terror filled his heart as soon as this understanding had fully settled in. He would be addicted for his whole life.
Of course, he was in no position to complain in any way. He had agreed to this. And now there was no turning back.

He needed those … parasites again.

On day three without them, he finally started to talk again.

“Please …”

Even if it was just a one word plea without any specifics, the demon understood immediately. Twirled up on his lap like a cat, Lusje lifted the now tiny head and looked at Mel.

“Not yet.”

“Please,” Mel repeated, this time even weaker.

The snake just looked at him, its face impossible to read.

“Don’t... don’t make me beg...” he pleaded, and hated himself for doing so.

“Kid,” Lusje started, “I would love to, believe me. But you do need ‘em breaks in between.”

I.. I need it. I really... really do.”

“I know you feel that way. Just a little longer, aight? Until your human body has healed a little without any demonic help. It’s for yer own good.”

Instead of giving it another try, tears started to form in his eyes and silently ran down his temples. He would’ve cried loudly, but even that required more energy than he had left.

There was no telling what the demon felt when observing him silently. Though maybe it was somewhat regretful, because after a while he said: “I still owe you a story. Are you able to listen?”

Mel tried to nod. Even though he didn’t manage to actually do it, the demon understood anyway.

“So, let’s see, what can I tell you... ah, maybe some of the dumbest names people have given me. Jörmungandr, for example. Or Apepi. But the funniest one is Bobbi-Bobbi. Don’t google that one, nothin’ about me during that time is true. They say that I gave ‘em one of my ribs as a boomerang, hahaha. Can you believe that? Anyway, I had my best times as a deity in old Egypt and my worst in Greece. I mean, the Greeks were chill and all, much more advanced in fuckery and gender than the people 2000 years later, but they really hated snakes. And were pedophiles, too.

You know Athena, right? A total bitch. Asshole, even. Not nice to hang with. Total stuck up wet blanket, never invite her to parties, everyone in the Olymp thought so. She hated sex and everythin’ regardin’ it, which is alright y’know, one man's fish is another man's poison and all that shit; but she had to take it out on others. Like that one time one of her little priestesses has been dishonored in her temple and instead of punishing Poseidon the sick fuck who did it, she punished the girl by turning her into - guess what - an snake monster. What a dick, right? Got kinda personal because of the snake thing to me, so I decided to help that poor human out and gave her the power to protect herself by turnin’ people into stone when they tried to hurt her again. But you know what? That fuckin’ bitchtits then acted like that girl was a danger to all humanity and gave an imbecile self proclaimed hero tools to kill her. So fucked up, man. I was so angry I shat in her dinner for a couple of years.”

There was no way of telling if any of this was true or not. Probably not. But the Lusje’s narration was entertaining, and it was somehow sweet that the demon was trying to get Mel’s mind off things, so he gladly let the snake talk for what felt like hours, until he fell asleep.

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Act 37½ - Intermission

Mel, CW: intercourse

When the demon finally announced that Mel was ready, he felt unnaturally excited. Usually this change of internal landscape would have been a reason for concern, but Mel had been through so many alterations already that it didn’t impact him as much. Besides that he really was too weak to be worried.

His whole body reacted towards the announcement, too: he was getting hot, his breathing accelerated and he felt a strange, new sensation flared up in his loin region; Something he never felt before. Some sort of a painless contraction in his abdomen that reached all the way to his genitals. It didn’t feel bad, but his old self would’ve been terrified.

Unlike the first time, Lusje was unexpectedly careful, almost gentle. There was no bone crushing, no biting, no laughter, no blood; And Mel didn’t feel like he was torn apart. “Just this once. Puppy license,” the snake commented on that. Mel even found himself to enjoy it to some extend, in this weird unnatural exciting way. As if his body - no, not even his, but a stranger's one - has taken over and called the shots. Getting more and more excited the closer they came to the moment of the actual, well, transfer.

Though Mel reasoned with himself that it was just because of the addiction, nothing more.

Nothing changed after the deed had been finally done and the demon had placed him back to bed. Then Mel remembered that last time it had taken some hours until these things had eventually settled inside him. Since his last energy reserves had been drained by now, he decided to fall asleep again.

Then, pain and nausea woke him.

The only thing he could manage to do before throwing up was to bend over to the side, where, surprisingly, a bucket had been placed already.

“Congratulations,” Mel heard the demon say and then snicker, “You’re pregnant again! You must be such a proud daddy.”

Because he wasn’t able to answer, Mel instead angrily puked some more.

One shower, clothing, and a massive breakfast later Mel finally felt human again.

“So, how are we doin’, toots?” Lusje asked while slithering around him and adding: “Rosy cheeks, good posture, clear, strong eyes..." You’re lookin’ great.”

“I feel great, too,” Mel stated, a little muffled because he was just eating his last sandwich, “like I can take over the world.”

The snake gave him a pleased laugh. “Which you will do, of course. Let’s start by getting you a proper place and an agent.”

“But… I have nothing special to show yet. How would we find an agent that would take me as a client?”

“By visiting a fortune teller,” Lusje answered cryptically.

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Story written by RoseVirage

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