Make him cheer you on instead of his friends!

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You walk into the mess hall and take a deep breath, the scent of fermented beverages and spirits filing you nostrils. The room once held grand feasts and galas, but now the tables sat empty, collecting dust.

The room would have been still and silent if not for a tambourine shaking underneath one of the far tables, filling your ears with annoying tings.

“If you were going to hide, I would suggest removing your musical equipment first,” you bellow as you snap your fingers, teleporting to the source of the noise. You reach out and pull the bard out from under the table with an unamused frown.

The bard shrieks and holds his tambourine in front of his face, quivering at your presence. “Please spare me, mighty dragon,” he squeaked.

You rolled your eyes and snatch the tambourine from the quivering man. “Cowardly bard, if I intended to end you, it would be done by now.”

The bard shivered as he looked up at you. You smirk as you stare into his eyes.

“I must say, you are quite the mystery to me,” you say.

“Wha… what do you mean?” He stammered out in response from under the table.

“Your friends are easy to figure out. The barbarian is seeking glory, the rogue wealth, the sorcerer knowledge. But then there's you, who just joined in on this dangerous mission with nothing but musical noisemakers. So what is in this foolhardy quest for one such as yourself?” you queried as you slickly pulled a wooden chair and took a seat. The band's quivering slowed and stopped upon seeing your casual demeanor. You gestured for him to come out from under the table.

“Oh! I uh, I suppose I'm just here for the adventure,” he replied as he crawled out from under the table. “Any bard worth his salt seeks adventure with friends. My greatest songs come when inspiring my party.”

You raised an eyebrow. “Inspiring?”

“Of course!” The bard excitedly pulled out his lute and, strumming it, began to sing a little ditty about triumphing over the forces of darkness. He was quite talented, and the music did seem to inspire you.

“Very impressive,” you complimented, clapping your hands. I must say such talent is quite wasted on a party which does stick together. Perhaps your talents would be better served in my service.”

The bard tugged on his collar nervously. “Oh, that is quite an enticing offer, but I am afraid I must decline. Creating songs for one patron is, unfortunately, the bane of creativity.”

You grinned evilly, channeling magic into your hands. “Nonsense, my good bard. I'm worthy of many songs from one as talented as you. Let's start with a simple chant.”

You clapped your hands four times, counting off a rhythm. Each clap sent golden-hued magic toward the bard. He froze as the golden magic reached him, staring blankly into the distance under your spell.

“Five, six, seven, eight, Thalltrax is just fucking great,” the Bard chanted, eyes darting back and forth while his body robotically moved with each word.

You laughed. “See, that was quite easy. Let's do another, but first, you should be properly attired.

You snapped your fingers, and instantly the bard's shirt and pants were replaced with a purple skirt and top, which exposed his belly. The outfit hung loosely on the man's skinny form. Frilly pom poms appeared in his hands. His cheeks turn red as a beet, but the power of your magic was still limiting his movement. With a smile, you began to clap again.

“One, two, three, four, Thalltrax wants to fuck some whores!” The bard exclaimed to your delight.

“Wow, you know, so much about me already!” You teased. “But I'd prefer to be cheered on by a more visually appealing bard.”

Once more, you clapped, and more gold magic came from your fingers. This time, the magic went into the frozen bard, making him positively glow. His skin began to ripple, and his body and facial hair seemed to recede into his pores. His hair grew, becoming perfectly maintained, long, luscious brown ringlets. His legs became coltish and smooth, perfect for jumping in excitement. His face became smooth, and his lips swelled, similar to his chest, which filled the loose top until it was straining to contain a generous bust. Perfect makeup appeared on the new girl's face, with extra glitter that twinkled with every move she made. Finally, a gust pushed up her skirt, revealing a perfect pink pussy, pristinely glistening.

The gold hue settled in the new bimbo's eyes, freeing her from her frozen state. The girl blinked and let out an adorably thoughtless giggle. She looked at you with a smile.

“Thalltrax, is great! Thaltrax rocks. I wanna sit on Thralltrax's cock!” she chanted, waving her pom poms.

You chuckled. “Well thats a cheer I think I can accommodate,” you purred as you pulled your loincloth aside, revealing a throbbing erection. The cheerleader licked her lips at the sight of it and stepped forward.

“He’s a stud! His dick's a tree! I need that thing inside of me!” She cheered as she lined herself up to your rod. Her moist lower lips caressed your glans lovingly, and with a pleasured sigh, she lowered herself on you.

You groaned in pleasure as your dick was engulfed in her velvety wet folds. Her skirt brushes against your crotch, sending shivers up your spine. “What does my cheerleader think of Becky as a new name?” you ask as she begins to bounce up and down on your dick.

Becky moaned in approval. “Becky's hot! Now fuck me harder stud!” She demanded as you groped her breasts.

You did as she asked, grabbing her tiny waist and slamming her down on your crotch. Her squeals of delight filled the room. It was the best encouragement you could ask for. Each moan filled you with supernatural resolve to slam into her harder.

“Go Thalltrax! Go Thalltrax,” Becky cheered as her legs quivered. “Gooooo…. Fucccccccckkkkk.”

Her legs quivered, and pussy spasmed on your dick as her body squeezed your dick, **** to be filled with your seed. With a grin, you pulled her hips down low as you could and obliged the slutty cheerleader's request.