Infernal Academia

Chapter 16 - Redtile's New Flame: Part 2 (Copper)

Cobalt's entire body lurched as he suddenly gasped for breath, his heart beating strong with renewed vigour.  He lay on his back for a while, eyes locked with the rocky ceiling as he panted, shaking all over.  The duct tape around his wrists and ankles had been cut away, and any remnants of Alison's maddened experimentation had since been cleared away.  Swallowing hard in an effort to moisten his parched throat, he gritted his teeth and eased himself off the pool table.  With one foot placed on the ground, he tried to stand up, only to nearly topple over as his entire centre of gravity seemed to shift.

Something wasn't right.  His entire body felt... off.

"Alison...?" Cobalt called, wincing as he held a hand to his throat.

It hurt to speak, and he sounded strange.

"Oh, you're alive!  Thank fuck for that!" replied the voice of the human from somewhere deeper in the lamb.

Emerging from the depths of a crate she was rooting through, Alison Titch popped her head out and fixed him with a brilliant smiled.

"I was getting worried for a moment!  Your heart stopped like six times, and my defibrillators only lasted the first four.  Had to resort to these," she stated, holding a pair of cattle prods aloft.

Wincing, Cobalt glanced over at the computers piled upon the scientist's desk.  According to the clock on one of them, it was around nine o'clock.

"Six times... in an hour...?" he gasped, his entire body heaving as he struggled to remain steady.

"Ye~ah, about that... You've been out for an hour... and a day..."

"What?!"

She began frantically flapping her gloved hands.

"Okay, maybe I fucked up by giving you all the compounds at once!  I thought your body would be able to take it!"

Cobalt shook his head.  It felt fuzzy, in a strange way.

"Lust demons have notoriously weak constitutions... What exactly did you do to me...?" he asked, leaning against the edge of the pool table.

She tugged at the collar of her scorched lab coat.

"Maybe I oughta show you, first.  Might be easier to explain..."

Rummaging through a carboard box, Alison produced a cracked hand mirror.  Wiping the dust off, she trotted over to Cobalt and handed it to him in an uncharacteristically sheepish manner.  Frowning, he gazed deep into its reflective surface.

The face that Cobalt was met with was that of a woman he did not recognise.  She was a Succubus - such was obvious from the purple skin - but her eyes were an unnatural amber colour, and as he scrutinised her features, he saw that her hair was both unkempt and an unusual shade of navy.  

"What the-?"

He froze, as did the girl in the mirror.  His eyes widened, as did hers.  Both of their mouths dropped open.

A few silent, stunned seconds passed before the realisation hit Cobalt like a runaway freight train.

"ALISON, WHAT THE HELL DID YOU DO TO ME?!" he screamed, dropping the mirror.

He frantically looked down at his hands.  They were purple, just like his face.  Not only that, but his shirt seemed to have gotten baggier, and he could feel a subtle rise in his chest.  Craning his neck, he looked back to see that he had filled out his trousers somewhat.  Only the spade of his tail remained unchanged.

There was no point in denying it.  One way or another, Alison had somehow turned him into a Succubus.

"Look, calm down!  It's perfectly reversible, I assure you!"