Page 33 of The Monster of Darkspell Comics

Fanny

I t’s safe to say that the mall has become my home and a large part of my life.

In a way, it has become my home just as much as my mate’s den.

I spend my days wandering along its halls, visiting with the friends that I’ve made there.

I’ve seen so many movies at the movie theater there that I’ve lost count and wasted a crap-ton of Paschar’s money at the arcade.

Not that he minds. Money doesn’t really have a meaning for him in the same way it does for humans.

Demons have their own currency, so human money doesn’t mean dick so long as he has enough to supply us with what we need while in the human world.

It’s his vacation, and he really treats it as such, his nightmare comics and little shop being more of a hobby project than anything else.

He is happy to let me dip into the cash and take what I want, even if he growls and threatens to take it out of my ass later—which always turns out to be a lot of fun, I have to admit.

It also turns out that vacations last a really long time for demons since their time runs differently than human time.

And since we are mated, he is on official extended leave anyway until my transformation is complete and I’m strong enough that it’s safe for us to really go home and not be isolated within the confines of his den.

So, I try to remember this as well. I’ve caught most of the good movies that have hit the cinema and shopped my heart out as the years have marched on.

The eighties were hard to let go of, but then as the late nineties came with everyone dialing-in, the world expanded further, growing and changing while I mostly stayed the same.

I mean, personal internal growth aside, and the random change of my hairstyles on a whim, I can’t say that I look any different thanks to Chewy.

Well, that’s not counting the changes . They are slow to come, but I started noticing them after the first decade we were together.

Small things at first, like setting fire to an entire shelf of comic books one day, and then bigger things such as when I woke up with a tail that had sprouted overnight while I slept—which does turn out to be every bit as erotic as I had imagined.

Unlike Pashar’s sinuous tail, mine is fluffy—like that of a fox.

I blame my mate entirely for calling me his little fox so much.

I swear that my body just decided to just work with what he was shoveling, but I can’t complain.

I love my tail, even if it’s a pain in the ass to keep hidden.

But more than that, I love Pashar’s grumbly, surly, growly ass day by day, and he never fails to show me exactly how much I mean to him even if it is in the little things, like going with me to see my favorite movie at the theater for the third or fourth time, or bribing the cook at one of the nicer restaurants in the mall to stay open a little later for our dinner.

Surprising me on my thirty-fifth birthday with a laptop was everything!

I know he hates the new booms in technology.

There is no dragging him into the digital age as of yet.

I can’t even persuade him to put up an online storefront to sell his comics.

He says it cheapens his work, but all I can see is new avenues opening up before me as I explore the world beyond what was ever possible before.

And the years keep rolling. Music changes, fashion changes.

Politics. It is fascinating to watch even if I feel like I’m an observer, seeing everything from a distance.

And we do leave our mall sometimes to make little trips elsewhere, but we never stay away long.

We go to the beach from time to time, and we visited Disneyland, but never further out than California.

I don’t like to be gone long, and really neither does Pashar since he feels nervous traveling with me in the open away from the security of the mall and all the monsters who live in Death Canyon City.

There he feels safe to let me out of his sight.

I also like being able to go down from the shop, through the portal, to our den and sleeping in our big bed every night.

I take a bite of cold pizza, the extra cheesy slice making me hum with pleasure as I finally shut the lid on my laptop and give my mate a sidelong look as I slide my hand over its sleek top.

This is the fifth laptop that he’s bought me since the first one.

Although he claims to still have no use for them, he understands how much I appreciate having access to the world at my fingertips and so sees to it that I have up-to-date equipment.

He didn’t even make any of his usual comments about nosy humans when I joined the world of social media.

I think he gets the fact that I need to feel like I’m still a part of the human world in some small way even as I grow further and further apart from the last vestiges of my humanity.

I wonder if we can get internet service in the demonic world?

I make a mental note to ask him about that.

Although I’ve loved our vacation, I know that with my transition nearing its completion that Pashar will soon look to return home.

I’m excited for the new adventure stretching out in front of me but also nervous.

I worry sometimes that if I lose those human parts of myself that Pashar fell in love with, that he would feel differently about me.

Licking the greasy cheese and sauce from my lips, I eye my mate speculatively, my tail twitching against the back of the stool where I’m sitting behind the shop counter, the rest of the surrounding mall dark beyond our little shop.

His eyes track my tail, and I give it a teasing little flick, a giggle bursting from me when a lustful smile curls his lips, his glowing yellow eyes rising to meet mine.

My tail curls against my belly, and I hug it to me, enjoying the teasing bristle of the soft fur.

My long, pointed ears twitch, twisting with the subtle sounds of the denizens of the mall.

Essentially, becoming a huyao, a fox demon, certainly hasn’t been any hardship.

Or perhaps I always was a fox demon and just found a way to wear a human form for a while when I was born to my parents.

I certainly never fit in right among my family, and there are all kinds of legends of foxes becoming humans, several of which my grandmother used to tell.

That said, I can’t help but think that my parents would be horrified to see me now.

They are very old now, and although I don’t visit them since it was kinder than sharing the truth of my decision, I got in touch with them some years ago and have kept tabs on them.

Knowing that they would be unhappy with what I’ve become makes my chest squeeze the way that it had during my youth when I tried desperately to meet family expectations before rebelling against them.

I don’t think they would recognize me now or see any trace of the human that I was.

They would be disappointed. I can live knowing that; that’s nothing new.

As long as Pashar loves this me as well, then I am more than pleased to have my nifty abilities.

That doubt is insidious, though, and I find it slipping out my mouth between bites of pizza before I can stop it.

“I think my transition is almost complete,” I confide quietly.

His eyes narrow slightly on me as if staring deep into some part of me that I can never see in a mirror, and nods. “A few more months at most,” he agrees and takes another big bite from his slice.

Okay. No words of excitement or adoration there. No need to panic, though.

“I mean, this new me is pretty neat, right? I can’t imagine how it can get any better,” I observe with a giggle, as I blow a tiny flame from my fingertips.

Pashar’s lips curl faintly with amusement, but I’m a bit disappointed that he only grunts as he continues to eat.

I mean, that’s just how Pashar is. It’s not like he has been demonstratively excited about my transformation, but it never bothered me before since I never felt like he was displeased with it.

Our sex life certainly hasn’t suffered. He is as enthusiastic as ever—in fact, he gets more inventive and willing to push my boundaries as time passes.

But now that my change is almost complete, the doubt has flared to life, and I don’t understand why he can’t see that I need a little more than that.

I wrinkle my nose at him with a huff, and he looks up at me in confusion, his mouth stuffed full of the ridiculously large slice he’s feeding into it.

Leaning forward, I meet his gaze and fold my arms on the counter. “Babe, I love you, but seriously... you need to be just a teensy bit more reassuring than that.”

His brow dips into a scowl, and he quickly chews his mouthful of pizza before speaking. “Reassuring of what?”

“Of what?” I gape at him. What exactly does he think we are talking about?

“Of this!” I gesture to myself in one sweeping motion.

“I need to know that you love this me as much as you love the human me. That you aren’t going to get tired of me the way that I am now and dropkick me into a sparkly mass of fog in the nightmare realm. ”

He snickers quietly, but there isn’t a hint of cruelty in his gaze when he looks over at me. His eyes glow with the fierce love that is so uniquely Pashar. “My love, is that what’s worrying you?”

“Well, yes. This is a new adventure for me, but I need to know that you are into it as much as I am.”

He chuckles loudly and reaches over, snatching me off my seat to haul me into his lap. “My little fox, it doesn’t matter to me if you were a slime ghoul of the foulest swamps of the demonic world. The female I love never changes even if your form does.”

He presses a kiss to my mouth, his long tongue delving past my lips and deep into my mouth, past my sharp teeth, and lingers there, his tongue twining around mine as if savoring me.

When he at last lets me come up for air, his grin is wolfish as he stares down at me and curls his fingers around my tail.

“That said, there are many delightful advantages to this new form. Claws and fangs to tear and bite into me as I fuck you is something I will never tire of. Or this,” he adds, giving my tail a short tug, sending desire licking through me.

I shiver, a ragged pant escaping me, and he chuckles, lifting me up higher into his arms as he stands.

With one sweep of his arm, he flings aside the pizza box so that he can drape me over the bare counter and tugs off my jeans.

My arousal spikes, and I can feel the wet, silky material of my panties clinging to my pussy and clit in a way that makes me moan and twitch when his hot breath fans them.

He grins wickedly up at me before pressing his mouth over my panty-covered sex to nip gently with his dangerous teeth, swiftly sending me teetering close to the edge as I whimper aloud.

He responds with a growl of pleasure that sends heat tumbling deeper through me in a way that had never affected me before until our need to mate hit us.

But now I reach for it greedily, basking in that vocalized affirmation of his desire as his claws tear off my panties.

But it’s his large body rising to settle over mine and the way his arms close around me and hold me so tenderly and reverently to him as he whispers soft words of adoration as he kisses and licks my flesh that proves me how much he loves me exactly as I am—the now me, however it changes and remains the same.

He is mine. He is with me to explore this new adventure with me, and I just can’t wait to get to the demon world and see what happens next.