Elf Takes Over

 An Elf finds it troublesome sharing bodies with a human.

Ant Familiar

A magician who's locked up finds a way to keep himself entertained

A New Succubus

I used to be a boy in an orphanage. A kind old man adopted me. But he was anything but that. He was an evil warlock in disguise. I thought I was finally going to have a home, but when he took me to his palace, I was locked in a room. It has plenty of things inside for me to do and read. But I've been locked up before. I traded one cell for another. But I am not one to give up. One day I will find a way to escape.

Each day, Lord Durlock as he wanted me to call him, would come into my room and chant something while holding this really scary looking book. It was his spell book. When he got to a certain page and started reading, I could see some weird smoke coming out of his mouth with each word he said. Every time he said something, it hurt me inside. He loved seeing me twist in pain. That's how I realized I was nothing more to him than a plaything.

Like a ritual, he would come in everyday and utter those words. And each time he left I changed a little bit. My hair got longer. My dirty, rough boy hands got softer and larger. My hips felt a little bigger. Every painful change he did to me made him happy. Over time, I learned the ins and outs of my prison.  I found in the room full of junk one day, a old small mirror. I would hide it each time in a different place so Durlock wouldn't find it. I would stare at myself in it daily and I could see my face getting girlier. What was this guy up to? He's definitely changing me into a girl. But for what reasons?

I noticed one day that Durlock added another spell. It wasn't like the one he chanted before. This new spell hurt even more. I started getting some nasty headaches and backaches. He was also trying to hypnotize me. Somehow it wasn't working. But I would pretend that it would. I just hope he believes it. I think I could avoid his hypnosis spell because I've been reading a few books laying around the room. Somehow I've gained resistance. I smile. Whatever he's going to do with me, I'll at least have my mind. It's the last part of me that's still me. One day he commanded me to take off all my clothes. I took them off. It's not like they fit me anyways. It hurt me to wear clothes since some strange bumps on my back were starting to appear. He brought out a sack and commanded me to wear some long leggings and some brown shoes he pulled out. His perverted eyes shone with glee as I was naked with only socks and shoes on. My tiny little dick and balls twitched as I shivered in the cold. He asked me if I loved his gifts. I thanked him and pretended to like what he done to me. I'll have to get used to this since he has to think I'm still under his control.

But every day, the evil chanting continued. By now I was taller but still skinny. I felt very feminine. My long soft red hair ran down to my butt. My dick was no more. In its place was my new girl parts. I know what they look like because I had to help bathe my little orphanage sisters when I was there. I really miss that place. It seems like another lifetime ago.One day, I got curious and I explored my body. I looked all over and I couldn't see any part of the old me. I would stare at my new genitals all the time.I got used to it, but it felt funny each time I touched it. It felt even more weird each time I had to squat into the chamber pot when I had to go. Over time, I got more used to my new body. After the visits from Durlock, I would look into my mirror again. I would remind myself to never forget who I used to be. I was surprised when I noticed that my ears were getting longer too. I've never seen girls with such long ears. I could hear new things that I couldn't before. I wonder what further changes would be happening to me?

I cried the night my wings burst out of my head and back. It was really painful. I keeled over in pain. Durlock squealed in glee as my new leathery, purple wings emerged with his gods-awful chanting. I felt them for a long time now growing under my skin. There were this big bruises on my back where my wings came out of. The two sensitive lumps on my hair burst and bled out. I had some smaller wings sticking out of my head. Durlock pulled me up and commanded me to stand as he inspected the changes. As he then chanted the hypnosis spell, I pretended to stay still and mesmerized. Whatever he was chanting still had no effect on me. He loved the changes in me. I felt like his toy. Every day, he would touch me and poke me and his would rotten teeth would show a wicked smile. In his head, he would catalog every change in me. He would stare at my chest often. I could see a scowl of anger growing every day as he saw my chest. One day, he was no longer pleased. I knew what he wanted. For a while now, I've secretly been able to enter his dreams. He has bad things planned for me. Bad for me and good for him. I shiver in fear for this man is really evil.

I had a really hard time maintaining my ruse one day as I now I have been able to read Durlock's
one track mind quite easily. Today he was ready to rape me. He showed up to our meeting. With one thing on his mind. Sex. He strutted in front of me. He took off his old, sweaty shirt. I could see every liver spot on his aging, bony body. He had a spell ready to make my breasts grow. I saw him go over his dreams the night before. Mine were just not big enough for him. In his eyes, they haven't been growing fast enough. He brought out his scary book again. The new words he spoke made my chest hurt. My small breasts and already puffy nipples were feeling very engorged. It's like all the blood in my body was rushing to my nipples. I could see that smoke escape from his mouth again. The flesh on my chest started expanding. My breasts pushed out more and more with each uttered word. I stood there stuck in place and I couldn't help but moan girlishly as Durlock further changed my body. Durlock got closer to me and caressed my larger breasts with his crooked, wrinkly fingers. He eagerly pulled down his pants and I could see his warty, crooked penis at attention. We both knew what he wanted to do.

Durlock closed the book and snapped his fingers. I immediately felt a change in me. It was his
hypnosis spell. It still had some power over me. But I resisted. My body got really hot and hungry.
But I wasn't hungry for food since I haven't had anything to eat in months. My new body no longer
needed human food. I finally realized what I was. A succubus. My body was reacting to a man in front of me. I knew what my body wanted but I didn't want his disgusting nasty thing inside of me. But I have no choice. With these new feelings in me, I knew today was the day I take a stand. This is what Durlock wanted all along. I licked my lips and thought about having sex. I stared back at him. And I made a vow to myself that I'm only doing this to escape. He totally expected me to be his love slave. But I knew better. Thanks to that book I read long ago. I have the chance to not fall for his tricks. If I really am succubus now, then I have to use my abilities to defeat him.

I couldn't stop my body from tacking the old pervert. Right then and there I was kissing the old
bastard. My tongue entered his rotten mouth. I was doing my best not to be bitten by his crooked
teeth. His rough lips felt like they were tearing up my soft face. I tried not to think about how this
man will take my virginity. But I knew that I had the old man in the palm of my hand. He was relishing my body. I now had the ability to take the old man's life. He wanted me to become this. In his mind I was his new fuck toy. I could hear him saying nasty things to me. I would nod and pretend to listen. I would say 'yes master' and 'I will master' to all the dirty things he said he wanted me to do. I'll give into his pleasures. If this means my escape. After all that disgusting foreplay we just did, I eased my wet pussy into The excited, bastard's nasty thing.

I hated that he was getting what he wanted out of me. The bastard was so smug each time we thrusted.  His bent shaft was touching my vaginal walls. I disgustingly moaned in pleasure. His nasty claws dug into my ass. I never knew my body was capable of these nasty things. Back when I was still a boy, other older kids joked around about sex. I had an idea of what it was, but not like this. The old man rolled his eyes back in ecstasy. He was laying on the ground as I went up and down his nasty rod. Each time we moved together I gained more control of his mind. I could feel my control over his perverted thoughts growing. I focused on that. I would go into his head like I did in dreams for the last few weeks. I had to be in control. As he grabbed and squeezed my breasts, I learned all of his thoughts and I had an idea of where I was. I finaly had my way out. I focused on his life energy. It was stale and dirty. But I had no choice. I'm going to take it all. He was now shivering in pain. I could hear him shouting stop. But his words landed on my long elfish, deaf ears.

Finally the old bastard blew his nasty load. I could feel and taste his spunk in me. It was most foul and it made my stomach hurt. My first meal tasted horrible. As a succubus I knew that's what I had to eat cum for the rest of my life. That and life energy. But never his again. Once is enough. As I looked down on the ground I realized how pathetic this worm of a man was. He would use a child's innocence and corrupt it forever. I was that corruption. I saw him unconscious on the floor. I grabbed his scary book. I flipped through the pages and I realized I could read it. I used a spell to wake him. He awoke wheezing and choking on his spit. I towered over him. Confidently. I know his life is at an end. I took out what's left of his energy. I saw him groggily open his eyes to look at me. A look of fear was in his eyes as I now had his spell book. He wanted to say something, but his murmuring could not complete any words. I looked down on him and said,

"I just ate your decrepit soul, you evil bastard. It was my first. Death now awaits you. You expected me to be your succubus sex slave? Ha! You yourself brought on your demise! Your hypnosis spell never worked! I am free to be the new me. I hope your plans forever fail in hell! Go meet the Dark Ones and tell them I sent you!"

I opened another page in his book. I realize the book isn't inherently evil. It's just a tool whether in good or bad hands. I still have time to decide what path to take. But for now I'll be a bad girl. I start reading a page in his book. Blue smoke starts coming out of my mouth. Each word I say strikes the old bastard. He squirms with each syllable. With the last word out of my mouth, there's nothing left but dusty bones. I relished the thought of destroying him.

I collapse to the ground. My own energy drained. I sob a little bit. My act is over. I realize that even after all I did, I'm still just a scared little boy. In my mind, I learned that the old bastard's hypnosis spell was to make me ready for my new life as a succubus. I prevented him from fully embracing my
demonic side. I think about what would have happened to me if I did give in to him. Would I still have killed him anyways? I look at my transformed body. I hug my legs. I could feel my breasts rubbing aganst my knees. I think about my new life ahead of me. I'm both excited and scared. I feel I could do anything now. I grab my scary book and pick myself  up. I can never be the poor orphan boy Ori. That life is over. As the new me, I must be confident and cunning.  I think it over and I give myself a new name....

"Io. I shall now be known as the Succubus Io."

"I will let no one or nothing deceive me anymore, as long as I exist! For I will be the one to deceive!"

I smile at my proclamation. I am ready for whatever life throws at me.

The Delivery Boy

A delivery boy disobeys the first rule of the job. Don't open the package.

The Desert Scorpion

The story of a magic desert and the creature that inhabits it.

The Young Swordmasters

"Swing, Thrust, Jab, Stab, Parry!" I said aloud as I was practicing my swordplay. I had a crowd already surrounding me. I've been working hard these past few years and I've gotten quite good. At sixteen, I am one of the select few to soon be promoted. I get high praises from the swordmasters at the fort. A few of the kids here too look up to me. I don't want to let this popularity go to my head.  I just love my country and want to defend it when I get better.

I'm always improving on my techniques. I'm trying a new way to stab at the wooden dummies, and hay bundles. My younger swordmates had all their attention on me. They were trying to learn my moves. A few of them were playfully copying me. I didn't mind them. They just knew enough to stay out of the way of my blade.

But as much fun as we were having, there was someone staring at me with hateful, jealous eyes. I saw him out in the distance. My so called rival Dorian. Somehow, he made it up that I, Joshen would be his eternal rival. We've both fought in mock duels. I have to admit, he's quite good. But he's always angry and bitter to other people here. He has a huge chip on his shoulder. Everyone tends to stay away from him. The swordmasters know this and they scold him greatly for it. They tell him to focus, but he just rolls his eyes and continues to sulk and do what he wants.

But today, something is off. I've seen the various moods he's in. Today, he's feeling something special. Dorian is planning something. It's been days since he's tried attacking me. I go back to my swordplay. I've been practicing for a few hours now, I'm a little tired but I dare not show it. He is pacing around and debating something in his mind. He would stare at me and then go back to mumbling to himself. I was tired of it. His glares finally got to me. I stopped, and turned around to face him. "What is it this time Dorian? What have I done that's got you so worked up?"

"You!" Dorian shouted. "It should be me who is the favorite among the recruits! If you weren't here, I surely would have climbed the ranks and been hired by the guild already!" Dorian stood tall, he was sure of his convictions. Some of the kids near him started to back away. Dorian arrogantly spoke,"But enough of that. Rivals are meant to be defeated, and today is the day I put you in your place!" Dorian opened up his cape and pulled out a strange looking scabbard, There was an ominous looking sword in it. It wasn't the sword we normally use as cadets. I stepped back a little, I've seen this weapon before. It's been locked in the vault. It's cursed.

"Dorian! Don't unsheathe that sword! It's a cursed Dark Elf item! Master Ronaldo brought it back from battle a few weeks ago. A teacher here told all of us in class not to mess with it. Don't you remember?  They had it locked it away. Why would you have it?"

"Shut up Joshen!" Dorian hissed. "I was belligerent with a teacher. They had me cleaning up the vault as punishment. They had me polishing and sharpening their stupid swords. I was doing as I was told. But being in there felt weird. There was this dark, heavy feeling in there. I realised it was this sword. The locks holding it somehow fell off. Once I saw it, I knew it was meant to be mine. So I stole it."

"Please stop Dorian! We haven't been trained yet in how to deal with magical items! Surely, that sword must have enchanted you! Listen to me! Forget about our rivalry. Drop the sword. It's dang......."

Swoosh! The sword made a strange sound as he dropped the scabbard. Dorian's face was twisted with anger as he ran at me. My eyes were focused on the sword. It looked particularly sharp. I get into a fighting stance and gripped my weapon, I'm ready.

"Arrgh!" Dorian screamed. He swung the sword at me. I jumped out of the way. I could hear a swoosh as Dorian came at me again with the sword. I blocked it with my own. Our swords were locked. Sparks were flying as our swords grinded together. Dorian somehow had an unnatural strength! I shifted back a little. But he still pushed forward. This wasn't going to be an easy fight.

"You there kid!" I shouted at a blonde boy just a few years younger than me. "I need help! Go get Master Ronaldo!" I know better to bite more than I could chew. I'm not arrogant and I know when something is too tough for me. The kid and a few others ran off. The rest were fixed on the fight.

Dorian would swing and I would block. A few of our swipes would connect. Our clothes were torn. Dorian gleefully smiled when a swipe of his sword drew blood from my arm. I grimaced a bit in pain, but I still fought on. But something wasn't right. Dorian is about as tall as me. But he looks smaller now. I could still feel the power in each of his swings. Strange, He was swinging upwards? I'm sure of it, Dorian was definitely shrinking.

With each sword strike we exchanged, I started noticing other things. Dorian's skin was changing color. And on his cheeks there were some dark tattoos forming. I know it's the sword doing that to him. He started to stumble a little bit. His clothes were getting in the way. Dorian runs back to a safe distance; and tries to roll up his clothes. I stop as well, to take a breath. I shout to him, "Dorian! Look at yourself. That sword is transforming you! If we continue this battle, who knows what you would become?"

Dorian stepped back and looked down on his body. He was startled. I saw a little bit of fear in his eyes. For a second, I thought he was gaining some composure back. But the magic in the sword knew otherwise. He looked at me and then back down to his body. "I don't care what happens to me, as long as I defeat you! Sword, I wish my clothes to be gone." The tattoos on his cheek glowed a bit and so did the sword. The clothes on him faded and then dissolved into nothingness. Dorian was naked except for the cape on his shoulders. I could hear whispers and chattering from my swordmates. Dorian is not what he used to be. Standing before us was a dark skinned, androgynous elf-like person. His hair was shaggy and his ears were more pointy. I was told that elves are a passionate race, I could see an angry passion in Dorian's eyes. His shoulders were smaller and more rounder. A few kids snickered as they looked at his chest. His nipples were big and pointy. There were other soft curves on him as well. Dorians waist looked thinner. His hips were bigger than any teenager would have. The small feet he now had made him seem surprisingly agile. As I gave him the once over, I couldn't help but look at his crotch. His thing was pathetically tiny. I didn't see his nuts. There was a tuft of dark hair above whats left of his dick. I sighed and felt a little sad over what the sword no, Dorian did to himself.....

"DON'T YOU DARE TAKE PITY ON ME!" Dorian snapped. It seemed like he knew I was checking him out! He once again came at me with extreme furor. I could feel that same unnatural strengh of his swings as our weapons clashed once more. I swung my sword in defense, but Dorian was out for blood. But with each clang of our swords meeting, his new tattoos would spread and glow brighter. His body is still not done changing. There was more jiggling in his chest. He had breasts now. I took a swing at him again and he cartwheeled backwards. Looking past the flowing cape on him, There was a definitive bounce is his ass. When he flipped backwards, his legs spread apart. I saw his new, womanly pussy. I don't know if it was the magic in the air or this being the first time I see a naked woman; but Dorian was turning me on. Funny thoughts were going through my head. In my lapse of judgement, Dorian took advantage and rushed toward me once again. He raised his hands above him. Sword in the air; I got a full look at his bouncing breasts. He took one deep swing down. I tried to parry, but metal clashed on metal and it made me drop my sword. I tried to grab it, but Dorian picked it up and threw it farther away. I was at this creatures mercy.

"Oh, so the great Joshen has been defeated by my sexy new body? I thought you were stronger that that? I've finally beat you!" Dorian twitched and shivered."This makes me so happy!" Dorian grabs one of his breasts, and gives it a hearty squeeze. "I love my new self. If I could do this to you, imagine what power this sword and I could have over others!" I could see a lustful gaze in Dorians eyes. He was relishing the moment. I could see his muscles tense up. I focus on Dorian's eyes and back to that sword. I think to myself 'Yeah, I'm going to die.' Dorian licks his lips as he gets ready for the downswing. I felt like closing my eyes, but I was taught not to face death that way. I tense up, ready to be struck down by him.....

"STOP RIGHT THERE SELVANA!" It was a deafening roar. It was Ronaldo and his mage, Cyriak! Dorian angrily turned around and faced the huge mustached man that was our swordmaster. Dorian was paralysed and his face went white with fear. Even the old Dorian knew not to mess with him. "I thought I killed you already wench? No matter, I shall enjoy doing it again!" Ronaldo looks at his commrade, "Cyriak! While I cast a spell on my sword; do try to contain the wench!" Dorian trembled and stepped back in fear. The cockyness he had when fighting me was completly gone. He totally forgot about me. Dorians eyes were now fixed on some new enemies. I managed to scramble up from the ground and slip away. The hairs on my arms were tingling, Ronaldo and Cyriak were casting something powerful.

"With pleasssure my liege!" Cyriak hissed. The slender reptillian-like man always left a chill to whoever he met. As I looked around, I see some of my younger swordmates running away and collapsing in fear. Others were stuck in place, trembling as well. We were still not used to such crazy battles. Dorian was scared, but he didn't give up. He ran screaming towards Cyriak hoping to take a slice out of him. Glowing, arcane symbols were rising from the ground where Dorian was stepping. He tried to evade and jump around; trying to avoid the spellbinding circle. But to no avail. The glowing symbols stretched themselves into ropes grabbing Dorian. I think no one could escape that magic. The sword slipped from his hands. Each rope seems to sap his strength. Dorian was trapped.

"That was too easssy!" Cyriak replied. "You put up a better fightsss before we killed you." It seemed he was a little dissapointed, that it ended too quickly.

"Wench!" Ronaldo shouted. He canceled the spell on his sword. "How dare you attack my brothers in my own citadel?" He curiously stepped closer to Dorian. Ronaldo carefully walked around and examined the restrained elf girl. He ran his gigantic fingers through his short hair. Dorian tried to shift away but the magical circle held him tightly in place. Ronaldo lustfully smelled the silky, brown elf's hair. He grabbed Dorians exposed breasts, and roughly kissed him in the mouth. Dorian squirmed; Ronaldo's facial hair was tickling him. Giving up, Dorian relaxed. He closed his eyes as he seemed to enjoy the kiss. Ronaldo stepped back and spit in disgust at the ground. "You are not Selvana. Your lips are bitter, hers were sweeter." Ronaldo shifted his body into a swordsman's stance, ready to draw his weapon.

I ran in front of Ronaldo. He was confused. "Stop Master Ronaldo! Don't kill him, help him!" I pleaded, "That isn't Mage Witch Selvana, it's Dorian! That sword changed him!

Ronaldo glared at Cyriak. "I knew letting you bring that cursed item here would cause us trouble." Cyriak looked down in shame. Ronaldo continued, "Fix that poor boy, no girl. I dont think you can take away the physical changes, but at least clear her troubled mind."

"I'm sssory child," Cyriak hissed as he walked towards him. "Sssee, There was potential in this sword. With more ssstudy, a poweful ssword masster could have tamed it. But I see it'sss now bound to you. I guessss I will havesss to train you harder to masster it." Dorian was silent but he nodded in agreement.

Cyriak pulled out a staff (out of nowhere!), and spoke a few words in some weird language. Selvana's sword levitated off the ground and started glowing. The arcane circle that held Dorian dissapeared as well. But Dorian was now floating high in the air. The tattoos on her body glowed and peeled themselves away. They floated in the air, moving towards the sword. In mulitple flashes each one went back into it. Ronaldo grabbed the falling sword and placed it back in the scabbard. The glow surrounding Dorian started to dissapear. Cyriak's magic was wearing off; she was going to hit the ground pretty hard. I positioned myself to where I think she would land. I barely caught her as she fell into my arms. I felt the soft slenderness of her back and I touched her firm thighs. I was looking down at something quite beautiful. I sighed, realizing that I was staring too long and hard at her breasts. I shifted my body to better hold her up. Her chest raised and lowered with each gentle breath she took. My heart was beating faster. I thought about kissing her, to see if she would react.

As I got closer to her, ready to plant my lips to hers, Dorian finally opened her eyes. I pulled back a little bit. We stared at each other awkwardly for a few seconds. She stretched her body and I struggled to hold her up. "Well, are you going to put me down or what?" Dorian replied. I bent down on my knees and she jumped down to the ground. Dorian stood up and looked at her new surroundings.  She stole a peek down on her body and back at me. I was staring at her new body and she knew it.

"Don't think that this is over between us Joshen," Dorian replied playfully. "I still consider you my rival. I have to retrain myself and fight you once again fairly." Dorian adjusted her cape and it covered up her breasts. "I'll just have to take this small victory as motivation, for when we next meet, I will be the greatest swordmaster." Dorian walked away from me and went towards Master Cyriak.

I think I'm in love. I couldn't help but stare at her swinging hips and jiggling ass as she walked away. "I've been defeated again" I say aloud.