Becoming a Sissy Healer Slut for my Party

Arien took a deep breath and began the incantation for the spell. The words came one by one and gradually the power in his hands built, going from the barest glimmer to a full green glow of healing energy. Arien then changed gears and switched his incantations to channel the energy focusing it towards the man in front of him. He was focused, prepared and about to finish the spell as a rock hit him in the shoulder.

"Ow!" Arien turned to look at the orc ranger behind him that had a wide grin on his face. "What the fuck Davri?" The orc laughed, clearly enjoying the show as Arien's spell fizzled with his concentration interrupted. The man in front of him sighed.

"Arien we need better than this." The man in front of him groaned.

"Davri hit me with the rock!"

"And in a real fight you're going to have to cast while arrows are being shot at you. I need you to be able to perform under pressure." Arien nodded.

"I understand Garn, I'll keep practicing." Garn shook his head, his heavy armor shaking a little as he did so.

"No that's enough for now Arien. We've been at this for hours, let's take a break." Arien nodded, as much as he was willing to continue, a break did sound good. While he didn't want to admit it it was hard for Arien to continue trying to keep up with his party's training regimen. He did try his best but he was beginning to think he just wasn't cut out for fieldwork. As whenever he tried to focus and work under more difficult conditions he seemed to massively fuck it all up. He supposed he had a hard time performing under pressure, especially when his teammates would continue to try and test his mettle by trying to interrupt his focus while he was casting. He understood the necessity of it, he really did need to learn how to work under pressure if he was going to be an adventurer, but nonetheless it felt like his party was making things more difficult than they needed to. Arien sighed, maybe this really was all on him and he shouldn't try and blame anyone else. He walked into the mess hall at the adventurer training camp he and his party were currently living, and for a few hours Arien ate, drank, just tried to forget the world around him.

XxX

The next morning Arien woke up early, with Davri abruptly shaking him awake.

"Garn wants to talk to you, says it's important and that if you want to keep your job you need to get over to the regular meeting spot now." Arien groaned, still not quite awake, and began to get up and change out of his sleepwear into his mage robes. If Garn was willing to threaten his job over this then it must be really important. Arien considered the possibility that maybe he was going to end up getting the axe regardless of what happened at this meeting, that would mean his option was going back home to the Elven Glades and trying to find work as a healer, where there's almost no openings, or settling for work doing some form of menial labor for far less pay. He hoped to the gods that this wasn't in his future, but right now he would just have to see how the meeting went.

XxX

When Arien arrived the rest of the party was at the classroom where the group usually met waiting for him already. Davri was there, the orcish rogue looking as smug as ever in his black leather stealth suit with his daggers and thieves tools at his belt. Lana, the party's mage, was standing in her purple robes and oversized wizard hat, her long red hair framing her delicate features as she poked her bespectacled blue eyes in a spell book, possibly trying to hide the faint smile Arien noticed on her face. Irina the paladin was standing resolute with her shiny black hair falling into a perfectly braided ponytail against her dark chocolate skin, her polished but functional armor gleamed as it always did, and her mace and shield were neatly stored at her back with her holy symbol at the ready on her belt, Arien noticed her brown eyes looking forward resolutely, as if she was waiting for a command. And finally, Garn the fighter stood taller than the rest of them (even narrowly beating Davri's orcish height by a few inches). His calculating blue eyes sizing Arien up as always from his deceivingly disheveled face. Arien was always surprised how little Garn cared about how he looks besides basic hygiene and the bare minimum of presentability. He kept himself clean enough, but his beard of black scruffy hair always seems to be in an awkward state growth, never quite reaching a respectable length. Garn was always a mystery to Arien, his armor was chipped in places and one could see many imperfections in how he presented himself at any given time; despite all that Garn commanded the respect of both the party and the adventuring community in general, he was known as a man who could get the job done, hell or high water, and so he was never hurting for work, despite the fact that he looked ratty and somewhat unkempt. The party looked at Arien as he came in, with Irina only turning her attention to him after Garn spoke.

"Alright Arien, here's the deal. Clearly things haven't been going well for you when you try to perform under pressure, which is something we absolutely need you to be able to do if we're going to go into a combat mission with you again. I don't need to remind you of what happened last time." Visions flashed in Arien's head of the traumatic experience of his first actual mission, and he remembered almost letting Lana die because he wasn't fast enough on his healing spells. Arien shuddered as he shook his head, wishing he could erase that event from the past entirely. Garn continued. "Now normally we would just cut our losses and fire you from the team at this point, but in your case I feel that we've invested too much time and resources to give up on you just yet." Arien nodded, it was disheartening to hear Garn say it like that but he didn't disagree. Garn had paid for Arien's robes, staff, magical reagents and more, money that would be down the drain as other healers couldn't attune to Arien's items unless he had already died or someone did an expensive ritual. "But, I actually think there's hope for you to be a good healer still, because Lana here accidently caught you pleasuring yourself one day, and using healing magic to do it." Arien's eyes went wide as Garn said it. Lana was watching him masturbate?! "Now normally Lana should have stopped watching and left you alone, but she noticed how much more fluidly you cast the magic when it was related to your own pleasure, I don't know why but it seems like a turn on for you." As embarrassed as Arien was, he nodded. A trick he learned early on at magic school was how to pleasure himself with healing magic, a set of dirty spells that got passed around at the academy where he learned the craft. The spells used the natural sensation of healing magic to cause pleasure by stimulating the nerves of the user. Arien's thoughts were interrupted as Garn continued. "Lana then proceeded to watch you for a while and look into what you were doing. Now normally I wouldn't condone this breach of your privacy, but in this case I'm glad she did because she came up with a better way to train you. Starting tomorrow, if you agree to this, she's going to give you a magical tattoo that allows her and by extension the rest of us to stimulate you sexually, if her watching you is any indication you should perform better at healing magic when your feeling pleasure, if this works then congratulations, you will be our healer after all, if not, then we're gonna have to let our go." He paused for a moment letting his words sink in before continuing. "And if you don't want to try this, which is understandable, it's a bit unusual for sure, then I am sorry but we're going to let you go right now, you've had plenty of chances at this point." Arien thought about this for a moment. Was he really willing to go along with this? What if his party members took advantage of him? Being an adventurer was his dream but if he had to do it like this... Arien shook his head. No. He was going to do whatever it took to try and make it here, he had wasted his party's time enough, and besides he had little to no opportunities other than this. Arien nodded resolutely.

"Ill do it, I want to be useful as a healer." Garn smiled. As did Lana, Arien noticed her smile was mischievous, but he paid it little mind, he was going to be a good healer, and so he would go along with his plan and be the party's healer, no matter how humiliating it was. Arien walked over towards Lana, ready to start his life as a real healer, but unknown to him, today marked the first day of him being a healslut.