**Slight disclaimer this story takes place mostly in a fantasy setting with fantasy characters so I put it in the fantasy category but it does contain scenes that might be better categorized otherwise. Specifically, I'd like to mention there is a bit of Nonconsensual and some Gender/Body Swapping so those looking to avoid those categories should consider finding something else to read. Since the main story is a fantasy story and the Nonconsensual aspect isn't the primary focus of the overall story I feel this was the best decision. ***
Victor browsed the online art store he wasn't particularly looking for anything to buy just hoping to get inspired. It had been a few days since he had done any drawings. The site was a great place to look for new ideas, small artists could post and sell anything from sketches and drawings to handcrafted or customized items of all kinds. Victor was mostly into drawing but he dabbled with other things. He specialized in mixing fantasy with modern times and hadn't done anything else he particularly cared for. He had no interest in selling or sharing his work the few times he showed it to anyone they more or less told him he was a pervert because he tended to add more than a splash of eroticism.
He also didn't have a conventional job, instead, Victor lived modestly on an allowance from his wealthy parents. He lived in a smaller two-bedroom apartment without much that made it stand out. He spent most of his time in the art studio he made from the spare room that housed his drawing desk and computer setup. He only really left to eat and sleep or when he had to go out for new supplies. He never made many friends having learned at a young age most of the people who chose to hang out with him only did because his family was loaded. He didn't mind it gave him more time to get lost in the fantasy world of his art.
Victor was about to give up his search. It had been hours and he wasn't getting any ideas maybe just sitting down and forcing a drawing would jumpstart something. He decided to browse one last shop before calling off the search. He opened a random store and he didn't see anything that would fit his style. It actually turned out to be a shop selling mostly art supplies that had been customized. There were some pretty cool things going on but he didn't need any new tools right now. He kept scrolling anyway since some of the stuff looked pretty cool.
The last item in the store caught his attention more than anything else. It was a set of high-end inking pens that had been customized to have different designs on each. There was one that looked like dragon scales another had a realistic-looking fire design except the fire was silver and gold. There were twelve pens in the set each one was different Victor thought it was all pretty cool and the fact they were already high-quality pens made him decide to make the purchase. The items were listed as Magic Markers and were only priced about twenty dollars higher than what the pens would have been buying them directly so it ended up as a pretty good deal. Victor decided to get rushed shipping so the pens should arrive within the next week or so depending on the store operator's schedule.
Victor logged off the computer he hadn't been inspired but ordering the pens meant it wasn't all a waste of time. He spent the rest of the night trying to draw but didn't come up with anything he felt satisfied with. Eventually, he sulked off to bed hoping tomorrow would be better.
Victor woke up early the next day to knock on the door. It was weird because he didn't get many visitors but he got dressed and hurried towards the door. Upon opening the door he was met by a beautiful redheaded delivery girl with a small package and a clipboard. He couldn't remember ordering anything besides the pens and it was too soon for them to arrive but the package was addressed to him so he signed for it and wished the delivery girl a nice day. He set the package down on the counter and went to take a shower. His only guess at what it might be was some souvenir from one of his parents' many vacations. They rarely sent anything but knowing his only hobby was art they would occasionally buy some local art piece while away on some trip. The pieces were rarely to his taste but it was still nice to know they tried.
During his shower, Victor got an idea for a new drawing. His thought had gone back to the delivery girl and he started imagining her stopping at a bar after a hectic day of delivering packages. He wanted to draw her as an elf enjoying a drink as a break from some adventure. After getting the idea he quickly finished the rest of his shower and dried off he stopped to grab the package on the way to the studio, deciding he should at least open the package on the off chance his mother called to ask about it. After tearing open the box he was surprised to find it was the inking pens after all. He had no idea how they got there overnight but it was cool he could use them to finish his drawing when he was done.
It was nearly six in the morning when Vicor put the final touch on the drawing, filling in the last bit of detail a bit of silver streak in the elf girl's hair to add a bit more of a difference from the delivery girl. The drawing came out spectacular. It was a detailed scene of the elven girl at a bar, it wasn't the typical tavern setting of fantasy, the bar was very modern looking. Besides the elf girl taking up the focus of the drawing Victor had added a few other characters to give more life to the piece. Set in the background was a pair of gnarly looking orcs eyeing the elf, and behind the bar was a human bartender wearing a bored expression. The elven girl still took most of the focus as more details had been put into her characterization. Her expression was a bit somber, Victor imagined her adventuring for the day had been less than ideal. Her eyes portrayed her frustration in a unique but obvious way because once was a light icy blue and the other was a deep forest green. The silver streak in her hair gave off the sense that it wasn't the first time she had faced troubles before. The hand on her drink had a cigarette carefully placed between fingers further punctuated her past stresses. She wore a tattered tunic that emphasized her generous breast, some but not all of the tears looked freshly earned.
Victor's eyes were heavy as he admired his work. He honestly thought it was his best work yet and the inking pens were even better than he expected having never used the brand before. He added his signature to the corner planning to go to bed before he could get up. He collapsed on his desk falling asleep instantly. His dreams drifted to the scene he drew he could hear the sounds of the bar. People and creatures of all types could be heard chatting in various languages. Some gruff voices were saying something in a rough sounding language. He started drifting into a deeper sleep as the sounds of the dream began to fade.
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Victor felt a large rough hand on his shoulder stir him from his slumber. The room seemed dark considering his drawing-room took in a fair amount of light no matter the time of day. Had he slept into the night? And who was in his apartment. As his eyes slowly adjusted her saw two large shadows, he could hear them speaking but the words sounded foreign. His wrist felt sore but that was normal after such an intense drawing session. As his vision started coming fully together he realized this wasn't his drawing studio it wasn't even his apartment. It looked like some sort of dank cave.
Victor wasn't sitting at his desk and his wrist wasn't sore from drawing. As he took in his surroundings he realized he was in a chair against the wall of the cave and his arms were chained and suspended behind him. He looked down and was met with another realization Victor wasn't himself. His large breasts were covered by a battered tunic like the one from his drawing. His feet were tied to the chair preventing him from standing.
The shadows stood at the entrance of the cave the light from outside making them appear as large rough silhouettes. They seemed to be arguing about something but they were speaking orcish and as an elf unfluent in the language, Victor couldn't understand them. Panic started to set in for Victor as he realized the gravity of the situation. Somehow he had found himself trapped in the word of his drawings as the elf he drew and he had been kidnapped by the orcs from the bar. The pair stopped and began to approach.
"Let me go." Victor's new floaty sounding voice commanded in common he was unsure if the orcs would understand elvish so it seemed the best choice when he went to vocalize his thought.
The larger orc said something in orcish and the two let out a harsh pair of harsh cackles.
"Silly girl we went through all the trouble of carrying her after you passed out at the bar why would we just let you go." The larger orc said in common.
"I can offer you lots of gold if you let me go." Victor tried he was afraid of where this might be going.
"We already took your gold so what gold could you give us." The smaller orc spoke this time.
