Freya, adventuring party mage - Extremely Cursed Dungeon Chest

And with one last fireball to the face, I took the great minotaur down. “Woooooooo!” Elena cheered as she leapt from its back. The minotaur’s monumental form staggered for a moment before falling to the ground with a mighty thud. Its axe, several times the size of any of our bodies, clattered to the stone floor. Ben ducked behind his tower shield, and I scampered to the side to join him as a wave of dust and debris emanated from the impact sight. Between Ben’s stocky build and large suit of armor there wasn’t much space left, but with my petite proportions we made it work.

We reconvened in the center of the chamber as the dust settled. Ben had sustained a heavy blow before Elena had managed to distract the minotaur by climbing up to its neck. We unanimously agreed to use our last healing potion to mend his broken rib.

We took a moment of respite before continuing onwards. Ben performed some breathing exercises to help his bones shift back into place. Elena paced around the body looking for anything worth taking(I had to warn her against attempting to pick up the axe.), and I inspected my gown. A speck of blood had sullied the corner of my sleeve, but otherwise my traditional purple clothing remained spotless. A little crafting spellwork was all it took to bring my appearance back to a flawless image befitting of my noble elven heritage.

After our rest we continued onwards. Elena’s loot bag jingled a little louder, filled with gold piercings scavenged from the huge beast’s ears. Finally it seemed we had reached the bottom floor.

A massive glittering chamber awaited us, carvings depicting this dungeon’s sacred deity on all four walls. At the center of the room was a huge golden chest.

“Loot!” Elena cheered and dashed towards the chest.

Ben caught the halfling girl before she could actually open it. “Careful. These things are usually trapped. Freya?”

I nodded to my human companion. I activated my true-sight matrix, a carefully curated collection of spells that should give me full awareness of everything in the room.

“Dart traps in the walls, connected to a pressure plate right in front of Elena.” I kept looking. “There’s a secret passage behind this mural, we can check it after.” Finally, I turned my attention to the chest. “Now what are you…?”

I flipped through every divination spell in my matrix. I peered into the spectral realm. The astral realm. Infernal. Abyssal. Nothing let me see what was inside. I scryed its future and could only see us opening it before the vision just ended. I searched into its history and came up blank.

“…This chest confounds me.” I stated plainly. “I must study it.” That’s the only solution. If none of my magic can see into it, I’ll just have to open it. From there I should be able to learn what’s going on and reverse-engineer a spell to see into chests like it in the future.

Ben rubbed the back of his head. “I dunno… if you can’t see into it, couldn’t that mean it’s like… mondo cursed?”

Elena clapped her hands. “Dibs on anything shiny! Or glittering! Or otherwise valuable looking!”

I rolled my eyes. “I’ll be careful.” Standing at a distance of a few feet, with a mana-shield raised, I used my staff to unlatch and flip open the container.

Deep magenta smoke billowed out of the chest immediately. Ben grabbed Elena and dashed back to the previous room, but I would be far too slow to manage that. I threw up an air-tight bubble as the room filled.

I couldn’t move my little air pocket without risk of smoke getting in, and I also didn’t have the mana reserves to keep it up for long without leaving myself useless for the rest of the dungeon.

Five minutes passed and there was no sign of the smoke dissipating. I sighed. Any longer and I wouldn’t even have enough mana for an emergency escape teleport back to town.

I made sure I knew the direction of the exit, and made a break for it as I dropped my protective bubble. The sickly sweet scent of the gas filled my lungs as I sprinted for the door.

I slammed the door shut behind me and took a deep breath of fresh air as I made it back into the minotaur’s chamber. Bits of smoke billowed across the floor, but the door seemed to hold the majority of it back.

I surveyed the scene. Ben and Elena were nowhere to be seen, perhaps having fled the dungeon altogether. The great minotaur’s body stayed where we had slain it, as expected.

I looked to myself, and couldn’t help but shriek in surprise. Nearly my whole body had been covered by some sort of… fabric. A disgusting deep purple cloth that hid me from the world, resembling a traditional elven noble’s gown.

I tore the thing off of myself, only to cry out again at finding two more covering my breasts and vagina. I ripped the horrid things to the floor, finally baring my whole body.

The horrors didn’t stop there. I hardly had any curves! I figured the gas must have shrunk me. No matter. It had been some time since I’d had to use body modification magic, but I managed to return my breasts to their usual F-cup size, and give my hips the delicious swell they were meant to have.

I fingered the inside of my vagina. Disgustingly dry. I cast one more spell, returning me to the permanent dripping moistness I’m supposed to have. I looked around for a penis, but couldn’t find one. I’d have to find someone to fill me up with cum later.

Happy with my work to bring my body back to normal, I set about searching for my team. Typical, honestly, to abandon the party’s slut and make a run for it when things get tough.

As I stalked back through the halls of the dungeon something didn’t feel right though. It took me a few rooms to work it out, but it was so obvious once I realized.

Thoughts were coming way too easily to my head. My mind kept drifting to pondering mysteries of academics, and arcana, rather than thinking about cock and all the ways to take it. With a little more thinking I realized the smoke had even made me able to read. Disgusting.

I prepared one more spell. Really, a combination of several spells at once. I knew once I hit myself with one of them I’d lose my ability to cast magic and wouldn’t be able to fix the rest of myself up. I sighed. Soon, I wouldn’t even have to deal with considerations like that any more.

My own spell hit me like a ton of bricks. In seconds, centuries of magic, leadership, camaraderie, were replaced with memories of sex positions, submission, and being fucked in every hole from every angle.

I giggled, mind blissfully lightened from the heavy load of knowledge. After fingerblasting my pussy a few times and experimenting with how far in my ass I could get this weird magic wand thingy, I resumed my quest to find my party members. I’d have to make Ben cum in me, like, thirty times to make up for this.