Author's note: May contain both male-to-female (gender bender) and nonhuman transformation. May contain monster sex, impregnation, and female submission.
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That night I decided for sure. I would not be leaving.
This new island was mine, I thought.
I earned it. The rotting piles of beastmen corpses had proved that. It wouldn't be an easy play, but if I could hold onto this land, that meant nobility.
Admiral no more. Baron Victor, I thought with a smile. Or maybe Duke? This was my chance.
Returning personally would make it harder to hold onto the land. An appointed governor might be sent in my stead. Therefore a letter would have to suffice in place of my presence.
I wrote about our ships wrecking upon the undiscovered isle. A terrible storm had blown us way off course. Then how we had been immediately confronted by the Empire's ancient enemy, the feral beastmen.
Its astonishing, our mortal enemy, and they virtually welcomed us. Isolated here they were stepped in ignorance of our nature. They were more curious than aggressive.
I wrote how I ordered the salvaging of the broken fleet to construct the Tidepoint stronghold. And then had executed Sevantus's ploy, albeit on a much smaller scale. A two part attack, first to draw off their men, then a secret flank into their village.
Once we slaughtered all their flea-bitten females, we withdrew, and they fell right into the trap. As crudely and hastily constructed the Tidepoint stronghold was it still held strong. The enraged mongrels struck our walls where we had complete advantage, and they were nearly all finished.
The few that remained were enslaved.
While I was wrote by candle light one such slave brought me my supper. Rations were running low but the island was rich with fish and fruit.
I knew he was younger and was quite passive, which was good for a slave.
"Eventually once we made contact with the empire again, you will fetch a good price," I told him. "You beastmen are extinct on the mainland, and soon on this island too now that we exterminated your females."
He held his head low, even at my taunting. We had beaten any insubordination out of them. Yes, I nodded, this rare specimen would be quite valuable.
I however, was unaware that he had hadn't been initially captured after the Sevantus ploy, but had snuck in some days after.
I didn't know he was just a hair too young to be slaughtered upon the stronghold's walls, a few days away from being considered a 'man.' But that he had seen his tribe die. Nor had I any idea the ancient eldritch device he had dropped into our well, which lay dormant until that night's full moon.
I never noticed or cared, I was very focused on the letter. It would make or break my career.
The Rose, the new ship, would be completed soon, to embark back to the mainland. So the letter had to be finished.
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That night as I slept the full moon shone. And in the stronghold's well the eldritch device activated and pulsed with a red glow, as if calling out. And the water in the well answered as did the very blood in my veins, glowing under my skin in matching oscillations.
I dreamed that night but it was unlike any dream I had before. It was a vision as real as the waking world.
I was surrounded by a beastmen tribe, but not as enemies, no they were... family?
Yes I had always lived here, always this way.
I was a beastman, and I here I was a girl.
It was like a second life.
I had always been female, I was born that way.
I was one of them.
And finally one night we gathered.
Now I was old enough to be an adult, to be claimed as a mate.
We danced around the fire, late into the night.
He grabbed me, I didn't stop the dance, grinding against him.
This was a formality, he was a faceless shadow but I knew it was him.
I was ready, overcome with arousal beyond my understanding.
In front of the tribe he would take me.
"I Torrik claim you as my mate," he said and the words seemed to come from outside the dream.
Yes, I whispered, accepting the culmination of the dance.
I was on my knees and he was taking me.
The dream changed and suddenly felt too real. I could feel it.
The smell, the feel of the sheets as I bit down, my heart pounding.
"Oh yes," I moaned as he thrust into me again. But it felt stranger still. The bonfire was gone, and my voice echoed off an empty room.
"Oh god," I realized, this isn't a dream is it? I was in my room! I was in the Tidepoint stronghold.
How was this even possible? I braced myself with arms covered in fur.
I twisted my head around, to observe the slave from earlier mounted behind a backside that shouldn't be be mine!
"Ohhh!" I moaned as he tugged a tail I shouldn't have and pulled my ass back into him. I felt his cock press into where my missing manhood should have been! How?
"What is happening?" I was so confused. I was a man damn it, yet I could not deny my pussy was being filled with a beastman's cock.
"I claim you. You will be my mate and carry our offspring."
To hell with that! I was a commander in the Ruritanian Navy!
"No stop," I shouted, "Stop!" This nightmare had to end.
"Stop?" he laughed, "You stop first."
I tried to freeze, but couldn't. Dance of the dream still pounded in my head and my body moved to the dream drum. I thumped my ass back in rhythm to the mystical beat. Dastardly disobedient hips betrayed me, working in time with his thrusts.
"No," I whimpered, as tears streamed down my face. "No!"
He paused, "See?" And it was just me, moving my ass back and forth, working my pussy over his despicable cock.
"Faster," he commanded and gave my ass a slap.
"Ohh," I moaned lewdly, and felt my rhythm speed up.
I felt him dominating me, claiming me, and I couldn't stop him. I couldn't even stop my own body from fucking him even harder.
I was driven by an uncontrollable instinct to mate with this dirty beastman slave.
He went fast and faster, rutting into me as I moaned in pleasure.
Then he dug his hand behind my head and pulled me up hard by my hair.
He leaned in and whispered "You're mine now," and I felt him begin to ejaculate into me.
"How dare y-," I began to argue, but then I felt it. I gasped in shock because I knew I was being marked as his. Like an ethereal mist the feeling billowed into me, a feeling of being claimed.
After, I curled up and began to sob uncontrollable. This couldn't even be real! And yet somehow I felt 'owned' by this slave? None of this made any sense!
