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Red, Red Wine
A "Twisted Glenn" Tale
by Trinity
Podryn sat at the bar of the Crimson Hen and tried to drown his worries
with ale. He was an unassuming lad, shorter than most yet heavier than
some, and his brown hair was currently flopping any way it felt. He was
dressed like a typical squire, leather boots with sturdy cloth pants and
a tunic that looked like it had seen some time.
The Hen was a tavern typical to the forested villages of Twisted Glen,
mwith wood beams crisscrossing the ceiling with very little stone work to
be found. The tavern was mostly empty now, the village folks either
making their way home or just far enough to find a nice muddy alley to
pass out for the night. He himself had only arrived a few hours ago, and
now he was in the tavern fulfilling his main duty as a squire.
"And what might that be?" Asked the pretty woman behind the bar. She had
long brown hair and wore a dress that accentuated her curves that, though
she was well older than Podryn, made her very attractive. Crimson was the
name she used to introduce herself, though he hardly believed that was
her actual name.
"I'm in need of some rather... delicate assistance."
"Ah, looking for a girl are we?" She smiled as she wiped out some
recently cleaned glasses behind the bar.
"Yes, but not for me!" He blushed, and after making sure they were alone
he continued. "My master upstairs would like some female company in the
form of a ginger, but I've scoured the village and have found none!"
"Ah, well you're master probably knows of the village of Red Tree due to
it's reputation of having the loveliest ginger girls in all of Twisted
Glen."
"Yes, everyone knows that, but where are they?"
She shrugged, "A Lord from Pilliwinks came and took all of my ginger
girls back to his estate for the weekend. He probably talked some other
girls into going as well."
"Is... Is that even possible?"
She smiled, "Well, if you've got the money."
"So you can't help me?" He looked desperate, and she could tell something
was bothering the young man.
"I have a some other girls here that are available, a blonde in
particular is the favorite of passing knights."
"You don't understand. Sir Killick wants what he wants and there is no
swaying him. I once came back empty handed and he spent the night
throwing empty bottles at me. The next time he threatened to cut off my,"
he blushed again and motioned to his pants, "and that was because I
couldn't find triplets..."
"This Sir Killick sounds like a prick."
Podryn looked around again and leaned in close, "He is. He is a gigantic
prick."
"Then leave his service. You squires can do that, am I right?" Crimson
was done cleaning and was now giving Podryn her full attention.
"I have no where else to go. My father and two brothers all got turned by
the pink mist, and now they work at a brothel in Rocky Point. Sometimes
my father has moments of clarity and remembers me, but then she goes back
to spreading her legs for any willing participant."
"I'm so sorry to hear that, the pink mist really is a son of a whore."
Podryn shrugged, "I'm not entirely broken up about it. My father and
brothers were all assholes to me after my ma passed, and watching them
turn into wanton whores was kind of amusing." He laughed to himself, and
Crimson raised her eyebrows.
"Well, young Podryn, you have a dark streak on you."
"Thanks, but I'm stool looking forward to a night of torture." He
finished his ale and slammed the glass down on the wooden bar.
Crimson waived as the last man left the tavern, then leaned in close to
Podryn. "What if I could help you? What if Sir Killick could have his
ginger lady tonight?"
"Yes, I'd give anything!"
"I wouldn't say "anything" without first hearing what I have to say." She
quickly walked over and locked the front door. She then went around the
tavern and pulled all of the drapes so the windows were covered. Soon
after she was behind the bar again, before stooping down and bringing a
bottle of red wine up from below. "This... This will give Sir Killick his
ginger lady."
Podryn looked at the bottle, then looked around the room. "I'm sorry,
what are you getting at?"
"This is a magical wine. Whoever drinks it will become a lovely ginger
girl."
"You're shitting me."
She smiled. "I am not. I also have a brown ale for brunettes and a beer
for blondes... You see, I don't typically show these off as the King has
banned all magical drinks."
"I still don't see what you're saying."
"Well, you said you'd be willing to give up anything," she motioned down
to his pants, and he looked down before a look of acknowledgement dawned
on him.
"Gods! You want me to drink this and go rut with my master?"
"Why not? I know many men who have had a little drink of this and had the
night of their lives. Of course, I have a potion that will change you
back to normal in the morning."
"Gods, I can't even... I mean, I haven't even..."
Now a look of awareness crossed over Crimson's face. "You're a cherry,
aren't you?"
"What? How did you, I mean..." In a strike of good irony, his face then
went all cherry colored.
"If you're afraid you won't know what to do..." She then raised her leg
up on the bar and threw back her skirt. Even though he long leg looked
toned and irresistible, Podryn was still beside himself with anxiety.
"I know what to do! My friend told me all about it!" He lied. All he knew
about rutting was what he had seen his dogs doing in the garden.
Crimson smiled, "Well, I guess it really doesn't matter what hole you let
him in anyway." Podryn didn't even know what to say to that comment. "I
see it like this, young Podryn," she dropped her leg and leaned in close
again, "you either spend the night getting beaten and verbally abused, or
you drink this and experience something incredible."
He was quiet now, trying to take in all of what Crimson was saying. "And
there's a potion?"
"Yes, right back to manhood in the morning."
"How would I act? What do I even say?"
"Most men don't care if the lady is already willing. Besides, I'm sure
you've overheard a rut or two?"
In fact, Podryn had listened almost nightly to Sir Killick's love making.
Just last night on the road to Red Tree they had come across a young
woman who was lost, and Sir Killick allowed her to stay at the campsite
with them. Of course if her breasts had been any smaller he would have
sent her away, but as it was they rutted all night as he tried his best
to get some sleep. "No, you're right, but will it hurt?"
"Only if you let him stick it in your ass."
Podryn almost choked. "Gods! I meant the magic! The transformation!"
She was laughing again, causing her breasts to jiggle slightly. "No, it
will actually feel pretty good after a moment," she then shot him a
wicked grin, "the same holds true for your ass." She was now pouring him
a glass of the red wine as she tried to stop giggling. As Podryn lifted
it up he noticed that he had never seen a red wine that was so dark.
"Just drink it?"
"Yes."
"And my clothes?"
"The magic takes care of it all." No other words were said between them
as Podryn lifted the glass of wine to his lips and took it all in.
Upstairs, Sir Killick was polishing his armor, wondering why Podryn was
taking so long. As he worked his chest plate, he looked at his
reflection. Age was beginning to creep in on him, but he was still a very
ruggedly handsome man. He chuckled, thinking of how the young girl from
the night before had enjoyed his company.
There was a knock at the door, and Sir Killick laid his armor on the
small dresser and walked over to the door. "By the Gods, Podryn, if you
don't have..." His words caught in his throat as he saw a beautiful
ginger haired young woman outside the door. She was wearing a white
bedroom gown, but Killick could see two large breasts straining against
the fabric.
"May I come in, my Lord?"
"Gods, of course!" Podryn then entered the room, trying his best not to
freak out. He had only been in her new body for a few minutes, but
already she was regretting her choice. She could still hear Crimson
laughing from when the change finally took hold. She said she had never
seen someone grow breasts so large, and she only had a small gown for
her. So now she was wearing a gown that made her look like a whore...
Which when she thought about it, probably summed up what she was at the
moment.
"Thank you, my Lord." She was trying her best to act womanly, but she had
very little experience with women in the first place.
"Gods, you are beautiful!"
Podryn blushed at the compliment, "Um, thank you, my Lord."
"Enough of that "Lord" business... Call me Sir Killick."
Podryn wanted to roll her new green eyes, but felt that would be in poor
taste. "Yes, Sir Killick." She then made an effort to curtsy, but didn't
know which way her legs should go.
"I'm... I'm sorry, but what are you doing? Do you need to use my chamber
pot?"
"What? Gods, no! I was just... I'm just a little..." She didn't know what
to say, and Sir Killick was beginning to look at her like something was
wrong. He began to back away, and Podryn felt she had to do something
fast. In an instant she had pulled the gown over her head and was
standing naked before him as his jaw nearly hit the ground.
She tried to not make eye contact, instead she looked down at her new
body. Red curls fell past her shoulders, slightly covering her large
breasts. Her skin was a darker than most gingers, and she had freckles
covering most of her body. And while she could not see it, Crimson
assured her that her bottom was "Deliciously plump".
"Gods! You are magnificent!" Sir Killick said as he did his best to undo
the strap holding his pants up. It was the moment that he freed his cock
that everything Podryn had signed up for came into focus. "Come, my
lady... Delight my weapon with your tongue."
It was an invitation that Podryn had not expected. She was a virgin
still, and had no idea that such things occurred in the bedroom. She tip
toed closer to him, but had no idea what she would do once she got to
him.
"My, you are a shy one!" He playfully leapt across the room and met her,
before pushing her head down until she was on her knees with his cock
right in front of her lips. It was smaller than the cock she had as a
man, yet he looked positively proud of it.
"Um, what would you have me do?" Podryn knew that she only could ask so
many times, but she was at her wits end at the moment.
"I wish for you to lick my weapon, my lovely ginger." She reached up and
took the cock in her hands and then licked it like she would a candied
stick. "Yes, keep going like that." Her tongue continued to lick his
shaft, and after a few moments Sir Killick looked restless. "That's fine
and good, but are you going to swallow it?"
Not wanting him to get more frustrated, she wrapped her mouth around his
cock and took in as much of him as she could. He grunted and placed his
hands on her red hair, directing her movements. Soon she was bobbing up
and down on his cock, and Sir Killick talked throughout the entire
ordeal.
"Yes. Just like that! Polish my weapon! Polish my sturdy weapon with your
tongue!"
If she was being honest with herself, she couldn't see why he was making
a big deal out of her sucking on his cock. She didn't enjoy one bit of
it, and she was beginning to be glad that his cock was as small as it
was.
"That was wonderful, my lady, but I wish to inspect your cavern now." He
then lifted her up and tossed her on the bed, before crawling beside her.
The fact that he was speaking in riddles was making her more confused
than she already was. She had no idea what cavern he was talking about,
and for a moment she thought they would get dressed and explore some near
by cave. It was while she was musing this riddle that she felt a tickle
on the inside of her thigh. She looked down and saw that he was running
his hand up her thigh until...
"Oh Gods!" Podryn couldn't help but scream out as he found her new
feminine flower. His finger began to circle as he teased her opening, and
while the act of sucking on his cock was forgettable this new action was
causing her insides to stir.
"Do you like my technique, dear lady?" He then pushed a finger inside of
her, and she thought that she was going to burst into flames.
"Gods! That is incredible! Oh!" Moans were escaping her lips now in rapid
fire combustion. She was feeling things that she had never felt before as
a man, and she wanted to feel more. "Gods, I want more!"
Sir Killick smiled, "That shyness has washed off of you, my sweet flower.
Do you wish me to slide my weapon into your sheath?"
"Oh! Gods! I don't know what you are talking about!" His riddles were
hard enough to follow before, but even harder when she was being pleased
in such a way.
"My weapon in your sheath?" Podryn shook her head in between moans,
causing Sir Killick to climb on top of her and line his cock up with her
opening. He then thrust in all at once, causing her to gasp so hard she
thought she might not very breath again.
"Oh Gods! Your weapon's... Oh! I see..." The feeling of having something
inside of her was great, and again she hungered for more.
"Talk to me, my sweet flower! Do you like my weapon inside of you?"
"Oh! It's poking inside of me!" She wanted to say some of the things she
had heard Sir Killick's other lovers say, but in this moment of passion
her mind was going blank. "Your... Weapon... OH! It's nice... It's like a
stick is inside me!"
"What?" A look of confusion was on Sir Killick's face, but he continued
to pump is cock into her in nice rhythm.
She wondered what she would have liked to hear as a man... "Um, your
weapon is so big? Oh!" Podryn watched as Sir Killick's face beamed and he
began to pump into her faster.
"Yes! Comment on my massive weapon!" He flipped her over on all fours and
was now on her knees behind her.
"What?" She asked, then he entered her from behind. "Oh! You are inside
me like a dog is inside another dog!" Her breasts bounded everywhere
beneath her as he continued to press inside of her. "Oh! You're weapon is
so big!"
"Yes! More!"
She was beginning to feel something building up inside of her, like a
wave rolling through her body. She had a feeling on what would make that
wave crest, and she wanted it more than anything. "Press your weapon
deeper into me, my lord!"
"I am! My weapon is deep in you!" She could feel his hips grinding
against her plump bottom, but she needed more.
"Deeper, my lord!"
"I... I am..."
Her wave was still rolling over her, but she wasn't getting what her body
needed. "Deeper! Gods! Go deeper!" She was pressing her bottom back
against him, willing his cock to go deeper... When something strange
happened.
"Did he release his seed in you?" Crimson asked, handing her a glass of
ale.
"I... I don't think so. He was inside of me and then all of the sudden
his cock began to shrink." Podryn took a sip of ale and continued, "I
kept asking him to go deeper, but he couldn't."
"Oh, I see what happened. How big was his cock?" Podryn held up her index
finger. "Gods! Are you jesting me? His cock was that small?"
"Yes... I mean it felt big at first..."
"No wonder he went all soft in you!" She was laughing now, "He couldn't
go any deeper to make you cum, and your requests made him feel inadequate
as a lover!" They shared a laugh before Crimson looked her over and
smiled. "The wine really did a number on you... How did it feel?" Podryn
blushed, not wanting to comment on how good a woman's body felt. "We're
just a couple of girls talking."
"It... It felt really good. My breasts are divinely sensitive, even the
fabric of this gown is making my nipples tickle. And when..."
"Go ahead, it's okay."
Podryn bit her bottom lip, "When he was inside of me I thought that I was
going to explode. The pleasure just kept building and building..."
"Oh my Gods, did you not cum?"
Podryn looked over at Crimson, confused by what she was asking. "You've
said that word a couple of times now, but I have no idea what it means."
Crimson smiled and leaned back in her chair. "You know how you said you
felt like you were going to explode? Well, cumming is that explosion,"
Crimson was shifting in her seat just thinking about it,"and it's just
the best feeling in the entire world." Her eyes then looked as if she had
an epiphany, and she glanced at Podryn with a smile. "How would you like
the opportunity to feel that good all the time? To have a men make you
cum? Hell, maybe even some ladies?"
Podryn blushed again. She was building up the nerve to ask Crimson to
stay in this body longer, and it looks like she had beaten her to it.
"I... I think I'd like that."
"Well I've been looking for someone to take over that part of the
business here for me, and you are just the one for it. At least you
wouldn't be in the service of that limp cock Killick."
Having already made up her mind to stay in her current body, she answered
without hesitation. "That sounds wonderful, but what do I tell Sir
Killick? After what happened with him he called me something, a "cunt" I
think, before shoving me out of his room."
Crimson's eyes flared at her when she made that last comment. "What did
he call you?"
"A cunt? I've never heard the term before?" Podryn shrugged and Crimson
laughed at the idea that her new Madam was so naive.
"Well, that's a very bad thing to call a lady," she paused for a moment
before a wicked grin crossed her face "As my new Madam I think you'll
need a young house girl to help with your duties, and I know just the
one..."
A few nights later Podryn was in the same room she had spent time with
Sir Killick, only now she was with a young village boy whose cock was
completely filling her up. "Gods! Your cock is truly... Oh! Oh! OH! Gods,
keep going!" She was on top of him, and she was feeling wave after wave
of pleasure crash over her. "Yes! Oh Gods! Fill me with you cock!" The
young man gripped her naked hips as hard as he could as he began to
unload his seed deep within her. "Oh Gods yes! Fill me with your seed!"
Moments later the handsome young man was dressed and standing by the
door. He had a sheepish look on his face and looked like he wanted to ask
her a question. She smiled as she got off the bed and walked her
gorgeous, naked body over to him. "I can see the question in your eyes,
and the answer is yes... You have a truly magnificent cock."
The young man smiled and leaned in for a kiss, "No, little boy." She was
acting with a cool demeanor that made the young man swoon.
"Can I see you again?" The young man looked like her answer could destroy
him if it wasn't what he wanted.
"Of course... I'll be here when you get another ten silver. She leaned
in, making sure her ample breasts pressed against him, and gave him a
peck on the cheek.
"Thanks the Gods! I'll work and save all month if it means another night
with you!" She then walked the happy young man back to the tavern and
watched as he left.
"Look at you! You look like you're in love!" It was Crimson talking to
her from behind the bar.
Podryn finally broke from her cool act and jumped up and down and clapped
her hands. "Gods! I wanted to kiss him all night! And I came! I really
came this time!"
"And?" Crimson asked with a raised eyebrow.
"And it was everything you said and more! I'm so happy you took me on
here." Crimson laughed and handed her a ale. A moment later a young girl
was at Podryn's side. She looked to be about thirteen years of age, with
short brown hair and wearing a plain brown dress common to house girls in
Twisted Glen.
"My lady, do you have any use for me?"
Podryn smiled down at her, "I do, young Lily. I was just in the red room
and need you to make the bed and tidy up."
She smiled as if cleaning the room for Podryn would make her happier than
anything else in the world. "At once, my lady!" She then ran off while
Podryn smiled after her.
"I still can't believe that. It was my intention to change Killick into
Lily so she could be your slave... But this? You treat her nicer than a
house girl has ever been treated in the Glen."
Podryn shrugged her shoulders and took another sip of ale. "Just because
she doesn't remember being a old prick to me, doesn't mean that I get to
be one to her."
Crimson laughed as a few rowdy men from town were demanding her attention
at the other end of the bar. "You are a strange one, Podryn. But after
the way that young man looked at you as he left, I bet you'll have three
more callers before the night is through."
Podryn smiled as Crimson made her way to the other end of the bar. She
brushed her red curls from her face and took another sip of ale thinking
of how wonderful it would be to cum three more times that night... or
maybe even more.
THE -END-
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