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Herevor grumbled as he dragged the last of the bodies back out into the
sunlight, laying the corpse out next to the four others. He looked down
on the pale, lifeless features of Lianan, the elf drunken master, his
thin face surprisingly peaceful. Herevor noted that Lianan was sober
now, for the first time in the three years the two had adventured
together. The orc Harmak, the dwarf Bronn and the tiny pixie sorceror
Nidwin were all laid out next to Lianan, each of them pale and cold.
Herevor stood back up and grunted from the effort.
Three years they had been together. Three years of hardships,
adventures, glories and defeats, monsters and treasure. And now they
were all dead.
Finally!
Herevor felt almost giddy. He was a tall, deeply tanned half-elf with
very dark brown hair which seemed constantly bushy and spiky. His face
was usually inscrutably neutral, but right now he seemed surprisingly
calm. Even happy. It had taken him this long to actually succeed, but he
was sure his plans were finally coming to fruition now. He gathered up
the possessions of his companions, and slowly and with great effort
pulled their bodies into a makeshift circle. Lighting a small fire, his
mind was racing with the possibilities.
Stripping off his heavy leather overcoat, he began walking around the
bodies, softly chanting an ancient ritual in the sylvan language. He had
almost succeeded in getting his friends killed before, but usually one
or two of them had survived, and he couldn't go through with his idea
when that happened. So most of the time he had been resigned to help the
other survivors drag the bodies back for resurrection, or an application
of raise dead. But this time, in the tomb-vault of King Theodred the
Mad, the luck of his friends had finally ran out. Herevor had heard
things about the tomb, and strategically avoided passing that
information on. So when the trap triggered to envelop Harmak and Nidwin
in a deadly gas, instead of rushing to their rescue he had stood back.
And much like he expected, a second trap had triggered as Lianan and
Bronn had rushed in, catching them both in a vise of sharp blades.
He had been disgusted, he did admit that as he kept walking and
chanting. He liked his friends, he really did. He was doing this out of
affection, really, and it had been very hard to stand back and let them
die. But he had managed to keep his nerve until he was sure they were
all dead, and then slowly avoided both traps to recover the bodies. He
liked the mismatched band that they were, but he had always felt it
could be... better. That things would work smoother between them if
things were... different. He smiled and kept chanting while he picked
out a few jars from his pack. Carefully, he applied the ritual oils and
pigments to the cold bodies of his dead friends as his prayer continued.
It would work. He knew it would work. He had prepared too long, studied
too hard for it to fail now.
He finished the ritual chant, and stepped back. The wind rustled the
leaves of the small glade outside the wide, yawning mouth of the tomb
complex. For a few moments, Herevor thought he had done something wrong.
That maybe his friends didn't WANT to come back. He shuddered with at
the thought, picking his coat up and donning it again. He looked down at
the pale, stiff bodies again. What if he had been wrong? He had doomed
himself and his friends. He had...
The wind turned into a sudden gust, tossing dried leaves around the
forest floor. There was a faint prickling at the druid's neck, as if an
unseen presence flew past him, and vanished once more. Then a faint,
silvery glitter began to form around the bodies of his friends. At first
it was just small sparks, like those created by a Will-o-the-wisp, but
soon they intensified, and increased in volume. Soon each form was
suffused by light, their faces illuminated by the silvery glow. Then the
glow grew into a burst of light that made Herevor shield his eyes with
his gnarled hand, and he heard a cacaphony of odd noises.
He felt a rush of excitement. It was working! It was working! There was
a sound as if from water filling a clay jar, and a weird murmur as if by
ghostly voices, and then the glow faded, and Herevor dared to look
again. His heart skipped a beat. There were four new bodies lying on the
dirty ground, each one next to the corpse of one of Herevor's dead
friends.
Next to Harmak's tall, muscular form was the short, perky-looking body
of a gnome girl, her neck-length hair a pleasant almost-white blonde.
She had a cute, curvy figure for her short height and an open,
expressive face. Her eyelids were closed as if she were sleeping.
Herevor's eyes roamed over to Lianan, and next to the elf's dead form
was another elf, this one obviously also a female. The woman was taller
and much fuller than Lianan's pale frame, with a large bosom and wide
hips. Her skin was black and her long, back-length hair pure white. Her
fine facial features and gently pointed ears proved she was a drow.
Herevor suppressed a sudden tightness in his pants and looked over to
where the pixie Nidwin lay. Next to him was the MUCH larger form of a
female orc with a mohawk of dark red hair that trailed off into a
ponytail. She was quite muscular and fit, but surprisingly attractive in
a feral sort of way. Finally, Herevor looked at the body that had
materialized next to the dwarf, Bronn. Next to the short, stout bard
with the enormous bushy beard was a slender, elegant-looking girl with
tanned skin and a cascade of hair that resembled a veil of dark green
leaves.
Almost beyond himself with self-absorbed joy, Herevor walked over the
the drow girl and bent down over her. He felt the faint warmt of breath
from her lips, and saw her speactacular chest heave a little. She lived!
As Herevor rose again she moaned a little, looking as if she might wake
up any moment. Grinning, the druid busied himself by dragging off the
dead bodies of his friends and stripping them of clothes and equipment.
As he was busy pulling the heavy armor off of the orc Harmak's body, he
heard a voice behind him.
"Herevor? What happened?" The voice was soft and feminine, filled with
confusion. He turned around to see the gnome girl had awakened, and now
sat up. "What happened to me?"
"Harmak?" Herevor inquired carefully. He had no idea if his spell had
worked as planned, or even who was in which body. To his relief, the
gnome girl nodded. "Sorry old friend," the druid responded. "You died.
You all died. I had to bring you back. There was no way to get your
bodies back to town on my own, and I couldn't leave you." The lie felt
so smooth and convincing he almost believed it himself.
"No!" Herevor heard a feminine scream from behind him. He turned around
and saw the slender female who had appeared next to Bronn sit up and
examine her body, pawing desperately at her soft chin. "No no no no!
Herevor, what have you done!" she yelped.
With the racket, soon the other girls woke up as well. The drow lass
shook her head, unused to being sober, and miserably asked for a drink
before noticing the odd weight on her chest. The orc was totally
disoriented, trying and failing to get used to her altered body size
and structure. Herevor tried to look as concerned and helpful as he
could, going between his friends and explaining once more what he had
done. He noted that not all of them seemed to accept his story at face
value.
"My beard!" Bronn complained, waving her slender arms at the druid as if
he could snap his fingers and restore her dwarven form.
"...can't believe it, you utter bastard..." the orc shouted, ranting
about how Herevor had betrayed their mutual trust.
"I really need a drink," the drow said miserably, sitting on the ground
and running her fingers through her newly discovered mass of white hair.
"How am I supposed to prove my strength now? How? Answer me that you
miserable weak-jawed pointy-eared treehugger!" the gnome girl shouted at
the top of her lungs, almost jumping up and down and occasionally aiming
a kick at Herevor's groin.
"Ladies!" Herevor began, but at the angry scowls he received he cleared
his throat and corrected himself. "Friends. The important part is that
we're all alive again, and we can continue our adventures. The most
powerful magic is said to be able to restore even someone who lost their
original body, so if we just stick together..."
"You're just saying that because you love that we all came back as...
women," the orcess grunted.
"You always were a horndog. Here," the drow said, with a hint of
Lianan's old cheerfulness.
"I won't contest that the view is... nice" Herevor chuckled. "But the
important thing is that you're all alive and healthy. But first..." He
looked over to the gnome girl, who was struggling in vain to don
Harmak's leather armor. "...I think we need to get you new gear."
***
They arrived back on the outskirts of the capital after a few days of
relatively awkward trekking through the wilderness. Through switching
around some of their old clothes, the party members had assembled some
very basic makeshift clothes to at least protect them from the elements.
Bronn was now wearing the boots Lianan had worn on his original body,
and Harmak had squeezed a few of Nidwin's old pixie clothes over her
small frame. Out of all of them, Lianan seemed to take the whole thing
the best, chuckling and making lighthearted jokes over the situation,
something which seemed to only make Nidwin and Harmak more annoyed.
Nidwin in particular had decided that Herevor had planned all this from
the start so he could have some attractive forms to ogle during his
travels. Of course, that was the truth, but that didn't mean herevor was
in any hurry to admit it. Fortunately Lianan and Bronn seemed to believe
his insistence that the reincarnation ritual was totally random, or at
least not caring that much over the result. Herevor had a feeling
Lianan's tune may change once they hit populated areas, however. As a
high elf he had enjoyed a modest amount of derision from some other
races, but as a drow...
Their small amount of bickering and thoughts were broken off as they
exited the forest onto the paved road leading to the capital, surrounded
by farming communities. From their vantage point they could already spot
the towers of the capital in the distance.
"Right, now remember," Bronn whispered. "Everyone act as if this is your
natural form. The more we seem like we're not what we seem, the more
suspicion we'll get."
The others nodded sullenly.
"Can we stop for a drink frist?" Lianan asked hopefully.
"After we shop," Herevor shrugged. "Otherwise we'll never have time to
find what we need." The drow girl seemed dejected, but nodded.
The oddball group started down the road towards the city. They only
attracted a small amount of attention from other travelers and farmers
working their field. Adventurers traveling down the King's Road was not
even remotely uncommon. Lianana's drow form, only poorly concealed under
a hooded cloak that was far too small, got the most stares, and more
than a few angry glares. Herevor noted there were quite a few catcalls
and whistles after the group as well, and frequently had to restrain
Harmak from charging one of the young farmers who had made a lewd
suggestion at the group.
As the party continued, morning turned into afternoon. They arrived at
the new city gates, set in the makeshift new city wall which had already
grown too restrictive to contain the sprawling ramshackle buildings
spilling out of the city proper. The guards gave them a brief
investigation, but their signed adventuring and reclaiming license
seemed to allay their concerns.
"What did you whisper to him to make him grin that way?" Nidwin asked
Herevor suspiciously as they left the gate and headed into the crowded
streets of the city.
"Oh nothing" said the druid airily.
"Spill the beans, or I'll break your kneecaps," the gnome growled.
"I merely said that he needn't worry, because you are simply my
concubines."
There was a muffled laugh from behind him, while Harmak growled angrily
and Nidwin went into a very profane rant. Nevertheless, Herevor managed
to make the group keep moving before they caused a scene. After about an
hour of searching through the streets and alleys, they came upon their
target - a stout building with a large storefront window and a plethora
of signs all over it. Over the door hung a sign which proclaimed "The
Wyvern's Arsenal - adventurer equipment and fashion". As they neared it,
the company saw a plethora of weapons, outfits on dummies and assorted
knickknacks in the window.
"Fake gold coins," Bronn said in an amused voice. "And that sword is
just a prop as well. Oh and hey, this big staff her is just an illusion!
You can see it flicker if you look at it from this angle... good trick."
"I guess they're not dumb enough to leave valuables that easy to steal."
Lianan nodded, and the group entered the store.
The sore was surprisingly roomy inside, with lots of shelves and display
cases stretching into the back, and a rickety stairway leading up to a
second level. A number of assorted adventurers were browsing through the
store, and a few briefly looked over as Herevor and his group entered.
As they closed the door, a pretty young blonde girl rushed over to them,
smiling and curtseying.
"Welcome to the Wyvern, how may I help you?"
Bronn opened her mouth to speak, but Herevor cut her off. "The ladies
had their wardrobes ruined while out in the field. They all need
makeovers," he said smoothly, having practiced the line in his head as
they walked there.
Before any of the girls could protest, the saleswoman clapped her hands.
"Oh of course! You poor dears, you look like you've been through a lot.
We'll have you taken care of so quickly you won't even know what
happened!" She clapped her hand again and two more girls appeared at her
sides. "Come with us, please," she said, and Harmak, Nidwin, Bronn and
Lianan were swept away by the saleswomen, with Herevore strolling
behind.
Despite loud protests, the group soon bustled into a section surrounded
by dummies displaying women's clothes and armor, with dressers and
displays showing off various models and cuts. Herevor regarded a
chainmail bikini with a grin while his friends were pushed into changing
rooms by the two saleswomen. The blonde who had greeted them walked up
to Herevor and cleared her throat.
"What style would your friends like, do you think? We have the gamut,
from very mundane and practical to quite extravagant."
"Hmmm" Herevor tapped his chin. This was an opportunity too good to
pass. "Make sure they're each very fashionable. My girls do love to look
pretty. But don't tell them I told you that." He winked
conspiratorially.
"Of course sir!" she whispered. "We'll make them all shine!" And she
hurried back towards the dressing rooms.
Herevor chuckled, and sat down to wait.
***
The inn was crowded and noisy, as was common for popular adventurer
drinking holes in the evenings. The party were relaxing at their table,
though the tension between them had in no way abated. In fact, some of
the girls were even more livid after their shipping experience, and
Herevor was again trying to pretend he was as shocked and surprised as
they were.
"This is ridiculous," Nidwin mumbled, sipping red wine from a glass. The
orc had been give quite the makeover, with her long dark red hair now
washed and carefully collected into a dreadlock braid. She wore a collar
around her neck, and a clingy pale vest which left most of her midriff
bare, as well as giving her a plunging neckline. A tight bottom of the
same creamy color covered her groin, amounting to little more than a
bikini, but sprouting a skirt that covered her rump and the back of her
legs. The outfit was accessorized with boots and armbands, as well as a
pair of purely decorative bands around her thighs which accented their
shape. She fidgeted a little, not used to the outfit yet. "I don't see
why this is any better than a proper robe..." she muttered.
"Come on, you look lovely." Herevor tried to sound encouraging as he
sipped his mug of ale.
"That's easy for you so say!" Harmak snarled, thumping her tankard into
the table so hard that their empty dinner plates jumped. The gnome had
also been cleaned up considerably, with her hair brushed and styled into
a cute bob. She was dressed in a leather harness with a built-in bra,
connecting into a belt which kept a furred loincloth in place. Her
thighs were bare under it, but she had a pair of fuzzy boots and
fingerless leather gloves. "You still have your dick," she growled.
"It's not so bad, Harmak," Lianan slurred. The drow was now comfortably
drunk again, which had made her even more laid back towards her current
situation. She had even managed to not attack a pair of raucous half-
orcs who had shouted very offensive racial slurs after her earlier. Like
the other two, Lianan's long silver hair was now clean and adorned in a
few thin braids. She was dressed in a form-fitting one-piece which
wrapped around her neck, then covering her breasts before diving between
her legs and up her back. A generous amount of dark skin was displayed
by a cutout, and she had a simple silver necklace (scavenged from
Lianan's old gear) complement her eyes and hair. She had long,
fingerless gloves which reached up to her biceps, and thigh-high tight-
fitting stockings which ended in loops under her bare feet. The entire
monk outfit was adorned in pleasant spiraling patterns. "I'm actually
loving feeling the breeze on my..."
"Lia!" Nidwin snapped, but the drow simply giggled and continued
drinking her wine.
"You guys still have it better... She insisted I show off my... erm...
assets. Or so she said." Bronn blushed a bit. Her green leaf-like hair
contrasted her deep green eyes, but her outfit amounted to little more
than a leaf-styled top wrapping tightly around her breasts, and a skimpy
bottom in the same style. The ex-dwarf seemed a little awkward about
it, but mostly just touched her utterly smooth chin as if she hoped her
former beard may sprout back out. At least she had downed most of a huge
tankard of dwarven ale with no ill effects, proving her slender new form
was not entirely useless.
Herevor leaned back. He could not have been happier with the work of the
salesgirls, even without much input from him. Of course he had
encouraged the girls as much as he could, even though he had been unable
to convince Harmak to go with the metal bikini the salesperson had
offered.
"'ow musch for the dark elf, brother?" The party turned around as one as
a somewhat pudgy, red-faced human in ill-fitting plate armor stumbled
against their table, holding the edge to keep himself steady. His nose
had evidently been broken at least once, and he carried himself like he
may have been a competent fighter in his younger days. Or at least more
sober days.
"Excuse me?" Harmak said with a dangerous tone to her voice, edging in
her seat.
"Sorry luv," the man slurred. "Not into shortstuff." He leaned further
in, giving a drunken smile to Lianan, who looked at him with a mixture
of puzzlement and amusement.
"We're not for sale," Bronn sighed. "See I knew this would happen..."
"What about hire?" the man slurred. "I got gold!"
"No," Nidwin growled. "Now piss off before I cut your dick off and stuff
it down your throat."
"Alright, alright" the man grumbled, stumbling off the table. "No need
to get pissy. Buncha stuck-up co-" The man never finished the sentence,
as Herevor had risen and punched him squarely in the jaw. The sinewy
strength of the druid was more than enough, and the man crumbled to the
floor.
"Don't ever insult them," Herevor said. He noticed that several people
were getting up from a table at the far end of the room, looking angry.
"Friends of his I guess" he mumbled to the girls.
"You'll... regret that..." the man on the floor said, flopping over and
pulling a sword clumsily.
Suddenly there was another rush as the approaching men were intercepted
by a group of well-armed and formidable-looking guards. The barkeep, a
massive muscular man with a bald head and a gold earring, approached the
man on the floor and glared down at him. "No weapons" he growled.
But the fallen man didn't take the very obvious hint, and swung clumsily
at the bartender's legs from a lying position. The bald man easily
avoided the swipe, but the friends of the drunk had started a fistfight
with the guards, and soon the entire room was erupting into pandemonium.
"Good time to make our exit?" Bronn asked, noting that their presence
had been forgotten already. The others nodded, and quickly headed up to
their rooms as the row intensified below. Herevor entered his sole room,
slamming the door behind him and sighing with relief. He thought they
might have been in danger there, and had surprised himself by defending
his friends that way. He had for some time wondered if his manipulation
meant he'd only cared about their bodies, but he suddenly felt sure that
he did indeed care about them as friends. The attractive exteriors were
merely a bonus. He pulled off his jacket and boots and slumped back on
the rather comfortable bed, stretching after the long day's journey.
There was a soft knock on the door.
"Who is it?" Herevor walked over to the door. He expected it to be one
of the inn staff, out for restitution for starting a fight in their
establishment.
"Liana," came a soft voice. "C'n I come in, Here?" Somewhat confused,
the druid opened the door, allowing the drow monk to enter. Despite
being slightly tipsy, she moved with the absolute grace and style of a
master martial artist. "I just... wanted to thank you. For defending my
honor." She giggled a bit at the bizarre situation.
"Uh, you're welcome, friend," Herevor chuckled, sitting back on the bed.
"Not that I don't think you could have taken that schmuck down easier,
quicker and with more style. But yes, you're welcome."
The drow laughed. "Oh, but it was the first time I ever saw you do
something like that. You really do care about us, don't you?"
Herevor considered the question silently for a moment. "Yes. I guess I
do," he admitted, and knew it was true. The drow girl walked closer, and
before he could react, she had leant in to kiss him gently on the cheek.
"L-Lianan what...?"
"I've always liked you," the elf whispered. "Always knew there was a
decent man hidden under all that selfishness and perversion" Her slender
arms reached behind her neck and unfastened a clasp, making her one-
piece outfit peel off her large, soft breasts.
"L... Lianan, you're drunk, we shouldn't..."
"I'm not drunk out of my wits, Here. I'm not that easily affected by
alcohol, which you should also know. But ever since we... died... I've
felt... well. An attraction. And I know you have too."
"M-maybe so." Herevor suddenly felt very self-conscious, blushing
through his deeply tanned skin and feeling a familiar push against his
leather trousers.
"I know you made us come back as women intentionally, because you liked
it," Lianan continued, peeling her onepiece off completely and dropping
it on top of Herevor's coat. "And I don't care. I like it." Herevor knew
there was no point in claiming otherwise now, Lianan had always been
perceptive like that. As he watched, she peeled her gloves and tall
stockings off, standing completely naked before him once again. "What
happens tonight... is a long time coming" she said. "Nobody needs to
know."
He nodded, and began removing his clothes, still unable to grasp that
this was really happening. She approached him, and leaned in to kiss him
again, her soft body pressed against his. He half expected her to spring
back and shout "GOT YOU!" as the others burst in laughing at him, but it
never happened. Instead their kiss seemed to last forever.
"To friendship," he said.
"To friendship," she smiled, pushing him back into the bed, as the sound
of the downstairs scuffle trickled through the floorboards.
It was a night to remember.
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