Iced Cream

In the Human Village, it's not uncommon for certain members to try their hand at the profession of youkai extermination. What incidents that were too small to be noticed by the main incident resolvers were handled by this cadre of amateur exorcists. Most were young men, as only young men were satisfied by the gallivanting, conflict, and the uniquely low and unstable pay of this pseudo-mercenary lifestyle. Jozaenon, a man who fancied himself particularly skilled despite never having faced an actual youkai, was one such member of this peculiar group.

However, today he'd get the opportunity to prove his strength. A worried woman had come to him with complaints of nightly commotions and strange sights just outside the walls. Nothing too severe, but enough to cause a disturbance on her nightly walks. Usually, his work was inside the village and the issue was solved with a few talismans and purging ceremonies to exercise evil spirits, but a youkai presence just outside the walls piqued his interest and he was quick to jump on the case before the bigger fish took notice of it. Besides, minor youkai shouldn't be an issue.

So, he waited for nightfall, patrolling the walls on the outside for any sign of the supernatural. It came as the moon finally came to its zenith at midnight, under the drooping boughs of the willows. A red-haired woman Jozaenon swore he had seen before in the village was sitting upon a blanket and casually chatting with two other women. However, the floating heads tending to the refilling of their sake cups, the canine ears peaking from one woman's hair, and the fish tail replacing the other's legs made the reality of the situation apparent. They were youkai, and probably the cause of the recent phenomenon around the village walls. Confident, Jozaenon strode over with talismans in one hand and the other resting on his trusty (but mostly cheap) katana.

Sekibanki was drunk. The recent push by the members of the Grassroots Youkai Network to have their meetings at her haunting grounds meant she couldn't decline the offerings of drink with the excuse of a long walk home. One of her heads filled another cup and took it back to her gingerly. Wakasagihime and Kagerou didn't look much better than her in terms of sobriety. The mermaid was laid on her side, lazily sipping from her cup while the werewolf idly swayed side to side as she tried keeping balance in her upright sitting position and fanned herself. The dullahan took another sip, savoring another night meeting in the Summer. It was an almost perfect night for drinking.

That was until a billegerent youkai exterminator stepped in and made himself known by flinging a talisman at Wakisagihime's face. The mermaid yelped and rolled over, dropping her cup in the panic. The possible presence of the Hakurei Shrine Maiden quickly sobered Sekibanki up to a fighting level, and she quickly stood to face their assailant. When she realized it was just one of the Human Village weirdos, she calmed slightly. Another talisman was thrown, but quickly intercepted by a head that took the blow to its cheek. The head seemed fine, continuing its flight toward Jozaenon unimpeded. Even Wakasagihime peeled hers off after the initial shock, rolling back over sheepishly as embarrassment set in. The man, seeing the ineffectiveness of those talismans he bought from an old man (who he now swore he'd get revenge on), went to draw his sword. Only, he found it already drawn.

Kagerou had also sobered up, and now held Jozaenon's blade in her hands before tossing it behind her, the sword clattering against the trunk of a willow and coming apart at the hilt. Defenseless, the youkai exterminator turned to run before another read-haired head flew at his own, slamming against his brow with its own and knocking him on the flat of his back. Sekibanki walked over, chest puffed out as she stood over the dazed Jozaenon with a semi-drunken pride. A smile spread far across her face, and now Jozaenon knew exactly where he remembered her from.

"You're that girl who works at the bar sometimes", he said, a finger pointed accusingly at the rokurokubi. The smile on Sekibanki's face fell, her stare towards Jozaenon hardening. Beating up a village human was one thing, but a village human recognizing her was another issue entirely. Mainly in that it could mess with the gig she had in the village. The idea she could possibly be kicked out permanently from her place of work and be forced to work for somebody like Mystia possibly really soured her mood. A second later, Jozaenon found himself quickly bound to a tree, the picnic blanket tied around his waist and his kimono both arresting his wrists and stuffed in his mouth. The Grassroots Youkai Network convened to discuss the matter, the rush of (short-lived and easy) combat leaving their veins and the alcohol resuming its control.

The immediate thought was to simply let him go. Kagerou and Wakasagihime agreed to it readily, arguing that any other action would invoke the wrath of the bigger players in Gensokyo. However, Sekibanki staunchly refused. So, they wracked their drunken minds for a plan that didn't involve letting him reveal the dullahan's true nature to the village or killing him. An alcohol-riddled mermaid made a fine suggestion. Seeing as they couldn't hurt him due to the laws of this land, why don't they make him disappear a different way? Spiriting away happened from time-to-time, though nobody really knew the cause or where people went. Kagerou countered with the fact that they could only do that by killing him anyway, but Wakisagihime assured her she knew a way to do it. A rumor surrounding the Scarlet Devil Mansion and its gatekeeper had led the mermaid down a path of unique inquiry. A spell she had obtained surreptitiously from the library. The truth of the circumstances she kept to herself, just incase the network had reason to go against the SDM at some later date.

Sekibanki and Kagerou gave it thought, and against what little judgement they had left agreed to the idea. Wakisagihime grinned and was carried over by her werewolf friend to Jozaenon's side. The youkai hunter continued to squirm, trying to free himself from his restraints before whatever wicked plan these youkai had for him came to fruition. However, the mermaid at his side already began her chanting in a strange language, laying her hands delicately upon him as the werewolf held him in an iron grip from his otherside. A part of him couldn't help but notice how both women's breasts rubbed against his arms through their clothes. Surely it was youkai wiles trying to get him to drop his guard.

Wakisagihime recited the spell to the best of her ability, slurring certain parts here and mumbling others there. Mentally she shrugged, sure that nobody could actually understand that she was even messing up Latin and that the incantation would be fine anyways. The place where she kept her hands on his arm started to turn cold, signaling the manifestation of magic. Jozaenon went to struggle more before Kagerou established her control once more, now straddling his waist as she pinned him by his shoulders. Sake suppressed modesty as her boobs pushed against his chest. The only other to notice was the slightly more coherent Sekibanki, who stayed quiet to save her friend the embarassment. Besides, this foolish exterminator wouldn't be able to tell anyone else about her friend's indecency.

The chill spread from his arm and soon came to his entire body. It was almost numbing, and Jozaenon shivered. A wind blew through the willows and despite the Summer weather it felt piercing and bitter. It perhaps didn't help that his body hair was leaving him less insulated as it evacuated his follicles at an alarming pace along with muscle subtly softening away. It wasn't until he tried struggling again that he realized his strength was fading. He tried yelling, but found his throat straining to make anything other than a high-pitched squeal. Jozaenon thought it was a life-stealing curse, but the reality was less cruel in some ways and more cruel in others.

The spell, unknown to anyone but Wakisagihime, was a transformation magic. The intent was simple; they needed to make this man into a form nobody would listen to or take seriously. It required the caster to perfectly visualize the new form, and while a frog or newt was well beyond the mermaid's drunken mind to perfectly imagine, a certain annoyance in blue was perfectly seared into her brain from all of her unfortunate interaction with the strongest fairy in Gensokyo. Yes, that'd do perfectly. Wakisagihime smiled to herself as she watched its effects make themselves known on his body, his arms now easy to keep her hands wrapped around. Even now, blue was creeping into the roots of his hair and the other youkai shot her a questioning look. The mermaid continued on, ignoring their glances completely.

Jozaenon felt his bindings start to loosen, thanking his stars at his turn of luck. However, the wolf continued holding him in place with even less issue than before. He wiggled a bit more, chest rubbing against hers, which caused no reaction from her but certain caused him to blush. A blush that seemingly spread throughout his body, though that was merely the power of the Summer season's effect on his soon-to-be body tanning his skin. Unfortunately, the contact also had an effect on the ongoing incantation. It was, after all, a process effected by the environs of all involved, and in this case by the two youkai with bountiful chests that rubbed up against the victim.

The feeling of his chest rubbing against hers became sharper, more pronounced. His nipples hardened, and he rationalized it was the cold. However, another struggle caused more friction and he moaned into the gag, penis tenting his fundoshi. A drunk Kagerou was numb to it and a focused (and equally drunk) Wakisagihime was too focused on her spell to notice. Sekibanki blushed profusely and froze, trying to decide what she should do to stop her friend from futher embarassment. She looked around worriedly, hoping nobody else was around to observe. Jozaenon looked down to a chest swollen as if bitten by insects. However, it wouldn't stay that way for long, and his gaze locked onto the changes was only disturbed by the blue creeping into his hair on the corners of his vision.

The swelling continued, pushing further into Kagerou's own chest, nipples teasing themselves against cloth and causing him to lurch forward into the feeling. Even Kagerou became cognizant to the changes, and the thing poking her between the legs, and suddenly felt incredibly hot around the collar. She thought to get off quickly, but she didn't want Wakisahime's chanting (whatever she was chanting) to be interrupted. Thankfully, the man's rod seemed to be calming down despite his now girly moans. In reality, Jozaenon's manhood was shrinking away as his developing tits squished tighter and tighter against his captor's own

Panic filled his now cerulean eyes as the chill crystalized into fear (read: small icey "wings" now poking out of his skin) up and down his back. His chest felt divine, areolae experiencing hypersensitivity and teasing against the fabric of the werewolf's dress. Something was building up even more in his chest. Something other than fat that filled his boobs with a weight and fullness that quickly turned uncomfortable. Something that desperately needed to be released. Another part of the environment, this time mental, had effected the spell. The warm night air, the struggle, and Kagerou's and Sekibanki's flushed faces suffused the incantation with a want for something cool to drink. Jozaenon's own girly moaning filled his ears as the pleasure built and then crested a peak.

Against the gag, a scream sounded out into the night that caused all the youkai to start in surprise. His shrinking form hit one last shrink spurt that caused him to slip out of Kagerou's grasp. Not that she would've stayed on top of him when she felt something cold and wet spray against her dress in time with his undergarments getting stained with something hot and sticky. She leapt off of him, leaving the results of Wakisagihime's spell bare for everyone to see.

Massive breasts heaved against the otherwise tiny chest of what used to be a proud youkai exterminator. Now, all that sat before them was a giant-breasted, tanned Cirno that sat in a daze of euphoria after having her last male ejaculation and leaking a chilled milk from her teats. Her restraints now laid around her loosely, having slipped from her now tiny frame. The members of the Grassroots Youkai Network looked on in awe before Sekibanki started to berate Wakisagihime viciously. Kagerou tried to mediate peacefully while the mermaid defended her actions. The sounds of squabbling brought the new Cirno back from her pleasure-drunk state and she yelled once more. Cursing echoed loudly into the night from a high-pitched voice and the members stopped their bickering to silence the issue. A short round of danmaku later, and the fairy was knocked to the floor exhausted and now completely naked.

The youkai trio settled the problem with one last discussion before quickly departing the scene. No doubt the people of the village had seen, so they had to leave swiftly. While Jozaenon might still be himself mentally, a fairy wouldn't be allowed in the village and nobody would believe Cirno of all fairies on anything. It sounded like a fair enough explanation to all in their only slightly sober states. Jozaenon would recover shortly after, chest once more sore from a quickly building milk supply that slowly dribbled from his tits. He, now she, fled the scene as guards came out to check to comotion.

Morning came. A naked fairy found herself deep in the woods without humanity or maleness. Jozaenon couldn't go back home, her obvious inhumanity floating just a few inches away behind her back in the form of ice crystals. She certainly couldn't go to anyone else in her current state either. Beyond just being indecent, she was leaking and in a peculiar distress. Hands unconsciously rubbed and groped her breasts with a need to relieve the pressure, and the Cirno lookalike sheepishly found a private spot to relieve herself. Jozaenon tried thinking of how she'd get her revenge (and her body back) as she started, but her train of thought quickly melted away with each tug on her own nipple. Lewdness quickly infected her, and Jozaenon reached down to a moistening honeypot while using the other hand to continue her milking.

The frustration of an unattended teat caused her to eagerly pop it into her mouth, her greedy sucking causing her to drink her own chilly milk. However, the smooth cold drink did nothing to cool her heat as she rode her fingers, dropping down to her knees and moaning unabashedly into the air around her tit. Wings fluttered in ecstasy behind her and her breast slipped from her lips as she cried out, milk spurting onto the ground and mixing with the juices from her nether regions. Jozanon shook herself, suddenly incredibly embarrassed from her lewd display and silently prayed that nobody saw as she quickly hurried on her way to no destination in particular. However, the surrounding fairies saw, and the last people who'd believe another fairy on ridiculous stories of transformation quickly spread the rumors of a strange fairy that looked like Cirno and could be found often spreading her bounty across the forest floor.