Crucible of Ideas

"Just you wait, big brother," I muttered as I set out.

Sensing the faint traces of big brother's presence left in the corridor, the scent of his essence that tickled my nose, my heart seemed about to burst.

It was only a distance of a few steps, but it was frustratingly slow going.

I'd already been hot down there, and now my love juices were seeping out and running down my thighs.

Even the sensation of the droplets gliding across my skin was intensely pleasurable to me in my current state, and that made even more love juices dribble out.

I let out a little moan.

Even as I did so, the ceaselessly-falling droplets were dirtying my fur-covered feet.

Heedless of that, I proceeded down the corridor with feverish steps.

My hooves went clop clop as they struck the floor.

My tail swayed in time with the sounds, tickling my skin.

Coming to a stop in front of big brother's room, I stared intently at his door.

My breast was already full to practically burst with desire.

I quietly drew a deep breath, somehow managing to hold myself back from smashing the door down and leaping into the room at once.

My love juices were dripping onto the floor of the corridor, but I was in no condition to mind and there would have been no point: I was already sopping wet all over in any case.

My large hand, covered in soft, fluffy fur, a hand that might even be called proof of my identity as a monster called a baphomet, knocked gently on the door.

The sound it made was slightly softer than it had been when I'd been human.

At the same time, I spoke into the door.

"Big brother... may I come in?"

After a brief interval, a voice answered from inside the room.

"Lilia? Go right ahead; it's open."

"Sorry to bother you." Flashing a shy smile, I opened the door and stepped into the room.

Its interior was neat and in order.

In it were a small table, a bookcase, a desk and a chair; not much different from my own room.

But the atmosphere was still somehow different.

There was something in the air that proclaimed this a man's room.

But things like that didn't matter to me now.

The thick scent of his essence struck me the moment I entered the room.

It was incomparably more intense than the lingering aroma in the hall, enough to make me giddy.

I felt myself becoming intoxicated just smelling the delicious scent.

It's source was of course big brother.

He sat facing me on the bed and spoke to me while turning the pages of a book he held in his hands.

"I was sure you were you asleep. Were you awake all this time... or..." Shock suffused his face as it turned towards me.

His words broke off and the book slid from his hands.

Big brother didn't appear to notice; his gaze was concentrated on me.

That alone was enough to make me so happy I thought I might melt.

Big brother rose unsteadily to his feet.

He appeared dumbfounded for a moment, but eventually he seemed to comprehend what he was seeing and questioned me in a quavering voice.

"L, Lilia...? Y, you're body... What in the world happened!?"

"Eh heh heh. Cute, isn't it?"

I was glad.

Even in this form, he recognized me immediately.

My tail wagged, reflecting those feelings.

Seeing that movement, big brother seemed to guess what had happened to me.

He gulped, and asked hesitantly:

"Lilia... you haven't become a m, monster, have you...?"

"Yup, that's right. What do you think?" I nodded my assent.

"Wh, what do I...?"

Big brother certainly seemed to be surprised, but he made no move to scream or to reject me.

I'd felt just a little uneasy about that, so I mentally heaved a sigh of relief.

But that alone wasn't enough to satisfy me.

I wanted him to say something more, not just stand there in shock.

I mean, I'd gone to all the trouble of becoming this wonderful monster called a baphomet, so the least he could do was praise me properly.

"Take a better look, big brother. I've gotten such a wonderful body." I spun in place, speaking in a voice thick with heat.

My hair danced aimlessly and my tail waved.

The hem of my chemise fluttered, revealing a fleeting glimpse of my naked skin.

I suddenly thought that the way I was dressed now must look sexier to men than vulgar nudity.

When big brother, who had been staring at me in blank amazement, noticed that, his face reddened and he hurriedly averted his eyes.

He was red to the ears, so red that it looked like his head might give off steam.

"S, sto-" was all he would say, not even looking in my direction.

That wasn't what I wanted to hear, and it exacerbated my dissatisfaction, making me pout.

"No, you've got to look properly, big brother," I muttered, putting just a little magical power into my voice.

At those words, big brother gave a start, let out a little exclamation of surprise and slowly turned his eyes back in my direction.

Big brother's gaze seized on me, and this time he didn't look away.

He was looking at all of me, from the top of my head to the tips of my hooves.

Being stared at by the person I cared for made me heat up down there, and my thickly-oozing love juices ran down my thighs.

Big brother gave an audible gulp at the sight of me, only half aware of what he was doing.

His cheeks were redder than ripe apples, and a flame of desire was kindled in his blue eyes, albeit only a faint one.

He desired me.

Sexually.

Knowing that filled my heart with joy.

But it wasn't enough.

I wanted him to look at me more.

No, I wanted him to look closer, to touch me, to feel me.

I wanted to pleasure big brother with this wonderful monster's body.

I wanted him to pleasure me.

I wanted to become one with him.