New Entry For The She Was Too Low Level Poll Driven Story “Airisu Oreti, Level 5 Vulpenite Rogue”

I’m slowly picking back up partially finished poll-driven stories, starting with the ones I feel are closest to being finished. You can find the new entry for this one below the break, or read it in its current entirety HERE.

Content Warnings/Kink Spoilers: It’s a smaller entry at a little over 2,000 words. There’s no sex scene but it does lean into heat from noncon elements as well as looming unwanted impregnation/breast growth.

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The next morning Airisu woke unable to remember when she’d fallen asleep. She’d been left alone, unable to move, laying in her filth on the bed in the dark with nothing but ominous thoughts to keep her company. Despair had risen till she felt like she had drowned in it. Sleep had eventually taken her, but not peacefully. The waking nightmares her mind had been filled with had become actual nightmares that, upon waking, seemed better than the reality she’d have to face now that she’d returned, unmoving, to the real world.

Eventually a gaggle of female servants entered her room, chattering happily amongst themselves as they lit lanterns and started cleaning up both the bed and Airisu. They spoke to her as though she was a noblewoman or honored guest, treating her with unsettling dignity as they hand-bathed her.

It was clear they knew Airisu was unable to move or even speak, yet not once did any of them verbally acknowledge this even as they washed away the filth of the previous night’s horrors. Nor did they acknowledge what that filth implied, talking as though she was no more soiled than was expected of a noblewoman after a simple night’s sleep.

Airisu found it all incredibly unsettling. Their friendly, polite, servile chatter and actions only seemed to highlight the terror or her situation. These servants had to know what was happening, yet they showed no hint that what was transpiring was something new, nor did any show any sign they were unsettled by the dark fate Airisu was facing.

After the Vulpenite’s unmoving body was fully washed some of the servants sprayed parts of her with subtly fragrant perfume. One of them even put a bit of blush on her cheeks while others held her in a sitting position so still another could brush out her messy hair. The one who had put the blush on her went away and came back with a brush to work out the knots and mess in her tail, ensuring it would be as neatly groomed as the hair on her head.

Just as they were finishing Lord Luthanda arrived. The servants seemed to have expected his arrival and after giving the man subservient bows quickly cleared the room, leaving him alone with Airisu.

They’d left her propped up, leaning back against a pile of pillows and the headboard of the bed. She watched in unmoving silence as the monster that had assaulted, used, and degraded her so thoroughly the night before greeted her with the utmost politeness, talking to her as though she was a visiting noblewoman of equal station as him.

“I wish to apologize for how you’ve been treated so far,” he said at one point, his tone making it clear everything that he’d said before that point was meaningless frivolity. “Our meeting was… well, let’s say the manner of it is not something we should ever bring up in polite society, and I’m sure you’ll agree it is a secret we best keep hidden from the future heirs you’ll birth me.”

He moved closer to the bed, smiling at her in a most unsettling way. “You’re important now,” he told her, his voice and the way he was looking at her naked body making her skin crawl. “You’ll never be my wife, you’re only property. Just a useful womb first and a fuck toy second, yet you ARE important. I’d like to prove that to you.”

The sinister Nobleman reached into a pocket and pulled out a small box, perhaps big enough to hide a fancy coin or ring. “Here,” he said, holding it up but not opening it, “a gift to prove I want to make things right for what has transpired so far. A gift that will also make our future time more…” He trailed off, falling into thought as he carefully searched his mind for the right words. “More pleasing and simple,” he finally said, nodding as though the four words explained everything.

Airisu felt they explained nothing. When he opened the small box to reveal a ring hidden inside she was left with a sinking feeling in the pit of her stomach, fearing his ominous words would soon make all too much sense. She could tell the ring was magic, powerfully so if she could feel it from as far away as the man stood.

Lord Luthanda took the ring in hand, set the box down on a nearby dresser, then gently climbed onto the bed beside Airisu. “Here, let me help you by putting the gift on one of your dainty, lithe, oh-so-attractive feminine fingers,” he said as he picked one of her hands up and slid the ring carefully onto a finger.

The helpless Vulpenite felt the magic of the ring instantly. It washed over her body then soaked into her mind, although just WHAT it was doing to her she couldn’t tell.

A blessing, Airisu realized as she felt herself attuning to the enchanted ring. A powerful blessing… but one created to be forcefully bestowed on the ring bearer. But which deity’s blessing has this ring forced on me?

She longed to be able to move, even just to be able to turn her head to look down at her hand where the evil nobleman had dropped it. She’d only got a brief glimpse of the ring. There hadn’t been a gem or glittering stone set on the thing, but rather some shape made of metal glowing faintly with a god’s blessing. Obviously the sign of the god, but WHAT sign? WHICH god?!

“Now that you wear my gift there will no longer be a need for this,” Lord Luthanda said. At first she refused to believe what he was doing. Could he REALLY be taking off the collar keeping her immobilized?

Only after he had got up from the bed and tossed the enchanted collar onto a dresser did her mind let her accept what was happening. She blinked. She turned her head to look at where the collar had been placed. She shifted, then pulled her knees up and hugged them tight to her chest to hide her breasts from the evil nobleman’s eyes. A moment later her bushy tail wrapped tightly around her to further hide her body from his evil eyes.

Airisu’s eyes darted to the door. It was unguarded. Unlocked.

Her eyes darted to Lord Luthanda. He was standing a few paces back from the bed, not positioned anywhere close enough to stop her from attempting to make a mad dash for the door.

The Vulpenite’s body tensed. She felt herself preparing to spring up, everything in her demanding she try and escape. Nothing was stopping her now that the collar was off. The evil nobleman was even standing to the side as though… As though he was WAITING for her to try to make an escape attempt.

Ice ran through her veins. There’s some trick here, she realized, eyes darting from the door to the cruel, expectant look on the evil man’s face. If the terrors of the last day hadn’t so thoroughly traumatized her she might have been able to stop and think things through. Might had paused to wonder about the ring the man had put on her finger, to try and puzzle out the unwanted blessing it had put on her. But the slight glimmer of hope being presented to her was more than enough to make her forget all about the ring.

Airisu sprung forward onto all fours. She rushed to the end of the bed, intending on leaping off it, jumping to her feet, and rushing the door. She was positive she could get it open and be out in the hallway before Lord Luthanda could catch her. Once she was in the hallway she’d be able to easily outrun the Human. She was certain there would be guards eventually but she could deal with that later just like she could deal with being naked. All that mattered was escaping.

For a flash, as she launched herself off the bed, she could see her escape so clearly it was like it had already happened. She’d make it to the door, make it to the halls, then run faster than she’d ever run in her life. She’d evade the guards. She’d make it onto the estate grounds. Somehow she’d then make it through the nightmare gardens, then finally scale the walls and then she’d be free! Someone out in the city would find her and take her to safety where she’d be clothed and be able to not only leave this all behind but ensure both the evil nobleman AND the vile, corrupt Guildmaster faced justice for what they’d done to her.

But none of that ever happened. Airisu never even reached the door.

She’d intended on vaulting up onto her feet but found herself unable to do that. When she tried they gave out under her, causing her to collapse to the floor. When she tried again to stand she found the act impossible. All she seemed able to do was get up on her hands and knees and crawl about like a four-legged animal.

Heart pounding, terror and confusion filling her, Airisu turned towards her captor. She opened her mouth to demand to know what was happening to her. But when she tried to speak she found herself unable. No matter what she tried to say, no matter what the word or even sound of objection she tried to make, only one thing came from her mouth.

“Moo. Mooooooo. MOOOOOOO!”

Chuckling with cruel glee Lord Luthanda approached, outright laughing in joy when Airisu mooed in terror and flinched away from his approach. He quickly closed the distance between them, knelt, grabbed her wrist, and held the hand up. “The ring,” he said, understanding she’d forgotten all about it and wanting to draw her attention to it.

Airisu looked at the ring. On the ring was a metal horned female face with stylized bovine features. It was the sign of a deity the Vulpenite knew she’d seen before, but she was unable to remember what god it belonged to. Perhaps she’d NEVER known, only ever seen the sign in passing.

Seeing his captive didn’t recognize the symbol on the ring further amused Lord Luthanda. “Why would a thieving Adventurer recognize the sign of Oohr, the Bovine Goddess of Fertility in Women? Such a goddess is important to farmers who need her blessing to raise ample livestock, not some proud, selfish woman like you.”

He dropped her hand and stood, looming over Airisu. “Still, it matters not. Oohr’s blessings work even on those who have never said a prayer to her as long as they are females. The ring and its blessing will keep you docile, as though you are nothing more than a heifer in my stables. It will ensure your breasts grow and lactate, giving forth an abundance of milk once they’ve grown at least as large as they were when you came to me. And, once the divine magic has had a chance to soak both into your body, it will leave you unnaturally fertile.”

For a long time he stood, smirking in ecstatic joy as he watched Airisu’s face.

The horror of these revelations played out slowly on her pretty features. The idea she’d have to endure having her breasts magically enlarged and induced to lactate like they’d been forced to do the night before was a horror that came in waves. And the man had implied they might grow LARGER than they’d been the night before!

She’d have to endure having her body warped AND have her mind altered! She could think, but she couldn’t stand or speak. She could only crawl about like an animal. A few simple tests proved she had no real use of her hands either. Looking at them she saw her fingers, but if she tried to move them it felt to her like they didn’t exist. It felt like her hand was a solid thing, like she had HOOVES.

 That realization was enough to make her moan out in distraught horror, a feeling that only grew more intense when the moan left her mouth as a “moo” of despair. That left her moaning louder, which sounded out as an even longer and louder moo filled with misery and sorrow.

“It will take time for the divine magic to work its wonders on you,” Lord Luthanda told Airisu. “How long before your perky little Vulpenite titties are huge, sagging, milk-leaking cow’s udders? Who knows. Days? Weeks? Maybe they’ll be growing for months! All I know for certain is I want to give your body at LEAST a few days before I indulge in the carnal pleasures my newest, most cherished property has to provide.

“Remember, you’re important now. Perhaps the most important thing in my manor until you’ve given me at least one heir. Something that important, well, I can wait a few more days before I truly start indulging in the pleasures you will provide. And by then surely you’ll be blessed by Oohr enough to ensure you’ll be impregnated the next time I put my seed in you.”

He paused, smirking in delight at the mix of revulsion, horror, and helplessness on her face. “Who knows, maybe I’ll hold off on cumming in you even after I start having my fun. I’m eager for you to start growing me an heir, but I’m just as eager to make you suffer. Perhaps we’ll make a game of it, see how long I can take making you suffer in fear of the moment I put I child in your fertile belly.” The villainous nobleman then turned, laughing cruelly as he strode from the room.

After leaving Airisu heard him lock the door from outside. She didn’t know why he’d bothered, she doubted she’d have been able to get the door open with her hands feeling like useless as hooves. Even climbing back onto the bed was a struggle.

She collapsed once she was on the bed, not even bothering to try and get a blanket on her. The need to cry welled up in her, but she fought against it for as long as she could fearing what she’d sound like. When she lost the battle and broke into sobs they quickly grew more intense as she heard her “sobs” come out as forlorn, pathetic “moos”.

As she lay mooing in despair she felt her chest aching. Her breasts were becoming tender. Sore. Heating. The changes were coming. She could feel it. Soon her breasts, small and perky and firm, would be growing once more. And not just growing but lactating as well! She could FEEL it already beginning and there was nothing she could do to try and stop it all.

What happens to Airisu now that she has the Ring of Oohr on her? (Choose up to 7 options from this poll)