Teamwork?! (Vanity x runawayninja)

[runawayninja]

Rafe sighed and poured over magic tomes for what felt like the fiftieth time. These old books were hold overs from his time at the magic academy he went to in order to learn magic and start a career as a mage. But unfortunately, things had not gone well. He had set up a home here in the port city of Kassander, without knowing that there would be stiff competition here. There were a number of accomplished master and even journeyman mages of all strips, which meant breaking in as a novice was difficult. He'd need some poor customers with few alternatives, since magic was seen as strange and dangerous, and it's users were typically aloof with many wild rumors flying around about them.

He closed the tome he knew already by heart. The local Adventurer's Guildhall already had his name on a list of their list of available novice mages, and he had posted some fliers, but there seemed to be little more he could do than walk. He put on a cloak and decided to go for a walk, hoping that something, anything would happen to him. He shut and locked the door to his home, a modest residence that most people would consider lavish, if small. It wasn't an estate, with only a few rooms, but it was hardly a shack. It was just outside of the city in a more natural area where he could practice and focus in peace, but it seemed now that it was serving him little good. With much on his mind, he headed towards Kassander.

 

[Vanity]

The last few days had been hazy at best for Erin, filled with false memories and second guesses. His life had been quaint before, although it was not without intrigue. The eldest child and only son of a knight, Erin had been destined to follow in his footsteps. He had trained in the art of swordplay from his father as his father had done before him, and while he was hardly a master it had been enough for him to step out on his own once he was of age. Erin had turned his blade over to less honourable purposes, preferring to sell his skills for coin as a lone mercenary. His time on the road had given him a keen survival instinct that had kept him alive all this time, refined as the few years passed by. He felt as if he were indestructible.

And then he met a woman. She was a beauty the likes of which Erin had never thought had existed. At first Erin had thought that she was a mirage or a hallucination, unable to contemplate such physical perfection, but alas, she was a living, breathing human being. Erin had spiralled into insatiable lust at the very sight of her, and would have pursued her across mountains and seas if he had to. He had very nearly done so, until he heard the soft tingle of her voice creep down his spine as she spoke to him. He wanted her and she wanted him, and Erin held back the urge to take her right there and then in the middle of the street. She slowly led Erin back to her home, and he followed like a lost puppy.

Other than that, however, Erin could barely remember a thing when he woke up that morning. He remembered lips against his, legs wrapped firmly around his waist and then… the feeling of something thick forced down his throat, slithering into his stomach and making him want to vomit. He felt legs crawling and claws biting. He passed out then, and awoke many miles away from any kind of settlement, certainly not in the same condition as he was previously.

His hips had grown wider, his legs longer and his muscles fading into lithe, graceful limbs. Most noticeably, his chest had gained a pair of large, supply breasts. Even his thick black hair had grown longer, although it was still not quite down to her shoulders. A quick glance in the shiny metal of his sword showed that even his face had become more feminine. Erin had turned into a seductress of a woman, not helped by the leather and steel armour he wore which seemed to huh his figure more so than usual, incredibly beautiful but he was far too confused and distraught to ever see that as a good thing. Most would argue that he was now more attractive than the woman who had tricked him into this mess, but the thought was just too bizarre for Erin. He… ‘she’ knew of magic as all did, and while she had little experience with such power she knew that it was likely the cause of her ailment. Thankfully, it would also be her saviour.

A clenched fist rapped against the wooden door of the building. Erin had managed to trek to the nearest city she could; a quaint port town by the name of Kassander. Erin herself had never visited, or even heard of this city before. She hit her fist against the door again, eager for a response. If the ramblings of a drunkard who had tried to hit on her were anything to go by, this was the home of the only mage in the city that Erin could actually afford with what little money she could get from selling scraps. She just hoped that he was a lot better at his trade that his price implied.

“Hey, mage!” she called out. It stunned Erin for a moment, not quite used to the sound of her own voice yet. “Are you in there? Open up.”

 

[runawayninja]

Rafe was startled by the sudden sound of someone beating at his door like a....potentially wronged person. He frowned softly and grabbed his staff, a long piece of oak that twisted in the middle and was capped with a metal headpiece resembling a raven in flight. He held it towards the door as he slowly opened it, peering outside. Instead of some burly tough that might be intending to bash his head in, he found a rather attractive young woman. A VERY attractive young woman for that matter. Still, pretty packages could hide deadly traps, and he stood wary, even as he opened the door wider to his residence. The interior was decorated with many strange and unusual objects, such as odd trinkets, animal and beast skulls, and crystals.

Rafe himself was quite handsome, young and lithe with an athletic figure from trekking cross-country. He was tall and his demeanor slightly imposing as he stood firm and unrelenting in the face of a possible attacker. Long silvery blond hair was tied back into a ponytail that stood against a deep blue cloak over his simple clothes. He looked her over, his eyes wandering over her form almost as obviously as if they were groping hands over her body. "Well...what can I do for you? I warn you, I can more than defend myself..."

 

[Vanity]

Erin leant forwards, about to smash her clenched fist against the door again with a lot more force, but the door creaked open half an inch before she had the chance. Between the frame and the door she spotted an eye, which stared at her for a moment. It scanned her, looking the woman up and down, taking in every feature. Erin stared back, a cocked eyebrow and a hand resting on her hip, until the door was finally pulled open. A mage stood before her, tall and garbed in blue robes. He was a magician alright; there was no doubting of that. She hoped quite desperately that he was up to scrstch.

He seemed a nervous soul though, hesitant to even hear Erin’s plea, let alone try to hear her. It was not particularly comforting. While the urge to push herself into the building and force him to devise a solution lingered in her mind for a little longer than it should have, Erin feared that would simply scare the man more. Instead, she tried a softer approach, much to her irritation, relaxing her shoulders and letting her arms fall to her sides. She felt uncomfortable.

“I’ve been looking for a magician in the city and I was directed to you,” Erin said to the figure standing in the doorway, her voice far softer now. It was almost pleasant to listen to. “I’ve been cursed, I think. I have coin to pay if you can fix me.”

 

[runawayninja]

"Fix you?" He arched an eyebrow as he shut the door behind her, allowing her into his home and offering her a seat upon a roughly crafted wood chair. "Well to fix you, I'll have to know what's wrong first." His eyes seemed glued to her form, even though he tried to pry them away. He didn't mean to stare. But her attire and armor was clearly not crafted for her, and she looked just about ready to bust out of it. He wasn't about to say whether or not he had the talent or ability to and lose a potential client, something he needed badly. Magic items and tomes aside, he could starve without a steady income.

 

[Vanity]

“Yes, I need… fixing, so to speak,” she repeated, following him into the building and then further on into some semblance of a living room, littered with tomes and relics of all origins. Erin followed the man eagerly with short, swift steps, and sat herself down on the wooden chair which the mage offered for her. It gave a soft creak as she sat, weighed down by steel and flesh.

Over the next few minutes, Erin slowly began to retell her story to the man. She talked briefly about her life, although spared the majority of the details for the sake of not boring the mage with her tales. Erin focused on her trip across unfamiliar lands to the city of Kassander, and then finally onto the frightfully beautiful woman that had gotten him into this catastrophe in the first place. Every word that fell from her lips was more uncomfortable to say, and despite Erin’s straight face throughout it all her cheeks had turned the faintest shade of red.

Erin stared back at the mage, a frown still on her face. He stared back, and she held the position for a moment. “Is there a cure?”

 

[runawayninja]

Rafe stared for the longest moment in disbelief. He looked like someone just told him an offensive joke and he didn't know what to make of it. He looked at her up and down again and then he sighed a long moment, looking down. It looked like this would be outside his ability. "I'm sorry, but I don't have the skill to do something so...extreme. And it's outside of my field of study, I'm not a..." But an idea crossed his crafty mind. A scheme that, if played right, would satisfy both his intellectual and his...worldly desires. Plus, it might very well get him the experience and coin he needed to become a respectable mage.

"Well...maybe there's something we can do for each other. You can't afford a more expensive mage. I can't help you without access to better materials. Right now, it's rather dangerous for me to adventure alone...I could use the services of a warrior to help me keep dangers at bay while I give you enhancements and blast minions from afar. Working together, we could make a lot of gold and find...who knows what. I'll work towards helping your...condition, and we'll split whatever we find. How does that sound?"

He smiled a bit. "But...I need an analysis of your state so that I can study it...rise up and take off all your clothing, I have to study you..."

 

[Vanity]

Erin had noticed that this meeting had become one that was filled with more stares that it had been words. The mage continued to stare back blankly, confused. The wandering warrior wondered for a moment if he was still breathing until he began to move his head, scanning her once more. He was either in shock or knew that this was completely out of his depth. It seemed to be something of both. Erin was about to leave, believing this to be a waste of her time, but the mage had a proposition for her, and she wasn’t in a position to argue.

This mage wished to hire Erin as a mercenary, accompanying him with his various errands which likely included dragons, the undead and a miasma of other bizarre creatures. Most would find such an offer bizarre and often completely suicidal, but Erin had made a living from being a sword for hire. She found it quite a comforting prospect, returning to something familiar. A split of any valuables found was an enticement, but the chance for the mage to work on a cure was the only condition that Erin truly cared for.

She smiled, or at least attempted to, and held out a dainty hand. “It’s a deal,” Erin said, fighting back the urge to argue for her taking sixty percent of the profits.

The mage, however, wished to start his experimentation as soon as possible. If it had been any other time or place, Erin would have walked away without a word, but she was willing to do just about anything if it meant being one step closer to fixing the ‘damage’. Slowly, Erin began to strip off what she wore, turning the already tight suit of armour which left little to the imagination into absolutely nothing. She pulled off her belt, letting the small selection of equipment, her sword included, fall to the ground, and then began to unbuckle the metal and leather plating from her body. This in turn allowed that to slip off of her body.

Within seconds, the warrior woman had stripped down to nothing, pieces of leather and steel surrounding her feet. Erin held as neutral a position as she could, but the mage before her ensured that she felt as awkward as possible. No longer concealed by clothing, every feminine curve of her fresh body was revealed to the mage, a toned and shapely figure devoid of even the slightest blemish. Only a single sign of her previous masculinity remained, and that hung limply between her legs.

 

[runawayninja]

Rafe stared at her, his cheeks turning the tiniest shade of crimson as he was exposed to her naked beauty. His eyes feasted upon her every luscious curve, her every delicious inch of flesh. From her massive breasts, to her supple hips. And then there was the cock. Standing out so uniquely, in such a way that it made her look so strange, and yet there were so many possibilities with this form. His imagination raced. His mind reeled at the sexual possibilities. He wanted her. He wanted to possess her. "Well...you are indeed cursed with a parasite." He stepped closer to her, his eyes shifting from a predatory look to one of curiosity. Rafe licked his lips while behind her, circling her. He smiled while behind her and his hands slowly ran up the curves of her hips and along her sides, reveling in the feel of her silken flesh.

"I'm going to have to investigate your current state...thoroughly." His hands slowly ran along her ass and he walked forward, slowly groping her breasts firmly. "Yes, you are...very female." Then he smirked a bit and his hands slowly ran down her belly to stroke along her cock. "And this is certainly no illusion..." he said with a soft squeeze.

 

[Vanity]

Erin tried to keep herself calm and relaxed, but the pair of eyes staring at her, whether examining or gawking she couldn’t really tell, made it incredibly difficult. She closed both her eyes, trying to focus on the mage’s words rather than the chilly draft that nibbled against her skin. It did something to help, but Erin could still tell that she was being watched.

“A parasite?” she asked, her brow furrowed but her eyes was still shut tight. Erin hoped that it was simply a term he used for a type of curse, rather than a living creature making her this way. The thought made her quiver, both with fear and disgust.

Her body shivered again as she felt a pair of hands against her flesh, running down her sides and tickling her flesh. Not a word escaped Erin though, allowing the mage to do any inspection that he wanted if it meant finally fixing her. The words that the mage whispered into her ears helped inspire some confidence in Erin that he was examining her, as opposed to violating her. Hands continued to run up and down her sides, Erin struggling to stop her body trembling as they moved upwards to grope her tender breasts and her firm rear. She had never felt something quite so bizarre.

The firm hand around her limp cock, however, was something else entirely. It was far more sensitive than it ever had been before Erin had become a woman, and the start of a moan fell from her lips. It blended into a surprised gasp, her body stiffening up at the very touch, and her body stumbling backwards and pressing herself into the mage’s chest. The urge to force back her elbow, striking the mage and freeing herself, was almost overwhelming, but something stopped her. The feel of the man’s hand sent tingles up Erin’s spine, and she felt the soft flesh slowly begin to harden.

It felt purely bizarre.

 

[runawayninja]

"Mmhmm...I have heard of this before...it's usually caused by a parasite. Mmm...I just have to make sure it went alright and that...nothing was damaged." He smiled as his hand continued to stroke along her phallus, using a soft, gentle motion that was quickly speeding up. He grinned as another hand came around and softly stroked her feminine slit, his fingers moving up and down, his thumb pushing up against her clit.

"So...does everything feel like it's in working order?" She felt his slowly press up against her from behind, his own cock iron hard...and huge from the way it felt.

 

[Vanity]

The idea of a parasite, something living inside of her, made Erin’s limbs tingle and her stomach churn. The only thing that kept her mind off of it was the assault of hands that moved to her groin, groping and stroking at the sensitive flesh that lay there. Erin wasn’t sure if it was a better feeling or a worse feeling, but all she knew was that she was feeling very uncomfortable. The ongoing arousal, fighting against every urge to resist, was clearly winning, as her cock gradually became more erect.

Erin struggled for breath as the mage continued to attack her with gentle strokes. “It all- It all works,” she said, finding the hands against her cock relatively familiar, but the fingers invading her entrance something else entirely.

And then she felt the mage’s hips grind against hers, and the creature that dwelt between his legs too. It was erect, incredibly so, and the pillar of flesh rested against Erin, pressing against the cheeks of her rear.

“What do we need to do now?” Erin asked, a murmur in her voice.

 

[runawayninja]

Rafe smirked a bit. He could sense a good opportunity here, and he wasn't about to let it pass. He smiled wide and look at her from behind, his hands not stopping their work at all. "I have to inspect you...thoroughly. Make sure everything works fully...sorry, but your word isn't good enough...I have to see it for myself." His hand continued to pump her hard, pulsing cock, but his fingers left her wet, slick pussy in order to bring out his raging hard on, pulling it through the robes. He leaned his cheek up against her neck and whispered softly. "Surrender." The word was laced with magic as it entered her ear.

With that simple, subtle spell, he licked his lips and slowly pushed his giant dick into her newfound waiting, wanting womanhood, intent on showing her that her current state...wasn't all bad.

 

[Vanity]

The word “surrender”, as it was whispered into Erin’s ear, caused her whole body to shiver. She knew it was from fear, as the emotion slowly danced across her nerves, but the feeling was clouded by confusion and the slightest hint of arousal. The mage’s touches, running across her tender flesh, were doing exactly what she feared would happen. Each touch tingled, and it only served to amplify that arousal. Forcing her thighs together, Erin only felt them grow damp, and her cock continued to thicken and lengthen. She was sure that it was much larger than it had been before she was transformed, although she was not in the position to check.

If she were not so shaken, she might have even said she liked these touches. She had never felt another man’s hand grip around her hardening cock, but his movements were rough and lustful. Even his fingers which danced in and out of her new womanhood, a feeling which Erin had never expected (or particularly wanted), felt oddly divine. She tried to force back a moan, but her new feminine voice could not resist letting out a long groan of pleasure.

Then, suddenly, his fingers vanished. Erin held still for a moment, confused. She felt rather lacking without them, for it was an abrupt ending to something which felt so appealing. The woman turned her head back to look at the mage, and while Erin had intended to try and strike him and escape which she could, she failed to do anything but softly bite on her lower lip, her eyes displaying nothing but want. A pretty face turned so lustful.

The mage pushed Erin’s torso forward, causing her to bend over and push out her firm rear. He was willing to give her what her body wanted, and in place of a pair of fingers Erin felt something significantly larger press against her clitoris. In the brief moment she could register what it was, she panicked again. As womanly as Erin had become, she did not want to feel a cock thrust inside of her under any circumstances.

And yet, she accepted it. The flailing in her arms faltered almost instantly, as did her kicking. The word “Surrender” fluttered around her head like a piece of parchment caught in the breeze. It controlled her. A spell of some kind?

“…More,” she whispered.

The feeling of the mage’s cock, far larger than his fingers, was sublime. Another guttural moan forced itself from the back of Erin’s throat as the spear of flesh slowly sunk deeper into her. She found herself started to push her hips backwards, slowly taking in more of the man’s cock, and her hand moved down to her own cock, meeting the mage’s hand and continuing to stroke herself with assistance from the mage. She felt so unbelievably embarrassed, but the spell tricked her body into wanting more.