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Content warning: non-con hypnosis, evil reflection, corruption and giving in to evil desires
Lila looked at the two-story cabin in the woods. So straight and sturdy, clean despite the wilderness around it, she would have guessed it brand-new, but apparently it was once in disrepair. She slithered up the front steps, barely a creak in the wood. After a pause she knocked on the door.
“Hello?” She flinched upon hearing a strained scream and clatter from within. She tried the knob and found it unlocked. She slithered inside to find a commons area with wooden chairs and tables, couches set against the walls. “Is everything okay in here?”
“Perfectly fine!” replied the thin voice. “I’m on my way, my lady, I’m—” A red and white snake slithered in from another room. “Oh! You’re, ah, not Lady Shaw.”
“Veda Shaw?” Lila said. “Sorry if I interrupted you, but she invited me to this cabin to speak with her. I’m Lila Pachis.”
“Oh, yes!” The snake smiled. “She mentioned someone would visit, I didn’t expect you before her.” The snake lifted his tail for Lila to take in her hand. “My name is Persnakety, caretaker of the cabin.”
“Pleased to meet you,” Lila said. “I’ve never met a talking snake before.”
“We’re a rare breed,” Persnakety said. He turned away. “Most of the others have little to talk about beyond food.” He smiled to Lila. “Anyway, please, make yourself at home. I’m still preparing for Lady Shaw’s visit, or I would happily give you a tour.”
“Thank you,” Lila said, “I’ll try to keep out of your way.”
As Persnakety slithered back to the other room he turned back.
“Oh, and please stay out of the attic, there is a lot of, ah, old and, fragile, items in there.”
Lila nodded and slithered on a couch as Persnakety left.
She tapped her fingers together and twisted her tail. Veda Shaw had extended an invitation via her robot butler. She’d never even met her. She wanted to discuss something about the lamia community. She had something at the cabin to show her. Why her?
When Lila realized she’d almost twisted her tail into a knot she wandered the cabin to take her mind off whatever Ms. Shaw wanted to see her for.
The cabin had not a speck of dust, every wood panel in perfect position. Lila was impressed if Persnakety cleaned it all himself. Upstairs Lila found a door marked “DO NOT ENTER”. The attic, she assumed. Veda had said she wanted to show her something from the attic. She inched open the door. It couldn’t hurt to take a quick peek.
Her eyes had to adjust to the dim light in the attic. Only a window at one end let in light, and it shone on a collection of storage containers and furniture that looked ready for a yard sale. Lila glanced at them back and forth—some of the stuff seemed to have a gleam when she took her eye off it. A spiral staff, a pot shaped like a dragon head, a shelf stocked with books and bottles—the collection seemed random and endless.
She slithered forth, peeking at objects but careful not to touch. No dust settled in there, either. Persnakety must clean the whole cabin regularly.
No way could Lila know what Ms. Shaw wished to show her. She’d just have to wait. She turned back to leave the attic but stopped at a body-length standing mirror. She adjusted her hair and dress to look as presentable as she could for the aristocratic lamia.
“You could look even better, you know.”
“What?” Lila flinched and looked around. “Who said that?”
“You did.”
She looked at the mirror and gasped. Her appearance had changed—hair curlier with a winding ponytail as thick as her body, a violet heart crown on her head and pastel headphones over her neck. Her top sparkled and strained against bulging breasts, midriff bare with a tight, low-cut bottom hugging her pillowy hips. Spiral-glowing orbs covered her shoulders, pastel purple opera gloves covering her arms.
Lila looked down at her body. She had her own outfit, her own flowing dress instead of the tight outfit in the mirror. Only her reflection had changed.
“You could look like this, and be a true star.”
Lila looked at her reflection. It had the style of an enchantress hypnotizing a concert with her voice and allure.
“Who are you?” she asked. The reflection grinned.
“I’m you. I’m you as a love goddess beloved by billions of fans.”
Lila backed away.
“This is weird. I’m going to go.”
“This is potential you won’t pass up.” Her reflection beckoned her closer. “Stay and see what you can become. What you want to be. What you will be.”
“Huh?” Lila saw the surroundings of her reflection shift. Colors flowed forth, some familiar and others darker, reaching, invasive, piercing through her vision. She looked closer and saw the colors in her reflection’s eyes. Soft, comforting violets bordered by dark ones promising power and passion. The colors pulsed in her reflection’s eyes as she beckoned Lila nearer.
Before she realized it Lila had slithered close to the mirror, staring into her reflection’s eyes.
“Just look into your eyes. See what you are destined to be. What you want to be.”
Lila felt the colors reflect into her eyes. The familiar colors comforted her in this strange situation. Something felt off, yet it felt right. The new colors, commanding colors, told her she wanted power. She wanted control. She wanted to consume.
A sense of danger and fear snapped through her.
“Wha—No!” She shut her eyes and turned away. “I don’t—I don’t want to hurt anyone.”
“No one will feel hurt. They will only feel pleasure. You’ll feel pleasure contorting them to your whims.”
Lila peeked an eye out, the color-pulsing mirror filling her vision with hypnotic dreams.
“You’ll feel pleasure contorting yourself to your new whims.”
Lila turned to the mirror, eyes wide as her reflection pressed desires of lustful control, thralls praising her voice and body, surrendering to the coiling grasp of her tail. She leaned forward, enchanted by her dark reflection’s visions and promises of passion and power. Her arms hung forward, mouth agape as she lost control to the dark dreams of dominance.
“You can have anything you want.”
“. . . anything I want.”
“Tail will always be warm with thralls.”
“. . . warm with thralls.”
“Always have someone for pleasure.”
“. . . pleasure.”
“Just need to let go of inhibitions.
“I just need to let go of my inhibitions.”
Lila felt her mind sink in a swirl. Her old worries, old concerns, none of that seemed to matter now. The future was bright, vast, and hers for the taking. All she needed was to submit to her dark urges and she could have anything she wanted. Anyone she wanted.
Her reflection’s grin widened, eyes pulsing faster as the colors flooded out the mirror to surround Lila. Her head bowed forward, inches from touching the mirror.
“I can have anything I want,” Lila said, matching her reflection. “Anyone I want. Everyone I want. I just have to let go of my worries, about myself, about pain and suffering. None of that matters. Only I matter. Only I will matter.”
Lila followed her reflection’s movements, rubbing a hand on her chest and another over the base of her tail. She gasped as pleasure curled through her mind like dark tendrils, and her mind latched onto the promise of lustful power.
“I can have everyone. I will have everyone. Everyone will please me, and everyone will succumb to my pleasure.”
She stared closer into her reflection’s eyes as her mouth curled into a grin until she matched the zeal of her reflection in expression and movement. Only her appearance was her own.
“I want to control them. I want to please them so they will obey and worship me. Everyone will worship me. Everyone should worship me. I am a love goddess. My divine pleasure will enslave people to worship me. I love to see the joy my hypnotic spell envelops over others’ minds. I love to please and enchant others until they please and worship me. I am a love goddess, and I am to be worshiped.”
The spiral trimming along the mirror’s edge glowed, and a wave of light passed through Lila. When the light faded, her appearance matched her reflection.
The love goddess Lila.
She twirled her hair in a finger and examined her new attributes. She pressed a hand to a squishy orb over her shoulder, releasing a spray of perfume.
She could sing a stadium to sleep while enthralling them with hypnotic perfume, or she could bind one soul to her by slipping her headphones over them.
The world was hers to take, and she slipped out the back of the cabin before anyone noticed.
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