Chapter 1 - Transformation

The last rays of sunlight fell across the city of Mondstadt.  Night was approaching.  Those who plied their trade during the day were closing up their shops and began making their way home while the night was just beginning for those who operated after sundown.  One particular inhabitant watched the beautiful colors of sunset decorate the sky and fade from behind a glass window in her own small apartment.  She sighed as night came and the temperatures began to fall.  Her name was Sucrose.

Sucrose wasn't especially tall nor especially pretty.  The latter was more often than not a function of her own design or lack thereof.  While her body was lithe and her skin free of blemishes, she spent most of her days alternating between uniforms that proclaimed her affiliation with the Knights of Favonius and lab coats she wore when working as a bio alchemist.  She was moderately talented as a bio alchemist, moderately attractive, and lived a modest life that was only punctuated by the occasional breakthrough in her research.  That had been true up until a month ago anyway.

Sucrose's amber eyes slid away from the sky beyond the window and over to a small box in the corner of her room.  It was rather ordinary--just a cube of wood with a lid.  There were no markings upon its dark finish nor labels of any sort.  It was the kind of thing that someone blundering into her room might very well not even notice.  That was intentional.  It held Sucrose's secret.  The one she could never tell her friends.  Not her mentor Albedo, not Master Diluc, and especially not Grandmaster Jean, she couldn't tell any of them what was in that box.

Looking at it and knowing what was inside lit a fire between Sucrose's thighs.  One of her hands slipped down, under her skirt, and she touched herself.  That forbidden urge was rising within her.  The stars had come out.  They shone brightly through her window and reminded her of that night.  She let a finger slip inside herself as she remembered.

The stars were out.  A cold wind rustled her skirt.  Sucrose had traveled away from the city to look for new specimens of sweet flowers.  She had discovered a new strain of the plant and it seemed more durable than others.  The discovery had taken her far away from the city and far away even from the village she had first traveled to.  She would be making camp in the wilderness.

Sucrose was nervous by default in most situations.  Being alone out in the wilderness wasn't especially wise.  All manner of terrible things could happen and no one would know.  Reflexively Sucrose touched her Vision.  Her Vision was a small talisman bestowed by the gods.  It granted her control over the Anemo element--wind.  Vision users were powerful and dangerous.  They were more than a match for most creatures of nature that might intend them harm.  Innocent and harmless as she looked, Sucrose was more capable than some Knights of Favonius when the situation became dire.  That knowledge did little to calm her nerves on this night, however.

She had just finished setting up camp when a faint violet light shone through the nearby brush.  The inward debate didn't last long and Sucrose rose to go see the source of the light.  All thoughts of glowing flowers and floral bioluminescence vanished when she saw the source of the light.  It hitched Sucrose's breath and her eyes grew wide.

Standing amidst the darkness in a sparkling purple halo of light was a woman.  She wore a skin-tight purple suit that clung to long legs and supple breasts.  It covered her in some places but left long stretches of skin uncovered in others.  A hood and mask obscured her face but her eyes glowed and swirled like lavender vortexes.  The source of the light that wreathed the woman was an enchanted lantern.  Alongside its glove, it produced an intoxicating aroma that Sucrose could smell even from a distance.  She wasn't the only one attracted by it--creatures that themselves shone with violet light zipped and darted around the woman.  They were Cicins, winged beasts that channeled the power of Electro causing them to sparkle and flicker in the darkness.

Something in the back of Sucrose's mind told her to run, but it was already too late.  The beautiful woman swung the lantern.  The Cicins followed its gentle, arcing path.  Sucrose's eyes followed it.  The violet light within pulsed and writhed like a living thing controlled by the beautiful Electro mage.  Sucrose stared at it.  Her eyes stopped blinking.  She was drowning within that light and she enjoyed it.  Purple light spilled into her mind and scattered her thoughts.  It warmed her and she wanted to curl up around it.

"Come to me," the words were a delighted purr.  They had come from the Electro mage's soft lips and drifted across the woodland clearing.  They slipped into Sucrose's mind and the seductive light made it sound like the most natural, wonderful idea in the world.  Sucrose's legs moved of their own volition.  The green-haired girl emerged from the brush, stumbling drunkenly forward.  Cicins darted around her.  Little motes of purple, Electro energy danced around her but Sucrose paid them no mind.  The bright lantern that had entranced her grew closer and closer with each step.

"What a pretty thing and a Vision-user too.  Do you like my lantern, pet?"  The words the mage spoke were low and husky.  Sucrose didn't like the lantern.  She loved it.  She wanted to be smothered in its hypnotic light.  Sucrose's expression was at the same time vacant and so very needy.  The mage's lips curled into a wide smile.

"It beckons you, welcomes you, and draws you into its embrace.  The weak-willed are natural slaves to the Mist Grass.  They surrender their will to its beauty and its scent.  It makes them wet with desire and drains away all of their silly, pointless thoughts.  And you already belong to it, pet."  Sucrose's knees grew weak.  The words the woman spoke were low and seductive.  Sucrose was dimly aware of how suddenly needy she was.  It was as though the woman's words had just reshaped reality, had just reshaped her.  

"Yes," Sucrose's own voice had a dreamy, submissive quality.  Once more the voice in the back of her mind spoke up, trying to wrench the girl away from whatever terrible plans this mage had in store for her.  There was a small pressure against Sucrose's hair from behind and then a shock.  The voice was gone.  More little shocks sent waves of pleasure that radiated all the way down Sucrose's body causing her nipples to perk up and her pussy to buzz with pleasure.

"And you belong to me~" every word entered Sucrose's empty mind and found purchase.  The little jolts of pleasure erased resistance wherever they found it.  Sucrose's cheek was touched by a soft hand and the light of the lantern moved away as her gaze was directed toward the Electro mage's eyes.  They glowed with the same hypnotic, purple light.  They swirled and spun and Sucrose spun with them.

"Say 'thank you, Mistress, for claiming your pet,'" the mage purred.  Sucrose looked into those two hypnotic eyes and obeyed.  The smell of Mist Grass mixed with Sucrose's own arousal wafted through the air around them.  There was a growing stain on her panties.  She spoke the words her new mistress wanted to hear just barely containing a moan as her body was flush with need and desire.

"Thank you, mistress, for claiming your pet."  She had no sooner finished speaking when the Electro mage's lips brushed against Sucrose's own.  The kiss was awkward, at first, as Sucrose's enthralled mind tried to make sense of it but the girl's mind had already surrendered to the beautiful mage and Sucrose's lips surrendered soon after.  They kissed passionately, tongues dancing and the taste of Sucrose's new mistress sending a new wave of lust and desire throughout her whole body.  Their bodies came together.  Their breasts pressed together.  Sucrose melted into her mistress' embrace and moaned as the woman's hand that had cupped her cheek made its way down to squeeze her ass.

"Strip, pet, and show your mistress your lovely body," came the command when the embrace ended.  Sucrose looked into her new mistress' hypnotic, glowing eyes.  Any last doubts about Sucrose's remaining free will were laid to rest as she spoke the words "Yes, mistress" and began to strip.

Sucrose's naked body was bathed in violet luminescence.  Shy and bashful she may have been but, under the hypnotic light of the Cicin mage, Sucrose swung her hips, flashed her breasts, and twirled like an expert stripper.  Her clothes fell away revealing the beautiful alchemist's body.  Sucrose's breasts were small compared to the Electro mage's own but they were full and round and her nipples stood upward.  The night air had grown cold but it no longer bothered the hypnotized girl.  All that mattered was obeying her mistress.

"My pet has a beautiful, sexy body and she will give it to her mistress," the words were spoken directly into Sucrose's ear and they made her wet.  The Cicin mage had teleported behind Sucrose and pulled her close.  The woman's warm breath on her ear made Sucrose's dazed mind crave another taste of those lips that kissed so achingly well.  Breasts pushed into the hypno-slave's back while fingers teased the outer lips of her pussy.  Sucrose moaned with unconcealed desire.

The teasing did not last long.  Sucrose was turned to face the woman that had so easily enslaved her and the kiss that followed was magical.  She was guided down to the forest floor.  The soft grass tickled her skin while her mistress kissed down her neck and to the hypnotized girl's breasts.  The Cicin mage captured one nipple with her lips and cupped the other, pressing her fingers into the soft breast.  The pleasure built.  The mage's skilled hands and swirling tongue drove the hypnotized girl to a climax.

"My pet did not have her mistress' permission to cum.  She will be punished for that," devious laughter accompanied the words.  Sucrose bucked with pleasure when her mistress' tongue touched her womanhood.  The mage swirled her tongue around her hypno-slave's vulva, gathering up the wetness, and purring with approval.  Sucrose writhed under the other woman's skilled tongue.  She squirmed in pleasure as every lick drove her ever closer to another climax.  The Cicins quietly flapped and darted about while their mage claimed the helpless girl that had wandered into their midst.

"Mmm, I have an idea," more laughter came and Sucrose saw the Cicin mage lift something out of the pile of discarded clothes nearby.  The purple light of the lantern reflected a now very dim green glow.  It was Sucrose's Vision.  She had discarded it along with everything else that was hers in service to her new mistress.  She should have been worried but she wasn't.  She belonged to her mistress so everything she had belonged to her mistress... including her Vision.

The beautiful, masked mage had teased Sucrose to the very precipice of another orgasm and stopped.  Now her strange outfit seemingly melted away of its own volition leaving Sucrose staring at her mistress' own lower lips.  She wanted to crawl to them, taste them, and worship the goddess that ruled over her mind.  Instead she just watched, hopelessly lost in those swirling, purple eyes as the other woman brought their bodies together, brought their pussies together.

Sucrose had never been a lesbian but the Mist Grass had overwhelmed her mind.  The prospect of rubbing her womanhood against her mistress' sent fresh sparks of need down her body.  She would make love to her mistress eagerly in any way her mistress desired.  Her breath caught in her throat as their hips moved in unison.  The moans of both women filled the dark, forest clearing.  Sucrose didn't see it but she felt the cold orb drop in between their wet slits as they ground them together.

Sparks glimmered to life between the two girls.  Sucrose was too lost in pleasure to notice them, but the Cicin mage watched with delight as Sucrose's vision flickered.  The little jewel had no hard edges and was soon slick with their combined wetness.  The green glow that had been the god-given gift to Sucrose dimmed, flickered, and then went out.  As the Vision grew cold, the Cicin mage sped up her motions.  Their pussies rubbed together again and again until they both came.

Sparks danced across Sucrose's vision in the aftermath of the orgasm.  It took several moments for her eyes to focus and realize she wasn't imagining them.  It dangled above her.  It was her Vision but it had taken on a dark aura.  It had been corrupted by their tryst and where the soft Anemo sigil had been was now a tainted, black and purple Electro sigil.  Sucrose's heart knew only joy at seeing the corrupted thing.  It made her more like her mistress and, more importantly, it pleased her mistress so it pleased her mistress' pet.

Their lips met in a kiss.  Sucrose felt something snap around her neck, tight like a choker.  The Cicin mage purred when the kiss ended, "a collar for my pet.  Use it."  Sucrose obeyed and pushed her will into the corrupted Vision attached to her neck.  A tingling sensation crawled along her body like thousands of tiny sparks pricking her skin.  She felt her body change in various ways, some unsubtle like her breasts growing larger and some subtle like her hips growing slightly more full.  Tight leggings came into being around her legs and an outfit identical to her mistress' simply grew over her.  The last piece of the transformation saw the world turn a shade of pink and purple as a mask came into being over her face.  Where there had been one Cicin mage, now there laid two.

The following hours were a blur.  Sucrose finally tasted her mistress' pussy while her mistress returned the favor.  Two lanterns now lit the clearing while the Cicins watched the slutty show.  The two girls licked, teased, and fucked one another to orgasm after orgasm while the moon rose high into the sky and then eventually began to fall.  

Sucrose eagerly fingered herself while her new mistress reprogrammed her mind with new thoughts and new desires.  They were servants of their Fatui masters but, more than that, they were slaves to the Cicin.  New truths were revealed to Sucrose's pliant, willing mind that would alter her forever.  The girl who left Mondstadt days past was long gone but the slutty Cicin mage that wore her clothes and carried her name didn't mind.  Imaging her own brainwashing was hot and then imagining doing it to someone else was even better.

Days and weeks had passed with no one the wiser.  As Sucrose sat in her room looking at the box that held her lantern, she reached down to touch herself then she smiled.  It was a twisted, evil, corrupt smile and her eyes took on a malevolent, violet glow.