It was evening, the busiest time for the Adventurers’ Guildhall, and the time the hall felt most like a tavern. Those who wanted full meals beyond the simple fair the Guildhall offered had gone, eaten, and returned to drink. Parties leaving the next day on a quest were enjoying one last night of comfort while those just returned were looking to blow off steam and spend their well-earned loot on liquor and tasty treats from the kitchen.
The atmosphere in the Guildhall was more than what one could find in the tavern-like dining hall of an inn frequented by Adventurers. Only Adventurers were allowed into the Guildhall so it was a place where these heroic men and women could be their true selves, to unwind and open up in ways they often felt hesitant to do in most other spaces.
The Guildmaster loved these evenings. The boisterous atmosphere took him back to his youth when his life had been the same as those on the other side of the counter he sat at. The sound of chatter, the raucous laughter exploding at a comical tale of someone barely avoiding a gruesome death, it all brought such happy memories back to him.
Even the smells! Ale and pipe smoke mixed with the musk and exotic fragrances of Adventurers gathered from so many different lands from across Alaria. And soaking through every scent the odor of clove. It was the same in every Guildhall across Alaria, they all burnt clove incense. None could remember where the tradition had started and few cared to try and search out its true history. What mattered was the way that smell, often lingering on Adventurers’ gear, made every Guildhall feel like a familiar home to these strange, diverse people.
Looking out on the crowd the Guildmaster had to hide the way certain faces made the smile most expected to see on his face falter. He could never let on that he thought a certain kind of Adventurer had no right being a member of the Adventurers’ Guild, that he thought they didn’t even have the right to EXIST.
Women should NOT be Adventurers, the Guildmaster thought, struggling not to glare at the women who had grown too powerful for him to do anything about.
Although the struggle to keep his feelings hidden was difficult at times, he did a good job of keeping his opinions secret. In fact, he’d done more than that. He’d managed to present a version of himself that had convinced the world the friendly old Guildmaster adored female Adventurers! It was well known he’d hand out quests to ambitious women most other Guildmasters wouldn’t think of offering. He’d even let women into the Guild who, at any other Guildhall, would have been turned away for being too unskilled.
“He wants to give everyone, especially women, a chance to prove themselves,” he’d often overhear people say.
Few seemed to notice he was often too generous when it came to handing out quests to eager women in need of improving their skills. Adventurers left on quests they never returned from all the time, it was a risk of the trade. Most dealt with this danger by not acknowledging it. That was good. It meant few Adventurers noticed how most of the eager, inexperienced women he kindly offered quests to never returned from them.
And some are more deserving of ‘disappearing’ than others, he thought darkly as he looked out at the hall. His eyes fell on a cute, sexy Vulpenite woman. The very sight of her caused him to struggle to hide the disgusted snarl pulling at his lips.
Airisu Oreti, level five Vulpenite Rogue. When did I last hate a female Adventurer this much? The thought lingered in his mind as he stared at the Vulpenite as she laughed happily, doing everything she could to remain the center of attention at the table she was sitting at.
Her dainty, feminine facial features left her looking youthfully innocent and cute to most other races’ eyes, something that was helped along by her big bushy fox tail and the adorable furry fox ears sticking out of her long, thick orange-red hair. As a member of the Vulpenite race she had a lithe, athletic body yet had full feminine curves that weren’t overly sized as the women of some races were.
Since arriving with her party the Guildmaster had seen Airisu was adept at using her alluring mix of cute and sexy to wrap both men and women around her dexterous fingers. She came off as being a charming, playful flirt, but the Guildmaster could see through the act.
She’s a manipulative, greedy, nasty little cunt, he thought grumpily as he watched the members of her party and a handful of others happily entranced by her charms. Saw through her the moment she arrived. But I’ve had to swallow my hatred for a woman like her and try my best to put her out of my mind. At level five and as part of such a large party she’s beyond my reach.
The false smile he’d been wearing to hide his disdain grew more sincere. At least that’s what I THOUGHT. Their party has stayed in the area for so long now that I haven’t been able to keep myself from watching her. I’ve noticed something none of them seem able to. Cute, charming little Airisu is a lazy, entitled little slut who uses her cute sex appeal to get others to do almost everything for her.
Perhaps she IS a skilled Rogue, but after listening to her party sharing tales of their exploits I can see her skills are starting to grow rusty. How could they not with the lazy bitch using her charms to get others to do almost everything for her? And the more that happens the more she’s had to charm others into doing her work, ensuring her skills grow more out of practice.
Since noticing this the Guildmaster hadn’t been able to keep from thinking of ways to ride the Adventurers’ Guild of yet another female member that shouldn’t be a member.
The main problem was her party. Aside from not wanting to have anything bad happen to the male members there was the fact that as long as she had THEM for support nothing truly bad could ever happen to her. That means I have to get her alone. Perhaps I could convince her to take on a solo quest where her weaknesses could be exploited?
Once he’d started watching her more closely he suspected it wouldn’t be that hard. It was clear to the Guildmaster that at one point the Vulpenite Rogue had been aware of how lacking her combat skills were. He imagined it was a big part of why she’d started charming others to protect and do things for her. But she’d become so used to using others to get what she wanted she no longer recognized that weak spot in her skills. The Vulpenite was so full of herself that she’d convinced herself she could accomplish anything, with or without the help of those she’d charmed.
“Guildmaster?” someone said, startling the Guildmaster.
Where did this messenger come from? It isn’t like me to let people sneak up on me like this. I was paying too much attention to the damned fox slut, he thought angrily. I have to be more careful. I can’t let on that I’m paying so much attention to her.
He turned his focus to the messenger. “Yes, I’m the Guildmaster. You have a message for me?”
“Yes, ser,” the young messenger said as she handed over a sealed letter.
“Thanks, lad,” the Guildmaster told the boy, handing over a small handful of coins after taking the envelope.
He barely noticed the boy bowing and proclaiming his thanks for such a large tip. The stamp in the wax seal on the back of the envelope had consumed all the Guildmaster’s attention once he’d seen it. It’s the family seal of Lord Luthanda. I can’t read this message out here, I need to go to my office where I’m certain no one might be spying on him.
The Adventurers Guildhall was filled with so many enchantments even the most skilled magic user would have trouble detecting all of them. Many of them were common in Guildhalls across Alaria, but some were things the Guildmaster had put in himself. His greatest achievement was setting up various hidden ways for him to magically spy on nearly every room of the Guildhall from the safety and comfort of his office.
Knowing what might happen if the wrong people found out about this he’d taken extra precautions to ensure his office was someplace people couldn’t spy on him the way he spied on others. He also often had meetings with special guests in his office he didn’t want to be overheard, and even a letter like the one he’d just received needed a place to be read without any chance of it being seen.
The Vulpenite slut can wait, he thought as he closed the door to his office and activated all the charms and enchantments that would ensure his privacy. That family seal means this message is from Svensson Luthanda, and I know from my dealings with that nobleman that whatever request he’s making of me deserves to take precedence over everything else.
Once alone and comfortable at his desk the Guildmaster broke the seal and pulled the letter out of the envelope. The handwriting was exquisite, as was to be expected in a message from a nobleman of such bearing.
And cunning, the Guildmaster thought as he happily recalled his previous dealings with Lord Luthanda. He uses his wealth, influence, and intelligence to always increase his station in life. He’s also a man who shares many of my views on how the world SHOULD be but knows well enough to keep the most controversial of those opinions hidden from all but a select few.
Over the years the two of them had developed a secret working relationship, with the nobleman offering riches and helping the Guildmaster make connections in exchange for the Guildmaster posting quests that would hinder the nobleman’s enemies or ensure quests that might target his or his ally’s interests never got taken up by competent Adventurers.
The Guildmaster read the letter quickly, eager to find out what morally dubious task the man was requesting in exchange for wealth or favors to be called in later. As the Guildmaster read a wide, eager smile spread across his face.
It’s perfect, he thought gleefully. Lord Luthanda, a man who had confessed he’d never take a wife as he felt no woman his equal, had decided it was time for him to sire some heirs. He still had no intention of marrying a woman, but he’d decided it was time to acquire one to secret away in his huge manor to “breed” at his leisure.
But not just any woman, the Guildmaster thought. He’s a Human and well aware of how short-lived that makes him when compared to most of Alaria’s races. Always looking to increase his power he’s decided he needs a woman from a longer-lived race to “breed” his heirs with.
The nobleman wanted the Guildmaster to choose a non-human Adventurer that would be good breeding stock. “One young enough to have many, MANY years of breeding in her to ensure she eventually bears me a male heir. And she must be comely so breeding her will not be a hardship,” he’d added. “Something exotic, but not TOO exotic. But most importantly one from a longer-lived race so my half-blood heirs will live far longer than the heirs of my fellow noble families to ensure MY family has a leg up on them.”
“And not too physically strong,” the letter had gone on to say. “I’ve plenty of ways of keeping my future broodmare captive and obedient, but a former Adventurer who is too physically strong or who knows too much magic would be a danger I’d like to avoid.”
The gods truly have blessed me, the Guildmaster thought. Airisu was the perfect candidate! As a Vulpenite her life was significantly longer than a Human’s, and the woman was “comely” and exotic in just the way he knew would please the nobleman. She was agile but not overly strong, and her combat skills might once have been well-honed but were now laughable thanks to them going unused for so long.
She’s perfect, the Guildmaster thought. I just need to come up with an enticing solo quest the slutty little fox won’t be able to pass up. Something that will send her to Lord Luthanda’s estate. The place is practically a deathtrap for any who might try and break in and rob him, and with a little warning he can alter his protections to make sure she’s captured and not harmed.
It was a good plan, or at least the beginning of one. But he needed time to finesse it. He’d planned on sending her off on false pretenses to face a fight she had no hope of winning, but sending the Rogue to her doom on a quest that required the use of her favored skill set was more appealing to him.
But even her favored skills are rusty and Lord Luthadana’s estate is a thief’s worst nightmare. Still… I haven’t been so successful at ‘disappearing’ so many female Adventurers by being careless. There is always the chance her skills are not as lacking as I think they are.
He looked at the letter he was holding and thought about how fortuitous its arrival was. I should take a day or two to think about things before I start crafting an enticing quest, he told himself. Perhaps something else as fortuitous will happen. For now I’ll keep watching the slutty fox. Perhaps something will happen to HER that provides just what I need to ensure her doom.
* * *
Airisu basked in the attention of everyone at her table. They were all focused on her, every man and even most of the women. They all want me, she thought happily as she luxuriated in the feel of their eyes on her lithe body. She preened, holding her tail in her lap as she stroked it. All of them want me and none get to have me, not unless they’re REALLY tasty, and few are worthy of my carnal hungers.
She chose that moment to stretch, letting go of her tail before raising her arms above her head as she arched her back to press her chest out. Her breasts weren’t large, but they were big enough to draw attention. She always made sure she wore something that exposed just enough cleavage to walk the line between cute and sexy she’d perfected, the one that allowed her to wrap them all around her skilled fingers.
I can have anything and everything I want, she thought as she soaked up all the attention coming her way. All while putting in almost no work beyond flirting to get it.
Her furry fox ears twitched as something being said at a nearby table caught her interest. She turned her ears to better listen to the discussion, but aside from that showed no other sign she was spying on the men’s conversation. It was something she did often and with ease, with few rarely noticing she was doing it. Few seemed to know Vulpenites had heightened senses, at least when compared to Humans.
And everyone knows how pathetic and easily manipulated Humans are, she thought derisively. Especially their disgusting men. I’ve learned to fake enjoying their company, but except for when they are giving me something I still detest nearly all of them.
She pushed the thoughts aside and focused on the conversation that had piqued her interest. “A whole haul of Rogue’s gear,” the man was saying. “Could barely fit the load in our packs and get it all back to the Adventurer’s Guildhall after that last quest! You should see the pile, some of the highest quality gear I’ve ever seen. And all of it enchanted to boot!”
Another man at the table chimed in. “And you say you’re just going to sell it all?”
“Yup,” the first man said. “Our party doesn’t even HAVE a Rogue! We plan on unloading the whole lot of it tomorrow.”
I bet a set of gear that fancy is enchanted to work better together, Airisu thought. If they sell it to one of the lousy shopkeepers in this crummy city who knows if they’ll be smart enough to keep the set together?
Airisu had to fight the urge to keep her ears and tail from twitching and lashing in annoyance. If they’d been part of MY party all that gear would have gone to me. But they’re just wasting it! That’s not fair… The Rogue’s gear should be MINE.
She thought about going to the man’s table and flirting with him to get a good price for the gear, but she abandoned the thought almost at once. Once the idea that the Rogue’s gear should be hers was in her head Airisu decided she shouldn’t have to pay for it.
They don’t even have a Rogue, she thought as a sly smile pulled at her pretty lips. That means they don’t know how to protect their gear from Rogues like me. It’s not really even ‘stealing’, not from a party like that. That gear belongs to a Rogue, and why shouldn’t that Rogue be me?
Those fools will be busy partying and drinking down here all night. I just need to figure out what room that man is sleeping in, sneak away, break into it, and steal the gear. It should be easy, look at the brutish fool. He’s some kind of Fighter by the looks of him, a simple man whose room won’t be protected by anything but the lock on the door. And a lock’s nothing for me!
Now if he’d been some kind of Wizard I’d have to think twice about trying to break into his room. But he’s not, it doesn’t even look like his party has a Wizard either! Gods, what a lame party. It’s a wonder they finished a quest and found MY new Rogue’s gear!
* * *
Listening to their conversation had been easy. Figuring out what room the man was staying in was harder. Airisu had thought about going to try and flirt the information out of the friendly old Guildmaster, but she’d thought better of that.
She was confident her charms would work on the older Human man, how could they not? EVERYONE adored her and wanted her. But if he knew she’d been asking about the Adventurer’s room the Guildmaster might be able to figure out why once it was discovered the gear had been stolen.
Eventually she’d figured out which room was his simply by continuing to listen in on the man’s conversations. He bragged so carelessly about the collection of enchanted Rogue’s gear it felt almost like he WANTED someone to rob it from him.
I’ll happily oblige, Airisu thought as she made sure no one was in the hall by the man’s door. But I know once he discovers the theft the fool will make a stink. ‘There’s a thief in the Guildhall,’ is what he’ll whine about. But I’ll be in and out so fast no one will be able to trace the crime back to me, she thought as she quickly picked the lock to the room. A crime that’s BARELY a crime! The gear was wasted on them, they don’t even have a Rogue!
The lock clicked into place, allowing Airisu to push the door open. She intended on sliding into the room quickly before anyone had a chance of seeing her, but as soon as the door was open a loud mewling caught her by surprise. A kitten pushed its way out of the room and past her legs, dashing down the hallway out of sight.
Strange, she thought as she watched the kitten disappear around a corner. The man who’s staying here surely doesn’t seem the kind to keep a kitten. Was it just a lost kitten that got trapped in the room perhaps? she wondered as she slipped into the room.
The room had been dark till she entered it. Once inside flames magically ignited on candles and inside lanterns all around her.
The poor kitten was locked in here in the dark, Airisu thought. I wonder why it didn’t trigger the spells that turn the lights on? Maybe because it was so little… She shrugged, not able to exert more mental effort into caring about anything other than herself for long enough to follow through with the implications of the observation. She was what was important, not some lost stray cat.
A quick glance around the room revealed what she was after. The pile of Rogue’s gear sitting on a back table was everything the man had been bragging about and more! Airisu rushed to it, marveling at the high quality. The pile contained master-crafted thieving and trap-disarming tools, some of the finest quality clothing she’d ever seen, and knives of such high quality they took her breath away.
And all of it enchanted, Airisu thought as she ran her hands across the gear. Powerful enchantments that I could feel from across the room.
She thought again about how the man hoarding the gear had been wasting it. It’s not a crime to steal gear this well-crafted and powerfully enchanted. The crime is a party who doesn’t even have a Rogue having found it in the first place! I’m not committing a crime stealing it, I’m righting a wrong by making sure it ends up in the right hands. MY hands!
Airisu was so consumed with triumphant joy and greed at that moment that she failed to notice the sound of the door behind her quietly opening. By the time her ears perked up at the sound of someone approaching her it was too late.
A man growled, “Thief,” as he sent a stunning spell at Airisu.
She’d had just enough time to turn and see it was the room’s owner before the spell hit her hard in the chest. She collapsed with a pathetic whimper, her body seizing up as her muscles became unresponsive.
“You,” the man hissed as he closed the door behind him. “I know you,” he said after locking the door then standing to loom above the stunned Rogue. “You’re that cute, sexy Vulpenite everyone is always going on about. Why were you breaking into my room?”
He glared down at her, looking from her to the Rogue’s gear she’d been standing by. “Ah,” he said with a knowing nod. “I remember now, you’re a Rogue, aren’t you? You were in here stealing the gear before I could sell it.”
The man knelt beside Airisu, cocking his head slightly. “I don’t normally give women from animal races like you much notice. But I suppose I see why everyone is so infatuated with you.” He ran a hand through her long red hair, stopping to pet one of her ears. “Like a cute but highly fuckable animal.”
Hands off me, you disgusting gross Human bastard, Airisu thought, wishing she could move enough to pull away from the man’s touch. She knew the man wasn’t wholly unattractive, but he wasn’t her type and being touched by him repulsed her. He was too rugged and masculine looking. She preferred pretty things, be they man or woman, and there were few male Humans who were anywhere near pretty enough for her tastes.
And he’s still covered in ‘adventure grime’, she thought unhappily as she was forced to stare up into the man’s eyes. Scratchy, scruffy face stubble and so much filthy dirt. And the stink! Gods I wish members of other races realized how sensitive Vulpenite noses were compared to theirs. Maybe they’d be quicker to bathe after returning from an adventure if they did…
“Cute and highly fuckable but VERY naughty,” the man said, his tone of voice turning to an angry growl as he went from petting Airisu’s hair to angrily grabbing one of her furry ears. “What am I going to do about you trying to steal from me, eh?”
Anyone else might be in deep trouble getting caught like this, Airisu thought as the man painfully held her ear and made her look into his angry eyes. But the stunning spell won’t last much longer, and once I can move I’ll be able to flirt my way out of this. He disgusts me but I should be able to get away without even having to fuck him. Maybe some heavy petting, as he seems to be into the offensive ‘animal girl’ thing, but he should be as easy to manipulate as every other man. I can see the lust in his eyes, once a man has that look they’ll do ANYTHING and fall for any trick if they think it means they’ll end up getting to have me.
The man grabbed Airisu’s head with both hands. “I bet looking the way I do you thought I was a Fighter, yes?”
Yes, Airisu thought, wishing the stunning spell would wear off sooner. But if you’re asking that it means you’re not. That explains why he was able to cast such a powerful stunning spell so easily!
“Well, I’m not,” the man continued. “I’m a Wizard, a powerful one. And a smart one,” he added with a sly, evil smile. “This room was protected by far more than a lock. Perhaps you noticed a kitten that seemed lost leaving the room when you broke in?”
The color drained from Airisu’s face. How could I be so stupid? It wasn’t a REAL kitten. It was part of a magical alarm, dashing off to let him know his room was being broken into.
“I see you’ve figured it out,” he said with a chuckle before his expression became serious. “And I suppose if I can see such emotive facial expressions on your cute, pretty face that means my stunning spell is wearing off. So I think it’s time for another spell, one that will help me ensure you receive the kind of punishment a common, sloppy thief like you deserves.”
His hands began to glow as he muttered a spell in an arcane language Airisu didn’t understand. Stupefying warmth started to radiate into Airisu’s head while the spell’s power grew. As the stunning spell wore off and she began to feel herself able to move again she found herself too dazed by this new spell to bother. The mysterious spell he was casting was muddling her mind, leaving her too confused and groggy to act.
“There,” the man said as he finished his incantation and his hands stopped glowing. “That should ensure you remain confused, dumb, and obedient while you receive your punishment.” He stood up and took a step back. “Up,” he barked.
Airisu groaned. Her body felt weak and shaky while her mind was muggy. Thinking clearly was impossible, leaving the world around her a confusing blur. Where was she? How had she gotten there? Who was this man? None of it made sense except for the command he’d given her. THAT made sense, so she followed it.
Once on her feet the cute Rogue grabbed her bushy red tail and began stroking it anxiously. She wanted to ask the man who he was and what she was doing in his room but forming words seemed too hard.
“Take your clothes off,” he told her.
Airisu started to do what she was told then stopped. No, she thought, I don’t want to get naked for this man. He’s gross. And mean, isn’t he? Didn’t he hurt me somehow?
“Don’t wanna,” she mumbled almost incoherently as she returned to holding and anxiously stroking her bushy tail.
“Oh, I know, but you’re going to,” the man said menacingly. “You’ve been a naughty little fox-bitch and you need to be punished. The spell I cast on you will ensure you remain confused and follow my orders, you just won’t like it. But that’s the point, you thieving slut! I don’t WANT you to like what’s about to happen to you. Now, STRIP!”
The firmness of the command shocked Airisu into action. Her body jerked as she dropped her tail and began undressing. She was confused and distraught, only half aware it was a spell making her follow the man’s orders. The Vulpenite Rogue whimpered as she undressed, hating the feel of the man’s eyes on her perfect body as she was made to reveal it to him.
“I see you flirting and teasing all the time,” the Wizard told her as he watched her undress. “But now that I think about it I don’t recall ever seeing or hearing about you actually bedding anyone. I think I get it. Women like you are why my party doesn’t have any female members. You’re just a tease. A saucy lean-witted wench who’s greedy, selfish, and deserving of everything that is about to happen to her. A thief who is going to finally be punished for her greed.”
Airisu whimpered again as she dropped the last of her clothing to the floor. “Please,” she whined pathetically, hands still moving of their own volition as she took her jewelry off to follow the command he’d given her to strip. “Take me to the Guildmaster… Let HIM punish me. Just don’t do this.”
The Wizard grinned evilly at her. “No,” he told her. “The Guildmaster doesn’t need to find out about this. He’s too soft with women, especially younger, hotter ones like YOU. Gives you too many chances and is too welcoming to you saucy sluts. No, if I reported your crime he’d just let you off easy or you’d flirt and tease your way out of trouble. No, you fucking tease, I’m punishing you here and now.”
He paused, his evil grin growing wider. “But don’t worry, you won’t remember any of it. After I’m done punishing you I’ll use a memory charm to make you forget it all. But that won’t make what I’m about to do to you any less bad while it’s happening. Now, come here and get on your knees,” he said as he fumbled with his belt.
Airisu balked when he pulled his manhood out, alarmed to see it was already hard. She also leaned back, the rank odor of his unwashed member so strong to her heightened senses that she could smell it from where she was.
“Don’t want to,” she muttered, but even as the words came out she could feel the spell he’d cast on her working in her mind. Waves of stupefying heat washed over her mind, leaving her shaky as her desire to refuse the man’s command melted away. She fought for as long as she could, feeling like the longer she fought the stupider the spell left her.
By the time she jerked forward and dropped to her knees in front of him she was drooling stupidly on herself and no longer able to keep a clear thought in her mind. She was acting on pure animal instinct now, the spell having melted her mind to the point that all she could do was follow his commands till her mental capacity recovered.
With her face so close to the man’s rank, unwashed cock she once more reeled back in disgust. The revolting smell shocked her partially out of her stupor, allowing her to focus on it and groan out a pathetic, “Don’t like your thing. Hate the smell,” she added, her ears twitching and her tail lashing in agitation.
“Yes you do,” the man told her. “You LOVE cock. You love MY cock. You love the smell and want to bury your face in my balls in huff their rank odor.”
Once more waves of stupefying heat radiated into Airisu’s mind, melting away her intelligence and will to resist till she gave in to the commands. She reached out, grabbing the man’s throbbing cock and lifting it up as though she loved it. The cute, dazed Vulpenite then shoved her pretty face into his cock’s underside, rubbing her nose from side to side in the place his balls and shaft met as she lovingly inhaled the man’s potent unwashed musk.
“The smell turns you on and is making you wet,” he told her as he grabbed her furry ears and pulled her head tighter into the underside of his cock.
Airisu groaned into him, shivering as his command washed over her. She became aroused, feeling her womanhood gush. As the arousal caused by the rank smell of his manhood built in her she was unable to keep a hand from wandering to where her legs met. She ran the fingers of one hand through her thick, soft, furry bush then began to rub at her womanhood.
“Now remember how much you HATE my cock and how it smells,” the Wizard said with a cruel laugh.
Airisu groaned in disgust as the command to love his cock and its smell went away. The rank reek of his unwashed member was so intense she could taste it on her tongue. She wanted to retch in disgust and tried to pull away but the man’s grip on her ears was too tight. He held her head against the underside of his hard member, rolling his hips from side to side to rub it into her face.
When he pulled her head away she gasped for fresh air, sticking her tongue out to try and let the lingering taste of his foul-smelling unwashed cock waft free.
It played right into his cruelty, allowing him to drop his hard cock onto her tongue as she shoved it out of her mouth. He still had a tight grip on her ears. As soon as his cock was in her mouth he jerked her ears towards him, shoving his hard member deep into her mouth and making her gag on it. “No teeth,” he growled as he kept tight hold of her ears while fucking her face.
Airisu slapped at his legs and tried to weakly push him away as she gagged and choked on his cock. It was a vain attempt. The man was far stronger than her and her ears were so sensitive that even if she’d been strong enough to pull free his grip on them would have been enough to keep her in place.
“What a beautiful sound,” the man moaned in pleasure as he took in the “gak gak gak” sound Airisu was making while he fucked her face. “This is what a teasing cunt like you deserves. Punishment not just for stealing from me but for being such a god-damned cock tease to nearly everyone in the guild. And I bet when you put out a bitch like you insists she be in charge. Ha! THIS is how women should be treated when they’re fucked, not however you like it.”
Without warning he jerked her head back, letting his cock fall out of her mouth. He kept hold of one of Airisu’s ears while using the other to grab his cock by the base. It was covered in a dripping layer of thick, slimy, half vomited-up saliva. He started slapping the pretty Vulpenite on the face with his cock, delighting in her grunts and groans of displeasure.
The sounds pushed him to humiliate her further. He stepped closer, pressing the underside of his shaft against her face. Then, chuckling cruelly, he started rubbing it from side to side, smearing the mess she’d gagged and coughed up on it all over her pretty features.
“Remember, you brought this on yourself,” he growled at her. “You deserve this for trying to steal from me!”
He stepped back, letting go of her ear and allowing his cock to fall off her face. She had just enough time to gasp for air before he backhanded her face hard enough to send her reeling back and falling to the floor. “You deserve this and more,” he told her as she lay sobbing on the floor. “How do you feel about it?”
The command allowed her mind to clear enough to give him an honest answer. She rolled over, her face a mess and her cheek red where he’d struck her. “I just want it to be over,” she whimpered. “I’ve learned my lesson… Let it end. Erase my memories. I won’t fight it… I just want it to be over,” she repeated with a sob of despair.
“Oh, but it’s FAR from over. It doesn’t end till I cum in you,” he told her, grabbing the dainty Vulpenite and easily tossing her onto the bed. “While I undress you are going to lay there and touch yourself while you imagine what I’m about to do to you. You’ll get turned on imagining how I’m going to fuck-punish you for trying to steal from me.”
Airisu whimpered and whined as she fought the compulsion to follow his commands. It was a battle that she quickly lost. She rolled over, spread her legs, and grabbed her pussy. As she started rubbing at herself her other hand went to one of her perky breasts. She whimpered and moaned louder, disturbed by how intensely her fear-filled fantasies of how he was going to fuck-punish her were turning her on.
Her only hope was that the terrible way he’d used her mouth would mean he wouldn’t be fucking her for long. Her hope was misplaced. The cruel, evil man had incredible sexual stamina for a Human. He fucked-punished her for longer than she thought possible.
The man made her lay on her back then grabbed her legs and spread them open as he mounted her, commanding her to rub her clit as he fucked her. His eyes locked onto her firm breasts as they bounced. The sight led to him pounding her faster and harder as he tried to make them bounce more violently.
“These tits of yours aren’t too big, but more than large enough to have some fun with while I empty my balls into you,” he grunted as he let go of her legs so he could grab her tits. He squeezed them tight enough to make her wince in pain. “You use them to get what you want, don’t you?”
Airisu, grunting in discomfort as he mauled her tits and pounded her cunt, nodded. “Yes,” she admitted, unable to deny the truth thanks to the spell he’d cast on her.
“Well then, I think they need some special punishment.” He let go of her tits then swung an arm up. After holding it there to let fear build up he swung it down, slapping one of the Vulpenite’s tits hard enough to make her yelp in pain. “I’m going to slap the shit out of your pretty titties till you’re sobbing and begging me to stop. And then I’m going to keep going till I cum in you.”
Airisu was shocked past the fog muddling her mind. “Not that,” she gasped as the color drained from her face and fear twisted her expression. “When you told me to undress I took my pregnancy ward off! I haven’t been tracking my moons, I don’t know if I’m fertile right now. I don’t want to take the chance of being impregnated by a Human!”
He slapped her tits again, one after the other, laughing in cruel delight. “In truth, I’d planned on pulling out and cumming on your tits. Figured they’d be red and raw by then. But now I really am going to cum in you, you dumb slut. It’s what you deserve! Now be quiet, take it, and get off on it all.”
The Vulpenite groaned in despair once more, knowing the spell he’d cast on her would ensure she followed the command.
* * *
Airisu lay on the bed sobbing lightly as the man dressed. Her breasts were red and raw from being slapped and abused for so long. Her pussy ached and the feel of the man’s seed trickling out of her filled her with disgust.
At least she’d made sure to roll over and adjust her tail so none of the nasty semen soiled her fur. She didn’t think she was fertile at the moment, but the fear was still there. Rutting with Humans was something she could occasionally stomach to get what she wanted, but bearing one of their children? The idea had always disgusted her.
She could feel the spell he’d cast on her was wearing off, but she was too traumatized by what had just happened to try and attack the man. Besides, if she did that and escaped he wouldn’t use the spell to erase her memories. As much as she wanted to report what he’d done to the town guards and see him punished she wanted the memory gone more.
“Feeling punished for your crimes?” he asked, voice full of gloating glee.
“Yes,” Airisu said between quiet sobs. “Wipe the memories now so you don’t have to suffer any consequences for what you did to me,” she quickly added, wanting to remind him just why erasing her memories was important.
“Oh, I will. And I’ll cast a small healing spell so you won’t be able to feel what I’ve done to you. There will be no trace of your punishment. You’ll leave this room with the Rogue’s gear, waking to your senses thinking your little thieving run was successful.”
Airisu sat up, her tail wrapped around her lap to cover her womanhood while she hugged her chest to hide her breasts from him. “You’re letting me take the gear?” she asked, surprised and confused.
The man laughed in a way that left Airisu feeling very uneasy. “Of course. I hoped someone like you would try to steal it, that’s why I was bragging so loudly about it. If it had been a man I’d have just let them take it. But if it was a woman? Well, she’d need punishing. And a cute, sexy tease like you was a delight to fuck-punish.”
“But why?” she asked in disbelief. She looked at the gear, able to feel the magical power radiating from it from across the small room. “You could probably make a small fortune off the gear if you sell it to the right buyer!”
“Because if I took it to just about any merchant in this city they’d want to identify the enchantments on the gear. Anyone running a shop will be able to cast that kind of spell at a high enough level to reveal the gear is all cursed. This whole setup was just a way to get it into the hands of a Rogue. See, me and my party HATE Rogues, it’s why we don’t have one in our party.”
Airisu balked. “That’s terrible! H-how is it cursed?” she asked as she looked at the gear as if it was a disgusting swarm of insects threatening to crawl on her.
“No point in telling you now,” he said with a cruel sneer. “In a moment you won’t even remember it’s cursed.” He then held his hands up and started casting the spell that would alter her memories of the evening’s events.
* * *
In the Guildmaster’s private office there was a collection of mirrors and crystal balls. He used them to connect to secretly enchanted items in each room that allowed him to spy on the events that happened in them, often recording the most salacious moments for repeated viewing later while he pleasured himself.
While he’d been watching Airisu earlier that night he’d noticed her ears perking up and turning towards the Wizard loudly bragging about the Rogue’s gear he and his party had found. The Guildmaster knew that man well. Him and his entire party despised Rogues. The Guildmaster suspected it was some kind of setup and was delighted to see Airisu was falling for it.
Once she’d slipped off he’d retired to his office for the night to watch what happened. Through the seeing items hidden in the hallway he watched her break into the man’s room, recognizing the false kitten for what it was. Shifting the view on his seeing mirror to the enchanted item in the man’s room he watched Airisu preparing to steal the gear then saw the man arrive and stun her.
Once she’d started stripping he’d taken his pants off and got comfortable, knowing whatever happened next would be worth watching while he pleasured himself. He’d wanted to wait and finish at the same time the man did but had failed. The revelation of the Vulpenite’s fear of being impregnated by a Human was just too much for him to handle and had pushed him over the edge.
“The gods really have blessed me,” he’d muttered as he cleaned up the mess he’d made when he’d cum. “It’s like the dumb bitch was meant to meet the fate I’m working to ensure she meets.”
Then the Wizard had revealed that gear was cursed. The Guildmaster had expected what had happened up to that point. It wasn’t the first time he’d pleasured himself to the sight of the Wizard “punishing” a female Rogue for trying to steal from him. But the addition of the gear being cursed? That was new.
“What an interesting turn of events,” the Guildmaster muttered happily. “A set of cursed gear will make it so all I need to do is send her off to Lord Luthanda’s estate. His security will do the rest, with her cursed gear ensuring that even if her skills aren’t as rusty as I think she’ll have no hope of success!”
All he had to do was craft a false quest that would be enticing enough to get the greedy Rogue to work on her own. Something that required only one Adventurer, those kinds of quests weren’t rare enough to seem suspicious. He’d have to come up with something that seemed easy but had a large payout, the perfect enticement for the greedy, lazy Rogue.
“Won’t be hard to come up with,” he told himself. “I’ve done this hundreds of times before,” he said with an evil chuckle as he thought about the nearly countless female Adventurers he’d “helped” retire permanently from the profession.
* * *
Such a simple and well-paying quest, Airisu thought while she made her way through the dark streets, leaving the Adventurers’ Guildhall behind. And just my luck that the Guildmaster was about to post it publicly. I knew waiting to flirt with the old Human would pay off. He must have been longing for my attention so hard that I was able to get him wrapped around my fingers without barely trying. He’s just like every other pathetic man, simply something there for me to use!
Airisu flashed a predatory grin as she thought about how big the payout for this little quest she’d managed to snatch up would be. And it wasn’t just how large of a payout that was being offered, it was how simple the job would be for her! All she had to do was sneak into some stuffy nobleman’s estate and steal back an heirloom HE’D paid to have stolen from a rival’s home.
It’s probably going to take me longer to get to this estate and back than it will to find and steal the heirloom. And even that is turning out to be easy thanks to this new Rogue’s gear. These boots make me so swift… I’m moving as quickly as if I were going at a full-out run but expanding no more energy than if I were on a leisurely stroll! That’s going to make sneaking in and out of places so much quicker and easier.
And this new hooded cloak, what a wonder! The moment I had it wrapped around me I felt like I’d practically disappeared. I know it’s not a cloak of invisibility, but it warps light around me, making me look like I’m hiding in shadows even as I walk down the middle of the street. I truly righted a wrong by liberating this gear from the foolish Human man who was just going to sell it.
Thinking about the man she’d stolen the enchanted Rogue’s gear from left Airisu feeling oddly unsettled. It confused her, making her bushy tail lash in agitation under her cloak. Why did the thought of him unsettle her so? She hadn’t even interacted with the man, yet her body was reacting to the thought of him as though the man had harmed her in some way.
Doesn’t matter, she told herself as she pushed the thought out of her mind. The gear’s mine now and he’s none the wiser. I’ll never face any consequences for what I did, which is fair for I was just righting the wrong of the gear not being given to me!
Airisu noticed then that her chest felt strange. The night was dark, cold, and filled with a damp mist that should have left her shivering even under the magical warmth of the new cloak she had on. Yet the skin on her chest, especially her breasts, felt far warmer than it should.
She reached into her cloak and rubbed the part of her upper chest that her low-cut, laced-up top left exposed. She winced as her fingers touched her skin. It was oddly sensitive… And now that she was paying more attention to her body her top felt tighter than it normally did around her breasts.
My body must just be struggling with attuning to all these new magical items, she told herself as she loosened the lacing holding her top closed. I’ve felt that before. Never this intensely, but I’ve also never taken on so many new pieces of enchanted gear at once. And this stuff is all way more powerful than I’m used to using, so perhaps it shouldn’t be unexpected.
She dismissed the odd sense of foreboding she was feeling and pressed on. Before long she reached the Luthanda estate. The sight of the huge mansion and the sprawling grounds surrounding it gave her pause, as did the large walls that surrounded the grounds. Those walls kept the gardens and small wooded areas contained within the grounds separated and mostly hidden from the urban landscape she’d been making her way through.
Airisu had heard the noble family’s name before but knew nothing about them other than they were influential in the area. Those things had never mattered to her, especially as her party rarely picked up quests from the guild that came from noblemen. They tended to stick to quests that took them out into the wilds, somewhere few nobles rarely needed work done.
The sight of the sprawling estate gave Airisu pause and left her worrying she’d taken on a quest that was beyond her. She KNEW she was a skilled Rogue, she even thought she should have been ranked higher by the Adventurers’ Guild, yet even she would admit she had little experience in an urban setting. And during this momentary bit of self-doubt she was painfully aware of how much she’d come to rely on charming others to do things for her.
For a few moments Airisu was honest with herself about how she used other people, honest enough to worry that selfish reliance on others might have both dulled her skills AND allowed her to convince herself her skills were far greater than they were. Was I being too greedy and reckless taking this quest on alone? The payout is huge and I didn’t want to share it with anyone… I even sneaked out tonight without telling my party where I was going.
Then her inflated sense of self-importance kicked in and she banished the doubts from her mind. She was Airisu Oreti! She didn’t NEED others, she graciously allowed them to join her in exchange for some of her attention. She’d just decided that THIS quest and THIS payout were ones that she deserved all to herself. She didn’t need anyone else and she was about to prove it. Once she did she could go right back to using all those lust and love-sick fools to live an easy life.
She turned her full attention to the wall before her. Her journey to the estate had been planned so she’d arrive at the back of the grounds, far from the only gate into the estate which was positioned facing the front of the mansion. The quest had come with some basic information about the estate, explaining that the estate had plenty of guards, but the grounds surrounding the mansion were only lightly and rarely patrolled because of how imposing the walls surrounding the estate were.
Looking up at them Airisu understood. The stone wall was tall and impressively smooth. She saw no easy way to scale the wall and after a quick feel of its surface felt it was also lightly enchanted to further make it smoother and thus harder to scale.
This might have been a task beyond even me if not for my new gear, Airisu realized. The Vulpenite Rogue put her hands on the wall high above her, pressing her palms flat against the smooth stone surface. She then concentrated on her connection to the magic in her new gear, activating one of its magical abilities.
Her hands felt as though they had become glued to the stone, anchoring her hands to the wall firmly enough that she was able to pull herself up and place her feet on the wall. When she felt her feet magically connect to the wall she willed one of her gloves to loosen which allowed her to reach further up.
The enchantments on the gloves and boots allowed her to scale the wall like a spider. It was slow going at first as Airisu adjusted to the way she needed to keep three of her limbs attached at once, but the protective charm of her new cloak left her feeling comfortable she could take all the time she needed. If anyone walked by there was almost no chance they’d notice her scaling the wall, the cloak would hide her in shadow even out in the open.
When she was about half up the outer wall she noticed the strange heat in her chest again. The longer she climbed the more intense it got, slowly shifting from her skin to the core of her breasts. They began to throb and ache, feeling progressively more tender and sorer. Her top also started to feel tight again and more than once she had to further loosen the lace holding the top closed.
Thanks to how unfamiliar Airisu was with how her new gear worked she was left mostly annoyed by the distraction. Because she needed to concentrate on her climb she quickly found a way to dismiss the way her body was distracting her.
I haven’t been tracking where I am in my moons lately, she remembered. I must be nearing my bleeding time. My breasts always get a little swollen and achy during that time. That’s all that’s going on, I don’t need to give it further thought.
But ignoring the aches, strange heat, and discomfort they were causing was something she couldn’t fully do. The closer to the top of the wall she got the worse all of it became. She’d had to stop so many times to loosen the lace on her shirt that by the time she reached the top of the wall she was jokingly telling herself the only explanation was that her breasts were magically growing.
Getting over the top of the wall then scaling down the other side was far more of a struggle than climbing the outside had been, mostly because of how distracting the heat and discomfort in her breasts had become. It was maddening! And no matter how loose she pulled the lace on her top the garment kept feeling more constricting. By the time she was close enough to the ground on the other side of the wall to drop down to her feet the fabric felt like it was biting painfully into her sore and tender breasts.
The Rogue glanced around quickly, taking in her surroundings just enough to ensure she was alone. This part of the grounds was a thick forest-like garden with well-kept trails meandering through it. Only the moonlight from the night sky above and the distant glow coming from the mansion’s windows provided any light, and there was no sign of any patrols in the area.
Feeling safe Airisu turned her full attention to her chest, throwing open her magical cloak and looking down. The sight that met her shocked the pretty Vulpenite, leaving her gasping in alarm.
Her breasts WERE larger! Not just a little bigger, but noticeably, and undeniably larger. They’d expanded in size so much that even with her top’s lacing nearly all the way undone her breasts’ newly enlarged bulk barely fit in her shirt. Cleavage was spilling out, leaving her feeling like a cheap, pudgy tavern wench.
How? Why? The Rogue turned around and glared at the wall she’d just scaled. It has to be because of THAT, she thought. I could feel there were enchantments on it making it harder to climb. This must be some form of humiliating magical security to punish anyone sneaking onto the estate. Well, it won’t stop ME. Magical breast growth like this is a rare thing and from what I’ve heard it tends to wear off quickly, especially once the magic causing it is removed. I just need to get away from the wall and my lovely breasts will be back to their natural size in no time.
As the conceited Rogue wanted to think only the best of herself she was easily convinced of her own brilliance in recognizing the magical security. She conveniently allowed herself to forget the strange heat and aching in her breasts had begun BEFORE she’d reached the Luthanda estate.
Airisu set off for the mansion, eager to put as much distance between herself and the trapped wall. Perhaps if she’d found the grounds as lightly patrolled as she expected them to be she might have noticed the increase in size of her breasts wasn’t decreasing even as she made her way further from the wall, but as it turned out she’d be far too preoccupied to notice that their size only continued to increase until it was too late.
She was distracted by numerous groups of guards patrolling the grounds. They came in twos or threes, heavily armed and armored. It felt almost like they’d been tipped off that someone would be trying to break into the mansion that night and were on high alert, stopping to inspect every sound and shadow.
Their way through the dark of the night with lit with emberstone lanterns, allowing Airisu to easily see when they were approaching but making it much harder for her to hide from them. If not for Airisu’s new Rogue’s gear they’d have quickly caught the overconfident Rogue. Her enchanted boots allowed her to move quickly and quietly to escape oncoming patrols. The hooded cloak allowed her to disappear into shadows, even ones lit by the guards’ emberstone lanterns. The gloves allowed her to easily climb over obstacles like the low stone walls that divided sections of the forest-like gardens she was being chased through.
She was left using the gear constantly, unaware that it was causing her breasts to steadily swell in size. It was only when her breasts had grown so large her top was biting painfully into the swollen, tender flesh that she realized just how large they’d grown.
The Rogue had been alarmed, but there’d been no time to even loosen the lacing of her top. Another patrol was approaching and she needed to rush away, using her cursed gear to escape.
Just as she’d gotten away from the last patrol the use of her cursed gear caused a burst of breast growth that pushed her top past its breaking point. The lacing snapped and, as her breasts continued to swell in an alarming burst of growth, the fabric below the laced opening ripped open.
The burst of breast growth brought with it dizzying heat and disorienting pain. Airisu groaned, dropping to her knees and hugging her breasts as they threatened to spill free from her torn top.
Grabbing her breasts left her moaning in confusion. They were sore and tender, she’d known that. The throbbing aching in them as they continued to grow had become impossible to ignore. But now she discovered they were hypersensitive in a way that left her overwhelmed by the simple act of hugging them to her chest.
After the initial overwhelming stimulation came a further dizzying rush of arousal. Having her breasts stimulated had never felt so good, and she’d BARELY grabbed them. She found herself moaning in confusion, hugging her breasts softly to herself as the desire to feel the intense pleasure continued.
Before she had the time to process this she saw an approaching light and heard the voices of another patrol coming her way. She had no choice but to get to her feet and try to escape their search.
The Rogue threw her enchanted cloak around herself, unaware activating the item would only further make her breasts grow. She used her boots to dash away from the oncoming patrol, ducking between paths through some underbrush of the heavy forest-like garden she’d been lost in dodging patrols for the last hour.
During this mad dash her breasts grew in another large burst. Her top, already partially ripped, easily gave way and was torn completely open. Her breasts, each now nearly the size of her head, burst free.
The unfamiliar weight of them pulling at her chest left Airisu groaning in dismay. She felt disgusted by that weight, and once she had a moment to open her cloak and look down at herself she felt even more disgusted by how fat and grossly oversized they looked from her perspective. The size and feel of them brought on an intense feeling of revulsion, leaving her feeling she was trapped in a body that was gross and not her own.
It was then that Airisu noticed how far from the walls surrounding the grounds she’d gotten. The mansion was close, although not so close she’d easily be able to make her way past the guards patrolling the grounds between her and there. But far enough away the trap she thought she’d triggered should have long ago started to wear off, not gotten worse.
If it wasn’t the wall causing this awful growth then what?
The first thought that jumped into her mind was that the grounds themselves must be enchanted to contain one giant trap that was causing her breasts to grow. She’d never heard of such a thing, but she knew Lord Luthanda was a very rich man. Perhaps he had the wealth to hire wizards able to create some specialized, insanely perverse trap like the one she was suffering through.
Even if she felt she could get past the patrols would she even want to continue like this? Her breasts had grown so much that each was now BIGGER than her head. Her top was torn open, each thick, dense, grossly oversized breasts hanging heavily down. To be seen like this would be too much to bear, and how could she hope to remain stealthy with such large, unfamiliar obstructions blocking her movements?
Panic overtook her. Airisu decided she had to flee. She had to abandon her quest and get off the Luthanda estate’s grounds as quickly as possible.
She fled, but in her panic, and thanks to the heavy weight of her enlarged breasts throwing off her balance as she used her enchanted boots to run unnaturally fast, she stumbled and fell into a bush. The bush was a thick clump of dense almost root-like vines that was overgrown between the trees beside it. She landed in the bush like it was a net breaking her fall, leaving her with a feeling of relief.
The moment of relief was short lived.
As soon as her body had hit the bush its vines and root-like lengths began to twist. Soon they were slapping their lengths around her limbs and body, slithering quickly to entangle and bind her in place. As they pulled her tight and yanked her onto feet off the ground Airisu realized she’d fallen into a Tangle Bush, a magical plant that’s tentacle-like vines entangled and trapped people.
The Rogue thrashed and struggled to break free but found the more she did the tighter the Tangle Bush constricted her. It lifted her higher off the ground while pulling her limbs out till she was spreadeagle. The Tangle Bush had pulled her cloak back, leaving nothing to cover Airisu’s enlarged breasts. It was only when she realized the constant constricting of her body was forcing her to thrust her chest out, and thus leave their gross size on clearer display, that Airisu stopped struggling.
What do I do? How do I get out of this? I’ll be sure to be found soon by a patrol of guards. Gods, what will they think when they see me? What will they DO to me! Any man who can have the kind of perverse trap that does THIS to a woman will employ men who won’t think twice about taking liberties with her. There will be no flirting my way out of this… they’d just be able to take what I’d be falsely offering.
Airisu was so worried about what the guards who would most certainly find her before long would do to her that she failed, at first, to notice that the Tangle Bush’s tentacle-like vines were doing more than just holding her in place. It was only when she felt some of their pointed tips slithering snake-like into her pants that she noticed and squawked in alarm.
Her tail lashed wildly behind her as she wiggled then thrashed as multiple vines made their way into her pants. “Stop,” she gasped quietly, trying to keep from being loud enough to draw a patrol’s attention. “Don’t, you can’t!” she added as other vines began to rub at her womanhood through her pants.
Her mind raced, trying to make sense of how the Tangle Bush was acting. Why would a Tangle Bush molest her like this? The ones outside her pants rubbed as though trying to arouse her while the ones inside her pants began to probe and explore her fleshy folds as though they knew exactly what her pussy was.
It didn’t make any sense. It was a plant! A plant that from all she’d heard only ever entangled and trapped people who fell into it. Had this magical botanical nightmare been further enchanted to have some perverse hunger? The Tangle Bush seemed to confirm this thought as vines started making their way to her enlarged, oversized breasts.
At first they just reached under them, lifting them up as if testing the substantial weight of their unnatural bulk. Airisu found being forced to be aware of how grossly large and heavy they’d become both humiliating and disgusting. Once more she was left with the disturbing sense that the body she was in wasn’t HER body anymore.
The feeling grew worse as the vines started to wrap around the bulk of her breasts, dexterous pointed tips coiling their way toward her nipples. They squeezed as though they were a sexual partner delighting in the heavy softness of them, an unwanted molestation the Vulpenite found doubling unpleasant because of how GOOD it felt.
After only a short time the way the vines were stimulating her breasts left her panting with desire. One of the vines probing and stimulating her womanhood, as if having waited till she was turned on enough, suddenly shifted its attention to her vaginal opening.
As it gently probed and started to slide its way into Airisu it found her hole sopping wet. It slid easily into her, making the Vulpenite gasp then shudder and finally moan low in delight at the unwanted invasion.
Only after she got her indecent moaning under control did Airisu notice that the vine had started extruding some slimy wetness that allowed it to slide more easily in and out of her. As it kept fucking her the length probing her insides grew more rigid, leaving it feeling disturbingly like a dick or strap-on.
“Stop,” she whimpered in objection, hating how much the word came out sounding like a moan of pleasure.
The vines that had been playing with her breasts had reached her nipples. Their tips began to extrude the same slimy stuff the one fucking her pussy was leaking. As it rubbed at her nipples she shivered and moaned lewdly, unsure if it felt so good because of the maddening magic that had left her breasts so oversized and sensitive, or if the slime coming from the vine tip was making her nipples even more sensitive than they already were.
She couldn’t help herself from looking down at them and watching the vines playing with her nipples. It felt so good, yet her breasts felt so grossly heavy and insanely sensitive. It didn’t feel like they were attached to her body. They COULDN’T be. Her breasts were plump and perky, perfectly sized. Not too big and not too small. She was watching the vine stimulate the nipples of the breasts of a grossly obese woman, not her perfect little titties. Watching what was happening helped quell some of that disturbing feeling of being disconnected from her own body, something that, although unpleasant, she felt she needed to do.
Even as she wiggled and moaned her objections she found herself unable to keep from submitting to the overwhelming pleasure. She had just begun to lose herself in it when something she saw shocked her out of the pleasure stupor she’d been sinking int. The vine tips rubbing her nipples had pulled back slightly, their pointed ends bulging. A moment later large, needle-like stingers extended, pointed right at the tip of her nipples.
Airisu screamed as the barbs, leaking some kind of toxin, were jabbed into the tips of her nipples. Her breasts, already aching and heated, lit up with intense flames as the barbs plunged into her breasts. She screamed louder, unable to care she was calling every guard on the grounds to her. There was pain, pain and heat that radiated from whatever toxin the barbs were injecting into her enlarged breasts. Then, after the pain made her scream again, came a rush of forced pleasure. She screamed louder, the scream morphing into a shuddering moan of pleasure as the toxins forced her to cum so hard she nearly blacked out.
When the barbs were pulled from her breasts something leaked after them. Airisu was left panting and trying to regain her senses after having such a strong orgasm forced from her, something made harder by the fact there were still vines fucking her cunt and rubbing her clit. She thought for a moment her nipples were bleeding after the barbs had pulled out, but what she saw wasn’t red. Then she wondered if it was the remains of whatever toxin they’d injected into her.
It was only when the vines coiled around her breasts gently squeezed, causing the fluid to squirt out, that her mind processed what she was seeing. The fluid was creamy white like milk. Milk! The plant’s toxins had made her grossly enlarged breasts lactate!
She noticed then how much heavier and sorer they’d grown since the barbs had first jabbed into her. The heat making them throb had also grown more intense, and with each beat of her heart she felt them growing heavier as though they were filling with the milk lightly tricking out of her nipples. The building pressure was maddening and soon she was panting, hoping something, ANYTHING, would lessen that pressure!
The vines coiled around her breasts squeezed them again, starting from the base of her over-large breasts then squeezing up their bulk. This caused thick jets of milk to come spraying from her nipples. It was a horrible, traumatizing thing for the Vulpenite to both feel and see. It made her feel like some hugely uddered cow, especially since the Tangle Bush had repositioned her so her grossly fat tits were partially hanging under her.
It all grew so much worse as the perverse magical plant continued to fuck and milk her. The relief the milking brought was intense, and the pleasure of being milked even more intense. In almost no time the continued milking brought her to climax. She shuddered and moaned, milk being squeezed from her tits as other vines fucked her pussy and rubbed at her clit, heightening the forced and unwanted pleasure.
She came. Then, the plant not slowing its perverse assault on her body, she was forced to cum again. And again. And AGAIN.
By the time she noticed the light and sound of approaching guards Airisu was an exhausted, shaking mess, covered in leaking fluids. Her enlarged tits were filling with milk almost faster than the plant could squeeze it from her. She was vaguely aware of a puddle of the white fluid soaking into the dirt under her. The constant orgasms and unrelenting pounding of her furry cunt had left her pussy gushing so intensely that she was certain her pants would look as though she had wet herself.
The thoroughly ravished Rogue knew she should think that being discovered like this was the last thing she should want. But she just wanted it to be over. If the guards found her they’d save her and even though she knew only bad things would follow at least THIS torment would be over.
Airisu got her wish. The guards arrived and freed her. How exactly they did it she was uncertain. The Vulpenite was far too disoriented and exhausted to notice, and too relieved at the prospect of being saved to care much how the men got the plant monster to release her. It was a relief to have the forced milking interrupted and have an end to the horror and degradation of being fucked by the creature.
“Thank you,” she said, voice raspy and weak. “Thank you so much for saving me,” she muttered as two of the men hefted her between them to carry her to the manor.
One of them chuckled darkly. “You shouldn’t be thanking us, thief. You should be trying to escape. You think what the Tangle Bush did to you was bad? You might find what’s in store for you in the Lord’s manor is FAR worse.”
On that ominous warning Airisu gave in to exhaustion and slumped in the men’s arms, not quite passing out but not quite remaining fully conscious.
* * *
The guards brought Airisu into the manor and deposited her into a lavishly furnished but dimly lit bedroom. Only a few faint emberstone lamps lit the room, filling the place with an eerie faint orange light that gave the room a foreboding atmosphere.
That feeling of foreboding increased when the guards unceremoniously stripped Airisu of all her possessions and clothing, commenting that they were so torn and soiled they’d probably just be thrown away. Airisu was even stripped of her pregnancy ward, although she was still so detached from the world that she wouldn’t notice its absence till later.
She’d never see any of her clothing or gear again. As far as she’d know the guards had simply disposed of it all just as they said they would. Airisu would never discover that her new Rogue’s gear had been cursed and at least partially responsible for the horror that would be the rest of her life.
Later she’d look back on those first few moments in that room and lament that she should have seen the signs of what her life would become. The guards, after stripping her, had tossed her onto the large bed in the center of the room as though she were a sack of grain and not a woman. They’d made no effort to clean her up and seemed to not care that her filth-covered body was soiling the fine blankets spread so neatly on the bed.
They’d then flipped her over, positioning her face down on the bed with her grossly enlarged tits under her. They left her bent over the edge of the bed, backend on display. At least they’d allowed her tail to fall straight down, leaving it covering her womanhood. Even so the position was a humiliating one, made even worse by the feel of laying on the huge bulk of her unnaturally enlarged breasts.
If she’d had the energy she’d have rolled over. Or maybe not. As she’d thought about wanting to do this she’d then been forced to imagine their substantial and unpleasant bulk shifting. If she’d rolled all the way over onto her back she’d have had to deal with their disturbing weight on her chest. Yet imagining laying on her side with their disgusting bulk beside her left her even more repulsed. They’d have been resting one on top of the other, like gross sacks of meat attached to her wonderful, perfect body.
Her unpleasant thoughts were interrupted when she felt one of the guards get onto the bed beside her. She groaned and weakly opened her eyes to see what the man was doing. He had something in his hand, but it was hard to tell what it was in the dim light. Was it a leather strip? A collar maybe?
The man grabbed one of her furry ears and pulled her head up making her groan in pain. “Oh shut it,” the man barked. “Rolph, get up here and help me put this on her.” The second man joined them on the bed and put the collar on Airisu. Once it was secured snuggly to her neck they let her head fall to the bed and pulled away.
“Think we’ll ever see her again?” one of them asked as they moved to leave Airisu behind without saying anything to her.
“Maybe,” the guard replied. “But I suspect Lord Luthanda will keep her hidden away. We’ve been told what he intends to do with her, but he’ll have to keep it secret from most of the staff to keep word from getting out. We may know Lord Luthanda is a depraved villain, but he has to remain respectable to most of the world. That means he’ll have to keep contact with her to a minimum, at least a first.” They then left, leaving Airisu alone.
As she lay unmoving she thought at first she was just too traumatized and exhausted from the night’s events to move. Slowly, as her mind recovered from all that had happened, she realized it wasn’t that she was so exhausted it felt like she was unable to move. Then, the horror of her reality setting in, she realized she truly couldn’t move! Aside from her steady breathing she had no control over her body, she couldn’t even open her eyes. She even tried to speak and found herself as unable to do that as she’d been unable to do anything else.
It has to be the collar, she realized, her alarm growing. Enchanted to keep my body locked up! Her mind began to fill with horrible dark fantasies of what was going to happen to her. She lay on the bed, soiled and helpless. The Vulpenite Rogue felt tears begin to flow, but with her inability to move she didn’t even get to carry out the cathartic act of crying properly.
She noticed her breasts were shrinking. So far only slightly, perhaps just enough for her to feel it but not enough for it to have been visually apparent. After lying in unmoving silence for a bit longer she was able to feel that her body’s return to normal would take time. Hours, maybe even days. It was hard to tell, especially since she wasn’t sure how long she’d been left lying there.
Eventually the door to the room opened. Unable to move, unable to even open her eyes, the helpless Rogue wasn’t even able to look to see how many people had entered the room. It sounded like only one, but she couldn’t be certain. Even after a man began to speak she remained uncertain if he’d entered the room alone or not.
“Good evening Airisu Oreti,” a man spoke. His voice was calm and he had the refined manner of speech that revealed he was a nobleman. “I’m Lord Svensson Luthanda,” he continued. “This is my manor you’ve tried to break into and rob.”
Airisu was disturbed that the man knew her name and why she’d come to his manor. She barely had time to wonder how he knew those things before he explained.
“You’ve been betrayed,” he told her. “By the Guildmaster. The quest he gave was a false pretense to lure you here. I knew when you’d be coming and took extra precautions to capture you. So many terrible things could have led to this moment,” he said, voice full of dark glee. “You’ve no idea how pleasing the description of your ordeal in my garden was. That Tangle Bush is very special to me. It was brought great distances from a dark place tended by a very special gardener. It’s been a long time since it was able to indulge in capturing a woman as it captured you.”
Airisu’s breathing had grown heavy, the only thing she was able to do to show the anger and fear she felt.
“But why?” he asked, speaking the question at the forefront of Airisu’s mind. “Why would we set this up? I can’t say for certain why the Guildmaster works with me the way he does. I know he has a reputation for supporting female Adventurers, but I believe that is a false front. I know from experience in making deals with him that he delights in ensuring as many female Adventurers as possible meet dark fates like the one he’s sent you to meet.
“As for me, that I can explain fully. See, I’m an ambitious man. I want to increase my wealth, influence, and standing in the world. Not just me personally, but that of my family as well. I want to go to my grave knowing my family line will continue with my male heirs destined to attain greater power and status then I achieved.
“I realized one thing that would help my heirs attain this goal would be if they lived longer lives than those of the noble families that oppose us. We’re all Human in this region so if my heir were to be birthed by a member of a longer-lived race…” He trailed off, letting the declaration and all it implied hang in the air.
No, Airisu thought, wanting to scream. Not that. This can’t be happening. This whole night has been a nightmare. I want to wake up. It can’t be real! But it was, she knew that. The horror was too intense for her to be able to believe otherwise.
This evil man intended to impregnate her. A disgusting HUMAN man! He planned to force himself on her, something the collar keeping her from moving would ensure she’d be unable to even object to verbally.
Her mind raced, filling the silence the nobleman’s quiet had left with progressively darker thoughts. The horror of what she was facing nearly broke her. There would be whatever vile sexual things this man intended to do to her. Then she’d have to endure the feeling of an unwanted child growing inside her. A nasty HUMAN child, stretching her perfect body and leaving it ruined. She’d seen what pregnancy often did to women. Stretch marks. Sagging tits. Plump bodies that never returned to being as fit as they’d been.
And what if the first child she bore wasn’t a boy? Would he keep impregnating her till he had a male heir? And would one be enough? Was she destined to spend the rest of her life pumping out child after child for this monster!?
Lord Luthanda finally started speaking again, answering some of the questions running through Airisu’s mind. “This is what’s going to happen,” he said, speaking with cold, menacing calmness that filled Airisu’s veins with ice. “You’ll be kept in this room. Whenever my cock can grow hard I’ll come here and fuck you. I’ll keep fucking you till you’re pregnant.
“What I do with you between then and when you birth my child I haven’t decided. But AFTER you give me a child we’ll start again because I need male heirs, as many of them as you can give me. And there’s nothing you can do about it. You’re mine now, my property. A useful womb first and fuck toy second with little chance of having a third purpose.”
Airisu heard the sound of clothing being taken off. It’s happening, she thought, wanting to scream. He’s going to use me however he pleases and all I’ll be able to do is lie here like a limp sack of potatoes. Then, when he’s done, he’s going to finish in me. My pregnancy ward is gone. I’ve no idea where I am on my moons. And even if my time isn’t right it won’t matter, because he’ll just use me this way again and again till his vile, nasty Human seed has taken root inside me!
The Evil nobleman fell on her with no further warning. He grabbed her tail, jerking it up and out of the way. After spitting into his hand and stroking the moisture onto his member he then practically shoved it into Airisu’s cunt, showing no concern for her comfort.
Thanks to the collar she was kept limp, unable even to groan out an objection as the man grunted and slammed into her backside. It was terrible. The man was pounding her with such frantic disregard it left her feeling further dehumanized. She was just a thing, a thing he was using. Not even fucking, it felt more like he was just using her cunt as a masturbation aid, one he didn’t even want to take his time to enjoy. There was the awful sense that he just wanted to be done with her as soon as possible.
By the time he slammed one last time deep into her and grunted in release tears were streaming silently down Airisu’s face. It had all happened so quickly and then been over so soon. Somehow that had made it all so much worse. It left her feeling like trying to impregnate her hadn’t been a joy for the man, it had left her feeling like using her this way had been a chore to the man and nothing more.
The way he’d finished so quickly left Airisu expecting him to leave without speaking to her further. He’d done what he needed and would go back to his life. What he’d said ran through her mind. He’d come back whenever his cock could grow hard and deposit more of his nasty Human seed in her. She’d remain locked, unmoving, and hopeless till he succeeded in putting a child in her.
She’d sunk so deep into a sea of despair that she was caught completely off guard when the man flipped her over onto her back. It allowed her to get her first look at the evil nobleman. He was exactly what she’d expected, a mildly attractive middle-aged Human man who had such an air of evil entitlement to him that all beauty he had became menacing ugliness.
Airisu noticed something else. The man was still hard. His cock still stood erect, soiled and dripping the same mix of sexual fluids that were leaking out of her womanhood.
He’s going to fuck me again, she thought. He’s still hard and he’s going to fuck me again and I can’t stop him. Maybe this time he’ll go slower and enjoy himself more. Does he want to be able to see my face while he uses me for the second time? No… No, his eyes are locked on my breasts.
Airisu’s skin crawled. He wasn’t staring at HER breasts, not her perfect, perky firm little breasts. He was staring at two massive sacks of gross fat that her perfect tits had been inflated into. She’d been lost in despair so deep she’d, for a short time, been able to put the sickening, gross feel of her inflated breasts weight out of her mind.
But now, having been flipped over onto her back, she felt their stomach-churning weight literary pressing down on her. She had to keep reminding herself it was the collar keeping her from moving, it WASN’T her grossly enlarged breasts’ weight. They hadn’t become so large and heavy that they were pinning her to the bed, that was just an illusion.
“Gods above,” Lord Luthanda gasped, eyes locked on Airisu’s breasts. “I’d been so focused on beginning to impregnate you that I hadn’t noticed your tits! The description the Guildmaster sent me painted the picture of a fit, agile, even slightly noble-seeming fox. He should have mentioned your tits were so enormous!”
He paused, licking his lips and grabbing his cock to give it a slow, absentminded stroke. “No, he WOULD have mentioned if you were this busty. You weren’t like this when you set out from the Guildhall tonight.” He paused, cocking his head and falling into thought as he lightly stroked himself while staring at Airisu’s enlarged breasts.
“The size is far too large for the rest of your body, and the shape… Not natural. Having dabbled in every form of sexual perversion I think I can recognize unnatural breast growth when I see it. Perhaps some cruel trick of the Guildmaster? No… The Tangle Bush. Yes, I see milk leaking from your swollen and engorged nipples. I didn’t know the wonderful thing could cause so much growth!”
He fell silent again, taking a step closer and jerking off a little more quickly. “I’d been excited about impregnating a fit Vulpenite. You were described to me as having the beauty of a finely bred noblewoman with a haughty, bitchy demeanor that would have led you to fitting in well in noble society. The idea of keeping a woman who could have easily been welcomed into my world as a captive, used as little more than a brood mare, was deliciously and perversely arousing. But this…” The man trailed off as he climbed onto the bed, straddling Airisu as he continued to jerk off and stare at her tits.
“This is better,” he finally said. “Such grossly huge tits on such a small, fit body. And lactating! Like your body is eager to become as motherly as it can. So fertile. So ripe to be made a toy I can use to indulge in all my basest, grossest desires with.”
He let go of his cock and fell on her, shoving his face into one of her enlarged breasts. The man was greedily sucking almost before his lips were locked around her nipple.
A moment after he began sucking on her tit Airisu felt something in her breast shift. Suddenly a trickle of milk became a torrential flood. The sensation was horrible and left her feeling even more like her body wasn’t her own.
At least it won’t last forever, she thought as the evil man moved from one tit to the other to greedily gulp down thick mouthfuls of her milk. I can already feel my breasts starting to shrink down. As they return to their normal size the lactation will stop too. My body will become MY body once again and all of this will be easier to endure.
Then a horrible thought slipped into her mind. Maybe the unnatural breast growth and lactation would soon fade, but once he’d impregnated her she’d have to suffer through natural versions of such disgusting, humiliating body horror. Her perfect breasts would swell, grow heavy and misshapen while leaking milk all because of the vile thing he intended on putting in her. As it grew her belly would be stretched, her perfect slim fit abs ruined forever. All of her would be left ruined, and unlike the unnatural body changes she’d been made to endure that night those future changes would permanently ruin her perfect body.
As all of this ran through Airisu’s mind Lord Luthanda feasted on her breasts, licking and sucking on her nipples while he rubbed his manhood against whatever part of her it was pressed against at that moment. The mess of vaginal fluids and semen that had been covering it left Airisu’s skin soiled wherever he rubbed and thrust against her and soon fresh wetness of ample flowing precum joined the mess.
“No,” the man gasped at one point, grabbing Airisu’s breasts with desperate, rapacious greed. “They’re shrinking so quickly! I must enjoy them while I still can. I must indulge in the milk leaking from your huge, gross, fat udders for as long as I can!”
He worked himself into a frantic, desperate sexual rage of dismayed greed as her breasts slowly, but steadily, shrunk. He kept licking and sucking on her nipples till her milk began to run dry. Only then did he mount her chest and wrap her tits around his cock.
“Have to fuck them,” he grunted as he started thrusting his hips while keeping her tits pressed in tight around his manhood. “Pound these gross sacks of fuckable fat while I still can! Know I should cum in you again, but your enlarged tits are so fucking sexy… I’ve all the time in the world to work on impregnating you, THIS will be gone soon!”
Airisu had endured much that night. The horror of what had happened to her body. The humiliation of it, and of having had so many see her like this. The traumatizing ordeal with the magical plant’s sexual assault and how much it had pleasured her. Her capture. The fate she faced. All of it had been horrible. All of it threatened to break her in some way she feared she’d never recover from even if she was somehow saved.
Yet THIS, at least in the moment, was the worst of it all. A man sitting on her and using the grossly enlarged breasts to pleasure himself. And not just any man, but a HUMAN man! Using her like a thing. No, not even using her, using her tits. Like they weren’t even part of her, like they were something separate that existed just to help him better pleasure himself.
Lord Luthanda forced himself to last as long as he could to better indulge in every moment possibly remaining of Airisu’s enlarged tits. Between grunts and huffs of pleasure he proclaimed he was going to last till her enlarged tits had shrunk down to be too small to fuck. Yet try as he might he came long before then.
He’d been holding her shrinking breasts tight around his cock as he’d cum. Airisu had hated how acutely she could feel the meaty shaft quiver and pulse as he came. She hated even more the way the cum shooting into her pressed breast meat had felt, especially after the villain had groaned, “Filled your tit-pussy with my seed.”
The awful words ran through her head, a mocking psychic pain that would linger and reply in her mind to haunt her for weeks. She’d learn the man had a way of doing that, of spitting out phrases that would linger so awfully in her mind that they felt like a festering wound.
“Spent,” he said with a forlorn but satisfied sigh as he let go of her breasts then flopped down onto the bed beside her.
Since Airisu was unable to move she had to lay there exactly as he’d left her, soiled inside and out as she stared up at the ceiling. At least my breasts are shrinking more quickly now, she thought. As their size returned to normal she felt familiar perky firmness. It brought her a moment of joy and relief that the unnatural alterations to her body hadn’t left any lasting effects.
The joy was short lived when she remembered what the man lying beside her intended to do to her. Perhaps he doesn’t even need to do anymore, she thought as a fresh wave of despair washed over her. Perhaps cumming in me once was all he needed to plant his vile Human seed in me. It won’t matter though. He’ll try again soon and he’ll keep trying till I show signs of being with child. If he is going to try as much as he claimed I’ll surely be with child before long.
She was brought out of her unhappy thoughts when the evil man grabbed one of her nipples and gave it a hard, cruel twist. If she hadn’t been wearing the collar she’d have screamed in pain and most likely attacked the man for doing what he did, but because of the collar she was able to only lay there and suffer through further cruel abuse to her nipples.
“I might have been satisfied with your body had you arrived as you are now,” Lord Luthanda told Airisu as he kept twisting and tugging on her nipples. He’d leaned over her so she had to look up at his face. The expression he wore made it clear he knew what he was doing was unpleasant for her and that he was enjoying her being unable to do anything about it.
“But after seeing them so large and having had a chance to have my way with them? To fuck them… To feast on your milk… No… No, I won’t be able to settle for such small, firm breasts as these. Your body as it is… it’s a disappointment.”
He let out a dramatic sigh as he released his grip on her nipples. “A disappointment,” he repeated as he got up from the bed. “But,” he added, voice full of gleeful cruelty, “it’s a disappointment that can be fixed. I’ve enough wealth and the right kinds of connections to be able to find a way to not just return your perky breasts to the gross, swollen sacks of fuckmeat they were tonight, but to ensure they STAY that way.”
And with those terrifying, ominous words the nobleman left Airisu alone in the room to wallow in despair and fear.
* * *
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.
* * *
Thanks to there being no windows in her room time quickly became meaningless Airisu. She tried at first to track the passage of time but the changes her body was going through left Airisu physically exhausted after being awake for only a few hours. Each time she woke she was unsure how long she’d been sleeping and was left even more uncertain how much time had passed.
The first time Airisu woke her breasts felt tender and swollen, but upon sitting up and looking down at them she couldn’t see much difference. Still, she FELT it. They throbbed deep inside, an aching pain she convinced herself was both from them slowly growing AND from her breasts beginning to lactate.
She had nothing to do but lay in bed with her thoughts. Even getting up to pace around the room was something she couldn’t do as she would only be able to crawl on all fours like an animal. The captive Rogue couldn’t stomach doing anything intentionally she knew would lead her to feel more like a cow than a person.
So she just lay there trying not to think about all the horrible things running through her mind but unable to stop herself. To keep her mind from dwelling on the horror of her future she tried to find less horrible things to think of. What she settled on was how different the changes to her body were this time. The breast growth she’d suffered the terrible night she’d come to the Luthanda estate had come on much faster than what she was enduring now, and the evil toxin that terrible plant had injected her breasts with had caused instant lactation.
What was happening to her body now thanks to the Ring of Oohr felt more… real. Less temporary. It was happening more slowly, as though the blessing of the Bovine Goddess of Fertility in Women was making her breasts grow and lactate in an almost natural manner.
It was also FAR more draining. The breast growth she’d endured climbing over the estate walls and while running through the estate grounds had happened almost without her noticing. She’d felt some warmth, but if not for how the increased size had led to her clothing biting into her breasts who knows how long Airisu would have gone without noticing.
This, though, was incredibly physically draining. Just laying naked in bed left her feeling ready to fall back into an exhausted sleep after being awake for only a few hours. At first Airisu fought this, but as the physical exhaustion grew she quickly gave in and let sleep take her…
* * *
When next she woke up it was because the servants had returned. They once more treated her like a visiting noblewoman, clearly aware of her limitations but not mentioning them.
They helped her out of the bed, showing Airisu she could stand on two feet as long as someone was supporting her. They hand bathed her like they had before, pampering and prettying her up. They brought food but knew that thanks to her hands feeling like hooves they needed to feed it to her. They even helped her use a chamber pot that they quickly took from the room after she was done using it.
Airisu had always felt she deserved pampering like this so for a short time the spoiled, selfish Rogue was able to forget what had and was being done to her. But then the servants, having done their work, left. Once she was left naked and alone in the bed, aware that if she tried to get up she’d only be able to go about on all fours like an animal, the horror of her situation quickly returned to her.
After the relief of the pampering it all hit so much harder. She broke into body-shaking sobs which came out as pathetic moos, the sound of which only made her cry even harder. For a long time she lay, crying, aware of the aching throb in her breasts, until she once more passed out from emotional and physical exhaustion…
* * *
It was the aching in her breasts that woke Airisu next. She woke with a half-moaned “moo”, shifting then sitting up and looking down at her chest. The captive Rogue let out a balked “moo” of dismay as she looked down and saw how her firm, perfectly shaped breasts had changed while she slept.
They’d gone from a perky, firm, barely-handfuls to full handfuls that had a slight natural sag that disgusted her. It made her unpleasantly aware that her breasts were just meat hanging off her chest, HEAVY meat that would almost certainly sag even more as they grew larger and heavier.
The word “heavy” kept running through her mind. They LOOKED heavier. They FELT heavier. Not just denser, but FULL. She was certain they weren’t lactating yet, but she was convinced the strange pressure she now felt along with the aching soreness was her breasts beginning to make milk.
Although nearly certain she’d regret it, Airisu couldn’t help cupping her breasts and gently lifting them to test their weight. As she did this the captive Rogue let out a long, low moo of displeasure. They felt even heavier in her hands than they did hanging from her chest. She also discovered just how sensitive the aching sore flesh was. Just cupping and lifting them felt good enough to turn her distraught moo into more of a moan of pleasure.
Suddenly her mind filled with thoughts and desires she DIDN’T want to be having. She started to imagine how pleasing it would be to have a man pawing at her aching breasts. Although the thoughts were unwanted she found herself imagining strong hands groping and squeezing her breasts. The mental images left her panting from arousal. When the image of a man squeezing her breasts in a way that would make milk shoot from her nipples entered her mind she felt a huge burst of arousal that left her aching to masturbate, but the thought so shamed her she refused to acknowledge she’d had it.
Airisu let go of her breasts and dropped back into a lying position. The weight of her breasts resting on her chest, some of which she thought HAD to be imagined, was too much for her to bear. She rolled over onto her side, just as unhappy about the feel of their weight shifting. But once lying on her side she decided the position was better since once her breasts had settled into place they were easier to ignore.
Once she was ignoring her breasts something else came to the front of her mind. Heat. Arousal. Horniness. At first she tried to ignore that too, but it wasn’t long before boredom led to her giving in to how horny she was.
She remained on her side, simply shifting her legs slightly so she could slip a hand towards her womanhood. When her hand reached her pussy Airisu was startled to discover just how wet she was.
It felt like only moments passed before Airisu was panting and thrashing about as she furiously masturbated. With her hand feeling like a hoof she was only able to clumsily rub at her clit, making the ordeal as frustrating as it was slow going even as she built heat.
With as worked up as she was it FELT like getting off should have been easy, but it wasn’t. She mooed in frustration, afraid she’d need more than clitoral stimulation but knowing penetration was impossible with her hands feeling like hoofs. By the time she finally managed to get off she was covered in sweat and so exhausted that she passed out almost at once.
* * *
The servants woke her next. Were they coming multiple times a day or just once? If she figured that out she thought she could track the passage of time by their visits. Seeing that they were all in different outfits left her thinking it couldn’t be the same day. But had she really slept that much?
As they helped her up and started bathing her the questions running through her mind were quickly forgotten. The feel of the wet rags and soap on her naked skin felt so good she was barely aware of the other servants changing her bedding. Once more she was able to forget the horror of her imprisonment and simply indulge in the servants pampering her.
After cleaning her they helped her use a chamber pot, again removing it from the room as soon as she was done with it. Then they brought in food. They fed her after that, although she noticed they seemed less eager to give her the help she needed.
The servant spooning soup into her mouth groaned in frustration. “Are we really going to have to keep feeding her like this forever?”
One of the other servants shrugged. “Take care of her basic physical needs and keep her clean, that was our instructions.”
Airisu looked into the eyes of the one feeding her. They looked past her, seeming unwilling to recognize her as a person. “I say we find a way to provide the food in a manner that’s less work for us. We feed the cow, that’s all that’s important. Doesn’t matter how insulting or humiliating IT finds it.”
Cow. It. The words hit Airisu like she’d been physically struck. Suddenly the pampering didn’t feel so wonderful. Suddenly them having to wash, feed, and help her about felt not like pampering, it felt… dehumanizing. She WASN’T being treated like an honored guest, she was just a thing being taken care of for Lord Luthanda.
The servants picked up on her soured mood, chuckling at her displeasure. It also seemed that the servant questioning how to feed her had broken some seal. Everything would change after that, with their treatment of her growing gradually worse. Eventually Airisu would start to fear their visits, knowing it would be more humiliating than the last. They grew crueler, going from speaking as little as they could around her to verbally shaming and abusing her more with each visit.
No moment would haunt her memories more than the one when they revealed the new way she’d be fed. The cart full of food and bathing supplies they’d brought into the room had a cloth over whatever was on top. They’d made a production of pulling it off quickly to reveal a strange bowl, one that looked disturbingly like the dish an animal would be fed out of.
From that point on they didn’t help feed her. Instead, after cleaning her and helping her use the chamber pot they “helped” her to the floor, putting her on her hands and knees. Then they put the bowl on the floor on the other side of the room, making her crawl on all fours to it. When she arrived she discovered what it was filled with. It was a disgusting gruel at best made to look like animal food and at worst intended to be eaten by livestock.
“Slop in a trough for the cow to gorge herself on,” they explained with cruel laughs. They’d then showered her with humiliating verbal abuse as she had no choice but to slurp up the slop like she was an animal at a trough. They also ensured she slurped up ALL of it, insisting if she refused to eat it she’d be brought worse food and that her torment at their hands would grow worse.
The ordeal of her feedings grew worse as her breasts continued to grow. Each time she woke they were larger, and the larger they got the heavier they grew. And the heavier they grew the more they sagged. Often she wouldn’t be fully aware of how much more their heavy weight sagged till she was made to “gorge herself at the cow trough”.
At first she tried to arch her back while eating to keep her dangling, ever-growing breasts off the ground. But as they kept growing this became harder to accomplish. Eventually she had to accept that her breasts had grown so large and heavy she’d have to endure the feeling of them resting on the floor as she knelt on all fours, feasting on her slop.
By then she was certain the ever-increasing weight was not just from the increased size but from lactation as well. Occasionally her nipples, the areolas grossly stretched out, would leak a trickle of milk. The need to have the milk expressed grew along with the aching full feeling that grew ever more intense as her breasts became fuller.
At first she’d tried to lessen the feeling but found she couldn’t express any meaningful amount of milk on her own. She could only clumsily press on her ever-growing breasts with her hoof-hands, and even when it led to some relief from a little milk being expressed she quickly decided it wasn’t worth how dehumanized it left her feeling.
She tried a few times rolling onto her sides in a way that caused her breasts to be pressed between her body and the bed. It worked a little, the weight of her body on her breasts squeezing out a little milk, but once more she found the act so humiliating and dehumanizing she only tried it a handful of times. It also left a large wet patch on the bed she’d then have to deal with, usually till the servants arrived next to change her bedding.
There was also the awful thing expressing any milk did to Airisu. As her breasts grew and the pressure from the lactation built up she became more easily aroused. Nearly any sensual stimulation left her panting and mooing with desire, while ANY physical contact with her breasts would leave her painfully turned on. Any time even a little of her milk was expressed she’d be left so turned on thinking would be hard for a time.
Each time she gave in to the maddening sexual heat that seemed to be constantly muddling her mind she vowed never to try masturbating again. Even if she managed to get off, which was far from guaranteed, using her hoof hands to jill off would take a frustratingly long time. And even when she DID get off she’d be left more empty and frustrated after only a brief time of relief. Getting herself off just wasn’t enough, she needed MORE.
Slowly the sexual needs she was feeling started to mix with the ever-growing longing to be milked. Airisu knew that the evil Ring of Oohr was causing her to feel a sexual thrill any time she managed to express some of her milk. As time went on her frustrated sexual fantasies mixed with the hated fantasies of being milked that seemed to pop into her head as if put there by some external force. Each time her mind filled with a perverse fantasy of being fucked while being milked like a cow she hated herself a little more, yet each time the fantasy played through her mind she was left longing more for the fantasy to become reality.
By the time each of her breasts had grown to be as large as her head the need to be milked was as much a sexual need as it was a physical need. By the time they had grown to be LARGER than her head she was lost in a sea of longing made of equal parts need to be milked and fucked.
As her breasts grew larger, heavier, and more full of milk it also felt like the weight and internal pressure were melting her mind. Thinking clearly about anything other than being fucked and milked grew harder till it was nearly impossible. By the point her breasts were each larger than her head Airisu’s inner monologue wasn’t being spoken in full sentences. It was visual impressions, or maybe a word or two that shifted in her mind as it became a disturbing language made of moos. Eventually there were no actual words, she thought only in moos.
Pathetic moos expressing a longing to be milked, to have her huge heavy sagging udders squeezed dry.
Desperate moos of longing expressing her aching need to be fucked by a man. To feel his hard member inside her. Painful longing moos attempting to verbalize her desire to have the chance to milk a man’s cock of his precious cum!
Increasingly needy moos sounding not just in her mind but from her lips expressing the want then the need to be milked while she was being fucked. Eventually the moos were all dreamy moos of longing as she fantasized about being impregnated from being fucked while being milked.
Finally they became impatient moos as the young woman who had once been the selfish Rogue Airisu awaited Lord Luthanda’s return so the man could milk, fuck, and impregnate her.
* * *
By the time Lord Luthanda returned Airisu was a horny bovine mess. As soon as she saw him enter the room she began mooing in pathetic, excited longing at the sight of a man that could milk, fuck, and impregnate her.
Lord Luthanda smirked as he began undressing. “It seems the long wait has been worth it,” he said to himself. He knew there was no point in talking to her, there wouldn’t be enough of “her” left in there for it to matter. Oh, she’d respond to direct commands, especially sexual ones, but he knew the Vulpenite Rogue the Guildmaster had sent him was either gone or buried so deep thanks to everything that had happened to her she essentially no longer existed.
And she’ll stay that way as long as I keep the Ring of Oohr on her, he thought as he stripped out of the last of his clothing. He took a moment to stand, looking at the mooing, drooling thing on the bed. More cow than woman now! No, not a ‘cow’. A ‘fuck-cow’. The way she’s mooing. The look in her eyes. The way those eyes keep darting to my cock. Yes… She’s just a fuck-cow now, longing to have her udders milked and her dripping cunt fucked and impregnated.
He’d planned on taking his time, so that’s what he tried to do. After confirming she had enough mind left to follow his orders he had her sit on the edge of the bed then got behind her. From the back she looked nearly like the woman she’d been before she became his thing. A lithe, young Vulpenite. He enjoyed the illusion as he got into position, sitting close behind her so his cock was pressed into the soft fur of her bushy fox tail.
Once comfortable he reached around her body, ready for the illusion of her being WHO she had been to be ruined by feeling WHAT she was now. He easily found her massive breasts. He would have struggled NOT to have his hands bump into them. He’d planned on cupping them to test their weight but by this point they’d grown so large they rested in her lap. He had to force his hands between their bulky, sagging weight and the skin of her legs to get his hands under them.
That this caused his lovely fuck-cow to moo in delight brought him great pleasure. Once more he thought about how waiting had been the right decision. And now, after such a long weight, it’s time to begin enjoying my fuck-cow that will birth my heirs. I’ll start by feeling just how big and heavy her milk-leaking udders have grown.
He began by slowly lifting them up, shivering in delight at the feel of their immense weight in his hands. He lifted them a bit higher, reveling in his fuck-cow’s soft moos of delight.
Then he shifted his hands, getting a better hold of the bulkiest parts of his fuck-cow’s udders. Once he had a firm grab he squeezed, softly at first then harder. The cow mooed out in ecstatic delight as he milked her, neither of them caring about the mess the milk shooting from her engorged nipples was making.
As she mooed she wiggled and gyrated her body, repositioning herself leaned forward slightly to raise her backend. Soon his cock had fallen away from her tail and become wedged in between her ass cheeks. Her moos of delight as he kept milking her shifted, becoming desperate moos of need to feel his cock inside her.
Lord Luthanda had planned on enjoying milking her for longer but the fuck-cows eagerness to have him inside her was too much for him. He had the rest of his life to enjoy using her as he pleased, especially knowing she’d remain young to his eyes long into his elder years thanks to her race’s longer lifespan. Knowing that he abandoned all attempts to take things slow.
He gave the fuck-cow exactly what it wanted. He grabbed her, pulling her onto the bed and flipping her over onto all fours like the animal he’d turned her into. A moment after she was in position he had rammed his throbbing member into her sopping wet hole. As she mooed out in joy he grabbed her hips and started fucking her, hard and fast.
There had been so much waiting for this moment that he didn’t last long. Both he and his fuck-cow had grunted in delight when he’d cum. Then, as the moment passed, she’d let out a moo of disappointment that it was over so soon.
“Don’t sound so sad, my precious fuck-cow,” he told her with an almost loving pat on her ass. “I’ve been waiting too long for this moment to be over. Notice I’m still hard in you.”
When she felt the truth of his words the fuck-cow’s eyes opened wide and she mooed in excitement. Then, when he started to pull out, she mooed in panic. She pressed her backend into him to keep his cock inside her.
“We’ll keep going,” he promised her, “I just want to change positions. I want to be able to see those huge, milk-filled udders bouncing as I fuck you. I want to be able to SUCK on them as they flop about.”
The fuck-cow happily rolled over onto her back, spreading her legs and mooing invitingly for him to enter her again. His seed was trickling out of her but she wanted to milk more of it out of him. She’d thought she’d felt Oohr’s blessing ensure she was impregnated, but she wanted to be sure it happened. She intended to do all she could to milk him dry while trying to get HIM to milk her tits dry while he fucked her.
She did everything she could to make it happen. She mooed out her desires. She thrust her chest up and shifted it from side to side to make her udders flop and bounce about more pleasingly to him. When he started sucking on one of them she used her hoof-hands to better press the bulk of her tits into his face to encourage him to continue.
Near the end of the encounter, when she was starting to feel the man was close to being spent, the fuck-cow discovered something wonderful that made their last few moments fucking spectacular. When she was touching his dick or balls she could use her fingers!
Feeling that he’d soon cum again and that once he did he’d be too spent to continue she was desperate to make the most of their last few moments. She reached between them and managed to get hold of the lower half of his shaft as he thrust out of her. Once she’d grabbed, and thankful his cock was as pleasingly long as it was, she stroked him off as he pumped in and out of her cunt. She’d milk his cock dry of every drop of semen he had!
He’d cum at least twice since they’d begun, although everything had been such an intense wet mess it might have been more. Her cunt and his cock were a frothy mess of sexual fluids that had been churned up inside of her. The feel of the mess on his shaft delighted her. She grabbed hold, mooing as it slid in her grip while he picked up speed to fuck her fast. She squeezed and stroked, knowing it would push him over the edge.
She was ready, she needed him to cum so hard it would hurt him. That’s what it would take to milk him dry, it was what she NEEDED, it was what the goddess Oohr wanted her to do! She felt it, divine guidance that she knew would return every time she was a good cow who eagerly served her master.
Lord Luthanda grunted and groaned, no longer feeling like he was fucking the thing under him. She was milking him of every drop he had left, working his member with hand and cunt. He came harder than he’d imagined possible, cumming so hard it HURT. The moment it was done he collapsed with a drained, happy sight onto the fuck-cow under him.
For a long time he lay on her, face resting on one of her overlarge udders, enjoying the dampness of the milk leaking from it thanks to the pressure of his head on the teat. He savored the gross feeling of his manhood slowly losing its erection and the way it eventually slipped out of his fuck-cow’s cum-soiled cunt.
Sated and drained both Lord Luthanda and his fuck-cow started to drift into peaceful sleep. His waiting had been worth it. She was the perfect fuck toy and would hopefully be the perfect broodmare for his heirs. He’d find out in time. He was CERTAIN she’d be impregnated after this thanks to the Ring of Oohr. But to be safe he’d need to keep fucking her till she showed signs of being pregnant.
And I’ll probably keep having my fun with her, he thought happily as he drifted off. The thing laying under me isn’t a Rogue Adventurer, it’s just my fuck-cow, now and forever…
* * *
Epilogue
Many years later…
Avelina Luthanda walked a few steps behind her father, the rest of her younger siblings a few more paces behind them. “The estate grounds are truly beautiful this spring, Lord Father,” Avelina said with a demure bow, accenting the action by bending down her furry fox-like ears as though they were bowing to her father as well.
Her father, the most influential and feared nobleman in the region, chuckled. “Lusher than I may have ever seen it,” he said without looking back at any of his fox-eared and fox-tailed children. “Those gardeners I’ve brought in from distant lands have done a good job. But remember all of you, do NOT wander the grounds unescorted. Some of the plant life is not what it seems.”
“Yes, Lord Father,” the pack of children said obediently.
Lord Luthanda looked over his shoulder then, glancing at his oldest daughter, Avelina. “You especially,” he told her before looking away. “Now that you’re of age some of the plant life, if it mistook you for someone who didn’t belong on the estate… Well, we’ll just say that you’re old enough now that it would react differently to you especially since you’re a female.”
Avelina held in the resigned sigh she wanted to let it out. She’d understood from a very young age that although her father was willing to dote on her and her sisters none of them would ever be more than “females” in his eyes. As girls they were at best things to be made pretty to be married off or at worst things to be ignored. It was only her younger brothers that truly mattered to their father.
His precious ‘heirs’, she thought a little bitterly. Yes, he doted on her and her sisters. They wanted for nothing, but even so they knew they mattered little in their father’s grand schemes.
My brothers are being raised to replace him when he dies, she thought, eyes boring into the back of her father’s head. He’s already starting to show his age. Compared to how long all of us half-Vulpenites will live he’ll be gone by the time we’ve barely begun our lives. We girls have mostly been taught to be pretty and obedient, but the boys are being taught to be power-hungry little monsters who will take the family to greater heights than our mighty but short-lived father ever could.
Even though she’d realized from a young age that it was her brothers that mattered she’d always yearned to find ways to please her father. Even now, after blossoming into womanhood and starting to truly see her father for the brutal monster he was, she STILL yearned to please him. To know him better. To understand him.
“I believe it is time for my younger siblings to attend their afternoon classes,” she proclaimed, using her authority as oldest to send the pack of half-Vulpenite children of various ages back to the manor. “None of you would want to be late, would you? You want to please our Lord father, don’t you?”
“No, sister Avelina. Yes, sister Avelina,” they responded together, answering both her questions in the only manner they thought possible.
“Go on children,” Lord Luthanda told them, giving them each a meager smile of approval they’d all cherish till they next saw him.
It would be late that evening at supper when they’d all be made to share things they’d learned or accomplished during their day, each trying to one-up the other. Avelina could tell which of the youngest still didn’t understand what was happening during those evening meals. She’d recognized the moment each of the older ones had understood, for she remembered the moment well. Each of them, pitted against each other to prove who is most worthy of their Lord father’s meager love and, more importantly, his approval. Even the girls battled, even those old enough to understand they’d only ever be girls in their father’s eyes.
Once her siblings were out of sight Lord Luthanda chuckled. “I know you well, daughter. Your mind has been working recently. You’re curios. Smart. Driven. You’ve much more of me in you than your mother. You’ve been discovering things. Finding out secrets I’ve kept hidden from you.”
He stopped, turning to give her a reassuring look. “You’re old enough now to start knowing the truth about this noble family. How we gained our power. How we hold on to it. The things we do to gain MORE power. You’ve always had a kind heart, and as a girl I’ve indulged and even encouraged that. It’s your brothers who will need to be brutal, not you.”
The man took a step closer, reaching out to brush some of Avelina’s long, orange-red hair out of her face. He started to reach for one of her furry fox-ears but stopped. They both knew she was too old for that anymore. When she’d been younger such intimate contact had meant something different then it would mean now that she was a woman grown.
He sighed, pulling his hand back. “You remind more of your mother with every day that passes,” he muttered, turning from her. “Sometimes when I look at you now I can see only her. Oh, your Vulpenite features are softened slightly. The fur on your ears and tail is not as… thick? The color of your hair is more natural looking to Human eyes. And you can see my features in your face, but still… More than any of your sisters you look so much like her.”
“It always gladdens me when you mention her, Lord Father,” Avelina said, speaking with slow caution. It wasn’t often he did. Perhaps today would be the day she’d finally be able to discover something about the mysterious woman none of her siblings had ever met. “I’ve been meaning to ask—”
“Don’t,” her father said firmly as he cut her off. “I’m willing to dote on you endlessly, perhaps even more now that you’ve started to truly understand what being a Luthanda means.”
He paused, meeting her eyes. The hard look there made Avelina flinch and pull away. When he went on all affection was gone from his voice. “But I’ve told you, you or any of your siblings will never be told anything about your mother. None of you are to even ask about her as you were so foolishly about to do. Should any of you discover something, or even be found SEARCHING for information on her, you’ll be instantly disowned.”
The man abruptly turned his back on his daughter. “Only because you were her first born will I allow this near-degression to go unpunished. We shall pretend it did not happen, but be warned, daughter, I will not show such largess a second time to you.”
Avelina, aware of how close to danger she’d come, bowed her head and took a few steps back. “Yes, Lord Father. I understand.”
“Now enough of this,” he said, his tone making it clear they were to pretend the tense interaction hadn’t just transpired. “It is a lovely day and I’m sure you have things you wish to do now that you’re of age and your official schooling is ended. As for me, I’ve decided a ride to the city’s outskirts would do me well. Perhaps a visit to my special farm…”
* * *
Avelina knew what she was doing was reckless. But she couldn’t shake the feeling that this “special” farm that her father frequented on the outskirts of the city had SOMETHING to do with her mother.
They were all forbidden from even knowing the location of the farm, but that in and of itself didn’t mean much. Lord Luthanda, the brutal man he was, employed many unsavory characters and had many dubious business ventures he’d not wish his children interacting with or even knowing about, especially as all but Avelina were still underage.
But I’m a woman now, she told herself as she crept from the place she’d tied her horse up. The old man has always told us all that boldness pays the largest dividends. Well, I’m being bold. There’s no way he knows I’ve followed him and even though this suspicious ‘farm’ is being patrolled by a handful of his thugs I learned how to sneak by them years ago.
There HAS to be some clue here about who our mother is. We KNOW she’s still alive, as he’s mentioned we have another sibling on the way. But that’s ALL we know other than that she has to be a Vulpenite. There are so many things I want to know. Why has she been so willing to bear him so many children? Why has she never been a part of any of our lives? Why is even asking about her forbidden? I HAVE to know something, ANYTHING, no matter the cost.
At first Avelina didn’t see anything special about the farm. It seemed normal. Filled with the various kinds of livestock she’d expect to see. So why was it in such a secluded location? Why the guards? If it wasn’t for the way her father came here so often she’d think it was just where he kept his personal store of best animals destined for their dinner table, but because he DID come here so often there HAD to be more to it.
Then she saw him enter the barn, the special barn with the locked doors and the extra guards. For a few moments her heart sank. From the look on her father’s face whatever was hidden in that barn was why he came here as frequently as he did. But how could she get in to discover WHAT was in there? Sneaking past goons patroling the grounds was easy, but getting past guards standing sentry at a normally locked door? That was beyond her.
After fretting from her hiding place for a few minutes Avelina started looking up. She and her siblings had learned that the Humans of this region didn’t understand how different Vulpenites were from them. They had no idea how sensitive their senses were compared to theirs and always underestimated how agile and quick they could be.
I could get in unseen if I went through the cupola on top of the barn, Avelina realized excitedly. Climbing up there unseen should be easy for me, especially since I’ve learned Human guards rarely look up.
Although it wasn’t much more difficult then Avelina expected scaling the barn stealthily required far more time then she’d predicted. By the time she’d crawled her way into the rafters of the barn she worried her father would already be gone.
Her first thought when she looked down and saw her father was that she wished he HAD already left. He’d stripped and was having sex with a woman, a sight she could have happily gone her whole life without seeing. She quickly averted her eyes so as not to see her father doing THAT kind of thing with a woman. She winced at the sounds of his grunts of pleasure, further disturbed by the strange moans of delight the woman was returning.
They sounded almost like she was mooing. She had only gotten a glance before turning away but she’d seen the woman was on all fours like an animal, a collar and cowbell attached to her neck as though she were a cow-woman.
Avelina looked around the barn, disturbed by what she saw and trying to not hear the sounds of her father loudly fucking the cow-woman. It looked at first glance like what the inside of a cattle barn should look like, yet as she looked closer she saw things suggesting it wasn’t a cow that lived in the barn but a woman.
But not a woman that’s allowed to live like a person, she thought as ice ran cold through her veins. Whoever he keeps in here he somehow forces to live like a cow! And my Lord Father is fucking her! Gods, listen to him. Demanding she tell him how much she adores the feel of his manhood in her, and she only answers by mooing. Ugh, such disgusting perversion!
An awful gnawing ball of horror started to claw at the inside of her guts. Because she feared what she’d find if she took a closer look at the cow-woman her father was happily having his way with Avelina put off looking at her again for the time being.
Maybe she’s a Nemorvian, one of those bovine women I’ve read about. They’re valued prostitutes, perhaps she’s a special treat he keeps to himself? Or maybe it’s just a human woman made up to act out the life of a cow. I know my Lord Father is a perverse monster, perhaps this is just some sick sexual indulgence. Maybe even some foe of his that he’s defeated and enslaved this way to shame her? Somehow, as cruel and monstrous as such an act would be, it felt better to Avelina then what she feared was the truth.
I could leave, she told herself. Crawl back out the way I came without taking a closer look. I could let myself believe the woman is just a foe he’s enslaved in an utterly humiliating way. A Human, or a Dwarven woman perhaps. But certainly not a Vulpenite woman, it CAN’T be.
Yet she knew it COULD be. Deep inside she was already certain of the truth and she knew that knowing would make it all worse. Yet she couldn’t stop herself. She HAD to look. She had to know the race of the cow-woman her father was having his way with.
Avelina forced herself to look, focusing on the woman and trying her best not to see the indecent, perverse things her naked father was doing to the woman. A moment later, the gnawing in her stomach so intense she wanted to vomit, she looked away having seen what she feared she’d see.
It was a Vulpenite woman. One with orange-red hair and fur, only slightly more vibrant than Avelina’s. One whose face looked startlingly like hers. A woman who was pregnant, just about confirming who she was.
The horror grew when she looked back, staring into the cow-woman’s eyes. There was no “person” in there, no intelligence. This wasn’t some sick play acting she was carrying out to please her father. The woman was a beast. Something terrible had been done to her mind to turn it into a cow-woman! And the poor woman’s breasts! Massive and sagging onto the ground, looking more like cow’s udders than a woman’s breasts. Gods, what had her father done to this woman?
Just a woman, Avelina thought. There’s no proof she’s my mother. I can leave now and always be unsure, always live not knowing for sure.
As if intentionally robbing any doubt from Avelina’s mind her father slapped the cow-woman’s ass, groaned out in pleasure as he spent himself inside her, then proclaimed, “I know you’ve already given me several male heirs and there’s another already potentially growing in your belly, but gods it always feels good emptying my balls in you!”
Avelina was so disturbed and distraught that she struggled to get out of the barn without being heard. Climbing back down and making it back to her horse without being seen was even harder. But once she was on the horse, once she was riding, she rode hard.
He’s a monster, she thought as tears streamed down her face. More a brutal monster than I could have imagined. And now I know the truth about our mother, or at least enough to understand I need to get as far away from him as possible.
Her mind raced as she rode as quickly as possible back to the Luthanda estate. She wanted to be gone before her father returned. She didn’t ever want to see him again, didn’t want to know more about WHY her mother was being kept like that or HOW she’d been turned into a cow-woman. She just wanted to be gone, to leave the horrible revelation and her father far behind and never look back.
Gather what money and valuables I can take with me and be gone before he returns, she told herself. Leave him a note, telling him I know the truth about our mother and accept my disowning. Vow to never return, letting him know how deeply I wish never to see him again. And make it clear I haven’t told any of my siblings, and that I hope he finds a way to keep this terrible secret better from them than he did from me!
She rode harder, perfecting the words of the letter in her mind. Certain she’d be gone by the time her father returned, and even more certain she’d NEVER return to anywhere near this city. And although Avelina was correct about when she’d be gone by she was VERY wrong about never returning…
To be continued in “She Was Too Low Level: Avelina Luthanda”
The winner of the last poll determined that this story will be continued in a new “She Was Too Low Level” story centering on Avelina after running away and taking on the life of an Adventurer. Below will be some polls helping set that up, starting from the premise that Avelina will be returning as an Adventurer to the same town, where the Guildmaster still runs the Guildhall and where her father, and siblings, still live.
Before fleshing out Avelina’s starting point lets work on the other almost certainly recurring characters.
A “She’s Too Low Level” story would feel just wrong without the same Guildmaster. I have for the most part tried to keep most of the stories self contained, with only some hints at common things interconnecting them. So far there has been no need to worry about continuity or the passage of time, but THIS story requires a significant time jump from the start of the last one.
I like to leave character’s ages vague in these (of age, young woman, older man, elderly man). A problem I realized almost right away is the Guildmaster has always been described as an “older man”. Depending on what’s worked best for the story and character point of view I’ve left that VERY vague, but he’s at least old enough to have retired from the life of an Adventurer so a time jump of roughly twenty years should matter for a Human.
I don’t want to have to deal with aging him up, so how should the story deal with the Guildmaster not having meaningfully aged? (Choose up to 2 options from this poll)
There is a poll below that will deal with WHY Avelina has returned to her original home and that might set up her father as the main antagonist. Whether he is or not he is the main antagonist he, and her (now adult) siblings, will still almost certainly appear in the story.
How much should incest kink be a part of this story? (Choose up to 2 options from this poll)
We’ve established that Avelina looks the most like her mother out of all her siblings. But does that mean she takes after her mother BEFORE she wore the ring of Oohr or AFTER? (Choose up to 2 options from this poll)
Why will Avelina be returning to the city her father lives in? (Choose up to 3 options from this poll)
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