The wild one and the first transformations

Valleyr and Lohse pressed their ears against the metal door in the damp cave, expecting to hear some noise on the other side.

“Are you sure this is a good idea?” Lohse asked. She was a redhead with incredibly dark eyes and a lot of freckles on her usually exuberant face. She carried a streak of white on her hair that she refused to explain, as well as a lute she refused to play and a great sword she was very fond of using.

“Have I ever had an idea that didn’t pan out alright?” Valleyr answered with a question and a smirk. She was an elf, a good foot or two taller than her companion, with skin the color of honey, long and slender limbs, a curvy figure, small breasts, and hair the color of a raven’s feathers. Her dark hair was decorated with braided violets and had streaks of purple running through it. She had battle scars of sword slashes, claws and bite attacks equally spread across her body, as well as the same violets decorating her curves. And if you looked closely at her face, you’d be able to see some particularly sharp fangs adorn her sarcastic smile.

“Yes, many times! One of us usually ends up almost dead or covered in fire.”

“But all of them did work out, didn’t they?”

Both women were attired with an array of mismatched and random armor pieces they were able to find during their current attempt at prison breaking. From a breast plate paired with leather gloves, to a mismatching pair of boots, to wearing a barrel’s cover as a shield, it was messy and very improvised. Valleyr, in particular, refused to wear boots and was not carrying any visible weapons.

“It doesn’t matter. Anyway, I can’t hear any noise from beyond this point. I think it might actually be a safe passage.”

“See, I told you. While the others wanted to ‘go scouting’ and ‘look for opportunities’, we were the ones to find a way out. C’mon, let’s get out of this damn prison.”

The women opened the heavy door and it did lead back to the interior of the fortress. Right in front of them was a stairway leading to another heavy iron door. Both of them rushed up to open it, but it was locked.

“Shit! Where is our lockpicker when we need them?!” Vallyer cried out loud.

“‘Going scouting’ and ‘looking for opportunities.’” Lohse answered with a sigh.

“You ladies looking for these?” They turned around to see a man in heavy armor swinging a ring of keys around his finger.

“Fuck! Where did you come from?” Valleyr cried out again. He pointed to the right of the stairway’s bottom, a small hallway lead to a room with a table with discarded poker cards on top of it, a snarling guard dog, and five more soldiers reading their weapons. Four of them climbed on scaffoldings that surrounded the enclosed environment, as the fort was still being repaired.

“You go high and I go low?” Lohse asked.

“You got it.”

The knight that surprised them was reading his sword for a swing, but both women had already jumped over the railing of the stairs. Lohse landed right in front of the man and his guard dog and unleashed her fury like a whirlwind of steel and blood. With every drop of blood she spilled, the wounds she was sustaining from the enemy strikes slowly began to heal. As Valleyr jumped to meet her foes, a pair of honey colored eagle wings sprouted from her back, allowing her to fly up and face the surprised soldiers on the scaffoldings.

“Boo!” She said to the surprised men. She quickly created a thick carapace on her skin to withstand a barrage of arrows directed her way. Then, she grew a pair of bull horns and charged at one of the archers, sending him down into Lohse’s furious whirlwind. Finally, she used her quick feet to proficiently knock out another man with a well placed strike.

“Gah! She’s a sourcerer!” One of the remaining archers bellowed.

“Of course she is a sourcerer, you dimwit! They both are, they are trying to escape The Fort!” His partner answered.

The knight at the top of the stairs, who looked like the commander of their unit, went over to Lohse with his great sword ready to swing. The man then pleaded with the escapees, not for mercy, but compassion:

“Why does your kind keep resisting? The world would be a lot safer with you all away from it.” He was now surrounding Lohse, who was beginning to feel overwhelmed with four opponents at once, even with some of them already badly hurt.

“We all deserve to be free until given any reason to be put in shackles.” Valleyr announced from the top.

“Everyone knows this isn’t an ideal solution, but at least you won’t summon those monsters and hurt any innocent people whenever you try to use your abilities.” The knight said.

“We all keep telling you lot, we didn’t do it!” Valleyr screamed as she gorged the archers with her horns. “Those things are not from the natural world, they can’t be called by someone using any magic, they must be coming from some other––” As she was speaking, the room’s walls began to fill with dark circles, portals that showed the stars and the void, orbs of lightlessness. A few moments later, threatening pincers started coming out of them. “Oh, for fucks sake, speak of those damn devils, and they come out like rats on a fire!”

Out of those dark portals came insect-like creatures the size of big dogs, they looked like grotesque and distorted centipedes, if those had only ten feet and were the essence of all evil. They then started muttering names.

“Valleyr… Lohse…” The creepy creatures whispered as they focused their attacks on the two Godwoken, but would attack anyone in their path too.

“Those bloody demons are saying your names! Even if you aren’t truly summoning them, you are still a menace wherever you’d go.” The knight yelled over the sounds of battle to the two women while he destroyed more and more of the demonic insects, his previous enemies forgotten in lieu of a more imminent threat. “Everyone would just be better off if you were in a place where these things could be easily dealt with, like right here!” He said those words with confidence, but he was getting quickly overwhelmed by the quantity of opponents.

It soon turned into an all out battle. Valleyr was barely managing her own on the top, with her carapace holding off attacks from the archers and the creatures, but Lohse was on a free for all and was easily overwhelmed too, even with her regeneration magic. Valleyr was about to jump into the fray down below when two people appeared on the same doorway to the damp cave she had come from, and they came packing heat.

The first one was another elf, similar height and body type to the metamorph, but this one had alabaster white skin, similar colored hair but cut short near her neck, and a big and intricate scar on her left cheek. The second person was simply a skeleton. A walking talking skeleton wearing the fanciest armor he could find, regardless of practicality, and a haughty male voice coming out of his skull.

The skeleton brought the fire. Literally. He threw a gigantic fireball into the enclosed chamber, burning all its inhabitants, while the pale elf was already prepared to cast healing spells at their two companions. Valleyr and Lohse almost burned to **** alongside all the soldiers and the demons, but the healing magic was enough to hold them off.

At the end of the chaos, only four people stood tall in the room: the Godwoken.

“For the Gods, Valleyr, couldn’t you have waited for us?!” The other elf woman was the first to speak.

“It’s like I was saying Sebille, we came out just fine, didn’t we? You have to burn a few eggs if you want to learn how to make an omelet.” The barely alive elf said with a sarcastic look in her eye and a smirk in her mouth. Her countrywoman looked like she wanted to strangle her right then and there. “Now come on, let’s find our way out of here. We’re very close, I can feel it.”

Both elf women leaned down onto the corpses of the fallen soldiers and used very different methods to achieve their objective. Sebille, the pale elf, made a little puncture on one of their fingers and started licking their still warm blood, while Valleyr straight down bit on the veins on their necks with her fangs to do the same.

The skeleton man came over to Lohse and whispered to her:

“Don’t you ever get weirded out by this elf thing? Like, they can taste your memories with their tongues?! And those two always seem to find the most off putting way to do it.”

“I get you Fane.” She whispered back. “But then again, these guys are dead, anything those two could do, it would seem creepy no matter what, I think.”

“I am dead too, but you don’t see them doing anything weird with me.”

“That’s because you could literally blow up their face if they did.”

“I dunno, I wouldn’t mind if one of them could… tickle my bones'' If the skeleton could have eyebrows, he definitely would be wiggling them right now.

“Gross!” The woman answered, almost appalled. “That was a terrible sex analogy, if you want to learn from the best, you really should stick with me.”

“And you expect me to believe you are better than me when you won’t even sing a song? I have been writing poetry for centuries, far longer than you have even existed.”

“And yet, who is the most famous bard amongst us?” The skeleton didn’t have ears either, but if he did, Lohse would most likely have seen smoke coming out of them

Before the two could enter a heated whispering discussion, both elf women came out of their daze, bearing good news. Both of them took a minute or two digesting what they had received.

“I could see it in his memories: there is a gate not 100 feet across that door.” Valleyr said while cleaning herself from the blood, both from the fight and the bite.

“And this one worked on the gate a few times.” Sebille added, pointing to the one she had bitten “All we have to do is turn a crank without anyone noticing and we can run free.”She finished, rising from the floor as well.

“Great! Also I found out where the keys to the doors of this prison are.” The metamorph said, ripping a ring of keys from the dead man’s pockets.

“Are we not going to talk about the fact that your ‘plan’ could have gotten you and Lohse killed?” Fane spoke as the elves made their way to the door. “Even if those demons didn’t appear, Lohse could have been defeated by those oafs in combat, and you were next.”

“But it didn’t, now did it?” Valleyr said, still with a smirk, as she was turning the keys on the door. “We always end up okay on the other side, even if a little burnt. You have to learn to trust me Fane.”

As she opened the door, a big crowd of guards was gathering in the courtyard between their exit and the gate as a pair of men appeared to be in a heated argument. But they all stopped talking and turned their attention to the noisy and heavy opening door, seeing the four escaping prisoners and the demolished room behind them.

“Fuck!” Valleyr exclaimed.

***

“…Valleyr, one of the Godwoken!”

The platform rose to show… nothing. It was completely empty as it reached ground level and blended with the floor. Crew and contestants alike held their breath for whatever was to come, but nothing seemed to happen.

“Was that supposed to happen?” Harley asked, her voice echoed in the silent room.

You could have heard a vein pop on Chrissi’s head, if that were still a possibility. Instead, the bimbo took a deep breath and said:

“Ok. Ok. Ok. Setbacks happen. Five contestants will have to do for now, we can always try to get her later again, or someone else. Aline from summoning, we are going to have a talk later. Alright everyone, get ready to ––” *SLAP!*

Chrissi fell to the ground with a red mark in the form of a foot on her cheek. Valleyr came out of her invisibility, afforded to her by chameleon scales. She stood there, besides the host, with a leg raised as if ready to strike again with her feet.

“So you are the one responsible for bringing me here.” The metamorph said through gritted teeth. “You will send me back this instant unless you want to ––”

“GET AWAY FROM MY BOSS!!!” Susie tackled the elf away from the fallen Chrissi, taking her away with her roller blades. The shorter woman surprisingly held the advantage in this situation due to both the surprise factor and to her size, using her lower center of gravity to destabilize the taller woman and drag her away. The two collided with the blank, and so far untouched, spinning wheel that was summoned at the very beginning of the episode. Both fell on top of each other, the wheel on top of both, and were all contained in each other’s grapple and by the weight of the wheel.

“I got her boss! You got it from here!” Susie screamed from below the wheel. Chrissi got up, straightened her hair, adjusted her dress, and continued her host act.

“Sorry you all had to see that.” She said to the audience. The bimbo raised her hand, ready to snap, when she saw a blurry object come in her direction in the corner of her vision. Whatever her snap was going to do before, it now teleported her 30 feet away. The host immediately pointed to the person who just tried to punch her, Bianca, who then froze mid strike. “No, no, no, bad cop, bad.”

She went over to the frozen cop, finger never stopped pointing at its target. The bimbo pushed her attacker, who fell to the ground like a badly placed mannequin.

Harley began to laugh at the scene unfolding in front of her. She crossed her arms on her chest and didn’t move to intervene.

“Now, I am going to teach you a powerful lesson.” The host approached the frozen woman with calm in her step and a growl to her voice.

Before she could even raise another arm however, Chrissi was punched in her other cheek. The powerful but frail bimbo fell to the ground again.

“Bet you forgot about me, bitch!” Ariadne stood over the host, dropping her newly acquired invisibility from the newest contestant. The rogue turned the fallen woman into her belly, crossed her arms behind her back and sat on top of them, with her ass over her palmed hands. “There, I wanna see you snap now.”

Bianca quickly recovered from the shock that was her sudden but quick imprisonment. She got up and took some instruments from her pockets.

“Here, you might need these.” She handed Ariadne a pair of handcuffs and held a taser herself. As Chrissi saw the lightning on the weapon, her breath caught on her throat. It is not going to end like this. She sacrificed too much to be here, now, and it was all falling apart before the introductions had even ended. This may already be a mess, but it was far from irredeemable and she was damned if she wasn’t going to kick and scream and kill before this opportunity was taken from her. No looking back!

The host shook and screamed under the rogue, as if to throw her off her back.

“Nice try, Chrissi. But Bianca will knock you out and this will all be over.”

The two women were too distracted by her performance to notice Chrissi had kicked off her shoes in her shaking. Using her completely free feet, the host pointed her toes at the two women, freezing them in place. With that sorted, she shook her body once more until the frozen Ariadne fell off from her, then immediately snapped her fingers. Both human girls were instantly on the other side of the room. Chrissi quickly pointed at the still struggling elf and dragged her body across the room straight to Hyppolita’s bubble and tossed her inside, making her crash on the warrior and both women land prone in the confined space. The host quickly snapped again, getting both Susie and the wheel straight, to the center of the room, and then getting her last two attackers back in the line.

Harley was at a full belly laugh now.

Chrissi pointed at the half angel and the elf inside the pink bubble. “You two, no more super powered shenanigans until I say so! You will stay in there until it is time for everyone to go to their rooms and if you have any complaints, you will suck it up and deal with it!”

Both women immediately stood up and began shouting at the host, but the translator of the bubble could only handle so much text at once, so what came out was:

“FGuoctko hyeolul, byiomubo bitch!”

Chrissi gave them a pleasant smile and turned to Bianca and Ariadne. “And you. No more funny business again. Especially you, rogue, if you ever use your stupid powers against me again, I’ll make sure to leave your mind intact after it all ends, so you regret even considering it.”

“I’d like to see you try.” Ariadne spit back.

“Oh, I’ll do more than try, I’ll demonstrate.” She went back to her starting spot at the center of the room and gestured for Susie to come stay beside her. “But before that, never say I don’t pay my dues. Sunny, Harley, you two didn’t attack me or helped on this little failed insurrection. As a reward, I will see that your transformations on this round are particularly good and pleasurable.”

“Always a pleasure to help by doing nothing.” Harley gave the woman a mock bow. Sunny was just too stunned to move.

“Now, let’s go into our demonstration. For anyone that defies me, this is the future awaiting you. Susie!”

“Yes boss!”

“Let’s show them what a true run of this game looks like.”

The little redhead stood beside her boss, with hands on her hips, facing the contestants. Then Chrissi began narrating.

“Alright, punishments, punishments, punishments. Let’s say that, for a path, we continue with this little costume you gave yourself and go with a 1950s diner waitress theme. Let’s say you got last place on your first challenge. A bummer.” The host put a finger to her lip and made a sad little voice. Susie maintained her pose. “Well, the transformation our dear viewers picked out for you was… you get hornier and hornier the more you hear a bell sound. A classic, but to give it a twist, let’s say you can’t orgasm from it!”

Chrissi snapped her fingers and a metal bell made to be attached to the top of a door materialized in her hand. She started shaking it with uncharacteristic glee in her eyes while her assistant fell to her knees and bucked her hips wildly as wave after wave of pleasure wracked her entire body. The redhead shoved her hand down her skirt and was moaning loudly.

“Stop it.” Sunny said in a low voice. She was ignored.

“On your second round, you got first place! Such a wild swing, isn’t it? The viewers have shown interest in getting rid of your pitiful frame, so let’s give you some curves, shall we? And since this is a reward, the pleasure you feel will increase proportionally to their size. See? I’m not that bad of a host.” As she snapped again, Susie’s breasts and ass began growing inside her dress. Her ass quickly expanded below her skirt, but her breasts were being compressed inside her small attire. The panting redhead desperately tore throw her apron and buttons to free them, causing her tits to balloon out for all to see, turning quickly into HH size and being groped by the **** woman as she continued to fuck herself wildly to the sound of the bell.

“Stop this, Chrissi!” Lin said with a little more conviction behind him. Chrissi simply winked at him and continued.

“And just like that we have reached the half point of the show: the third round!” Chrissi exclaimed as she continued to **** the short girl with pleasure and a bell. “And you have sunk to last place again, how tragic! Let’s give it a wild transformation this time, so far you look like nothing more than Pavlov’s bimbo bitch.” Susie didn’t respond, she was too busy pawing at herself to notice anything anymore. “Let’s give you a fetish this time… Oh, I know: a fetish for ice cream!”

“Chrissi, you better stop, or I’ll…” Bianca began her threat, but Chrissi wasn’t listening anymore, she was staring intently at the transforming girl. And the contestants couldn’t help but do the same.

Chrissi snapped again and a mound of soft chocolate ice cream fell on top of Susie. As soon as the poor redhead felt the cold dessert touch her skin, she lost any semblance of a mind she seemed to have. She started rolling in it like a giddy pig in a mud pit, covering herself in that marvelous cold liquid that inflamed the unstopping fire inside her, licking herself, slobbering all over her arms and tits, and tasting the ambrosia that threw her pleasure into greater highs. She sank her hand deep into her pussy, trying to match the pleasure from the bell and orgasm from it, but also to shove as much as possible of the sweet nectar that surrounded her inside herself. The more she shoved, the more she lost herself to pleasure. She tasted it, was covered by it, it was inside her, it was giving her more pleasure than any lover ever had!

“SItwoipll futchkiisng ysotuomp ycouunt!” The girls in the bubble screamed. It went unnoticed by everyone.

“Fourth round, so close to finish! But oh uh, it seems you were eliminated, cutie.” Chrissi pushed her lip out in a mocking gesture of a pouty face. “And for your final transformation on the show: you can’t orgasm without someone’s permission!” she shook the bell harder, a sadistic smile no longer concealed on her perfect face.

Ariadne balled up her hands and clenched her jaw. Harley had a hand over her mouth.

Susie’s whimpers were clearly heard amid the bell rings. Not that she could have heard or understood the words of the host, but that she felt her pleasure stop rising. She wanted that final release more than anything, and it just wasn’t coming!

“Susie! Dearie!” Susie’s whimpers stopped as she turned to the blonde. The redheaded bimbo still had enough of her mind unclouded by pleasure to react to her name. “Do you want to cum? Do you want to cum?” Chrissi talked to her as if to a cute and dumb dog. Which, given she had her drooling tongue stuck out and was panting in heat, it wasn’t far off. “I will let you cum. All you have to do is touch one of the contestants over there. Ready? Go!”

Susie’s criss-crossed eyes managed to gain enough focus to see the line of targets in front of her. The crazed woman leapt from the pile of ice cream and hastily crawled towards them, gigantic tits hanging out and shaking violently at every move. The women in the bubble didn’t have many options at their disposal, but thankfully Susie wasn’t going after them. Bianca, Lin, Ariadne and Harley backed away in disgust or fear, but Sunny froze in place. Eyes wide, the brunette couldn’t decide if she wanted to help the young woman or desperately run away from her, but it was that split second of indecision that doomed her. As she was a couple feet closer than the others, Susie tackled the young nerd to the ground and immediately started convulsing in orgasmic bliss, her sticky skin grubbing all over the terrified girl’s jeans, her legs humping gleefully on the nerd’s pants and coat, her tits swinging wildly and splashing droplets of ice cream and drool all over, and her pussy smearing the young girl’s clothes even more.

“Alright, I think that’s enough.” Chrissi said, as she snapped away every transformation she had inflicted to Susie. The small girl’s frame slowly returned to its original form, her ass shrinking back under her skirt and breasts going back to their normal size. Her humping gradually lost its vigor, until her eyes unclouded and she could focus on the horrified face of the young woman before her.

“Oh, hey, looks like you have something in your cheek.” The redhead smiled and extended her hand, rubbing away a bit of ice cream that had hit Sunny’s face. The terrified girl remained frozen, incapable of any reaction to the situation. Susie cheerfully liked ice cream off her hand as she buttoned up her dress and collected her apron from where it had been discarded. Chrissi patiently waited for her assistant to finish, reveling in the contestants’ expressions of astonishment, disgust and fear as they slowly helped Sunny up and nervously returned to their places. Lin hugged Sunny from one side as Bianca held a protective arm over her from another and Ariadne held one of the girl’s hands.

“Alright! With that demonstration done, we will quickly introduce the new and unique rules for this season, some of which a couple of our smartest viewers may have already figured out. I’m sure everyone is dying to know what that wheel is all about! And then we will move into our first round of voting!” Chrissi eyed every contestant tentatively as she did her announcement. “What? No angry retort, no sarcastic remarks, no spit back, no laugh, no asking for mercy? No answer at all?” All she got from them were looks, looks of fear, resignation, anger, desire for vengeance. But no answer.

“Good.”