Beauty or the Beast - sex reversal (Camp and Frogger(

[Campion]

Marwen hurried home, shaking the reins of her wagon to inspire the horses to more speed. She'd had some goods sales of her liquers and potions at the fair, but now it was late. A fallen tree had forced her from the main trail and this one was heavily overgrown.
The horses were growing restless, and she had begun to hear howls. Surely wolves would not bother a human? Not on a wagon.
But these were no ordinary wolves, these were dire wolves, descending from the time of the ice age. A pack of them had survived somehow here in the deep forest. Unlike modern wolves, these had learned no fear of homo sapiens, viewing the species as just another source of meat.

When a wolf blocked the trail, Marwen got out her loaded blunderbuss, and fired a hasty shot. It burned the wolf's side and the wolf howled calling in its pack. Marwen laid about herself with her staff, but there were far too many. She had no hope to be saved out here in the depths of the Black Forest.

Meanwhile, at home, Burl had made a scrumptious dinner. He loved to cook and was also quite good at other home skills. The men in the village teased him about it, but his mother assured him that a woman wanted a man with many skills.
So he could use a dagger or sword capably, and ride well. He just didn't relish hunting and killing the woodland creatures...unlike that uncouth wench Gertrude. The woman thought that because she had a bust it gave her the right to roll any man whom she wished.
So far Burl had stayed out of her way, though the other men wondered why. But Burl was looking for true love and devotion. The 5'10" young man was handsome and thoughtful, often singing or composing poetry. His was a lover's sweet heart.

But where was his mother? It was getting late.

 

[Frogger]

Blythe is cursed to be a beast. It shall last forevermore, or until she can find it within her heart to show compassion for others. Being that she is locked away inside her castle… Blythe doubts it shall ever happen. No, she is going to be imprisoned for the rest of her days, with her servants… with those that look after her, but do not, personally, care for her.

A howl tore through the quiet. Are there wolves about? Is there an intruder? Blythe drew back a thick curtain, peering through the heavy snow falling to the forest beyond. It is difficult to make out anything, but… if she looks closely enough, she can barely pick out a small figure just on the perimeter of her property. A thief, perhaps?

It may be cold, but it did little to slow the massive beast down. Her fur is thick, as is the cloak she had thrown about her shoulders. Blythe’s roar of fury echoed, scaring the wolves off… for the time being. Unlike other wolves, these are fearless, ferocious, not afraid of anything a human is capable of. It is only because she towers over them all that they ran off, as it is.

Every breath tearing through her throat, Blythe looked off into the distance, to make sure the wolves are far off before looking to the cowering figure by her feet. It is a woman. It has been so long since she set eyes on someone other than the furniture. Even so, she is trespassing. “Come with me,” Blythe growled, a hand going down to grab onto a small shoulder.

“Wh-What? No!” the woman screamed, fighting against her… but it did not take long for her to realize just how futile her efforts were. Blythe is easily three feet taller, and a great deal stronger than she. “Please,” she whimpered, no longer fighting now, but stumbling after the beast. “Let me go. My son-! What about my son?”

“He is no longer your concern,” Blythe replied without thinking twice. It is true, though. Is he of age to take care of himself? Blythe can only hope. It is not her fault that the mother had gotten lost in this snowstorm, chose to wander onto her property… to trespass.

“Quiet!” Beyond the crackling fire, the toasty kitchen and the warm, welcoming living room… Blythe dragged her to a cell, one of cold stone and unforgiving bars. It was here that she disposed herself of the trespasser, by throwing the woman inside of one.

“Please! Let me go!” The cries echoed off the walls even as Blythe left her, breaking the silence with the sorrow her words held.

 

[Campion]

Burl went to the tavern to see whether anyone had heard news of Marwen.

The bartender was kind but had nothing to offer, but the others who were practically residents at the bar were less so.

"Marwen? Probably leading the horses around a large tree!...Maybe she drank one of her potions...cheer up kid, if she doesn't make it back, you'll get the house!"

Burl's dagger went just under the nose of one of the harangers who pitch backward in his tipped chair, much to the amusement of the others.

Gertrude stood up and stretched her 6'6" frame, taking a deep breath to show off her bust. "Burl, don't you worry your little head. For a kiss, I'll go find your mom and fetch her back."

He wasn't fond of Gertrude, but this was a lot of effort. She WAS a very capable tracker and fighter and without her, his hopes were slim. Given all that, a kiss was not too unreasonable.
So he smiled at her, "Gertrude, thank you so much. While these others are cruel, you at least are willing to help. Here is your kiss."

Burl stepped close to her and tipped his head up, puckering up. but as her mouth came down, one of her large hands gripped his ass and the other his cock. She gave him a halfdrunk sloppy kiss and forced her tongue on him, then lifted him high opened her mouth wide and bit him through his pants.

He screamed at the pain as she laughed. "Little puss-teaser! I didn't say where I'd kiss or where you'd have to kiss! When I get your mom back, I'm going to ride your face until you pass out, then brand each of your balls as mine!"
Burl managed to wiggle from her grasp, his hand over his pain-throbbing cock. Trying not to cry, he went out and got a horse and a lantern, then rode into the forest.

He'd travelled about an hour when he saw the blockage on the trail. His horse picked her way around it, and he saw where his mom had turned off. Quickly, he had the horse trot down that side trail. It was quite dark in this part of the forest, and he heard howls around, so picked up the pace. When he arrived where the wagon had stopped, he found stripped horse carcasses, but also a trail leading off to the side that didn't move like a wolf. He followed it, although the horse didn't like it.

About 1/4 mile away, the trees broke into a clearing with a huge mansion. He led his horse into a stable and shut the door to keep the wolves out. Then he went up and used a huge knocker shaped like a breast to hammer at the door. It creaked open and he went in to dim light.

A voice in the darkness said, "Oh! A young man. You sir are most welcome!" He heard the noise of movement around him until suddenly a lighted candelabra came on, emphasis on the BRA! The metal fixture had seven breast shaped bases, with the candles sticking up where nipples would be. Then the fixture spoke.
"Allo, my sweet. I am Lumina. Welcome welcome! jou mus be ungry! We get you somesing to eat no?"

A grandmother clock, covered with erotic carvings, stepped forward. "Lumi! We must tell the Mistress! Or she will be most cross!"
Lumi seemed to flip her flame like a girl tossing her hair. "What, she won't want the boy to eat?"

Burl was completed flummoxed and thought he was drugged or dreaming, but called out. "I'm here for my mother! She was attacked by something that ate the horses and I'm here to get her! Where is she!"

Suddenly, all the fixtures in the room gasped and they turned to look up the staircase. For there SHE was. Burl gasped at her and gazed in wonder, taking a step back and gulping too.

 

[Frogger]

Is it wrong that she wants to banish this loneliness? To fill this hole that constantly eats away at her, threatening to consume her whole?

Blythe paced about the parlor. It may be more adept to use the word ‘stalk’ rather than pace, but she prefers not to use any words that make her feel more like a monster than she already does.

How else is she going to feel, though? It is impossible to look into a mirror without feeling revulsion, to gaze down at her claws and recall the long, delicate fingers she had, once upon a time…

A low growl slipping free, Blythe began to pace once again… only to find herself in front of a portrait, done in happier times, when she could smile without fear of being judged, of having someone cower in fear.

Disgust ripped through her. No. Never again shall someone look upon her in reverence or in admiration, taken in by her smile or by her beauty. No, instead she will remain in hiding, far away from anyone… and everyone.

Noise from down below drew Blythe from her morbid internal musing, prompting her to turn away from the portrait to go investigate. It is most likely nothing. It is not uncommon for the servants to… stir up trouble because it is far too quiet.

“What is going on here?” Blythe growled, asking no one in particular, being that no one is within hearing range as of yet. Does no one respect her wish for quiet?!

It was when she was halfway down the stairs that she heard a voice, one she did not find familiar. It was not one of her servants. Blythe paused, fur bristling… fury rising as she recognized the voice of a certain… candelabra, one that is known to push the rules… to ignore the rules entirely when it suits her.

Half concealed in shadow, no details could be said for sure, aside from her massive size. “How dare you bring a man into this house!” Blythe snarled, the words echoing off the stone walls. “Without my permission!” A hand pulled her cloak tighter about herself, as if that in of itself might hide her ugliness.

Even so, he was appalled by her presence itself, for he gasped and stumbled back, gulping in fear. Of course he is disgusted. In his eyes, she is naught but a monster, a beast that should not be in the company of one such as himself.

No, wait; did he mention a woman? His mother? No. What are the odds of it being the older person locked away in her dungeon? No, the chances of it are fairly high. A woman is always someone’s mother, someone’s sister, someone’s daughter. Blythe felt a growl crawl up her throat, rumbling throughout her chest. “Have you come to look at the beast, too?” she just about snarled, eyes flashing with fury. “I am the Mistress of this castle. Your mother should not have trespassed. I am keeping her. There is nothing you can do. She’s my prisoner.”

 

[Campion]

Burl had several competing reactions to the appearance of the creature. A spike of fear, for she appeared so savage. But then, there was a strong hint of attraction. He'd always adored large powerful women, despite the jerk in his village.

This female...such a massive bust and wide hips. Her lips so large and thick. He had to wonder what she looked like under her clothes.

He looked at her in wonder and a little confusion.
"just WHAT the FUCK is your problem lady? You drag my mom, a harmless elderly, loving woman in here and imprison her?" He marched up to her fearlessly, his mother was at stake.
"Look just because you are one gigantic enticing hunk of feminine wiles, don't think that you can get away with being a complete Arse! If you don't want me here, then let her go! If you hold me here without letting her go the entiring sodding village is going to be down on your cute fluffy rump. So you get a choice. Keep her and get a big ass full of problems, or...he paused to consider...
Let her go and I'll stay. Willingly. After all, you may have given a crappy first impression, but with a form like that, I have to think you have some pretty enticing curves in that outfit. Or maybe you're some weirdo who's into old ladies? No? Then what good do you get by keeping her. Keep me and you get a willing companion as long as you treat me well."

So what will it be? The old lady or the young guy who thinks you're hot?."

He was breathing fast and hadn't even noticed that he was improperly hard with that massive erection that the women in the village were after.

 

[Frogger]

“Excuse me?” Blythe growled, or perhaps the more accurate description is ‘snarled’ rather than growled. “I will have you know that she trespassed onto my land, and intruded in my home without my permission. If it were anyone else, the consequences would be more severe.”

He lies! A gigantic hunk of feminine wiles? Cute, fluffy ears? Please! Even she knows better than to believe any of that! Nothing about her is appealing, not now, not that she is this… monstrous.

“I am not interested in negotiations,” she felt the need to point out, though it seems obvious. Does he not understand the position they are in? Really?

Uh oh. Truly? No. The village will not travel deep into the forest for one elderly woman… Each citizen is too self-absorbed, too involved in their provincial lives to get curious as to the possibilities of anything different.

Face to face with this… audacious man, Blythe retreated into the shadows… far too ashamed to be so close to one like him. Of course. How did she not realize this sooner? He is able to say such crazy things because he himself is handsome. He is able to face the world and, unlike her, have everyone bow to his will with naught but a charming smile.

“Leave me be.” Blythe fought the urge to threaten him using her claws, and instead let another growl rumble throughout her chest. “It sounds like it is too much trouble to have either one of you as prisoners in my castle. Be gone! Take your mother! I wish to never see you darken my doorstep again!” Blythe dug into a pocket for the key.

“Pinia! Open the dungeon! Let the woman out!” Blythe ordered the grandmother clock, already turning to head back upstairs.

Maybe this is best. Blythe is not suited for company, and… it is best not to be scrutinized within her own castle.

 

[Campion]

Burl was thrilled to get his mom back. But he knew those wolves might be a problem.
"My lady, my thanks for graciously granting me my poor mother. But I would ask two boons of you.

She is old and not spry. The wagon is not going to get Us back lacking horses. I am no great warrior, but you...could you please escort us? I'd be glad to return to spend time with...my new friend. "
As he spoke he approached her at the base of the stairs.

"You are obviously a lady of knowledge. The women of my village are crude. Like monsters, they paw at me, wanting a feel. I can't help that men are so few."

He was right on her now and stepped a few stairs above, so he was only looking a little above to see her. "I see it in your eyes. You have presence. A woman worthy to get to know. Yes, I think this will work fine. You can guide us home. Tomorrow at noon, you can meet me at the same place where we separate and we can have tea here alone.
Am I safe with you alone? I feel safer with you than any other woman somehow." He took her hand and kissed it softly.
"Do I hear mother coming now? By the way, I'm Burl and I didn't get your name." Burl was quite erect from engaging with her. The danger added to his excitement.
"Mother, this brave woman has forgiven us for trespassing and is escorting us safely through the wolves to close to home, isn't that marvelous"

His mother, confused and sleepy, nodded. "Oh that sounds lovely dear. Just in time for tea."
Burl took his mother's arm and that of the goliath sized female.
"I really appreciate your kindness."

 

[Frogger]

Flattery will not work, not on her. It is without merit, and she knows not to believe such pretty lies.

“I will answer no boon,” Blythe replied, her tone cold. “I will let you have a horse, nothing more. I cannot go outside the castle grounds. I will be hunted, killed. I am not willing to risk my life for yours.”

Blythe recoiled from their close proximity, only… he had taken her hand hostage, to give it a kiss. Does he not find her vile? Despicable? Repulsive? A snarl curling her lip, Blythe was quick to snatch her hand away, to bring it close to herself so that he cannot steal it again.

How strange. Is he blind? No, it is obvious he can see. Perhaps he is touched in the head? Now that is a possibility she will have to take into consideration… later.

“You are not safe, not here, not with me,” Blythe spoke up again. “I cannot, and I will not, guarantee your safety. I want you to leave. I do not wish to see you ever again. I want you gone. Do you understand me?” The words slipping into that of a growl, Blythe dared to take a step up… as to tower over him, impose her authority as she sees fit.

“My name? I am not going to give my name, if I am to never see either one of you again. All I want is to be left alone. Do you care to grant my wish?”

Fur bristling at this point, Blythe twisted about as to go down the stairs rather than up, seeing as how he is barring her way. “Lumina!” she snapped. “Will you please escort this young man and his mother out?”

“Wiz pleasure!” Is it possible that this boy is the one? To break ze curse? Maybe! Both the candelabra and the grandmother clock went to escort the two out, as their mistress instructed.

Blythe gathered her cloak about herself, twisting to leave them to it. No features of her bestiality can be seen, now that she is concealed in shadow.

 

[Campion]

Burl was sadden by her reaction, and he coldly replied. "A horse...less than we came with. You know, it's a funny thing, I thought I saw nobility in you, but you slink away like an opossum. Cowardly, and far too fearful of what might happen to ever find out what could happen...so your life will be just this, alone and fading."
"It's a sad thing...I looked at the history of this great manor and could only think that a woman of great heart matched it. But your reply reminds me of an impudent, petulant child. I'm very sorry that you are too frightened to live up to what you should be."
He had said much, maybe enough.
"But my mother taught me manners, did not yours? Before I can leave I should at least kiss your cheek as is proper. Or are you frightened that I, being so big and powerful, will ravish you because you are so weak."
He closed his eyes and tipped his head up. "If you are afraid, I've closed my eyes. Now get over here and give me the kiss that is a visitor's due or are you a thug inside? Your candle will have to set me on fire to make me move if you don't."

 

[Frogger]

Blythe is growling by the time he finished his assessment of her, claws tearing the fabric of her cloak to shreds. How dare he-! Does he truly believe her to be cowardly? Fearful? No! It is not cowardly not to venture out, being that she shall be slain like a beast, nor is it fearful. Tis only the truth. Frightened? Her? Ha! Blythe shall excuse his ignorance, but only this one time.

It came as a bit of surprise, not only to herself but to those in attendance, that she did not end up roaring with fury. It is all she did for the longest time, after the curse was cast. Blythe kept her back straight as an arrow as she turned about to face him, the look upon her furry features murderous.

Not surprisingly, it required a great deal of effort to put a smile onto her face, even if it may come across as gruesome or menacing.

“Proper? I doubt you know what is proper, being that you demand much of my hospitality… not only that, but imply that I am so cowardly as to fear the likes of you. I will, however, grant you a kiss, you ungrateful man.” Blythe managed to say all this with the most polite tone she is capable of wielding, taking a step forward. Perhaps now he will reconsider his outlandish demands. He stands not a chance against the likes of her, thus… if she wanted to hurt him, he would be at her mercy.

A growl threatening to break free once again, Blythe bent… as to plant a kiss upon his cheek. It is customary, after all. He will find it to be not at all pleasant. He is… very handsome, however. It is… not the same for her. This may be the only time she will kiss someone worth looking at until the day she dies.