The sequel of Hell Raven Rebirth (Incomplete)

Jonathan woke up, just like he always did. He yawned and got out of bed, brushed his teeth, and got dressed for university. There was an event going on today that he wanted to go to. But, when he got to his usual bus stop, he realized that he was late. It was unfortunate– but it wasn’t too bad of a walk, honestly, and he wasn’t in that much of a rush. And he could use some fresh air as well, along with some peace and quiet.

He strolled down the block while humming to himself, feeling good despite having missed his bus. It was a nice, sunny day, perfect weather for a walk. But just a few steps after turning the corner, he noticed something in the corner of his eye. Something huge and black was flying towards him. It was much too large to be a crow, but it was definitely some kind of bird… looking thing.

“Waaah! Watch out!” The thing shrieked and crashed into the ground right in front of him, kicking up a plume of dust. Jonathan coughed and fanned away the cloud, narrowing his eyes in confusion as the crashed thing came into view. It was a person– well, it looked like a person, at least. As the dust cleared, he got a closer look. A woman with black crow wings stood in front of him, dressed in a green skirt. An unsettling red eye angrily glared at him from her chest– Jonathan couldn’t help but shiver a little and back away. He hoped he was dreaming, that the demonic girl standing in front of him was a figment of his imagination. She reminded him of those… Touhou girls that his friend was obsessed with. He remembered dreaming about being one last night, the wings tickled the back of his mind. He had those wings last night during his dream, he was sure of it.

“Hey, are you ok!?” The girl ran over to him with a worried look on her face.

Jonathan shrugged and dusted off his shoulder. “I’m… fine. Who are you?”

“Utsuho.” She said it like it was simple, offering no explanation beyond a mention of her name. Jonathan stared at her for a moment, his mind trying to slot everything into place. It took him a moment to realize she was still talking. “--and then I landed here. Where am I? This doesn’t look anything like Gensokyo.”

Gensokyo… Jonathan definitely knew that word. He mulled it over. Assuming Utsuho wasn’t something he was hallucinating, she had to be from a different universe… but that just couldn’t be possible. “Wait, I’m sorry. Gensokyo?”

“Where else? Do you–” Before Utsuho could finish her question, a loud bang startled her and Jonathan. They stared off into the distance, where the smoke and sparkle from a recently launched firework were just beginning to fade. “Ooooh~ Pretty.”

“Yes, I’m sure it is.” Jonathan brushed aside Utsuho’s stunned remark. “You said you were from–”

Utsuho didn’t take in a single word, in fact, she seemed to be lost in thought. “But I can make a better one.” She muttered to herself and raised her arm. Jonathan gasped when a polished bronze… cylinder manifested on the raised arm, shouting when it started to glow red hot.

“Hey! Wait, stop–”

A deafening roar and a blinding flash of light drowned out every other sensation. Jonathan yelled in surprise and covered his eyes with his arms, feeling an intense heat lap at his skin while stray rays of light shone through the cracks in his fingers. It took several minutes for the spots in his eyes to clear, and several more for the ringing in his ears to subside. He lowered his arms, shakily stepping back as he gave his eyes a moment to focus.

He regretted doing that. Everything around him was just… gone. Blackened, twisted rubble, half-melted buildings, a glassed over road… the ashes from incinerated trees swirled around his body and fluttered into the air. Speechless, he turned towards where Utsuho had been standing– except… he realized that he was standing in that spot. A sense of dread flooded him, and he looked down, nervous anticipation knotting in his stomach.

Utsuho’s body greeted him– he was wearing the same dress, and had the still glowing cannon wrapped around his arm. Her boobs rose from his chest– he could feel her hair fluttering against his cheeks and her wings tightly held against his back. This was insane, it couldn’t be real, it–

“Ah!” Utsuho screamed and bolted awake, her feminine squeak of panic echoing through her still dark room. She stared down at herself, chest heaving and her mind still fuzzy with sleep. She was… a girl?

She whimpered, taking several deep breaths, the events of yesterday catching back up to her as her thoughts gradually fell back into place. Slowly, she calmed down. Right… she had been transformed by her ‘friend’ yesterday. All the familiar uncomfortable oddities of her new form were creeping back again, all the little tiny details that came with being a girl that felt so foreign to her made her squirm in discomfort and crawl out of bed. She needed a shower.

Taking a shower helped… a little. Being naked didn’t really help to ease the uncomfortableness of her body, having her curves exposed made her shiver in embarrassment. And having to lather those parts of her made her even more embarrassed. The way her soft, squishy boobs gave way under her fingers, the smoothness of her crotch, needing to be careful with her wings— it all just reminded her of how insane her situation was.

Utsuho stepped out of the shower and toweled herself off, blushing profusely. She couldn’t help but look at herself in the mirror once she was done drying herself off… her towel limply fluttered to the ground as she inspected herself.

Her curves stood out the most, obviously. It was hard to ignore them— one, because she wasn’t used to seeing them, and two, because they were enormous. Utsuho curiously cupped her chest, feeling a surprisingly hefty weight press back against her hands. They almost looked out of place on her body, a little too big and plump. Her ass felt the same— she brought her hands down to it as well —soft and nice but just so huge. Utsuho pursed her lips. Were all Touhou characters this… this well endowed? She shifted in place, which made her wings flutter behind her. Ah, yes, her wings. She didn’t mind them nearly as much as the rest of her body. They made wearing anything except the lewd outfit she started with annoying, but at least they were useful. Unlike the massive eye stuck to her chest…

Grumbling, Utsuho looked down at her chest. She couldn’t see anything past it, and unfortunately, her demon eye sat right in her cleavage. Practically on full display for anyone to ogle at, if they wanted too. It was an incredible eyesore, honestly. Being a girl was one thing— and she probably could’ve adjusted eventually —but this damn eye just… Jonathan clenched her fists and huffed. She rubbed her hands along her hips to steady herself, grumbling inwardly. She really needed to find Yukari and find a way to convince her to undo all of this. For now, though, she needed to get dressed and have breakfast. And then after that… her uni classes.

None of her old clothes fit– well, they technically did, but not without hugging her body way too tightly. The only pair of women’s clothes she had was the dress and the plain pair of undies that had come along with it. With a soft sigh, Utsuho put on the dress again, adjusting it a few times to get it to fit around her chest. She stared down at her third eye for a few seconds, then shook her head and went downstairs for breakfast. Hopefully people would just see her as a cosplayer…

Her mom was already up and in the middle of making breakfast, toasting some bread in the oven. Utsuho murmured a bleary good morning to her mom, leaning forward so she could duck under the doorway. She crouched down once she was in the kitchen and opened the oven door to get herself something to eat, but right as her fingers closed around the tray–”

“Jonathan! It’s still hot!” Her mother yelled at her and rushed over with a worried look, which quickly morphed into a confused stare once she was by her side. “Wait… how are you…?”

Utsuho gave her mother a curious look and set down the tray. “How am I what?”

“You were holding a tray right out of the oven. Why aren’t you burned?”

“I…” Utsuho furrowed her eyebrows. Her mom had a good point. Why wasn’t she burned? The tray didn’t feel any hotter than normal, but… yeah, the bread was definitely steaming still. And the oven coils were red hot… but she just couldn’t feel any heat. She looked down at her soft, thin hands. No burn marks there either. Strange. Was this a side effect of this body? Utsuho drifted over to the stove in a daze and flicked on the gas, setting her hand down on the stovetop as it flared to life. Nothing here either– the flames licked around her fingers without feeling like anything at all.

“Jonathan…” The sound of her mom’s voice snapped Utsuho out of her dazed state. She quickly jerked her hand away from the stovetop and shut off the gas, looking sheepishly apologetic.

“Sorry. Just curious.” She replied, rubbing her hand against her thigh as her mother sighed. She took a bite of her bread and sat down at the table, folding her wings against her back. She slowly munched on her breakfast and idly stared down at the table, mentally preparing herself for her classes. She really wasn’t looking forward to showing up looking like this, but she just couldn’t let William… er, Yukari run wild without at least trying to keep her in check.

She swallowed the last of her breakfast and got up, wincing as she smacked her foot against the table. That damn concrete shoe thing stuck to her foot had gotten caught on the table leg. It hadn’t hurt at all, but now the table leg had a bunch of scratches on it. Utsuho sighed and trudged over to the front door, sliding into a pair of her older sister’s boots. Just big enough. “Bye, mom!”

“See you later, honey!” Her mom called back as she walked out of the house. Instinctively, Utsuho spread her wings and flapped them once she was outside– if she was going to be stuck in this body, she was at least going to make the most of it. She took off and soared into the sky, quickly disappearing into the clouds.

Normally it would’ve taken Utsuho a good half-hour to get to campus, but with her wings, it took her about half the time. She descended from the sky, doing her best to ignore the shocked gasped and stunned stares from the other students around her landing zone. Not that she could blame them— she was a towering, busty woman with a pair of raven wings on her back, dressed like she was ready to go to a cosplay convention. A pink blushed filled her face as she noticed a group of guys staring at her chest– she wasn’t sure if they were looking at her boobs or at the demonic eye embedded in her torso, but either way, it made a quick burst of embarrassment fill her body. So after hurriedly tucking her wings against her back, she sprinted off, curves jiggling and shaking as she sprinted to the dean’s office.

Flying had been so much easier than running– every step Utsuho took made her chest and spine ache, and the way her hips wanted to sway from side to side kept throwing off her balance… it turned what should’ve been an easy five minute run to a ten minute long awkward shamble across campus. She regretted not landing closer to the dean’s office. There would’ve been more people, sure, but at least she wouldn’t be running around like this. Utsuho wove her way through a crowd of girls, mumbling a frantic apology as she ran through their group and ducked past the doors to the dean’s office. She took a deep, relief breath once the doors softly swung shut behind her, nervously grabbing her documents as she knocked on the dean’s door.

“Come in.” His calm, gravelly voice responded to the knock. Utsuho hesitated for a moment, then pushed down the apprehension bubbling in her chest and walked in. She winced at the dean’s startled expression and held up her hands as her lips curled into a nervous smile.

She set her documents down on his desk as he continued to stare up at her in shock, clearing her throat before launching into the explanation that she’d practiced last night. “Ahem. So, as you can tell, I’m a woman, thanks to some… circumstances. I know it sounds unbelievable, but I promise I’m telling the truth. If you look at the documents I brought…” She nervously pointed down at the desk. “...you’ll see that I’m actually a student here. I, um, just wanted to let you know about my condition because my…”

Utsuho paused for a moment, her expression souring a little at the thought of William. “My, um, friend also attends this university, and he was transformed too. And that’s a problem because he’s a little loose with his powers. It’s how I ended up being transformed in the first place.”

The dean still hadn’t dropped his shocked expression— if anything, he looked even more flabbergasted than when Utsuho had walked in. Utsuho sighed and raised her arm, willing her arm cannon to materialize. “You see? Powers. Just thought I’d, um, warn you about him and let you know about what happened so it’s not a shock. I’ll try to keep him in check, but…” She shrugged. “I’ll do what I can.”

“I… ok…” The dean pinched his forehead and closed his eyes. The entire story sounded too crazy to be true, but the proof was all there. What could he do except accept it? “Right. I’ll let the professors know. Thank you.”

Utsuho nodded, ducking her head so she could back out of the dean’s office. That had gone a lot better than she thought it would. Now she just had to get to class in time to warn the professor there. And she wasn’t really looking forward to that— he was pretty well known for his temper and how easy he was to set off. Coming up to him with the same crazy story she’d told the dean, all while looking like this… it sounded like a recipe for disaster. But she couldn’t just not warn him, he deserved to at least know about the possibility that Yukari would target him.

With a quiet groan, Utsuho sprinted off with her arms around her chest to keep her tits from jiggling around.

After running all the way across campus, Utsuho finally stumbled into the lecture hall of her next class. She took a deep breath to compose herself, making sure she looked as presentable as possible, then ducked under the doors and strolled down the aisle. There were a few students already in their seats, and they stared at Utsuho as she walked up to her professor. He looked just as old and miserable as always, short gray hair and a permanent scowl etched onto his face. She nervously cleared her throat to get his attention, her wings nervously twitching behind her back as he turned around.

“Hello? Can I help you?” He bluntly asked. “I wasn’t aware that we were hosting a theater class today.”

Utsuho winced. Already off to a bad start. “I’m Jonathan.”

“Jonathan… Why are you a woman, then, Jonathan?” Surprisingly, the professor didn’t seem to be mad. Just curious. Utsuho inwardly sighed in relief, she must’ve gotten lucky and caught her professor in a good mood today.

“William turned me into one. We were walking yesterday, in the park, and he picked up this… I guess it was a magical umbrella, and transformed into this video game character. Yukari. He ended up getting superpowers as well, which is why I look like this— he transformed me. And, um, you probably know how he feels about this class, so…” She trailed off, not wanting to outright say that William hated her professor.

“Ah. Yes, ok.” Her professor nodded. Utsuho wasn’t sure if he believed her or not, but he didn’t seem to be angry, which was good enough for her. Just as long as he was aware.

“So, um, I just wanted to let you know so you could be on your guard.” She finished meekly.

“Yes, yes. Thank you for the warning.”

Utsuho nodded again and backed away once her professor waved her off, sitting down in her usual front row seat. She anxiously fidgeted as the rest of the class slowly trickled in over the next couple of minutes; a combination of stress and uncomfortableness made it hard to sit still. Her wings kept rubbing against the back of her seat and her thighs were squished together by how small her chair was, and she hadn’t seen any sign of Yukari yet. Where was she?

Utsuho continued to stress about Yukari’s whereabouts as her professor started his lecture, looking around the room for any sign of her. Maybe she was hiding in one of those…gaps? Or maybe she was in a different teacher’s class. In that case… Utsuho worriedly exhaled, biting her lip. No… she was pretty sure Yukari would—

Something sailed through the air and hit the professor in the back of the head. Then another, and another. Pieces of chalk and balled-up paper, paperclips and even a pen. Utsuho spun around, paling when she saw a glimpse of a closing gap. She was right about Yukari going to this room first.

“Who threw that!?” Her professor yelled and angrily threw down his piece of chalk. The class went dead silent as the chalk shattered at his feet, not daring to move at all. After a minute of tense silence, her professor scowled and turned around with a muttered warning. “If that happens again, everyone’s going to get an F on their next assignment…”

As he grabbed a fresh piece of chalk, another gap materialized behind his shoulder. Utsuho squeaked as a hand reached out, stumbling to her feet as the rest of the class looked on in shock. She watched as the hand poked her professor’s shoulder and darted back into the gap, running up to the front of the lecture hall as her professor angrily swore and turned around, red-faced and furious. He glared at her as she approached, but before he could yell, a much bigger gap opened next to him and spat out Yukari.

“Oh, hello, Utsuho!” Yukari waved to Utsuho before turning to the professor with a power tripping smirk on her face. “And hello, Kokoro~”

“Koko— what?” Utsuho’s professor looked back and forth between Utsuho and Yukari, staring up at them as he clenched his fists in anger. “Jonathan, is this your friend!?”

Utsuho meekly nodded. That was all her professor needed to launch into a seething rant.

“So you’re William, then! How dare you interrupt my class? I know you never cared much about learning anything, judging by your grades, but other students pay for this class, you know? I don’t care that you’re a… whatever this is, a toohoo thing, but I will NOT have you causing a scene. Get out of my lecture hall or so help me God, I’ll have campus security escort you away!” Her professor took several deep breaths once he was done with his rant, jabbing his finger up at Yukari, who just shrugged and rolled her eyes with a bored look on her face.

“Done yet? You’re always so, so angry. It’s not healthy~” She giggled and tapped the side of her head thoughtfully. “But wait! I know how to help!” With a dramatic, over-the-top flourish, Yukari sliced her hand through the air and made another gap, right below the professor’s feet. “Enjoy~”

“Enjoy what? You—” The professor paled as the gap yawned open, waving his arms as he fell. Utsuho frantically tried to swoop in to save him, but Yukari was just faster. She fell to the ground as the gap swallowed up her professor, her wings fluttering as she quickly pushed herself back to her feet.

She frowned and shook her head at Yukari. “What the hell?” Her frown deepened when Yukari burst out into laughter. “This isn’t funny! You can’t go around changing people whenever you want!”

“Ugh, you are such a bore. I’ll use my powers however I like, thank you. And you should do the same. I mean, just imagine what you could do with Utsuho’s powers! You know… I could’ve made you someone much more useless. You’re lucky I decided to turn you into Utsuho. Think about that, ok? I need to do something~”

“Yukari! Don’t— Agghh!” Utsuho angrily smacked her hands against her thighs as Yukari lazily grinned and jumped into another gap with a teasing wink.

Inside the gap, the professor angrily shook his fist at the ceiling and yelled Yukari’s name, cursing and swearing— though he didn’t get to do that for very long before he felt a strange rumbling in his chest. “Nggh!” He doubled over, wincing as Yukari’s voice boomed all around him.

“Now, now. This’ll help you calm down, alright?”

He huffed as he felt his body begin to change, the wrinkles on his face smoothing away as his skin softened and cleared up, becoming pale and smooth. The rest of his body was also rejuvenating itself, his thin arms and legs looking more and more healthy by the second as every sign of his age simply faded away. A soft gasp escaped his mouth as his fingers slimmed and became more feminine, and his panicked yell cracked several times as his vocal chords rearranged themselves.

“W-What aRe you doINg?” He cleared his throat, running his hands along his body as he just got a laugh in response. His chest was starting to swell, along with his ass— in fact, his whole body was remodeling itself as well, curves settling into place as his defined, slightly-bony features flattened out. His hips and waist were the most obvious parts of this change, with his torso thinning into a graceful hourglass shape, but his chest and ass definitely helped to accentuate it.

As his areola widened, the professor’s crotch began to throb and change as well, his penis slowly dwindling away. It receded, along with his balls, sinking deeper and deeper down until a tight, cute slit formed. The professor hissed as the tiny remaining nub of his cock shrank into his developing folds and clenched his thighs as his lips blossomed and swelled ever so slightly. New sensations were running up his spine, adding to his confusion.

With a soft groan, the professor sank to his knees, feeling overwhelmed by the changes and Yukari’s echoing laughter around him. His body was shrinking now as well, all of his mass condensing into a much cuter form. The corners of his mouth and eyes twitched several times as his graying hair burst from his scalp and cascaded down his back, and as his hair brightened to a cheery bubblegum pink, his pained, confused expression flattened into a blank, emotionless one. Even his words lost their flair, the worried tone giving way to a flat, almost robotic cadence. “What is going on. What are you doing to me. William. Stop. Stop.”

“So much more peaceful already. Doesn’t that feel nice?” Yukari taunted him in return.

The professor shook his head and mechanically stood up, listlessly tugging on his changing shirt and pants. “No. Change me back. Now.”

“Mmm. Nope! I’ve already put in so much work. Just enjoy the last little bit!”

The professor silently stared around the interior of the gap, still emotionlessly protesting his change as his plain beige shirt developed green and black stripes. It formed itself into a cute plaid button down shirt after a few seconds, complete with a girly pink bowtie and shaped buttons— a red star, a golden circle, and a green diamond. A mask poofed into existence around his head a moment later, the blank, pale face on it quickly morphing into a demonic-looking snarl. It continued to hold that expression as the legs of his slacks merged together and brightened into a reddish-orange, billowing dress.

And finally, as his dress shoes turned into a pair of white boots, the gap finally spat him out, along with Yukari. Yukari gracefully landed on her feet; he wasn’t as lucky, and landed face first on the ground instead.

“Ta-da! How do you feel, Kokoro?”

Utsuho watched in shock