In the Guild, a New Job? [pt. II]

*written in collaboration with Namichwan

The pretty as a picture guild receptionist slipped away, giggling as I couldn't help but reach out and grab at her soft hip (Eris, maybe I’m addicted to her as well) as she made her way back to her post and I made my way over to the pair of adventurers she'd pointed out, the both of them looking somewhat disconsolate alone at a long table that could easily seat twelve.

Stane was a young cleric of Eris while Ludmilla was a barbarian, her relative lack of clothing showing that fact. In general, her outfit was little more than a skimpy bikini, showing off the absurd damage resistance of her savage class. The fact that she was less than a hundred pounds soaking wet, a petite and lithe lady was quite the contradiction to her aggressive warrior appearance.

I blinked as I drew closer and saw that the pair looked out of sorts. Stane wasn't wearing his usual shining chainmail shirt and tabard. The armor-set was laid out uselessly on the table, the lushly blonde haired young man’s clear, fresh face looked forlorn as he hunched in his seat, an out of character robe draped across his slight form.

Ludmilla didn't seem much better than him as she was wearing a burlap poncho that seemed far too big for her small frame, a thick, tattered cowl that hung over her body and served to cover her completely as she slouched over the table across from Stane. Her body language was sullen as she stared into her drink, occasionally lifting her glass up and taking another swig, as though drinking the foul liquid would somehow make everything better

“Ludmilla! Stane! Sorry to disturb you, but it seems we're going to attempt that job you did yesterday and I was wondering if perhaps you could share what kind of monster you encountered with us?" I inquired politely, trying not to get distracted and slide my gaze to the side as first Tifa’s breasts and then Tifa herself sidled up next to me.

It took a moment for Ludmilla to be torn from her despondent reverie but she finally looked this way, her eyes widening as she finally noticed me, her gaze quickly appraising me before slipping to the side to take an even closer look at Tifa, "Oh! Oh Darkness! Hi! Um... well..." She'd brightened only briefly before wilting once again, looking back down at her mug, "Well, I don't know if you should take that quest. We-"

"-we can't even remember what happened. At all." Stane finished for her as he looked up from the table, his head practically level with the surface as he hunched even further so the entirety of his body save for his arms and head were beneath it.

“Can’t remember anything?” asked Tifa, “At what point do your memories stop and when and where did you come to?

Stane grimaced even as his gaze lingered on the black-haired Martial-Artist’s chest with a somewhat odd light, “About an hour or two heading through the forest, then bam, we’re both waking up right about where we went in about seven hours later like this…”

My expression faltered for a moment as I realized that, yes they did seem like normal people who had just lost their memories, but that wasn't exactly true. It was more complicated than that. If they really hadn't come into contact with anything that would require them to remember, or if it were just a weird glitch in their brains, then they could easily just shrug it off. No harm done. But if their minds weren't fully working then this was something else.

"And what do you mean? Did you encounter something magical or..?" I tried to clarify, wanting to make sure it was safe to approach this topic without causing undue concern to either of these two.

Both adventurers shrugged in unison, "Well, if there was a fight, I honestly can’t remember... I'm sorry, Darkness. I really wish we could help. We were just wandering around the forest when we found ourselves back at the edge. One minute I’m in a clearing with Ludmilla and the next minute... well, we're back at the start with no memory of what happened to us."

“Okay, but why are you dressed differently?” I asked, “Did something happen to your bodies? Ludmilla, I’ve never seen you cover up this way and that posting said-”

“It’s nothing!” the lithe Barbarian suddenly burst out, “We’re fine. We don’t want to talk about it! Once we save up some Eris we’ll hire someone and this will all be fine. No need to worry about it at all.”

That frantic statement gave me pause, but it also sparked my curiosity. Now I really wanted to know what was going on. Not to mention I was well aware of how poor most of the adventurers were here in Axel. A proper curse-breaker’s price was well within the means of a noble house like Dustiness but that amount would put a low level pair like Ludmilla and Stane into debt for years.

But I knew better than to embarrass them by continuing to interrogate them in such a crass way. So instead, after a brief moment of hesitation, I simply nodded my understanding and took faith in my magical earrings as I bent down next to Ludmilla and pulled at the poorly made poncho covering her body. She found my attempts at undressing her in the middle of the well populated main hall of the adventurer's guild to be quite normal and she acquiesced to my efforts, raising her arms with an air of helpless resignation as I gently pulled at the loose fabric of her poncho until it fell away from her and exposed her set of rather scanty undergarments.

My eyes went right to the spot between her limber thighs where her reddish bikini bottom was no longer laid smoothly across her mons pubis, instead it stretched across a bulge that was clearly not something that belonged on a proper female. It was also something that did not belong on Ludmilla at all as I'd seen the normally scantily clad Barbarian's loins often enough given her clothing choices. She averted her gaze from mine, her cheeks flushed a deep red as I reached down and pulled her thong a bit down her thighs, revealing the curled shape of a flaccid penis atop a set of testicles.

She shrieked, slamming both of her hands into place over her lap, "I...um...wasn't expecting you to see me like this!" Ludmilla mumbled as she glanced at me, her voice trailing off almost as soon as she uttered those words.

Luna had said the effects of the curse were awkward. I had had no idea. My heart went out to this poor woman and I slid onto the bench next to her, "It's okay! It's not your phallus. Fault! …I just wanted to take a look to make sure it's not really a big dong deal! -at all.” I composed myself, putting on my actual reassuring voice. “Let me see what happened. We really need to know if we're going to take on this threat ourselves."

I assured her in a soothing tone, my heart breaking for her even as I felt a heady excitement at the little debauchery in plain sight I was now getting into as I slipped my fingers into her panties, making contact with the gushy flesh of her soft penis as I drew her undergarment halfway down her thighs.

Tifa leaned in, her vast globes bobbling and reaching towards the floor as her black suspenders failed to provide any sort of modesty as they slipped about on those flourishing slopes, her thumb-tip erect nipples fully exposed at the center of her pink saucer areolas, “That’s a dick! Holy- is she-he a boy?”

Ludmilla flushed deeper still even as her hands flew to her bikini-top which wasn’t very well filled as the Barbarian was as flat-chested as dear Megumin, her suddenly fiery glance latching first on my bosom and then the Martial-Artist’s overwhelmingly attention demanding whale-like titties, “NO! I’m a girl! I just-”

Even as the tiny adventurer collapsed around my arm as I couldn’t help but fiddle around with her genitals in the meantime, my questing fingers finding her cute little butthole just past her new scrotum, her vagina very much missing in action, I stated firmly, “She’s definitely a girl. It just looks like this curse transformed her womanhood into that of a man’s…”

Tifa looked abashed even as I noticed Cloud’s beef-cake figure a bit behind her, standing back and looking like he was deeply uncomfortable with the situation, “I- Oh I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to-”

I waved her off, murmuring, “It’s fine.”

I was getting kind of hot and bothered by the situation, I was having more than a bit of trouble keeping focused as my lust started to boil over and the urge to utter some lewd statement. Part of me was energetically imagining my own noble pussy being corrupted, made cuntless and ruined for marriage and all men, turned into a big, fat manly cock sticking out between my silky feminine thighs for everyone to see. A potent signal for how much of a giant sinful slut I was.

In that perverted (and entirely unwanted!) scenario, I’d definitely do little more than spend my days masturbating like a degenerate monkey, emptying my nasty cum-filled balls to thoughts of Kazuma’s overwhelming awe-inspiring alpha-male glory, the image of him standing tall and proud while the rest of the world cowered and genuflected before him as his massive glorious cock dwarfed them all.

I’d be a pitiful cuckold just like Cloud and I’d love it!