New Backer Driven Story “The Dungeon Appraiser”

You can find the first entry for this new story below the break. This is a “Backer Driven Story” which means it is being written and posted like one of my poll driven stories, except the polls are only being shown to/voted on by one high level Patreon backer. If this is something you’re interested in please check out my Patreon and see if I have a slot open.

Content Warnings/Kink Spoilers: The entry is a little over 3,700 words long. It includes one full sex scene with a fox girl being fucked by tentacles. It begins as non-con but becomes consensual by the end.

The Dungeon Appraiser

The Two Meetings was a small and simple inn that had existed for generations. It had been built at the halfway point between a couple of villages that were about two days’ travel from each other. The inn was never a busy place, taking in just enough money to ensure its owners were able to live a comfortable life.

Everything changed with the discovery that the wilds in the surrounding area were filled with ancient ruins. Everyone knew that where there were ruins there were ancient tombs and dungeons, places filled with treasures that needed looting and monsters that needed slaying.

The small inn became packed almost overnight as the two towns it lay between turned into Adventurer-driven boom towns. Although an increase in commerce between the two cities was partially responsible for the newfound business of the inn it was Adventurers that filled it at most times.

Parties of Adventurers stopped at the inn for one last night of comfort before heading out into the wilds to chase after monsters and, hopefully, a significant amount of treasure. Regardless of whether they were successful or not those same parties almost always stopped back at The Two Meetings on their return, some wanting a place to celebrate their success but more often needing a place to recover from the dangers of the wilds.

For there were many, MANY dangers. Most of the monsters that now roamed the wilds had only recently been awakened by the Adventurer’s meddling. Some came pouring out of open tombs, others disturbed from resting places in ancient ruins hidden deep in the forest or mountains. And some came in response to the Adventurers themselves, as drawn to them as they were to treasure.

Other dangers, more subtle ones, were being placed in the wilds. The world of Alaria is a place of change and there are forces, powerful and some might even say evil forces, working to alter it to its core. One of these forces is known as The Corruption, a force that uses countless perverse powers and agents to further alter Alaria.

The Corruption is an unrelenting force. It does not shy away from using overwhelming power to accomplish its will, yet it prefers to act subtly. It enjoys most corrupting the inhabitants of Alaria in secret, hiding its presence and masquerading as things it is not. Questing Knights, Adventurers, even the very dungeons those glory seekers dive so eagerly into.

Take, for example, the figure riding up to The Two Meetings looked to be just another Adventurer arriving at the inn.

Even her semi-exotic race and natural beauty would draw only a little extra attention. As a member of the Vulpenite race the young woman looked almost Human. It was the addition of large furry foxlike ears and a prominent, bushy-haired tail that showed her as being a member of another race.

It was the armor she wore that caused those present to give her a second look. The mix of heavy chain mail and gleaming, expertly crafted plate armor was distinct in fashion, only worn by members of The Sisterhood of Righteousness.

A militant order, most knew the Sisterhood for being dedicated to protecting all of Alaria from evil, monsters, and perversion in all their forms. In truth, the order was one of the few groups in Alaria that knew the true nature of The Corruption and had been created to hunt down all traces of it and eradicate them.

The Corruption thrives in conflict, especially against those who try and wield purity from perversion as a shield. Members of the Sisterhood of Righteousness are some of the sinister force’s favorite targets, and if they can be properly corrupted and turned those same women can go on to become some of their most potent agents.

To nearly all the world aware of her existent Tayona, Knight Errant of the Spinsterhood of Righteousness, was what she seemed. Renowned for her good and valiant deeds, feared for her martial prowess, and perhaps ofttimes remembered for her exotic beauty. But she was no longer what she seemed.

Tayona dismounted from her horse, throwing her long flowing black hair back as she handed the mount off to the stable boy. The striking black hair, streaked with lines of silver-white, added to the woman’s noble bearing.

Nothing about her, especially her beauty that seemed infused with untouched virginal purity, would make anyone suspect she now only pretended to serve the Sisterhood and was, in fact, a secret agent of The Corruption. But there ARE those who know the truth about her, and it is one of those very people Tayona has arrived at The Two Meetings to converse with.

Upon entering the inn Tayona slowly looked across the packed ground floor room. It was like countless other inns across Alaria, part dining hall, part tavern, and an all-hours party as long as there are a handful of Adventurers present. It was the kind of place where it was easy to disappear into the background if one wanted to, especially if one could pass as an Adventurer.

Tayona only knew the woman she was there to meet by name and reputation. As this would be their first meeting she’d need to puzzle out her identity.

A Druid, she thought as she searched the tavern. An Elven Druid. She’ll blend in with the Adventurers but to my eyes she should stand out once I’ve spotted her. She’s dabbled too deep into forbidden, ‘perverse’ Druidic arts. Such things leave hints if one knows how to read them…

There! That must be her, the Knight thought. As she approached the woman she gave her a thorough visual appraisal. She’s no High Elve, too narrow and thin. But her Elven blood IS strong. She has that ethereal, ageless beauty that can be so breathtaking. And the way her Druidic magic has tainted her skin slightly green only adds to that otherworldly beauty.

And perhaps that natural beauty has had a bit of help. I suspect that impressive mane of green hair has been glamoured into being that color, while the collection of leaves and twigs ‘tangled’ in it are too artfully placed to be accidental. And that outfit! Green fabric blending perfectly into actual leaves and vines, all seeming to be appropriate for an Adventurer yet so revealing!


The Elven Druid looked up from the steaming mug of tea she’d been enjoying and flashed a charming smile at the Vulpenite. “And you must be Tayona, Knight Errant of the Sisterhood of Righteousness.”

Tayona smiled knowingly as she sat at the table with the Druid. That was artfully done, she thought, admiring the way the woman had said “Sisterhood of Righteousness”. Few overhearing the Druid would have picked up on the subtle hint of derision she’d put into the words.

“I suppose my fame proceeds me,” Tayona replied, waving down a serving wench and ordering a simple mug of ale.

Genovaria waited till the woman delivered the drink and then left before she went on. “More your beauty,” she said slyly. “Such cute, sexy, furry ears.” The Druid leaned closer, flashing a flirtatious smile. “They’d make good handles while holding your pretty face between my legs.”

One of Tayona’s ears twitched before both perked up, a sign of great interest if one knew how to read a Vulpenite’s body language. “If only slipping away to a rented room above would not risk drawing unwanted attention,” she flirted back. “But my mission here is an important one we must not endanger.”

“Yes,” Genovaria agreed. “Very important. I’ve worked incredibly hard in secret preparing the dungeon. Before it becomes a tool in The Corruption’s arsenal of perversion it must be tested and approved.”

“And I’m just the woman to do that,” Tayona replied. “And IF it is all you seem to think it is I could even help ensure it is put to good use. It would not be hard for me to ‘lead’ a troop of oblivious Sisterhood members into danger beyond their expectations, danger that will leave them forever changed and corrupted.”

Genovaria nodded eagerly. “Oh yes, MY dungeon will do just that. And if those led into it aren’t corruptible? Well, the dungeon can ensure that they never pose a threat to The Corruption’s machinations once they leave, if they are even allowed to leave.”

Tayona let out an indecent moan of appreciation. “The thought has me wet,” she whispered. “Just thinking about leading those naive young female warriors to their unknowing corruption or doom… I’d be such a flustered, wet mess I might need a secret night in a rented room to blow off steam and prevent me from endangering my cover.”

The Elve smirked. “And I’d be most open to accommodating such needs. But first, the dungeon needs to be approved.”

“I warn you,” Tayona said, suddenly serious, “such places always need little tweaks, no matter how well-crafted their creators think they are. Will you be able to take critiques to better perfect it?”

“Of course,” the Elve replied haughtily. “But I doubt you’ll have too many notes.” She then narrowed her eyes and leaned in. “How does this work?”

“I will traverse the dungeon, facing its dangers as though I were one of the Adventurers it is meant to lure in and corrupt or neutralize.” She reached into the top of her armor and pulled out a charm hanging from a necklace. “I activate this and in a flash it will be like I am who I was before falling to The Corruption. I’ll move on to my task, filled with the sexual purity and naivety I once had. The charm is only short-lived and by the end of each encounter my true mind will return to me, usually just in time for the real me to enjoy the perversion the old me had been suffering through.”

“Amazing,” the Elve replied.

“Is the dungeon built in a way that you, as the master of it, will be able to meet up with me after each encounter to hear my feedback?”

“Oh yes,” Genovaria replied proudly. “This is no normal dungeon made up solely of boring underground passages. It is an arboreal masterpiece, incorporating the living forest, above ground ruins, and a small dungeon delve at the end.”

“No more details are needed, the more surprises in store for me the better. I need only the location.”

“Then I will happily lead the way! But let us finish our drinks first. I’d like a little extra time to enjoy your unspoiled beauty before my precious dungeon despoils you head to toe.”

* * *

“Is this your doing?” Tayona asked as the two followed a game trail into a small clearing in the dense forest. The outline of an ancient building could be seen, the stonework of the floor partially intact under a small layer of leaves and other forest detritus. Only some of the walls of the building remained, and those still present were only knee-high at most.

“It is,” Genovaria replied smugly. “I reshaped the forest so the game trails lead here, an inviting and obvious place to make camp before entering the ruins they’ll be after. And seemingly located a safe distance from any danger.”

“Is it?” Tayona asked, reaching for the charm hidden under her armor. “Is it time to begin?”

“It is safe, but danger is closer than they will suspect. The first of the ‘encounters’ you will need to appraise is not far, not close enough to the campsite that someone might trigger it while the others are still making camp, but far enough away from their destination to catch them off guard.”

“Sounds like the ‘old’ me will be in for a real surprise.” Tayona clung to the charm, staring off into the forest. “Well, I suppose we should begin. I expect to see you on the other side, once the encounter is over.”

“I look forward to it, but expect you’ll have few notes,” Genovaria declared. She gave the Vulpenite one last nod then turned. Leafy vines erupted from the ground, lifting the Elve into the air and carrying her away.

Tayona waited till the Druid was out of sight. Then, after taking a deep calming breath, she clutched the charm tightly in her hand and bowed her head as if in prayer.

A pulse of sparking red energy burst from the charm, making the greenery nearby rustle. Tayona glanced up, tucking the charm away, and looked around in confusion as though she couldn’t remember where she was. The confusion only lasted for a moment then, looking in the direction of the dungeon, the Knight smiled.

“I remember,” she said to herself. “A dungeon! A fresh, unspoiled dungeon to clear. Yes… holding some dark artifact tainted by The Corruption that must be reclaimed so it can be destroyed. A simple quest for one as skilled as me. For glory,” she called out, drawing her sword. “And for the Sisterhood!”

* * *

Tayona peered around at the forest suspiciously. She’d begun to distrust it. As she’d moved towards her destination the paths she’d been taking had kept shifting, forcing her in a direction some part of her sensed was dangerous.

“It’s almost like the very forest itself is directing my passage forward, forcing me where it wants me to go.” She paused, looking around. The closer she got to the dungeon she was trying to enter the more overgrown ruins she encountered. Most were like the small place she vaguely remembered making camp at, only a meager footprint of what had long ago been reclaimed by the forest.

In front of her was something different. It had once been a narrow, long structure. Perhaps a gateway through an ancient city’s outer walls? If there had been walls around it there was no evidence of them now, just the narrow ruins she was staring into.

The remaining stonework covering the ground looked inviting to walk on after having to carefully make her way through the root and rock-covered forest floor. The remains of the structure’s walls, rising to shoulder length on either side, seemed to suggest a few moments of safety from whatever dangers might fill this forest. Even the way the nearby trees crowded around and hung over the narrow area seemed appealing, adding some cool shade to what was turning into a hot day.

Yet Tayona hesitated. Her furry ears perked up, listening closely for danger, while her fluffy tail lashed behind her in agitation.

“I sense the work of The Corruption ahead,” she muttered, tightening her grip on her sword. She’d grown up in the Sisterhood, trained all her life to combat that evil, perverse force and had developed a sixth sense for its presence.

“This feels like a trap. But if one was not as sensitive to The Corruption’s presence as I am they would sense nothing amiss… perhaps even the opposite, drawn forth with their guard down.”

She did not entertain any thoughts of turning back or even going around. As a Knight Errant of the Sisterhood it was her vowed duty to hunt out such threats and deal with them so no others would fall prey to their dangers. Even suspecting a trap was ahead she felt driven to march on and trigger.

“I’ll be prepared,” she muttered, looking about as she carefully entered the ruins.

The trees above rustled. Tayona looked up, raising her sword in preparation for an attack that might come from that direction.

There’s an unnatural breeze blowing through the tree’s up there… Some unseen force WANTING to draw my attention to the trees.

Tayona’s head snapped down as she realized she’d let her attention be drawn away from the real danger, but by then it was too late. It surrounded her, pushing up through cracks in the ancient stonework on the ground or slithering out of the walls around her.

Tentacles, countless tentacles. Fleshy, muscular, and most disturbingly of all was how indecently male their vein-covered lengths looked.

“No,” Tayona gasped, swinging her sword at what she thought was the nearest tentacle reaching for her.

The blow WOULD have easily sliced through the appendage, but as she discovered to her great dismay it was far from the closest to her. Mid-swing a tentacle grabbed her wrist, jerking her arm to the side. It coiled around her wrist, squeezing so tight the Vulpenite was forced to release her grip on her sword.

She was surrounded and ensnared in a tangle of tentacles a moment later. Dexterous, pointed tips slithered their way into her armor, unhooking, unclasping, and untying as they peeled it off piece by piece. Once her armor was gone the tentacles went to work stripping the Knight of her other clothing.

As this happened the monster appendages caressed and groped every inch of her body. The Knight thrashed and kicked, but everything she did just provided an opening for the tentacles to grab a better hold of her. At first they lifted her into the air to better strip her, then, once she was naked, pulled her back to the ground.

She intended to never stop fighting, to not let the perverse monsters have their way with her for she had no doubt that was what would happen. But her battle against them was short lived. At first her struggle was lessened by the pure overwhelming strength of her opponent. They held her limbs in check, preventing her from moving. When she continued to struggle a tentacle wrapped around her neck, tightening its grip and slowly cutting off her ability to breathe till she relented and went limp.

When it eased its grasp she opened her mouth to gasp for air. A tentacle rammed its way into her mouth, making her gag. It thrust in and out of her mouth, making her choke further.

The tip of it was not like the others. She could feel it in her mouth, not a narrow-pointed end but something swollen and bulbous and growing firmer as it continued to plunge in and out of her mouth. The whole stretch of tentacle fucking her face was growing more rigid and, crossing her eyes and looking at it, she was horrified that it looked even more dick-like than the others.

Her eyes darted about as disgust and terror overtook her. More tentacles had arrived, these with tips like the one fucking her face. These penis-tipped tentacles were all rigid and hard at their ends, their swollen cockheads leaking thick streams of precum.

There were other tentacles, ones that disturbed her even more. They had ends that opened, slimy tongue-like muscles stretching out from them. As the cock-tentacles kept their distance these tongued ones attacked.

They licked her all over. Some went down her back, stopping to slobber up and down her ass crack. The tentacles holding her bent her so those could then lick her asshole! Others concentrated on her chest. Huge slimy tongues coiling and slithering over her small, perfectly firm, and perky breasts. These focused much of their attention on her nipples.

She moaned and wiggled, her eyes flickering and rolling up into her head as she continued to choke and gag on the tentacle fucking her mouth. It all felt good, too good. Not just the tongues slobbering all over her breasts, but even the tongue licking and lightly penetrating her asshole!

The slimy saliva the tongues are smearing all over me, it’s doing things to my body. My skin tingles wherever they lick it. It’s warming me deep inside… But I won’t give in to these monsters’ corruption-infused touch. I won’t enjoy this, I won’t let their violation push me to climax!

Her vow was soon broken when the slimy tongues began working her pussy. They slathered their arousing saliva all over her vulva, up and down her outer labia, all over her clit, in her fleshy folds, and then plunging in and out of her by then sopping wet hole.

By the time the tongues were pulling away the Vulpenite had cum multiple times. She’d undergone a change during that time. Groaning, wiggling, and doing everything she could to try to not enjoy the forced pleasure at first, but with each orgasm her resistance had melted and was eventually replaced with enthusiasm.

The effects of the charm had worn off, the old her melted away by the warmth of powerful forced climaxes. When the tongue tentacles pulled back so some of the cock-tipped ones could enter her she met them with so much lascivious eagerness the tentacles loosened all their grips on her.

Once her cunt and asshole were full the tentacles no longer had her captive, they were no longer having their way with her, SHE was having her way with THEM. The Vulpenite rode the swarm of perverse appendages, thrusting and grabbing to keep them near. Her big fluffy tail swished and wrapped loving around tentacles while the one in her mouth was now something she was lovingly sucking on.

The tentacles quivered as they drew near the height of their pleasure.

Tayona, her hands free to do as they pleased, stroked the cock-tipped tentacle she was vigorously sucking off. It quivered and came in her mouth. With a final loud slurp she sucked it clean, pulling it out of her mouth and swallowing as she moaned out an indecent sound of carnal satisfaction at the taste of the monster’s cum.

“Give me more,” she demanded, riding the tentacles fucking her pussy and ass harder. They soon quivered and came in her. “Fuuuuuuuuck yes,” she howled in delight, cumming along with them.

The tentacles, spent, began to pull back.

They deposited Tayona on the ground. She lay sprawled out, legs open as cum oozed from her holes. She absentmindedly fingered herself, smearing the cum up her slit and rubbing it on her clit as she hummed happily. “That was lovely,” she sighed.

Just as the last of the tentacles disappeared, retracting back into the ruins, the leaf-covered trees overhead rustled. Genovaria arrived, riding a wave of roiling vines. It deposited her near the woman lounging in post-coital bliss. “You looked like you enjoyed yourself thoroughly at the end there.”

Tayona nodded. “The charm wore off just when it was getting really good. It does that,” she added, looking up at the Druid with sleepy, pleasure-filled eyes. “Care to join me? My pussy is a real mess, it could use a good, deep licking to get it cleaned out.”

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