Ritual Rampage

 A biker in the countryside gets caught up in a town's strange ritual. 

Gremlin

 I awoke to a nasty spark hitting my face. Everything was coming back to me. I'm a radio operator in a B-25 bomber somewhere over the Aegean sea. We were heading back to base after a mission. The plane was a lot lighter after dropping some bombs. The co-pilot spotted enemy aircraft using the sun to hide themselves. We were attacked by two Messerschmitt fighters. Their machine guns found us an easy target. We took heavy damage. I guess I was knocked out, but now I'm conscious.

The plane is sputtering. I can feel the vibrations as one of the engines is starting to shut down. I look towards the pilot seats. One of them is dead and the other is wheezing badly; not much time for him either. There's the whistling of air flowing through bullet holes and stains of blood around the cockpit. I cant hear anyone from the rear. Am I the only one left? 

As the adrenaline in my body is calming down. I come to the realization that I'm not alright either. I got bullet holes in me too. My arm is shredded. My crotch is bleeding badly from some sort of shrapnel. My face is hot from the electric arc of my now broken radio. There's no one out there to help me. The plane is miraculously flying, but not for long. The enemy pilots must think gravity will take care of it. I painfully cough up some blood. My whole body is in shock. I resign myself to die. 

"Quite a predicament you're in, aren't cha, human?" 

A little voice out of nowhere came through. I painfully craned my head around and saw a little green man with big ears and a mischievous grin. It was pulling some wires and fiddling with a burnt knob. It was my hallucination from the other day. I've heard crazy, unbelievable stories of Gremlins before, and now as I'm dying. I seen one. 

"It's too bad this human flying machine is broken now. I would have loved to study it more. No matter the dimension, You humans sure do love killing each other. But I got to thank you, young man. You saw me the other day and didn't chase after me or shoot me, like others do. I may be a monster, but I'm a scholar too. I love tinkering with gadgets and sometimes in my excitement, stuff breaks." 

I vaguely remember the little green fella. I thought it was in my imagination. Back on base, I had won against a Frenchman soldier in poker, a couple of bottles of Absinthe. Being put on guard duty at night. I would drink happily of the green liquid. The higher ups knew I had some, but they didn't care. Everyone was on edge cause of the War. And as long as I performed my mechanic tasks, did my rounds of patrolling and kept the radios working. I could get away with a lot. 

Over the next few nights, as I chipped away at the bottle. I had seen the Gremlin diving into different tool bags. Looking at wrenches, screwdrivers awls and sockets. Figuring out how ratchets work. It was a curious, excited, little thing. I saw it take apart a carburetor and freak out when it couldn't put it back. Even fully drunk, I could put it back together with ease. I finished what the little imp started and cleaned up after it. It's not like anyone would believe me if I told them that a little green man was loose and playing tricks on the base. They'd discharge me for Battle fatigue or send me to the crazy house.

All that thinking and remembering soon caused me more pain. My head felt heavier and I winced and shivered as I lost more bodily functions. 

"You poor human. Let me take that thing off your head." The little gremlin, no bigger than my hand, climbed up my body with its little claws. It hurt me more and I yelped in pain as it used an open wound to get a footing to unlatch my leather helmet from my chin. "Sorry about that, Gov. It's too bad I met a human like you too late. You have a tinkerer's soul like me. And I would've liked to see how you take gadgets apart......"

BOOOOM! The dying, broken, propeller on the wing finally gave out and a terrible explosion rocked the plane. A dead pilot fell forward on the controls. It helped the Bomber twist to its side even more as now it was finally taking its final descent to the bottom of the sea. 

I lurched back on my seat. I was too weak and injured to even try to make it to the escape hatch let alone putting on a parachute. My hallucination jumped off me and soon hung off a dangling wire. He was hanging in a weird angle as I knew the plane was crashing. I couldn't help but painfully sob and cry as broken ribs hurt as I let my flood of emotions out. 

"Goodbye little gremlin. Thank you for keeping me company as I perish. Leave me. I hope you escape somehow. Don't forget about me....." 

"Aww shucks human, don't look at me with those sad, puppy dog eyes!" The gremlin replied. "I cant do this often, as we gremlins also have rules and hierarchy to follow. I guess I can take you away with me, young man. But you must face the consequences. And I must take you to the Goblin King too. we'll need his blessing. I like to tinker with machines. But rarely I am allowed to tinker with human flesh. If you accept these rules, then say..... YES!"

As I mustered all my fear, pain and courage to survive, The plane hit the water at great speed. But upon my dry, dying, quivering lips a meek "yes" did come out. I was a dead man anyways. So why not indulge my hallucination.....

The plane shuddered and metal gave way as the crashing plane skidded off the waters surface. The Sea burst its way into the plane. My fading eyesight and graying tunnel vision soon saw the Gremlin do a funny dance as it's hands started to glow. 

Everything went gray and black around me. I could hear the waters swirling around us, yet we weren't getting wet. The plane was assuredly sinking. Time seemed to slow down. The hissing of the waters could be heard. Plane debris was floating everywhere. A strange magical air pocket was surrounding us. 

The Gremlin soon landed back on me. But he wasn't the size of my hand anymore. He was much bigger. It seemed heavier and at least three feet tall. The Gremlin poked and prodded me. It unbuttoned my jumpsuit where it could, or it ripped and teared cloth when a zipper or button wouldn't budge. Its green hands turned bloody as it fiddled with my wounds and slapped my face just to see my reactions. It was sizing me up. 

I was so weak from my death that I couldn't resist or push away the Gremlin as it started getting more violent and having its way with me. This sort of pain felt different than dying. It's fingers felt like knives, its grip devastating. The Gremlins face smiled with glee as it felt inspired by what he could do as it methodically tinkered with my flesh.

Its hands ripped off what little bit of my manhood I had. I could only stare in silent horror as he flung what was left of my dick towards the edge of the magical bubble we were in. The water soon took it away never to be seen again. As the gremlins hands prodded the vacant area between my legs, it pushed my swollen, injured balls into me. 

My body jerked and convulsed more as the Gremlin pulled out the excess intestines leaking out of me. Its claws snipped and reduced dead tissues in my abdomen. I felt incomplete as I glanced at the piles of bloody flesh that used to be me. I felt even more broken as it sliced and whittled excess bones. Or how it broke my humerus and femur into smaller pieces just to reattach them. It would choose and flick away all the little bones in my hands that he didn't want. My arms and legs felt stumpy. 

I was now almost the Gremlins current size. My torso was still big. But with its unnatural strength, it picked me up and threw me on my stomach onto the planes floor. With my back totally exposed, the gremlin dug its claws into my spine and started removing ribs and vertebrae shrinking me even further. It threw away my collapsed lung and split my remaining lung in two. Permanently giving me weak, shallow breaths.

By now, my body became used to the strange pain. Like if the pulling of old flesh made what little was left in me keenly aware. My old body was gone. But my head felt huge and disproportionate. Like a flower too heavy for its stem. I tried to muster the energy to speak, but the Gremlin on top of me shut me up. Its bloody hands covered my mouth.

"Don't speak Gov. I'm almost done with you. If you talk, you'll dispel the magic and we'll both drown. I've been tinkering with you for hours and we're already at the bottom of the sea. Bear with me, my creation. Soon we will be in my world and you'll never have to deal with your nasty human war ever again."

The Gremlins claws dug into my throat, I let out a stifled gag as he choked me. It's squeezing of my windpipe and trachea ensured that my voice would never be the same. 

In a strange defiance of how the Gremlin had been treating me, It gently cradled my still oversized head as it flipped me over onto my back. He was again on top of me. Despite our now smaller sizes, The Gremlin felt big, imposing, and powerful as he still had complete control over me. 

"Gov, this will be the hardest part to tinker with. I hope to leave your psyche intact as much as possible. I would like that. I don't want a brainless doll. I could use a companion, an assistant. Once this is done, a brand new world will await us....."

*!CRACK!* I felt a tremendous fist hit me, breaking my nose instantly. A second hit dislocated my jaw. An otherworldly grip was putting pressure and cracking my skull. Chunks of bone flew off like flint chips escaping. My face must have caved in. The Gremlin grabbed both my ears and pulled them apart with tremendous might. My eyesight got a red hue as blood fogged up my vision. My eyes struggled to stay open, but the worst feeling was that of my brain being picked away by dangerous, slender clawed, digits. 

I desperately wanted to scream. When will this crazy dream end?  But once again like when I was dying earlier, everything went to black. 

~~~~

"Right this way Gov, we have an audience with our king" The Gremlin said. 

I was startled by his voice. The violent Gremlin that beat the hell out of me was holding my hand and guiding me in some sort of dank, dark palace. How long was I out? Where am I? What am I? I look down at myself......

My skin is blue? I have long blond hair and two gigantic ears poking out. I don't feel anything between my legs and I feel a definite jiggle on my chest under this strange armour I'm wearing. Do I have boobies? I'm trying to remember details about my past life and my memories are jumbled to say it nicely. I was human once. But now..... I think I'm a gremlin too? 

"I'm sorry to spring this on you Gov. I know you have a million questions. But there's things that must be done to ensure yours and mine's safety in this kingdom. I'm doing my best to protect you. Just follow my lead and don't do anything stupid in front of the Goblin King."

We soon make our way to a huge gate. Its being guarded by two Nasty looking orcs holding medieval battle axes. If I was human I would be terrified, but how I am now, I'm not. I'm strangely mellow. I set aside a pending identity crisis. As this new me has bigger issues to take care of. The Gremlin is still holding my dainty little hand as we make our way to a strange looking throne. I cant stop blushing.

Surrounded by more elite, monstrous guards, some nasty looking wolves and ghostly wights. An ominous black shadow solidifies into something vaguely human....

"HAIL THE GOBLIN KING!" The creatures shout in chorus. Their boisterous cheer hurt my ears. What have I gotten myself into? I think to myself. "KNEEL BEFORE THE GOBLIN KING!" The vassals commanded once again.

Gremlin pulls me down to the ground. It's a position of subservience. It hurt my shoulder as he pulled me closer to the floor. It's a pain I remembered a bit. Of what was done to me. 

"Isn't this a strange specimen!" The Goblin King spoke. I could feel threatening magic in his voice. The King gets closer to me, inspecting me. He seems to read me like a book.

I feel him undressing me with his eyes. It's creepy but I cant do a thing. " I feel a strange aura around the lass." The king grumbled. "What can she contribute to our monster kingdom?"

"She is a fine gremlin, sire!" Gremlin boasted. "I've seen to it. She's blue because I saved her with my magic when she was dying. She has pledged an oath to me and she will be a fine apprentice. Also with your approval, your blessing my Goblin King........Gov will be my bride." 

"Whaaaaaaaaaat!?"

Greedy

 A greedy reincarnated fugitive finally gets caught by an other worldly entity 

Yakuza Changed

 A Yakuza Guard mulls over how his life changed while trying to protect his Boss. 

Link's Cheer Outfit

When Madame Couture finally finished Link's newest outfit. Link could only grit his teeth in silent anger as She unveiled her creation. A pink cheerleader uniform! Link was expecting something "not-girly" He was okay with light colors. Pink could be manly if worn correctly. But Madame Couture did something crazy unexpected with the Material Link struggled so hard to find in that dangerous
Drabland dungeon. The pink cheerleader outfit clashed with everything he stood for. Link, trying to be the gentleman that he is, forced himself a grateful smile and thanked the master designer. He shoved the outfit in the back of Madame Couture's closet. Hoping to never use it. It was just too wrong for him.

But after weeks of adventuring, discovering more materials and having more awesome outfits made. Link had a growing, nagging feeling about that pink cheerleader uniform. Things were getting tougher. But Link persevered. He had amassed all these cool powerful outfits and each one with a special ability! He was starting to get curious over what kind of effects the pink suit would have. Embarrassment be dammed! If it would mean more rupees and saving the kingdom of Hytopia. But he just wished that Madame Couture made something cooler and not girly.

So really early one morning, while madame Couture was still in bed sleeping. Link sneaked in to the store and sneakily went in to the closet to put on the frilly pink uniform. It looked completely alien to him. It looked so revealing and tiny. A shiver of fear went through him. Or was it simply the coldness of the pre-morning? The sun had yet to rise. Link quietly looked up and spotted a few of her cats hanging around. Only they will know what went on this day.

Link finally took off all his old clothes and stood there buck naked with only the outfit and the mirror before him. He wasn't exactly proud of his pudgy body. But he's still a few months away from another growth spurt. He was still just a kid. Link thought to himself that he better get on with it. The sooner he gets it on, the better. He figured he had enough time to sneak out of town and try the neglected outfit in a few areas in the Drablands that would be simple enough for him to beat. He would test the outfit just once and put it back on the hanger again.

As Link prepared the uniform, pull it off the hanger. A lowly pantie fell to the ground. It was white and plain. Easy enough to wear, Link thought to himself. The pantie was tighter than it looked as he put his legs through them and shimmied them up to his waist. The Elastic squeezed and bit at him as he let go of the panties. A satisfying snap seemed to be heard all throughout the store. And that scared him. A cat raised his head a bit to see the commotion. All it could see was Link's embarrassed face.
Link was glad only the cat saw him naked wearing women's clothes. How would the townsfolk react if they saw him like that?

Link was in awe at his reflection in the mirror. Even his thighs looked bigger with the pantie hanging off his pale hips. He turned around at with the mirror glanced at his back. His bottom looked deliciously girly. As he stared, his lower back and butt looked like someone else's body? Was this the panties doing or has his butt always been this girly to begin with? No wonder why sometimes strangers and townsfolk would confuse him for a girl. He hated that.

Links new panties felt strangely soft on his body. Having been used so long to wearing boxers, it was both naughty and exciting wearing something like that. The longer he stared at his crotch, the stranger it seemed to look. Somehow that frilly white pantie easily hid his junk. Almost like his genitals were being absorbed back into his body. 'Magic is real' Link thought, but you just cant lose your junk like that. He snorted in denial.

Being almost completely naked and the store suddenly seeming more colder than usual, Link could feel his knees starting to tremble and shiver. His toes ached suddenly for warmth. There was a pair of tiny white socks he could wear. Still within sight of the big mirror, he went towards a stool to sit down. Link's little toes wiggled in joy as silky, frilly socks will soon cover them.  As he bent up his legs to put them on, Link realized that he seemed a bit taller now. He did gain a few inches when he stood back up! Link realized that magic was afoot. He was wary, but his curiosity was growing.
'Well, on to the next piece,' Link thought.

The flowing pink cheerleader skirt looked too small for him. As he stroked the soft, fabric, Link discovered a tiny little zipper. He pulled it down a bit and the opening now looked a bit more easier to get into. Link gently laid the pink skirt on the carpeted floor and placed his now dainty socked feet inside them. As this new fabric went up his legs just like the pantie did earlier, Link was surprised at how girly and slender his fingers looked. They seemed to have changed too. Seeing new hands, Link realized how 'boyish' his sausage fingers used to be. He knew they worked fine ever since he started this crazy adventure. But now Link was wondering how these new hands could handle a sword, arrows and various other tools? He saved that thought for later. He'll find out soon enough out on the Drablands.

One thing Link found out is how easily his thumb and index finger pulled up the skirts zipper with ease. His new skirt rested gently on his hips and butt. Slightly above his modest white panties. The problem of tiny width of the skirt was gone. Link's slender tummy didn't bulge out or hang over. It was a dangerously perfect fit. Link stared at the mirror with his newest piece of clothing. He had a flat stomach and a dare he say cute belly button. In the back of his head he wanted to say he felt freaky. Here was a naked boy only wearing a pink skirt! People would call that being a pervert. He wanted to tear off the alien pieces of clothing and go back to being a boy. But his sense of curiosity kept egging him on.

Link shivered again as a cool draft wafted in from somewhere in the shop. It ruffled his skirt a bit. Link saw that and his eyes gleamed. It seemed the little pink skirt just begged to be flipped. It brought back memories of his childhood friend doing the same to girls back in his home village when he was younger. Link stared at the huge mirror and his reflection. He grabbed the sides of his pink skirt and gave himself a little flip. It was innocent enough. His reflection looked deliciously naughty as the skirt got a bit of air and his white panties were seen. Link giggled and smiled. Maybe he was a pervert? Link raised his toes off the floor and did a couple of pirouettes, furthermore spinning his skirt outward. 'Why was I afraid of this?' Link thought to himself. He hadn't had this much fun in a good long time.

As Link giddily kept spinning and posing for the mirror. His blond hair seemed to get in the way of his face. 'Was it always this long?' Link thought to himself. There seemed to be some extra added volume to his head! His hair was quite long now. Blond tresses seemed to tickle the back of his neck. His pointy ears that he was famous for, poked out of his puffy soft yellow hair. His long trademark sideburns dangled cutely as his hair seemed to get longer right before his eyes.

Link looked around what was left on the outfit on its hanger and saw a pink ribbon tied gently on it. Link knew instinctively what that ribbon was for. Link didn't have a brush or a comb, so he used the next best thing to try to fix his dangling, unruly hair. His slender fingers. As Link ran his fingers through his hair, He started gathering most of it up on top of his head. A high pony-tail. High up there, his blond hairs would no longer tickle his smooth slender, shoulders and back. Kill two
birds with one stone he thought. He wrapped the pink fluttery ribbon around his locks of hair, gave it a few passes and made a pretty bow on top. Link smiled once again at his newest accomplishment. He had been feeling strangely cute ever since he started this little adventure. Now more so.

By now there was one more piece of the outfit to go. Link feel see the tiny top practically begging to be worn. As Link pulled up the top through the hanger, two fuzzy pom-poms fell to the floor. 'I guess a cheerleader outfit needs those to be complete.' Link thought to himself. With a hanger in one hand and a cheerleader top in the other, Link never noticed that the wire hanger was specifically contoured for women's clothing in mind. A wire frame gave the pink top its form. Now that it was separated from the metal hanger, the top looked a little droopy. The metal gave it feminine support. Link wondered to himself if there was anything in the store he could use to stuff the top with. It wouldn't look right and it would probably wrinkle up the outfit when he battled. Madame Couture wouldn't like that.

But Link thought he'd better try it on first. It's the reason why he started all of this in the first place. Fear and hesitation were long gone. But Link was now feeling guilty, he shouldn't have sneaked in. That was not something a hero should've done. Whatever spell or magic caused by the pink uniform that he's under, somehow he hopes it not to be permanent. Link hopes that he turns back to normal once he removes the 'cheer outfit.' He realizes that the fabric he recovered from that dungeon is some powerful stuff. Things are left down in the deepest darkest dungeons are there for a reason. This pink fabric is probably one of them. 'Enough thinking!' Link thought to himself. 'I need to get this over with' But that was just an excuse. Link needed that top on him. The magic spell just didn't let him feel complete without it.

Link felt a warmth inside of him like no other sensation before or since. He stared at the mirror. Pink clothes dangling above his head. He closed his eyes as the cloth touched his soft hair. He grabbed the soft pink top and eased his head through the opening. His ears wiggled and ponytail moved a bit as the cloth moved down and rested on his shoulders. The ribbon held itself. His slender arms found their way through the holes on the sides. He was wearing it! Everything. Link opened up his eyes and gave himself the once over. Up and down the mirror, he checked himself out. He failed to notice the other changes to his face. Rosy red cheeks. Long pretty eyelashes. An even daintier nose. Former boyish facial features transformed into a perky, young ladies' face. It was an all new Link. But the new Link had other things on his mind. He was now wearing Madame Couture's Cheer outfit!

Link twirled again! Nothing out of place. It was a perfect fit. A stretchy elastic band nestled on his ribcage. Link shifted his shoulders and found a perfect range of movement in that perfect fabric. 'Madame Couture surely is a genius, even though I'm wearing girl clothes, she always finds a way for all her stuff to fit!' Link thought happily to himself.  'That i except for the chest area.' Link sighed. Something was lacking, he remembered that something needed to fill the void on his chest.

Link looked at his body. He peeked down the top. His own flat male chest wasn't helping maintain the cuteness of his new outfit. Link poked at his chest. He pinched the fabric, and it tented out as he pulled it.'The shape is there,' Link thought. 'My pink cheerleader top needs more definition. Maybe some rolled up cloth laying around?' He had found his first mission! With a glint of determination in his cute eyes, Link took off!

As Link left the mirror and the dressing room to quietly look around for something to fill his fake bosom with. Light was starting to sneak in through the windows. Link realized that he had to go! He tried harder going through Madame Couture's things. Link found a pair of shoes that seemed to fit. They seemed to match his outfit, so he put them on. Link's chest felt warm. He blamed that on his nervousness. Time was running out. But a strange jiggle began on little Link's thinning frame. At first it pulled and tugged gently on Links bare chest. As he carefully searched the store, his nipples got more pointy and protruded out. Soft, new womanly breasts were emerging! Link was unaware of his changes because of his new found focus to look 'complete.' He hurriedly grabbed a few silky sashes and bunched them up in his feminine hands. With no other choice, he pulled the stretchy fabric of his top to place the wound up ball of silk in them.... When Link's eyes bulged out in surprise and his girlish jaw dropped! Link found new cleavage sexily greeting him back. Link gasped in surprise at his new discovery! Two magnificent orbs of femininity were now nestled inside his pink top. Link's reaction was to scream at this final surprising change! What seemed like a big gulp of air was taken in by Link's petite chest. An intense bodily reaction a forming. A young lady, was about to scream.....

"YOUNG MAN!" A shrill angry voice boomed through the shop! It was Madame Couture! She was dressed in an extravagant night gown. Surely one of her crazy designs. "Link! How dare you interlope in my home! And at all crazy times of night! Shame on you boy! My cats came to warn me about an intruder, I didn't expect it to be you!" The chubby old lady's face then grew bigger with a wicked smile. She realized what was going on. "Oh you young lad! I see now why you are here!" Her cackling laugh was heard once again through the whole shop. She only stopped laughing when she started to wheeze.

Link was caught. His feminine face flustered red with guilt. What was just a start of some adventuring turned into something much more serious. Link felt a need to run away. He never runs, but somehow this new body of his wanted to just get away, go hide somewhere and cry. But Link couldn't leave, somehow he was stuck right there. Staring down at Madame Couture. Somehow Link knew that it was her doing. Her cats were circling around him. Some sort of spell.

Madame Couture's eyes lit up behind her dark sunglasses. "You, Link! I was going to forgive you for not wearing my 'Cheer outfit.' I made so many fashionable outfits for you! You eagerly wore them! All except for the one you're wearing right now! Fashion knows no gender! I knew you were a busy boy trying to save Hytopia and Princess Styla, but it pissed me off knowing that you totally ignored my Cheer Outfit! I know you've had a hard time lately with a few battles. Fights and dungeons that could have been solved had you given up your pride as a man and simply worn this pink outfit! How many friends and doppels have been hurt because you didn't use all the tools at hand? You need to learn a lesson, Link!" She hissed.

Madame Coutures' cats spun harder and faster around Link. Madame Couture began to mumble words in a strange language. Link's whole body started to hurt. Link's brain was swirling. Not because of the spinning cats but because new magic was taking space in his brain. A vision was revealed to Link. Madame Couture was in his head. She caused Link's gender to change. She explained that His punishment was his lack of faith in himself to save Hytopia and everyone in it. Tools are there for a reason. Link's pride as a male warrior means nothing if he cant save the kingdom. Madame Couture gave link one more vision as her cats swirled around the gender changed hero. A quest. A quest to gain back his manhood to see what path in life Link wants to take. Go back to a man or stay a woman forever. The prophecy still stands whether you are male or female. Hytopia still needs you! Choose your Destiny boy!

The action swirled down. Headaches and magic and cats all gone. And when link came to, On his new pink uniform was a strange symbol. It wasn't there before he was caught by her. Link wanted to go up and ask her what that symbol meant. But Madame Couture was gone. Not gone in a fit of magic, but back into her bed. She managed to sneak away and go back to sleep. Link could hear her snoring through the walls of the store. Link realized she was powerful witch. He'd best not bother her for a while. Link looked at his new body. There's nothing he can do for the moment. He was alone again.

Link was still stuck as a girl. He picked himself up off the floor. His newly transformed body had a sense of permanence to it. He definitely felt weak and girly. Link meditated there on the store's floor. He sensed that his heart containers were back to three. Months of hard work to gain them, all gone! He had to start all over. Time to hit back all those dungeons he breezed through all those times past. He'd have to grit and bear it and partner up all over again, with strangers and more doppels. Link stood up and dusted himself off. Dirt and fluff flew off his pink uniform. As he dusted off his top, Link could truly feel the heft of his breasts now. They were heavier than they looked. The same feeling happened when he patted himself on the butt. It felt strangely good. But that's something he'll have to deal with another day. Femininity is something new he's just not ready for. But at least Link felt healthy. He was a girl now. But there are worse things he could have been transformed into. There was a jiggle in his step as he picked up his pom-poms. He posed cutely for the mirror. 'I guess this is the new me eh?' Link opened the door and the cool morning air hit him, he quietly walked out the door.

Link's adventures will begin anew.

Aphrohesta

I'm feeling generous today!  This is the last of the captions I binged in making the other day. There were six of them. Plus the PSA.

This one's set in ancient greek times. It kinda reads like something from back then too! Enjoy!

Changed Into An Elf Girl

I used to be one of the greatest mercenaries in the Yborean Army. I was known as The Destroyer! I was feared and respected. I towered over my fellow soldiers. With one swing of my blade, I could destroy a platoon of enemy forces. I was a one man cavalry! The people would talk about my battles and how I helped expand the empire that hired me.

But when the orders came to fight a new enemy in an unexplored land. I jumped at the chance to join the Yborean empire's aggressive plans for expansion. I had heard tales and warnings of fellow mercenaries passing through towns on the way to battle. The new enemies have fearsome magics. All their prisoners of war disappear. Nothing is heard about them. They do not negotiate to give up their captured prisoners of war. They are eaten or sacrificed to some dark god. For us to win, we would have to strike first and strike hard. The enemy shows no mercy on the battlefield.

Hearsay and rumors I thought. The enemy will fall under my blade. When we finally clashed, I was on the battlefield I was quickly slaying my enemies. Left and right they died before my blade. It was a tough battle that we were winning. That is until their magical reinforcements came to help them. A group of enemy magicians chanted and moaned. They summoned their fierce magics. Their magical blasts fell like rain. I looked around and saw my allies felled by enemy magic. I ran.  I zigged and zagged, but I could not avoid it. I was struck down by their devious magic....

When I awoke. I found myself in some big room. The bed I lay in seemed huge! I turned my head and looked outside the window. I found myself in some huge mansion in the middle of an even bigger city. No doubt, I was deep inside enemy territory. I could not recognize the mountains and other landmarks outside. But not only that. I felt scared and weak. I've never felt this way before. I wasn't afraid of anything. I looked down on my body. My heart stopped. Gone was my former self. I was replaced by a little elf girl. I was in tiny sleepwear never meant for a man like me. I was shocked by my new body! I felt so tiny and alien. I wanted to scream in anger, but no words escaped my tiny little mouth.

As I looked around the room. There was a man and a bunch of maids. They all had elf-like ears, and features. Just like me.  I felt a strange energy as I locked eyes with the man. Whatever curse that was upon me, he knew something about it. I sensed that this man was my captor and also my new father. My father died years ago in battle. The maids by his side had the same strange power over me but it wasn't as strong as my fathers spell. I stood there and hoped that I could find some way, any way to escape my captors.

For a moment I found myself broken from the spell. I screamed and wailed and ran around the room. All I could do is scratch and slap my captors. But I was quickly subdued. The maids grabbed me and sat me back down on the bed. Whatever strength I had as a man was quickly gone. The maids weren't strong either. But being in this new body, all of my abilities were gone. I once could kill a man with my bare hands. But I had no power to fight against any of them. A little girl has no chance. I looked at my father. I could tell that he lifted the curse just for a second. To show me the futility of escape. A wry, evil smile shone in his face.

Every morning, without fail I jumped out of bed and screamed! I hoped that my nightmare would be over?! But I would wake up in the same petite, girlish body. How could they do this to me? My
muscles! Gone. Replaced by soft, scrawny girl flesh. My rough, calloused giant man hands, now soft pink digits with tiny oval nails. These tiny hands, they've never seen any hard work. My thick, muscular legs that ran through the battlefields unchecked, now replaced by the soft thighs of a little girl. Each day, the maids would come up and feed me and dress me. They would bathe me too. They would not speak of what I used to be and would ignore my pleads to change me back. I hated my weak defenseless body. Later, I would spend time in the mansion and do nothing. I was like a doll. I'm sure that I was a prisoner. But instead of cages and chains, My prison was this home. Surrounded by maids and fancy things. Not only that, I was a prisoner in my own body too.

As the weeks went by, I found myself with a little bit more freedom. No longer confined to my room. I would wander around the mansion and talk to the servants. Some would give me a little candy. I was still treated like a child. Some of the normal maids heard about what I really was but were forbidden to speak about it. But others simply saw me as the master's child. I would sneak in to places and I would get caught. I would test my captors patience. With time I earned more freedoms. I found a library one day, and I asked if they would let me read some of my fathers books. They thought I couldn't read, so they let me take a few. I had a hard time reading the language but I soon picked it up. I guess this new body is useful for other things. I would carry different books to my room and read them. I pretended to the maids that I would just stare at the pictures. And I would play with the books, so they paid me no mind. But reading all of my father's tomes gave me important intel and insight into my enemies territory. Was there something in these books that will give me clues to my freedom?

When my father would come back, and check on me. I would make sure that the books were back in their proper place. I'm sure he still considers me an enemy and I don't think I should be looking at his things. He would come and look at me sometimes. Or he would just stare at me when we eat at the dinner table. He was a cold, indifferent man. I could not see how a man like him could be a father. I seemed to be like a piece of furniture in his mansion. Does he have any plans for me? If any? The servants here gave me more attention than he ever could.

As time went on, I gathered some more information on where I was at. I was in the second biggest city-state. The mansion I was in was quite the affluent neighborhood. But I still couldn't find a way to escape. But I talked to the servants who had spell I felt that time I awoke here. I would throw subtle, innocent questions at them to gauge their answers. Some would answer a bit But others would laugh at me. They told me I was a permanently a little girl. They had control over the spell put on me. If I ever became rowdy or violent They could say a few magic words and cause me great pain. But they never used it. I was an obedient little girl. But also they were confident that I had no chance of escape. I told them they were right. I would giggle and joke with them. I told them that I was a happy little girl now. They would smile and pat my head. But I'll never forget. Deep inside me I'm still a man. I guess I would have to play along with them. I will find some way to become a free man.

Less and less. I would feel the presence of my father the captor. He would be gone for days at a time. I would hear stories of battles and invaders from a far away lands. The battles were getting more fierce. Rumors from the workers at the mansion. Over time I learned how to sense where and when the maids were at. Even the ones that had that partial spell over me. This was a useful trick. It must be some elfish sixth sense. It was harder to sense my father. I figured that my father was gone, off on some battle or tormenting other cursed people like me. I still felt like a prisoner. But there were days where I just let myself be a little girl. I was making more memories again. I had a chance to learn new things that I never would have done in my former life. I actually learned to swim! The maids and other help showed me how. We would take a swim in my father's private pool.  When I was a man, I never bothered to learn that ability. I figured since I would always be on land killing my enemies I would have no reason to swim. But with my new body I took to water just like a fish. I was proud. I like how my swimsuit felt when I wore it too. I guess it cant be all bad, being a girl.

As the months passed by, I really thought there would be no escape. I was becoming complacent. But I shook my head in denial. There must be some way to get out? I was slowly forgetting about who I used to be. The maids would come and dress me some more. I always had plenty of clothes. One of them would spend some time combing my growing hair. Long locks of hair swished and streaked across my dainty, girlish face. The maid would leave it styled different every day. But I liked it when she gave me ponytails. Back when I was a man I shaved my head bald. It scared people. My enemies feared me more that way. I stood there for a second as the maids left the room I don't know why that memory came back to me. It reminded me of who I used to be. I would still get random dreams of the man I used to be. I would day-dream about the adventures and kills I did back when I was the fearsome warrior, 'The Destroyer'

But the worst thing the enemy could have done to me is to leave me like a tiny pre-pubescent little girl. Weird little feelings were coming more often. I guess I get to go through puberty a second time.  My body started showing signs of the budding femininity in me. I take it I've been a prisoner for a few years now. My body is changing. I feel some growing pains that I haven't felt since I was a little boy all those years ago. A memory came back to me. I hated it back then. Once my family knew I was growing up. They sent me away to train me in the life of battle. I never got to grow up like the common folk. My life soon became one of battle and death. I grew up into a warrior. I became a mercenary to the highest bidder.

As I look in the bedroom mirror. I notice my growing breasts. My dainty girlish mound. My soft little butt. I can see the beauty I was going to be each time I see my reflection. I was becoming a woman. I was growing up more and more. The first time I had my period, the maids were more excited than I was. They complimented me on my journey into womanhood. I was scared every month when the bleeding came around. But I soon got used to it. The monthly visit became routine. Just like the other things I did in the mansion. As I notice more new things every day, I realize I am going to turn out into one beautiful girl. The etiquette classes they made me take reinforced the fact that I was a girl in some nobleman's family. I actually started to like how pretty I looked every day. Especially with the dresses they got me....

Wait. Was this their plan all along? To break my will by trapping me in this female form? If I'm a woman now. Then one day I'm going to be betrothed to someone. Some man! Back when I was a man, Noble families wanted me to marry their daughters. My seed for their women. They wanted a strong child to improve their family legacy. I never wanted to marry, but I've given plenty of women in various cities the gift of a child. Now that I'm a growing woman with her own womb. Surely they'll do the same to me? Knowing my creepy father, he would do that. I'm reminded that I'm still a prisoner. I'll just be transferred to another warden. It sent a scary shiver down my spine.

No wonder there have been more visitors to the mansion lately. Why didn't I notice it before? We've been having all these fancy dinners. The maids have been working a lot feeding and entertaining all the guests. Even my father's been home more lately. I've been introduced to all sorts of people. Young and old. I would curtsy to them and they would bow back. It felt creepy as a few of them stared at me. I knew they were here for something else. I simply thought all of these parties were to celebrate my father coming home. But now I realize that these parties are meant for me. My father is courting me, finding a suitor. I remember once when I was a man I was at a party similar to this. I hated wearing proper attire. My former size made it impossible to wear fancy clothes properly. I had to wear clothes like that because I was a bodyguard to some woman who was to be betrothed to some rich bigshot. I was protecting the girl from unwanted men who lusted for the rich mans daughter. Now I was that rich mans daughter. I felt sick.

One day at one of these special parties. I met up with a boy. He was a child of another noble family. His older brother was a potential suitor for me. But I don't remember him. But I did hit it off with the other brother. We would talk about things, or more likely he would talk more about himself. He's learning how to fence and fight. He loves to explore the lands the empire has given to his family. He boasts that he is smarter than his older brother. Stuff a teenager would say to impress a girl like me. I liked the attention he gave me. But something was off about him. Whatever that was, it made me more interested in him.

On another occasion and another party. We met up again. He compliments me on my dress. He wants to know more about me. There was not much I could say anyways. Living the sheltered life of a captured warrior turned little girl, what would I contribute? That I loved swimming? That I love the clothes the maids make me wear? I was still a little shy around him, but to me he seemed so brave. So boyish. I felt something stirring inside me, something different. He was the boy I could have been? Adventurous and brave? I admired him. It was a strange new sensation. Did my girly body finally have a crush on a boy?

As we sat in the courtyard away from the snooty crowds and bustle of the party. We held hands and stared at the night sky. I felt some more of that strangeness. We looked into each others eyes. Totally out of character, I kissed him. I felt like it was the right thing to do. On that night. I gave up on what I used to be. I cant go back to that berzerker I once was. What life do I have to go back to? I've been dead for years. The kingdom who hired me has already replaced me with someone else. Do I really want to go back to a life of killing? Swirling thoughts of pain and hope were muddling my brain. Do I want to accept this new femininity?  But then, the boy who stole my first kiss spoke to me.

"I know what you are. For I am like you too. I am...I was a captured prisoner. We are given a new chance in life. This kiss proved to me my suspicions." The boys face was dead serious. Like if a veil was removed from both our heads. I finally found someone just like me.

"I don't think you'll like what I used to be." I answered shyly. "My former life is something I've now decided not to go back to. I've changed so much I don't know what to do. How can I exist when I have a whole 'nother lifetime inside of me?" I cried. For the first time in my new life. I cried. I always thought of myself as a tough guy. But, crying was like a strange release. It made me feel better. I could only guess that I've just opened up my girl side even more. A hormonal release. I wiped my tears on a handkerchief the boy gave me. I liked how it smelled. Like him.

"I don't care what you used to be," the boy said. "I care about what you are now. You see I was once someone else too. I was captured in battle and turned young again. I used to be a general in a kingdom far east of here. I was sixty years old. But now I am but a nobleman's child. I realize now what was done to me and to you. I learned that this country nobility has some fertility issues. It's reproduction rate is falling. Too many miscarriages. The countries leaders are dying. Its enemies don't know that. In a few years the royalty will have no children to carry on its legacy. This kingdom figured out a devious way to replenish some of its people. They've captured prisoners and re-purposed them for breeding. Trying to make more citizens. But it's a futile effort. The common folk will soon revolt. They are only furthering the seeds of their own destruction!"

"So that's why I was turned into a girl!" I shouted. "I felt so weak in my new body, I thought this was cruel torture! And I guess it was! I used to be a man...and I'm a woman now. And now I'm going to be a prize for some some dull nobleman to mate with?" I couldn't tell, but I'm sure I was completely red in the face, both angry and embarrassed.

"Oh man! I'm sorry to hear that. I didn't think them to be capable of doing that to someone!" The boy replied. "I was captured in a tremendously tough battle many years ago. I was turned into a baby. I would have completely forgotten about who I used to be, until one day when I was four, in a bazaar, a slave servant fell on me and we accidentally kissed. That simple act unlocked all of my memories. You see he was a prisoner too. It seems like us transformed people are unconsciously attracted to each other. It's something our captors didn't factor in when they devised this horrible spell."

My face was completely locked. I don't know how many times I gasped in surprise. I was in rapt attention I was fixated on my companions conversation. Not only did he reveal the world to me, I couldn't help but notice other things about him too. I was infatuated with him. My new boyfriend. His nose, his chin his blonde hair. My girly thoughts were on overdrive. I wanted to see all of him. But I focused back on his story....

"My adopted family never knew I broke their spell. My only guess is that the magic lessons I studied back in my former life, helped me. Being a general, I always had contingency plans. I studied lots of things. But I never was good at magic, but I guess I picked up enough ability to counter their spell. I've kept up the charade. I've learned more magic spells this time and they can never steal my mind anymore. In a few more months your father would have cemented his spell and you would have been completely a girl. All parts of your former life would have been erased. My father did the same spell on me, some sort of coming of age mumbo jumbo he said. But I faked it. I'm pretending to be the second son of the nobleman. I still am. But I've spent this past decade collecting intel and preparing another spell to break the hold they have over us prisoners. A future battle against our enemies. But I need more allies. I have gathered a few. But something about you feels different. Feels right."

"Thank you, I don't know what I can help you with. But I'll try."  But I was certainly more impressed with my new boyfriends resolve. It pales to what little bit of 'studying' I did in the past. This guy has a better plan, something I could never do. It must be because he used to be a general.  My girly heart is falling even deeper in love with him. I feel a strange tickle between my thighs. He brings out new sensations in me! Am I his now?

"Girl, Do I have your trust?" The boy said, "I'm a little scared that I said too much. I don't want my plans ruined. Are you with me? I plan to take down this country. Free our brothers and sisters. Grow and deploy an army from the inside. Maybe build a new country from its ashes?" The boy was standing proud, pumping his fist into the air!

"Yes!" I blurted. I responded like the lovestruck girlfriend that I am. But a thought of feminine doubt entered my mind. I still dreamed of escape. Could the boy help me?  "But cant we just run away? Right now? Surely you've seen the mansion from the outside? Is there a way for me to escape? For both of us to escape? I promise to go anywhere with you! I love you! Lets take our chances and escape these lands. Lets forget about everything and make a new life together?" I was dead serious.

"I've thought that over many times over the years, girl." The boy replied. "But I've weighed the options. This country is too big and we would not have the resources to escape. We could make new lives and live hidden among the people, but in a few years, the wars that are coming would not help us. We have been given the best opportunities. We've already been put in rich peoples hands. We are nobles. We have the ability to take over from the inside. Not now, but in a few years. We can rebel and free ourselves. Revolutions take time. And I would be honored to spend that time with you."

I never knew I could swoon, but I almost fainted. My girlish heart skipped a beat. I know he's just a kid like me. But his words swayed my young teenage heart. He was right too. I'm just a kid. If I escaped I would be caught quickly. All my basic freedoms would be taken away and I really would be a prisoner. "So what do I do now?"

The boy came closer and held my hand. "I will declare my desire to court you once we go back into the party. My father wanted to marry off my older brother, his real son. But I don't think he's ready. He desires a life of war and conquest. He's going to Knight academy in the summer. He's not ready to commit to a wife let alone a young beautiful girl like you. Your father isn't that wealthy. All he has is this mansion. He got lucky that the empire gave you to him. He wants to improve his status amid the elite. Marrying you off has surely been his plan since the beginning. My family can do that. Respond to me at the party, and I will get everything in motion. Can you do this for me love?"

"Yes! I'll do anything to escape! I was never so truthful in this life and my former one. I have a reason to push forward. My new life doesn't have to be full of pain and dreariness. I found someone that accepts me, you. Sooner or later we will find a way to break free. I'll do anything you ask me for. I'll wait patiently for the day I'll walk out these mansion's doors with you by my side."

"That day will come sooner than you think girl." The boy replied. "I know it must be painful for you. but when I come back to visit I'll have a spell to keep you from losing your memories. They may be painful and foreign. But they are still yours. Your father and this country may have changed your body but not your mind. Your father still owns you. He still has your name. That's a part of the spell that's on you. When you have your coming of age ceremony and you are given to me as my wife. He will give you your name. Don't lose hope. The spell will help you like it helped me." My boyfriend looks straight at me, "As a token of my love I'll give you my name. It seems that this nation finds giving people their names to be quite honorable. Miss, you can call me Razel."

"Razel," I said aloud, "Razel. I never knew a name could be so beautiful. I shall treasure it forever."

We both hold hands and make our way to the glass doors of the dancehall. Our plan is in motion. My true life has begun anew.

Dragon Mountain

Azael has taken his girlfriend to Dragon mountain in the hopes of finding a cure for her. What will happen next?

The Mermaid And The Skull

A man keeps his vow to protect a dangerous skull, even if his body changes

Lady Mycopian

This is another one I made over on 4chan D a while back. It involves some mind control and the obvious gender change.