The Fey Sorority

It seemed that, having already created for herself a maid and a pair of manservants, Mab was concerned with courtiers. One by one, she set about transforming the partygoers from drunk, rowdy sorority girls into elegant, faerie-like noblewomen. Halloween costumes and skimpy party outfits became long gowns or low-cut cocktail dresses, all of them in dark, gothic colors. Loose waves of hair, made messy by dancing, became fancy, elaborate braids. Each girl, after her transformation, was immediately offered a glass of wine by Monica or Kristen, bowing low to the newly-appointed nobles of the Unseelie Court as they performed their duties. Charlotte, meanwhile, was scampering back and forth eagerly, clearing space and tidying, making sure the sorority house was fit for faerie aristocracy.

Bit by bit, as more and more of Serenity's sorority sisters offered themselves up to Queen Mab, the whole character of the room started to change. There was no more excitable cheering or raunchy dancing; instead the girls Serenity had been hanging out with for weeks were simply standing around in small groups, engaged in polite, courtly small talk with each other and relishing in their new, aristocratic guises, or else dancing elaborate, formal dances with one another. Serenity lacked the words to express the strangeness of it all, but with Queen Mab standing tall and regal at its center, the room really was starting to feel like something out of fantasy.

To Serenity's surprise, once most of the room had already been transformed, it was Becky who was the first to actually question what was going on. She had retreated to a corner, much like Serenity, and was poring over the ritual grimoire with a look of intense focus on her face. Then, she looked up sharply and approached Queen Mab, wearing a shy, astonished expression, interrupting her as she transformed the last few members of the sorority.

"This... this is real, isn't it?" she said breathlessly. "You're really Queen Mab?"

The Unseelie queen laughed; a rich, musical sound. "My, my," she replied. "Aren't you a clever little mortal girl? The one who cast my ritual too, I see. Yes... I think you deserve something special."

"What?" Becky's eyes went wide. "N-no, no, um... that's quite alright, your highness, I really don't w-"

"Much too clever for your own good, I think," interrupted the tall, fearful Queen of Air and Darkness, reaching out to seize Becky by the chin. "You know, a queen needs a princess, and even my Winter Court sometimes needs a breath of fresh air."

She snapped her fingers.

The change that came over Becky was rather different from the one that had come over the other girls. It seemed almost like parody. Whereas the others had all been given dark hair, Becky's brunette locks suddenly paled to platinum blonde. Her clothes lightened too, her orange sweater fading to almost white before turning a beautiful, pearlescent pink. It became a dress, but one with an obscenely short miniskirt and all kinds of ridiculous frills and details, not least of which was a heart-shaped cut-out over her cleavage. Her new attire was every bit as elaborate and expensive-looking as Mab's, but it made her look so girly it was ridiculous. Clearly, Serenity wasn't the only one who thought so. Everywhere she looked, Queen Mab's courtiers were smirking and giggling behind their hands.

Becky looked just as perturbed and frightened as before, at first - until the very last piece of her new outfit took form. Nested atop her head, there suddenly appeared a small, silver tiara, with a black jewel embedded at its front. An instant later, the look on Becky's face turned placid. The look in her eyes became faint and glassy, and a dull, stupid smile spread across her face.

She looked like a bimbo.

"There," Queen Mab purred, smirking. "A princess is valued for her looks, after all. Not her brains."

"Yes, Queen Mab!" Becky - or, rather, Princess Becky - replied, in a bubbly voice. She performed a clumsy little curtsy, completely exposing her frilly, pink panties in the process, prompting yet more giggles from Mab's court. Serenity didn't laugh. She had no fondness for Becky, or for any other of Regina's cronies, but seeing her so completely robbed of her intelligence was unsettling, to say the least.

Serenity shuddered at the unpleasant thought which hit her next. If that was the treatment Becky got, how much worse was it going to get?

Queen Mab swiftly returned to brainwashing the remainder of the students, but within just a few moments, an unexpected protest went up from amongst the girls.

"H-hey!" the shaky voice cried out, scared and defiant at the same time. "You can't do this!"

Serenity clasped a hand over her mouth. She knew that voice. It was Taylor.

Her fears were confirmed as a small circle was cleared around Taylor, the faerie nobles backing away in distaste. Taylor was one of the few sorority girls Serenity counted as a friend. She fit in well with the others, but she was never cruel or haughty, and always seemed to be able to distract Regina from picking on those who weren't able to handle it. Clearly, that same instinct for justice was what had driven her to speak up.

"I... I won't let you!" Taylor, looking tomboyish as ever, was dressed as a werewolf, and clenched her hands into fists as she stood before the Queen. "You don't have the right to treat Becky that way! Or any of us, for that matter!"

"The right?" Queen Mab repeated, surprised, as if she was rolling the words around her mouth to taste their flavor. But then, she repeated them once more, outraged. "The right?"

As one, her newly-transformed courtiers all started howling with cruel laughter.

"How dare you question me?" Queen Mab roared, and it became clear that her courtiers were laughing at Taylor's misfortune. "I am a queen! Royalty! Compared to me, you foolish mortals are nothing. I have every right to do with you as I please!"

Scared as she plainly was, Taylor stood her ground. "Well, you don't look like much of a queen to me!" she jeered. "Just a plain old bitch, same as Regina."

Serenity expected the fey queen to explode again, but instead, her expression curdled into one of wicked malice. "Me? A bitch? How amusing," Mab drawled. "Given your outfit, I mean. Allow me to make you as much of a bitch on the inside as you are on the outside."

Snap.

"L-look," Taylor replied, with as much confidence as she could muster. "Whatever you're trying to do to me, it's not going to- arf!"

Her eyes went wide in shock. Mab arched a mocking eyebrow.

"T-that's not... that doesn't... arf!" The enthusiastic bark forced its way out of her mouth before she could clasp a hand over it. Taylor looked horrified. It was clear that she was trying to resist with all her might.

And from the way her big wolf ears were suddenly looking alarmingly real, it clearly wasn't working.

"You were saying?" Mab prompted.

"A-arf" Taylor barked hopelessly. "Arf! Arf arf arf!"

At first, it seemed that there might still be hope. Taylor looked like she was still trying to speak and remain defiant, but within moments, her eyes were turning dull and glassy, going wide with empty enthusiasm as they did. Her tongue lolled out of her mouth, a globule of drool hanging from the tip.

"No..." Serenity whispered to herself as Taylor sank into a squatting position, her knees apart, hands held limply at her chest like paws.

"Arf!" Taylor barked, now with complete earnestness. "Arf! Arf!"

"And I have my first loyal hound!" Queen Mab announced, with regal smugness. She held out her hand, and Taylor immediately scurried across the floor to nuzzle it like a loyal puppy as her former sorority sisters laughed.

Serenity was trembling. She looked around. Now that Taylor had fallen, she was the only one left. The final girl. It was a miracle she hadn't been noticed yet. What was she going to do? She still didn't dare to make a run for it. All she could bring herself to do was shrink further and further into her dark corner.

"Ladies of the court," Queen Mab said next, surveying the room of newly-transformed courtiers at her beck and call. "I think that's quite enough preamble. Don't you?"

The transformed sorority girls all nodded, and raised their glasses in acclaim.

"Then, without further ado," the Queen continued, with a flourish. "Let the feast... begin!"

Serenity had to wait no more than a moment to learn what that meant. As soon as Queen Mab gave her permission, the room descended into utter debauchery.

As a sorority, Kappa Kappa Tau was very far from prudish, and over the course of the hazing rituals she'd been forced to undergo, Serenity had seen more than a few instances of public sex and obscenity within the KKT house. That was nothing compared to what suddenly erupted in front of her. Before Serenity could make sense of what was happening, the whole room was a seething, orgiastic mass of flesh and sex. All pretense of courtly reserve and etiquette were discarded as the newly-appointed noblewomen of the Unseelie Court threw themselves at one another, grasping desperately, eyes filled with voracious, inhuman hunger. For a brief moment, Serenity's fear was outshone by her pure shock.

Within moments, all the fine, elegant dresses and ball gowns Queen Mab had woven out of magic for her court were torn to shreds. The strangely short skirts, low necklines and sheer fabrics suddenly revealed themselves as little more than foreplay for the ecstatic ritual the fey queen had planned for them all. Serenity's former sorority sisters reached for each other without care or discrimination, often in groups of three or four, always fluid, the fairies dancing and fucking around the room in inhumanly lithe movements. Wherever Serenity looked, there were fey nobles, all of them wearing the faces of her sisters, those faces now contorted into lascivious expressions of shameless pleasure - impossibly long tongues, wide, hungry eyes, sharp teeth biting and nibbling. There were dozens of them, and in the ethereal glow of the fey lanterns, they all seemed to blur into one. One huge orgy, driven by the magic and appetites of the Unseelie.

The only courtiers who remained fully clothed were Monica and Kristen. They still looked as diligently neat and professional as ever, in their new butlers' uniforms, only now, they were singularly devoted to the task of pleasuring their social betters. Each one was on their knees, surrounded by a gaggle of aroused, impatient noblewomen, and each had their face buried between one of their admirers' legs, hard at work attending to them with their - from the looks of it - incredibly skilled tongues. It was certainly strange to see those two looking so servile. Normally, they were Regina's right-hand bitches, and almost as demanding. Now, they were just servants. But it was clear that the services of Queen Mab's manservants were in high demand.

Charlotte, now a maid, seemed equally in demand, but she had been allowed to keep far less of her dignity. Her maid outfit was in tatters, and she was darting about frantically in response to barked commands from the faerie nobles around her, eager to please but flustered by the overwhelming task of obeying so many needy women. As she moved from one to the next, face dripping with girlcum, she was subjected to all kinds of groping, slapping and biting. She took it all demurely, of course, despite how worked up she plainly was. Precisely as a maid should.

Becky was being subjected to a very different kind of torment. The absurdly-dressed princess was still on her feet, but only just. She was also surrounded by admirers, all of them heaping fawning praise upon her as they kissed and caressed her half-naked form. But their wide, predatory smiles made it clear that their adoration was entirely mocking. Becky, thoroughly bimbofied by Queen Mab's magic, was oblivious. She was doing her best to keep her composure as best she could. That was what the rank of princess demanded, presumably. But with two women between her legs, two more at her tits, another at her ass, and a further set of admirers attending to her lips, her neck, her arms, she was far beyond any kind of royal dignity. The bimbo princess was drooling and babbling helplessly as she came over and over again, mercifully too airheaded to recognize how far she was being degraded.

Which was, however, not as far as Taylor was being degraded. Mab's courtiers were making good on their queen's promise to make her a bitch, inside and out. Filled with puppy-like enthusiasm and animalistic heat, Taylor was on her back, being toyed with and abused by yet another crowd. Overwhelmed with pleasure and bestial urges, she was accepting whatever her mistresses gave her - fingers in her mouth, toys in her cunt, cocks in her ass. She was taking it all, looking every bit like the court's breeding bitch. Her fur, now all-too-real, was matted with drool and cum, some of it hers, some of it not, and her whining barks made it clear that she was entirely enthusiastic.

And threw the orgy strode Mab, as queenly and regal as it was possible to be.

Her magnificent dress was untouched by the debauchery and excess around her, and her black eyes and pointed eyes made her seem almost ethereal as she moved effortlessly through the party. She didn't seem inclined to partake in any of the pleasures on offer, but she did watch them intently as she passed, a pleased smile on her face, as if this was all according to her plan.

Serenity, transfixed by the garden of earthly delights the sorority house had become, realized far, far too late that the queen was heading straight towards her.

"And you," Queen Mab said, as she reached Serenity. "The last. And the most precious, I should think."

Serenity considered running. She considered fighting. But what was the point? Her shoulders sagged, and she tried her hardest to keep her voice from wavering.

"What are you going to do to me?" she asked.

The Queen seemed pleased by her acceptance. It was strange, seeing Regina's face wear such a genuine, adoring smile. "Don't worry," she assured her, in that pretty, lilting accent of hers. "You won't be like the others. No, you deserve more. Your blood gave me life, after all, and that makes for quite a bargain."

"W-what?" Serenity was dumbfounded.

"A queen needs a consort, don't you think?"

The very last thing Serenity expected to happen next was for Mab to kiss her.

The Unseelie queen was a good kisser, every bit as skillful and voracious as Serenity might have expected. But that wasn't what made the terrified girl's eyes go wide.

It was the sensation of something forcing its way down her throat.

Serenity pulled back in a panic, just in time to see a few wisps of inky blackness disappear up her nose. The sight was horrifyingly familiar. It was exactly what had happened to Regina.

"N-no..." Serenity started to protest, clutching at herself. But she froze, once she heard the siren-sweet voice in her head.

Be mine, it beckoned. Become one with me, and you will know bliss, it promised.

"B-but," Serenity whispered to herself, "I don't want to lose myself."

You won't, the voice told her, and Serenity couldn't do anything but believe it. You simply need to join with me, and take your place at the Queen's side.

"I... but... I don't..."

Don't you want this? Don't you want her?

Serenity looked up at Queen Mab, and gasped.

The queen hadn't changed, but in Serenity's eyes, she looked altogether different. She blazed with a kind of dark radiance, as beautiful as the full moon, and in the space of a single heartbeat, Serenity fell in love with her. Those cheekbones, those lips... she had spent so much time staring hatefully at Regina. How hadn't she realized how truly beautiful she was? But it had taken Mab's presence to truly bring it out. Now, joined, they were a perfect being.

And this perfection wanted Serenity?

How could she refuse?

"I'm yours," Serenity whispered, both to the voice and to her queen. "I promise."

With that, the bargain was made. It wasn't painful or jarring, as Serenity might have expected. Instead, her new guise and her new soul settled on her as lightly and easily as a shroud of moonlight. She barely even noticed as her plain clothes changed and warped, becoming an impossibly fine suit of faerie armor, or as her short hair turned jet black.

She had eyes only for her queen.

Serenity, First Knight of the Unseelie court, sank to her knees and reached out to take Queen Mab's offered hand. She kissed it tenderly, worshipfully.

"Rise, my beloved," the Queen said softly.

Serenity did, and then allowed Queen Mab to lead her off into the heart of the party, where they were surrounded by wild, frenzied sex. The Queen snapped her fingers, and her manservants appeared instantly at her side, and swiftly began disrobing her.

Serenity licked her lips.

Together with her queen, she had a night of pleasure to enjoy.