Hi all. This is my first web published erotica, and writing it was quite hard (in more ways than one!) since I had to go up against a lot of internal resistance (I come from a very sex-negative background.)
So please be gentle...though not too gentle. :)
This was not originally the story I had planned to write - I had quite a few others in mind. But I guess I ended up writing this one first, for various reasons. It was also highly experimental for me because I tend to be ultra-perfectionistic and revise and edit things far too often for my own good. I've tried NOT to do it with this work. I hope it comes out ok!
Many thanks to Fool's Page for the idea of elfsluts, and the late, great Jack L. Chalker for getting me into this whole growth and transformation thing.
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Daphnia, princess of Erecia, stared at rage at the usurper to the throne. Rampillion, the Crimson Mage, stared back, a smirk crossing his cruel features. They had been facing off for minutes now, casting spell after spell at each other in a desperate battle of wills and magecraft. And though she hated to admit it, Daphnia knew she was losing.
No one had expected the overthrow of the ruling family. Rampillion had worked himself up through the ranks of the mages slowly but surely, exhibiting not only uncommon skill but a powerful intellect and great charisma. Behind the mask of the devoted and well-mannered student had lurked the mind of a madman. He had started as a mere neophyte but the moment was right, he struck with a coup d'etat that seized power from the throne in a matter of days. Before they knew it the royal family had been cast out from the castle, sent to heavens knows where, and she was almost taken captive herself. Only her own defensive spells had alerted her to what was going on.
She was too late to prevent the coup but not too late to fight back against the self-styled Crimson Mage. She mustered all her magical strength in a last-ditch effort to overcome his spell barriers, but it was no use. With a wave of his hand and another damnable smile, he sent the bolt of power she had loosed away. And then before she could erect her own defenses, he retaliated.
A cocoon of bright red energy flared from his fingertips and gathered around her. Daphnia gasped as she felt pinpricks of energy race through her body. A mage of no small stature herself, she knew how much power Rampillion must have channeled in order to make such a working. He was more powerful than she had given him credit for...but all thoughts soon left her mind as the spell began to take effect.
The first thing she was aware of were the bodily changes. She could sense but not see her ears lengthen and point upwards, and her hair, normally a mousy brown, turned golden and lengthened to the small of her back. Her skin darkened to a metallic sheen, and her feet grew small and dainty.
She collapsed to the floor as the spell continued to do its work. Daphnia had never really given thought to the size of her breasts before...they had always just been there, modest endowments on her small frame.
But now, they surged outwards from her chest, swelling into twin protuberances easily the size of the melons she saw in the marketplace. Her hips flared outwards, and her bottom became full and rounded. Her entire body was being reshaped...reshaped into something else.
She knew what was happening to her even as she denied the reality of it - she was being transformed into an elfslut.
The creation of an elfslut was forbidden magic, and she had only ever even read of it once, when she was transcribing scrolls as part of her apprenticeship. No one knew who created the spells, where they came from, or why they had been designed in the first place. But exist they did, and when cast, they turned the victim into a hypersexed version of the elves of old, possessing curves and proportions that no normal woman would ever have.
But her mind...her mind remained untouched. She supposed that he must have adapted or modified the casting in order achieve that effect. She was still herself, with all her memories, her personality, her identity, but with an entirely changed body that looked nothing like what she was before. That was a cruel game of his - to entrap the last resisting member of the royal family in the form of an elfslut but the mind of a mage.
As the spell finished its work, her eyes became heavy-lidded with sleep, and she stared at the Crimson Mage in hatred as lethargy stole over her. The last thing she heard before succumbing to oblivion was the mage's cackle in her ears.
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When Daphnia came to, she was chained to the wall of the castle dungeon. She spent a long, restless night there, unable to do anything but shake herself about helplessly.
All that studying, that education, the struggle for perfection it the casting of spells...all useless now, it seemed. Doubt and frustration raced through her. What would happen to her now? Where was the rest of the royal family? What would happen to her kingdom? The princess of her kingdom, now reduced to a mere plaything.
With her new senses, everything seemed different. The cold metal of the shackles was more real, and she could somehow smell the stillness of the air as well as feel it. Side effects of the spell, she supposed. She could still sense the mana flow, but she could do nothing about it - another of the Crimson Mage's devices. The newly transformed princess shook in ineffectual rage as she imagined him laughing that demented cackle again.
But what was the worse was the desire that she felt. It welled up in her loins like a living thing, tempting and tormenting her. She wanted sex. She needed sex. Sex of any kind - men, women, it didn't matter. Visions of fornication danced in her head, making it spin. She writhed and twisted in her shackles, trying and failing to scratch an itch that would not be quelled. Daphnia the princess had no time for carnal activities of any sort, but Daphnia the elfslut could think of nothing but it.
When the morning came and her cell door was unlocked, she was panting heavily, her ponderous tits heaving. Then someone entered.
A man...who was he? A soldier of the kingdom, or her jailer, or even one of the kitchen staff...she didn't know and it didn't matter. All that mattered was that he was going to fuck her.
Without preamble, the man seized her wide hips plunged himself into her in a quick motion. She barely had time to moan in pleasure before he locked his lips to hers. They rocked together in unison for a while until with a grunt, her the man came deep inside her.
The afterglow was like a drug. Daphnia was no stranger to induced trances - they were necessary for her magical practice - but this was something else entirely. Her whole world seemed flooded with a haze of ecstasy, her body quivering in bliss. She lay in that euphoric state for what seemed like minutes, warm cum dribbling from her slit. It felt good...so good! Like nothing else mattered except that unending pleasure.
So it was no surprise that she didn't notice the man leaving, nor was she aware of the several others that came in minutes later until they stood around her, grinning, erect cocks in hand. She supposed that she must have come here because they knew who she was...the ex-princess of Erecia. Or maybe they didn't know and all they saw was a curvaceous, willing slut.
She didn't think to ask because soon, her mouth was too occupied with sucking rigid penis after penis, feeling them swell in climax and deposit load after load of cum onto her tongue and down her throat. Those who were not fucking her mouth chose her other hole instead. Man after man took her roughly from behind, and she squealed in rapture all the way.
Hours later, they left her on the floor of the cell, huge breasts caked with semen, sweat-stained and well and truly fucked. She panted as she gazed at the ceiling, too tired to even move. The itch had finally left but she knew it would return. That was how the spell worked, after all.
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That was to be her life from then on. The next morning, she was led stumbling out the cell into the bright morning sun, and then from there on to her new duties - which basically involved her fucking whoever wanted her.
No one seemed to know who she was, or care. The pennants of her family had been taken down and replaced with the standard of the Crimson Mage. It was like her entire lineage had never existed.
And no wonder...how could anyone tell that the pretty curvy thing that was available for anyone had once been the princess of the land? She caught a glimpse of herself in a well once, en route to another fucking, and couldn't help but gasp - her face had changed as well, with almond-shaped deep golden eyes and high cheekbones. She had always thought her nose a bit too large but now it was small and pert, her lips full and plush. All that combined with her prodigious chest and other curves made it hard for anyone to resist her.
Her daily schedule involved being taken by anyone and everyone. She serviced the kitchen boys, the house wardens, the stablehands and the random soldier or traveler that passed by. Gender was no barrier - men and women both found her overdeveloped form equally desirable. Each night she was brought back to her cell, where she would try and fail to forget the indignities of the day, often ending with her hands between her legs. The itch was furious and her thirst never seemed to be slaked.
She wanted more. She could barely admit it to herself but one man (or woman) alone was not enough. Though she tried to block it out, the memories of that first night in the cell kept coming back to her. She yearned to be the centerpiece of the orgy once more, where rough male hands would caress her overdeveloped body and penetrate her restless orifices.
She tried to keep the desires at bay with calming thoughts and meditative practices, but everything she had learnt in her apprenticeship was nothing against the tide of elvish desire.
She wanted it...oh how she wanted it. Her whole body sighed and groaned with need, to be penetrated and taken. She caressed her overfull breasts, her stiff nipples and her leaking slit the entire night, but it was never enough. No matter how much sex she had during the day, the nights were the worst. Time seemed to drag on as she tried and failed to satisfy herself.
