Titania Freaks Out and Orc Warrior Tries to Kill Him

Jerry’s return to reality was swiftly followed by a squeak of surprise; Titania had been quick to discover the collar encircling her neck, and had already moved on to pinching and prodding at her extra padding with a look of dawning horror.

“G-Goddesses preserve me...!” she sobbed, tears dribbling down her cheeks in mascara-tainted rivulets as she continued to paw at her slutty curves; “What is this? W-What have you done...?”

“I just helped you become the fuckdoll you were always meant to be,” Jerry explained with a smirk; “All that lean muscle wasn’t doing you any favours. You’re weak... Simple. Easily overpowered. But now you’re a plush fuck, at least. You should be thanking me.”

Jerry’s words had a definite impact on Titania. The elf fought to contain her sobs, big tits wobbling as as sunk to her knees, and for a moment Jerry thought that she might discover some hidden reserves of self-confidence at last... But instead she began to tremble again.

“Then... Then I truly have nothing left,” she sniffled, teardrops dappling the earth beneath her; “I was so certain of my skill as a ranger... But perhaps my talents really do lie... Elsewhere...” Titania trailed off and looked down at her new body in a self-conscious stupor, fingertips toying absently with her beestung lips as she mulled over Jerry’s cruel assessment.

Jerry could feel the excitement building when her large, tearful eyes finally rose to meet his; was she about to submit once and for all?

WHAM

The assailant sent Jerry spinning to the ground with a single, powerful kick. It left him reeling for a moment, but not quite long enough for the mad, snorting beast to crush his head beneath its hooves - instead, Jerry managed to roll out of the way and scramble to his feet.

“Orc Warrior!! Holy shit, chill!” Jerry cried... But Orc Warrior did not chill. He lost his shit even more, charging and kicking at him with such ferocity that Jerry soon found himself backed up against a tree.

His life flashed before his eyes. The orc-turned-horse reared up on its back legs, preparing to stomp the ever-loving shit out of him... And, for a moment, it looked as if Jerry’s adventures would come to a premature end... Until, in a fit of desperation, he offered up the only thing he could think of that might win him a shred of mercy for depriving the orc of his original form:

“WAIT! You can fuck her later! You can fuck her later...!” he blubbered, throwing up his hands in a futile attempt to divert Orc Warrior’s deadly hooves; thankfully, no hooves required diverting. Won over by Jerry’s rhetoric, the orc-stallion ceased its attack and paused to look back at Titania with a suggestive whicker.

“What!? F-Fuck me...!?” she gasped, cheeks flushing a deep shade of red as she fixated on the stallion’s uncomfortably prominent genitals, “B-But he’s a horse...! You can’t...”

“I can, and you will - later, like I said,” Jerry interjected, rising from the base of the tree he’d just been flailing against as if nothing had happened, “Besides, he’s still an orc on the inside. Isn’t that right, Orc Warrior?”

The horse glowered at him.

“That doesn’t make it any better...” Titania huffed, but Jerry had already turned his back on the conversation in favour of attempting to mount his saddle-less horse. Only when this had finally been accomplished did he acknowledge her again, which he did by rattling her leash.

“Let’s get going before this guy tries to kill me again,” Jerry said with a chuckle and a pat to Orc Warrior’s neck (who responded with a menacing snort). A final tug on Titania’s chain was enough to get her following on-foot in the wake of Orc Warrior’s steady trot, eyes lingering on her abandoned undergarments for only a moment before she reluctantly allowed herself to be led barefoot through the foliage and beyond the forest’s edge.