Author's note:
Hey!
This is just a sexless intro to a story that is going to be a collection of short (4k words), episodic chapters, each of them with a different species from mythological/fantasy sources, such as orcs, vampires, minotaurs etc, and each of them with a unique set of kinks. You only need to read the intro to grasp the story, the following chapters can be read individually.
If it wasn't obvious yet, the main theme of the story is futas/dickgirls on a cute femboy. ;)
Enjoy!
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"You'll pay for that, boy... You'll pay for it dearly."
In a panic, Adrius crawled backwards on the mossy ground, his eyes glued to the shining crystal atop the staff of the young, mysterious woman that stood before him, slowly closing the distance between them. His foot pulsated and ached, and around him lay several strangely shaped flasks, most of them still intact but a few having been shattered from his fall, the pink, luminescent liquid that they had contained now soaking into the ground. While escaping through the woods had initially seemed like a good idea, he hadn't taken all those treacherous roots sticking out of the ground into account...
"I'm sorry, ma'am!" he cried in a high pitched, rather feminine voice, still attempting to crawl away from the danger he was facing.
The woman scoffed at him. "You're sorry? You break into my hut, steal my potions, drop them on the ground, breaking them, and you think I'll be satisfied with a 'sorry'?!"
With a large rock now pressed against his back, Adrius suddenly found himself with nowhere to flee. The woman stopped a few feet in front of him, her staff wedged into the ground between his legs, as if to show him that he was at her mercy. Sweaty and shaking, he looked up at her frowning face as she impatiently awaited an answer from him, her foreign, narrow eyes narrowed even further in a frown, and the beige, almost golden color of her skin not too dissimilar from the fall leaves in the trees above them.
"I... I had no choice!" Adrius stammered.
"Oh, shut it," the woman spat, angrily flashing her teeth at him. "What reasonable explanation could you possibly have for wandering into the middle of the woods to steal from a mage?"
Adrius gulped. "I need to make money somehow..."
"Then go steal from some rich aristocrat," the mage argued. "I'm sure they have more money to spare than me."
"I don't choose who to steal from..." Adrius explained, the lump in his throat growing bigger by the second. "My boss does..."
"Hmph. Organized crime, huh? Just as I thought. You're nothing but low-life scum."
Adrius looked at her with tearful eyes. "No... It's not like that... I've tried everything, there is no other place for me..." While it might have seemed like a made-up excuse to most people, Adrius was actually telling the truth. Having lived in the slums his entire life, his situation had taken a turn for the worse when his parents had succumbed to starvation only a year prior to the present day. His only chance at survival had been to turn to a life of crime, and thus, he had joined an infamous band of thieves that operated across all of the human empire.
But the mage wasn't buying it. "Spare me your horseshit," she growled, lifting her staff off the ground and grabbing it with both hands, similar to how one would take up arms in preparation for battle. "You are going to regret what you did to me for the rest of your life. I will make sure of it." With that, she aimed the crystal tip of her staff towards the terrified boy and closed her eyes as she began to mumble unintelligibly. Before long, a bright, yellow light was cast from it, along with a high-pitched, resounding noise.
"Wait!" the boy cried, a hand raised in front of his face in an attempt to block out the strange light. "Please! I'll do anything to repay you! Anything! I'll..."
The mage chuckled menacingly. "I do not want your repayment, boy. I only wish for you to suffer the same humiliation that you have put me through. You, whose greed and selfishness blights this world... I hereby curse you. From here on out, the demon that dwells within you, the true
you,
shall emerge, and with it, every aspect of your life shall be taken over. Your appearance, personality, mannerisms... The world shall view everything that lies buried deep beneath those innocent, boyish looks of yours for what it really is. May the goddesses cast their righteous judgment upon you."
As the light emanating from the mage's staff got even brighter, Adrius merely sat there, too afraid, and, truth be told, too awestruck to do anything to defend himself. Not that he knew what he could possibly have done in a situation like that, of course. He stared wide-eyed at the mage, at her long, pitch-black hair rising into the air in complete defiance of gravity, until it the strands stood straight out from her head. Paired with the long, pointy hat she wore, the shadow she cast onto the tree crowns above them almost looked like a monster, and perhaps that was befitting.
At last, a concentrated beam shot out of the staff, hitting Adrius head on. He tried to use his hands to shield himself as best he could, but it had little effect. His entire body was showered in a continuous ray, and while it initially seemed completely harmless, he would soon be shown that such was not the case. At first, they made him feel warm. Then hot. Then... well, burnt. It was almost as if the rays penetrated his clothes, his skin, his muscles, all the way down to his bones, like every single particle of his body was on fire.
The mage watched with glee as the light faded, Adrius' body instead starting to emit steam from his every pore. His pained screams were like music to her ears, especially accompanied by the way he started to roll and thrash on the ground like an idiot. Of course, she knew that he was in no real danger. It would hurt a bit, but he would be fine in the end. Well, perhaps not fine, but unharmed at the very least.
Soon, his body was no longer visible under the cloud of steam that his body was releasing, and that's when she knew that the transformation was really about to start. She couldn't help but think that it was a bit of a waste to do something like this to a boy like him, one that was barely an adult, and quite frankly rather attractive. Perhaps not her type, but he did have a certain androgynous, pretty-boy vibe that would surely be appreciated by others. If it weren't for his short stature, skinny frame, and an overall very unkempt look, he could easily have become something that women would swoon over.
After a while, the steam began to dissipate, and the screams came to a halt as well. With burning curiosity, the mage almost bounced up and down with impatience as she awaited the reveal. She could already picture it, the same cute, young boy from moments ago, replaced by a fat, balding slob, reeking of body odor and craving food and alcohol... After all, there was no way a greedy, inconsiderate person like him could turn into anything other than something vile, something that would be forever mocked and ridiculed by onlookers.
At least, that's what she thought...
As more and more of the boy became visible, the expression on the mage's face slowly went from an almost childish excitement to pure shock. What lay on the ground in front of her, moaning and writhing as he recovered from the painful ordeal he had just gone through, was nothing at all like what she had expected. Bald? Fat? Ugly? No, far from it.
What she saw was a being of pale, rosy skin, without as much as a single blemish or pimple, so hairless and smooth that he almost seemed to shine... Long locks of golden hair, fuller in volume and far glossier than before... Two rows of perfect teeth that had lost every last hint of discoloration... But what stood out most was his shape. Other than the apparent loss of body hair and sheen on his skin, his upper body seemed to have remained largely unchanged, but his legs were unrecognizable.
The changes that were made to someone afflicted by a curse of this type were limited to changes that were humanly possible. Growing horns, tails, or claws, or to radically change the color of skin and hair was out of the question. When it came to things like muscle mass and body fat however, any increase or decrease that a person could naturally go through was entirely reasonable to manifest in the cursed individual. And in Adrius' case, that much had been proven...
All in thanks to the torn, flimsy shorts he wore, his new set of legs were almost entirely visible, and they were indeed a breathtaking sight to behold. As if formed by a decade of daily lunges and squats in the thousands, and with the luck of having a fat distribution that many women would kill to have for themselves, Adrius' thighs and butt were like nothing the mage had ever seen. Round, smooth and soft to the touch from the looks of it, and so thick and voluminous that he might as well have stuffed himself with a pair of pillows.
"So this is the true you, huh?" the woman said with a smirk. "I have to say, I'm quite surprised."
With half-lidded eyes, Adrius stared into the sky above. "Coh-... coh-..." he stammered, clearly not in response to her, but rather thinking out loud.
"Huh? What was that? Speak up, boy."
A drunk-like smile spread across his lips. "... Cock..."
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Having been blessed with the most comfortable and sudden sleep ever, Adrius opened his eyes only to find himself in an unknown location. Squinting as he took in the foggy surroundings, he quickly realized that he had been brought inside someone's home. But before he had the chance to ponder over just what had happened just a few hours earlier, he started recognizing the place. A place he had been in
very
recently...
"Finally awake?"
That all too familiar voice was impossible for Adrius to hear without feeling shivers down his spine. Despite how the various strange lights that surrounded him stung his retinas that had not yet been given sufficient time to adjust to the brightness, his eyes nonetheless sprung open and fixated on the figure standing across the room. That pointy, black hat, that long, purple dress, the cauldron in front of her, and the strange jars filled with questionable ingredients adorning the shelves behind her... There was no doubt about it, he had been taken back to the very same place where he had just been stealing magic potions.
"No need to panic," the mage spoke as she stirred around whatever content was in the cauldron. "I'm not going to hurt you."
Adrius sat up on the bed where he had slept, a surprisingly comfortable mattress with a soft blanket made from animal hides covering him. "Uh... what's... what's going on? Why am I here...?"
The mage shrugged. "A few reasons. Mainly because I felt like I owed you some shelter for the night."
"... Why?" Adrius asked, perplexed over why he didn't find himself in the middle of a dark, cold forest.
"Well, it looks like I was wrong about you," she explained. "You didn't end up looking like I thought you would."
"'Looking like...'? What are you talking about?"
Without a word, the mysterious woman dropped her ladle and began walking towards him, picking up a mirror from a small table. "I'm talking about this," she said, holding it up in front of him.
Adrius looked into it, at first thinking that it was just a strangely lifelike picture of a young, pretty girl, but one thing stood out about it. Whoever the person was looked
a lot
