The Halfling

I wasn’t quite sure why, but the womanly proportions on such a small body was much more attractive than I thought it would be. I had never considered myself much of a lolicon, and I wasn’t even sure if this qualified given the clearly adult shape, but I was struggling to deny the attraction.

“You won’t judge, will you?” I asked sheepishly.

Amelie tilted her head. “I will not. In fact, I believe I am incapable of doing so. It would be quite the oversight to allow the owner of this studio to create whatever world they wanted, then consequently judge them for whatever they create.”

“Okay good, next question: how exactly would Seradyne view relationships between different races?”

“They are rare though not unheard of. There is usually nothing morally standing between any two individuals of different races who wish to elope, the primary factor is often personal matters.”

“So, you’re saying it depends on personal taste?” I asked, trying to wrap my brain around the concept.

“While that is certainly a factor, that is not exactly what I mean. Take, for example, a union between a human and an elf. Humans reach adulthood at roughly eighteen and can live, on average, until about eighty years old in Seradyne. Elves reach what they consider adulthood closer to one-hundred and twenty and can live for a thousand years or more.

“Most elves would avoid relationships with humans either because they view humans as still being children, since an elf of similar age would still very much be a child, or they fear the day that a potential human partner will die long before they will, as a human’s lifespan is at best one-tenth that of the elf. Though these are the two most **** cases, such considerations are never far from a Seradynian’s mind when debating potential life partners of other races.”

That made a lot of sense, actually. I couldn’t help but imagine what it would feel like deciding whether or not to enter a relationship with someone who I knew was going to die in ten years or even sooner. It would be a difficult choice to make, to be sure. I imagined it would feel like I was setting myself up to be heartbroken.

“That being said, if the individual people involved in a relationship can stomach that reality, there is usually nothing socially preventing them from partaking in such a union. You will find that on the whole people of Seradyne are not at all judgmental of their peers’ tastes and interests as long as they are not harmful. I take it you are asking about this because I am not to accompany you as a human?”

“That is correct, in fact, I think I preferred the halfling.”

Amelie smiled warmly. “I think I understand why you were worried about potential judgement. You have nothing to fear. I am yours in whatever way you wish.” After saying that, Amelie returned to the halfling form she showed me earlier. “And if you are at all concerned about the finality of this decision, don’t be. I can change to whatever you like, whenever you like.”

I nodded and smiled at her, still a bit tense but feeling a little more comfortable. In the meantime, I continued peering at the halfling body, finding myself enjoying it more and more. It was adorable but also alluring because of Amelie’s consistent natural curves. The combination was appealing in an almost cartoony way.

“Any other adjustments you’d like to make to my appearance besides my race?”

I nodded and then proceeded to work with Amelie to sculpt her form. Most of her physical form I left intact, as her natural voluptuousness was already perfect for my tastes. I did change her hair, though, which shifted from its blood-red color to a more natural wavy auburn with a single white streak that she would wear in a pair of long braids. I also decided to add freckles liberally on her skin. Not a huge number of them, and mostly just concentrated on her nose, cheeks, breasts, shoulders, butt, and thighs.

Lastly, we decided on her outfit. Since, unlike me, she was going to be purely a mage, no armor was necessary, so the outfit ended up being based almost entirely on personal taste. As it happened, my taste was centered around easy access in this instance. To this end, the only practical piece of her outfit was a corset around her waist that had various belts, pouches, and pockets containing all of her spellcasting gear.

Beneath that was a simple green, silver-lined strapless dress that went down to the knees but was cut evenly in four separate strips that rested over her groin, both of her thighs, and over her rear. The top part of the dress barely managed to contain her breasts, which were quite large for her halfling size, and when Amelie informed me that the small strip of green fabric would frequently fail at its job to cover her breasts, my response was simply to nod approvingly.

To finish off the outfit, she wore a pair of leather gloves that were long enough to go past the elbows, various silver bangles, anklets, and bracelets, and a cloak with the same color scheme as her dress, green with silver worn open so most of her outfit, besides the gloves, were visible. Finally, I decided to add a somewhat superfluous flair of having every edge of fabric, and the tops of her gloves, lined with fluffy fur; mostly because it made her look even cuter. When I brought up the topic of feet, and commented on how adorable her tiny, dainty feet were, Amelie said that halflings could go without shoes if they wished, as their feet were particularly hardy. I was happy to leave her feet bare, in that case.

“You look absolutely adorable.” I said for perhaps the seventh time as I slid my hand down the front of her top and gave her soft orbs each a casual squeeze.

“I agree, Master, you have good taste.” Amelie replied and pushed her chest out into my hand.

With my free hand I touched my chin thoughtfully. “Since I am to be your student, does the title ‘Master’ really fit me, now?”

“I will call you whatever you wish.”

“Alex should be fine. I think I am going to go by that name anyway, it doesn’t sound too modern.”

“Very well, I shall call you by your name, then.” Amelie smiled up at me as I continued squeezing and playing with her halfling breasts.

That did bring up another interesting point, but it was a bit awkward to say it out loud. Deciding to be brave I voiced my concern anyway. “Would you be offended at all if I asked you to change your personality?”

“As I have said, I believe I am incapable of judging you, and I’m not sure it is possible for me to take offense to anything either. Arguably, being exactly what you need me to be includes personality traits. How would you like me to act?”

I thought for a moment, finally removing my hand from her top and watching as she rather cutely pulled the top around her torso so the breasts went right back to where they should have been, contained as best they could be in the cloth that was frankly and intentionally inadequate for the job. It only barely managed to cover her puffy pink nipples, leaving a vast valley of cleavage, even for her size, on display at all times. And though I was staring rather intently at that cleavage, my mind was elsewhere, considering personality traits. Putting myself into role-playing state-of-mind, I tried to think of what sorts of quirks would suit a halfling mage, and also considered the kind of personality I would enjoy being around for long periods of time.

When I had at last settled, I revealed to Amelie the ideal personality type to join me on my adventures. She would be energetic, optimistic, and have a love of learning. Her passion for books, magic, and knowledge in general would only be rivaled by her passion for not only my cock, but also the female form. She would be bisexual, and not only open to polyamory, but she would openly encourage it as well, frequently pointing out attractive individuals to me and giving me advice for approaching them, or would approach them herself after getting the okay from me.

Though her skill in magic would be unparalleled, she would be humble and modest about her powers, only using as much as was necessary for any situation that called for it. As a teacher she would be kind, understanding, and patient. Finally, she would have an unbridled love for animals and even monsters that were friendly and especially ones that were cute.

When I finished explaining she beamed at me brightly. “I can do that! I can’t wait to get out there with you and start exploring.” The transition was seamless. If I hadn’t just been present for the entire transformation process, I likely would have believed I was talking to an entirely different person. In fact, the only things that were the same between her old and new forms were her bicolored eyes which sparkled a lovely green and blue still.

“Same here.”

“There’s just one more thing we need to do.” Amelie announced.

I blinked, and suddenly felt like my outfit had changed once more. I was now covered in various unique accessories, mostly jewelry, and Amelie had a sheathed sword in her hands.

“That should be the bunch.” She said and handed me the sword. I gladly took it and examined it. It betrayed gorgeous craftsmanship. “You now have a circlet around your forehead, an amulet, two rings, a coin purse, a magic bag, that sword, and a new belt.” She proceeded to explain the properties of each new item, very enthusiastically now that I had given her a love for magic.

The circlet, which was gold with a ruby set in the center of the forehead, apparently was another one of the perverted items. It was an alluring circlet that made people trust me more. In addition, it would make people more receptive to requests of a sexual nature, this depended on how that person felt about me as well as how sexually open the person was to begin with. Amelie said this would generally mean that most common folk would likely accept a sexual request as long as I was friendly with them, while some might require true friendship, and others still may only require that they know my name. The circlet would also give me an innate sense of what it might take for most people to open up to me sexually.

The amulet was next, and its purpose was more practical than perverted. The necklace was a gold chain connected to a pendant that looked like a gilded shield. It would make me immune to all of Seradyne’s diseases, extremely resistant to poisons, and allow me to exist comfortably in most **** environments. It wouldn’t protect me from environmental hazards, just let me resist the effects of **** heat or cold in my immediate environment. It also would allow me to more easily resist fatigue from long bouts of travel, which would happen often, I imagined.

Next was the belt. It was a simple-looking leather strap with a fashionable buckle. In addition to the general usefulness of being a belt, it gave me excellent martial arts form and skill, no matter what I was wielding. I would just instinctively know how to use almost anything I picked up as a weapon. This could be useful in scuffles, Seradyne was like a dangerous place. It was a good idea to be prepared.

The coin-purse was simple enough. It was a little drawstring bag made of a sturdy leather material, reminding me of a few dice-bags I owned, and it was filled with gold, silver, and copper coins, as well as an assortment of small gemstones. According to Amelie, if I were to reach into the bag while knowing how much something was worth, I would end up with exactly as much money as I needed in my hand to afford whatever it was. If no price was given, I would end up removing exactly as much as would be convenient for my current situation. If money wouldn’t be convenient at all, I would just need to think of a monetary amount and I would pull out exactly that much in coins and gems. It would be a pretty handy item to have around, but it could be dangerous to make it obvious that I had such a thing.

Next was the magic bag. It was also a drawstring sack, but much larger and with a number of pockets along the sides. It was already full of various adventuring gear and miscellaneous travelling tools. The interesting thing about the bag was that it was incredibly light in spite of all the objects within it, and there was a much larger space inside the bag than there appeared to be.

The sword was a powerful weapon indeed. It was a classic hand-and-a-half sword, or bastard sword, with a brilliant ruby set into the hilt. Along the flat side of the blade were a number of mystic runes that were various combinations of circles, straight lines, and dots in a variety of configurations. Amelie informed me, rather excitedly, that these were draconic characters and each one correlated to a particular spell. As it happened, these spells were ones that would be essential for me to know as a spellsword. The reason they were on the sword was simple, this blade was capable of “storing” the listed spells ahead of time so that I could unleash it quickly or even as part of the swing of the weapon at a later point when I needed it.

Finally, we came to the second ring, as I was already fully aware of the sexual stamina ring and its properties. This ring was a simple silver band without any fancy script or engravings. If the ring was worn, I would be completely ignored by anyone and everyone that could detect my presence in any way. Even Amelie would play along, though she would still be available in case of emergencies. It was almost like invisibility, but much better in many ways. If I removed the ring, those around me would stop ignoring me, but they would continue to ignore the result of anything I did while I had the ring on. So, if I left muddy footprints in a house I walked into while wearing the ring, even after removing the ring nobody would think of the footprints as anything unusual. I couldn’t help but notice a strong connection between the powers of this ring and the powers of The One Ring from the Lord of the Rings, it wouldn’t surprise me if my grandfather made it as a nod to the series.

“I think that’s everything, stud.” Amelie said and smiled widely.

I took one more look into the mirror at my new form, my new gear, and new clothes. I was about to depart on the best game of Dungeons and Dragons I had ever been a part of.