Crown upon a Wish (Demoness Tg) Draft (Patreon)

“It’s over! QUADRUPLE GIGA!!!” Mark yelled, driving his sword downwards towards the Demonlord Aliester. 

Aleister held his dark spear up to block. But one could see in his eyes that he wasn’t confident in being able to take another such powerful attack head on, as he was already on his last leg from this long and drawn out fight. Yet Aliester didn’t falter, bracing for impact and…

KABOOOOM!!!

A huge explosion of elements, fire circling in a tornado that flung stones around as water droplets coated the ruined remains of the throne room in a thin layer of water. At least what was left of it, as this battle of magic and strength had taken quite a toll on the entire building. But finally, it seemed like the victor of this battle had been decided. 

The rubble settled, and a thick smog of dust hung in the air. Mark stood tall amidst the destruction, his breath heavy but victorious. At his feet lay the shattered remains of Aliester's once formidable spear, a testament to the battle's ferocity. Aliester himself was slumped against his broken throne, defeated yet defiant.

"This is my defeat… I have nothing to stop you now." Aliester's voice was a hoarse whisper, strained from the battle. "What will you do now? Ascend to my throne? Rule the kingdom with an iron fist as I did?"

Mark's eyes flickered with humor. A stark contrast to the intensity of their recent clash. He  plucked the ornate crown from Aliester’s head. The gold felt heavy in his hands, cold, yet pulsing with a strange energy.

"Nope, Aliester," Mark replied, his voice steady and calm. "Why would I be interested in something like that? Come on~ I was just after this little thing here~"

Confusion flickered across Aliester's features, his brow furrowing in suspicion and fatigue. "My crown? That's it? Why go through all this, face death and destruction, if not for power? This measly accessory isn't even enchanted or anything."

Mark lifted the crown towards the shattered ceiling, where the sky peeked through, dark and ominous. "Because of a deal. The only way to get what I want into this world of fantasy! I did it for the useless Crown of the Demonlord! And now that I fulfilled my end of the deal, she will fulfill her part! Give it up for Nagisa, the dark goddess."

“What are you babbling about? I told you many times that I am no Demonlord! And there is no such God as Nagisa… Huh?” Aliester wanted to rebuttal, as soon as the name 'Nagisa' slipped through his lips, the air around them thickened. A dark mist seeped from the crown, swirling around Mark and enveloped Aliester  along with the remaining members of Mark’s party who were scattered around the room, defeated but alive.

“W-What was your wish, you fool?!?” Aliester asked, feeling an inexplicable chill race through his veins, followed by an unsettling warmth that began to rewrite his very essence. 

First, Aliester noticed his body slimming down, the dense muscle mass that had defined his powerful physique melting away as if it were being siphoned off. His shoulders narrowed, losing their broadness while his arms became slender. The sinewy strength fading into a more delicate form. The transformation was swift, leaving Aliester staring down at his hands in disbelief - reshaped into a finer, less rugged version of themselves.

Mark asked with joyous excitement. “Simple. This is a fantasy world, right?”.

“Fantasy? How is our world fantasy in any way?!?” Aliester asked with a shaking voice as the next place of focus was even more startling to him. 

As he gazed down, transfixed by his altering form, he felt a peculiar swelling across his chest. What began as a slight tightness quickly burgeoned into a significant transformation, his chest expanding into sizable, well-formed breasts. The fabric of his armor strained and then gave way under the pressure, adjusting to accommodate his new massive, round orbs. Each breath he took accentuated their new contours, a stark reminder of his rapidly changing identity.

“Riiiiiight. To you, it wouldn’t be a fantasy world.” Mark tapped his head as if he had just remembered something, making Aliester even more confused.  “Yeah, I am one of those heroes from another world. That’s why this world is a fantasy world to me.”

“And what does that have to do with anything?!?” Aliester asked as the pressure finally let up from his now bouncy chest, but the mist did not stop there. 

Aliester’s waist cinched in as his hips widened, a curve forming where none had existed before. Mass went to his rear reshaping it into a large, round, pronounced form, completing the silhouette of his now unmistakably feminine body. 

In an instant, his  manhood disappeared, replaced by a female anatomy unfamiliar to him. Aliester reached down in a panic, his eyes wide with shock and a stark feeling that it wasn’t over yet.

“Easy! There wasn’t a single monstergirl in this Isekai when I arrived. And you all underestimated how far I would go to get them,” Mark laughed. 

Aliester felt an inhuman force grow within her. From her back erupted a pair of large, bat-like wings, their dark membranes stretching wide with a haunting beauty. Simultaneously, a tail protruded from her lower back, growing longer and ending in a spade-like tip. 

She turned, trying to catch a glimpse of her new appendages, each movement sending a new, strange sensation rippling through her. Heaviness overcame her front and back while her wings and tail.

“Wha… What have you done to… me…?” she stammered, then faced Mark once more, feeling both heavy on the front and the back, while at the same time her wings and tail alienated her to no end. Yet, there was another feeling steadily growing within her. 

“Congratulations! You have been turned into a demon for real. And even into a succubus at that,” Mark giggled like a child in an all-you-can-eat buffet, causing even more worry within Aliester. “Oh, but I am not done~ My wish should have done more than just turn you~”

At Mark’s unsettling words, both of them turned around to Mark's companions. They all used to be male not more than a few minutes ago, but now nothing of that manliness remained anymore. 

His stalwart knight who had always prided himself on his strength and battle prowess. And while even in his new and curvy form, one could still clearly see that strength, her physique  changed still. 

Her lower half began to reshape, her buttocks pushing outward dramatically as fur sprouted across her skin. The knight's feet painfully morphed into solid hooves. As she cried out, another pair of legs burst forth near her rear, complete with their own hooves. Within moments, her transformation into a centaur was complete. Her upper body remained human, showcasing her strong, battle-hardened torso, but her lower half was now that of a powerful horse, covered in sleek fur that gleamed even in the dim light of the ruined throne room.

As the centaur grappled with her new form, she staggered slightly, struggling to balance the weight and power of her equine half. "What... what is happening? This form... I feel so… powerful… I feel so…" 

She gasped, her voice a blend of awe and confusion. As she steadied herself, adjusting to the four legs now supporting her, a newfound determination lit her eyes as if something clicked in her head. "M-Mark! Lord Mark! Let me be your steed and guard. I shall be your favorite, your personal knight, charging into battle at your command! All you need to do is command me!" 

Her voice was firm, resonant with the honor and loyalty she had always held as a knight, now magnified by her formidable new form. Although both Mark and Aliester were a bit shocked by her declaration.

The transformation of the second companion was no less spectacular. He-… now she was the group’s silent assassin, known for her deadly precision and stealth. Suddenly, her legs split apart, becoming four thin, chitin-coated appendages resembling those of an arachnid. Her buttocks expanded and hardened, covered in the same protective chitin. From her spine, a long, segmented scorpion tail emerged, arching menacingly over her head with a sharp, poisonous tip poised to strike. From the looks of it, the assassin was turning into a scorpion girl, who looked both defenseless and alluring as well as incredibly deadly at the same time.

The scorpion girl, stumbling around on her multiplied yet much thinner legs, hissed softly, a sound of both discomfort and intrigue. "What darkness have you turned me into? You better answer quickly or I… I’ll…"

Her eyes darted around as she tested the swift, precise movements her new body afforded. Yet her movements became slower and more steady as the deathglare she gave Mark softened considerably. She proposed, her voice a whisper that seemed to blend with the shadows around them. "Mark, let this darkness serve you. I will be your shadow, your silent blade in the night. Let me be the one who watches your back, your personal assassin, ever at your readiness," 

Meanwhile, the transformation of the third companion, the gentle mage, took a different turn. Her legs fused together, while scales sprouted across them. Cries of confusion and fear from her, took on a melodious quality, echoing in the vastness of the throne room. Webs of skin formed between her fingers, creating a fin-like appearance. 

When her legs fully fused, forming a long, elegant tail, her feet morphed into a broad, graceful tailfin. The mage had become a mermaid, her new form shimmering with a delicate iridescence, confined to the rim of a large puddle formed from the battle’s aftermath.

The mermaid looked around in panic, touching her tail as if to check if it was real. "I can't… walk anymore... What use am I now?" she lamented, her melodious voice trembling with a mixture of fear and sadness. Yet much to her own surprise, she noticed something. “...what? What's going on with my voice…? This is… magical~” 

She began to sing softly, a cheering melody loaded with emotion that filled the throne room with an ethereal resonance. Clearing her throat, she addressed Mark with a serene smile, "Mark~ Let my voice be for you, Mark. I wish to be your songstress, to sing for you whenever you desire. My voice, my songs, for your pleasure and command."

All three of them looked at each other for a brief moment, before shifting back to Mark, who himself was a little bit confused. 

Aliester was even more confused than him. “What the hell did you wish for from the dark goddess?!?” 

“Like I said! I only wished for monster girls to be real in this fantasy world!” Mark barked back. “I even told her that all I wanted is to build my own Monster girl harem! That's it!”

“You buffoon! If you make a deal with the dark goddess, she will take every wish of yours literally!” Aliester pointed her dainty finger at Mark. “With your wish, she could turn the entire world into your personal-…ah.”

Suddenly, Aliesters mind melted. She felt like her head was slowed down to a crawl as a tornado blew in from one ear and out the other. Things like ruling her country or becoming more powerful began to lose all meaning to her, as she suddenly didn’t even know why she wanted to defend her crown as the evil king so much in the first place. Yet instead, a need grew within her. An insatiable need so strong that she couldn't suppress it anymore.

“Please… Mark! Let me be your personal advisor! I promise I know a lot of things about staying in power and gaining strength over others. I can make you the ultimate king like no one ever was before! Please let me be by your side!” she spoke, her tone almost begging. But it just was the truest wish of her heart, as she wanted nothing more than that in her life. 

Mark stared  at her in shock, his expression telling everyone that he didn’t expect any of this to happen right now, but he was already thinking of ways to accept all of their services. “Didn’t think that deal would give me a harem right off the bat, but I am not complaining about four monster girls who would love to be with me! Follow me, we are going to renovate this palace!”

Little did he know that Aliester was actually right, and more than ten thousand monster girls were waiting in front of the castle the next day, all of them willing to offer their services to Mark just to have a chance of getting into his harem. And that ruling over them was incredibly hard, as a lot of them were even willing to kidnap him just to have Mark all to themselves. 

But that’s a story for another day, as Mark might have to use another deal with the dark goddess to get out of that bind as well. And as we all know, those always go exactly to plan, right?

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I mean, who wouldn't want to wish for monstergirls to exist in their Isekai?

Poll story for April