Tale of a Tail
Tale of a Tail
by Von Krieger
Shadirra backed away from the radiant pool in the middle of the floor. "I... I can't do it." she said, shaking her head.
Her claws clicked on the crystalline tiled floor of the cavern as she walked away, her large tail swaying behind her as she walked. The mage was the only one who hadn't bathed in the water yet. It would wash away her curse, banish it forever. It would melt away the purple scales that covered her body, dissipate the powerful muscle that covered her frame, reshape her bones back into their human configuration.
It had been a powerful spell, a terrible spell, the day the dark sorceress Irete Oathbreaker used the Crystal of Earth to channel her spell, infusing all in the land of Oruma with a shard of monster essence, bringing the weaker willed under her power.
"It doesn't hurt at all, Shadirra. Get in." her mother commanded. Rialo was a strong willed woman, there was no doubt that she could overcome the spell. She was a forceful woman, especially for a white mage. If she wasn't so much in fear of her, Shadirra was quite sure that she would have fallen under the Dark Elf's thrall.
Shadirra had recently come to realize that her mother didn't see her as a mother ought to. As the head of the prestigious House Lightwing, Rialo seemed to see her everything as little more than pieces on a game board to be given away for something in return. There had been little affection, and a great deal of scorn, voiced disappointment, and a great deal of disapproval from the elder Lightwing.
"Step in the water, Shadirra." Tinyon said, sounding impatient. The warrior was the eldest son of Lord Daylor, head of House Flamewright. He was her fiance, a marriage arranged by their parents.
Her gaze went the the eyes of the fourth member of their group, her younger sister Rida. The ranger always seemed able to read Shadirra's feeling with a glance. A small smile appeared on her face and she nodded almost imperceptibly.
The gray mage looked down at her hands... paws... whatever. She had been infused with the essence of a powerful beast, of both body and magic. A Behemoth. Her body covered in purple scales, navy blue bull-like horns jutting from her temples, a muzzle full of fangs, a powerful tail. A small, frail woman before, she now stood several feet taller than Tinyon.
She remembered the thrill she got fighting monsters, being able to approach them, being able to attack without fear, not having to cower behind someone else. She recalled the satisfying cracking and snapping sounds that the gate had made when they had broken out of occupied Oruma. The feeling of the grand door's locks snapping, the bar slowly giving up under the force of her body.
"Come on! We can take the water and put a drop in the Grand River. We'll be the saviors of Oruma!" Rialo said, waving her daughter forward.
A single drop of the Pool of Light's water placed in any sort of water would bestow the effect of the pool upon the body of water for a week and a day, and as the Grand River supplied the drinking water to Oruma, it would dispel the dark curse Irete had place upon the city. Especially once it rained.
"I will not wed a beast, Shadirra, nor will I allow one to share my bed." Tinyon half growled. He had become a wolfen creature, quite fitting to his gruff personality.
"Get in the water, Shadirra, now!" Rialo demanded, beginning to grow angry. She had been, most appropriately, a harpy.
Shadirra began to shiver, not sure what to do. She liked her new body, liked the way it made her feel. She didn't feel helpless, she felt strong, powerful, vibrant. She felt alive. It felt right to be like this. It was like she had been born into the wrong body, and only now had regained the form she was always meant to have.
"No." she said softly, her voice a low rumble.
"WHAT?!" her mother roared, "Don't tell me you want to remain as a hideous beast for the rest of your life! You know that in another week or two, the monster's spirit will fuse with your own PERMANENTLY, don't you?"
Shadirra nodded.
"Why? Why on earth would you want to be a disgusting scaled freak?"
"Because it makes me feel safe, Mother. I don't have to be afraid of anything." Shadirra rumbled.
"You realize that the moment Oruma is uncursed, and the cleansing rains have ceased, that anyone left uncleansed will be dubbed a monster, and doomed to be hunter. I'll see to it myself."
Rialo was the head of the Council of High Houses, with the royal family likely dead, she would be in charge of Oruma until a new ruler was found. The white mage had spent a great deal of time on the journey to the Crystal Caverns plotting what she was going to do once they had the cure.
Shadirra nodded her horned head. "Yes."
"You'll never be able to set foot in a city again, you'll never be welcomed in even the smallest rural village."
"Not in Oruma. I would be welcomed in Eynflaim." Shadirra said, naming the Realm of Fire, a place where strength and skill was appreciated and treated with respect, no matter the look of who held it. Not like the Realm of Earth at all. Cold, uncaring, unchanging, stubborn.
"Don't be stupid, Shadirra, you'd never make it that far. The poachers in Darken Wood'd have your hide. Get in the water. Now. Before I lose my patience."
"No!" Shadirra growled.
"Young lady..." Rialo said through clenched teeth, "I will not have my child become a beast. You will step in the pool, you will turn back to your true self, you will come home, and you will be married. You have a wedding to look forward to."
Shadirra turned her head, looking over Tinyon, who was drinking from his canteen. "I don't like him, Mother. He's a pompous ass."
Rialo yelped as the warrior spit water all over her. "SHADIRRA! Apologize to your future husband!"
Rida finally spoke up, "Why should she? Especially when it's true! I know you've had to have seen the way he treats he, the was he looks down his nose at her when he sends her scrambling off to fetch something for him. You know damned well that he treats her like little more than a servant. You and Daylor concocted this whole marriage for political purposes. You didn't even think of Shadirra's feelings. How do you think she felt, waking up on day and hearing you say, 'Guess what dear? You're getting married to the big nosed git that used to push you in the rose bushes as a child.'"
The warrior simply stood dumbfounded. No one dared to insult him in Oruma, at least not to his face.
Rialo snorted, "Be silent, Rida, we are all aware of your dislike of men in general and preference for your own gender. Don't attempt to force your preferences on your sister."
"Oh, that's rich, Mother, considering you've controlled every single facet of her life that you were able to."
"Disobedient brat, I..."
"Oh a brat am I? I must take after my mother."
Rialo fixed her gaze on the Behemoth, "Shadirra, see reason, if you leave, you place the future of our house into the hands of your irresponsible sister. You need to stop being a selfish little bitch and think about how your decision would affect your entire family, and the entire realm as well! I don't see it. How can you possibly defend you decision?!"
Shadirra lowered her head and smiled, "I can defend it with one word."
"Can you now?" Rialo said with a snort of disgust.
"I can." the Behemoth rumbled, grinning even wider.
"And that word is what?"
"Teleport."
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Shadirra yawned and stretched, her dark purple body eager soaking up the warm rays of the sun. She blinked her eyes a few times to clear the sleep from them. She had had the dream again.
The Behemoth gasped softly as she got to her feet. She still had her... condition. It hadn't gone away over night. She had thought that she would be just fine on her own, be herself out in the wild, and for the most part she was right.
Her hunting instincts had served her well after she had used her magic to warp herself out of the cavern, giving her a good hour's head start to making it towards the wilderness and hiding herself in the forest. She had no idea if her mother had gone looking for her or not, but she hadn't found her.
Shadirra had made a nice place for herself, near the place where Oruma's boarder met that of the Realm of Water, far enough towards the Realm of Fire that encircled the other three that it was nice and warm all year round.
She didn't miss her old life at all, though she did miss the company, having someone to talk to. Yaqueran sailors came ashore sometimes to hunt game for fresh meat on their way up the coast to the trading city of Isdril, ferrying goods back and forth between it and Oruma. Most Water Realm folk had some fish-like traits, scaly skin, a few fins, frills, or spines, a few had tails, and almost all had comparatively strange colorations compared to Orumans, so Shadirra wasn't all that odd to them.
A soft sighed escaped her lips as she adjusted her loin cloth. Her sex was puffy, pink, wet, and aching. She was in heat, the need to mate filling her more and more each day. It had started about a week ago, a faint twinge that and grown into a throbbing desire. Shadirra wasn't sure how much longer she could go without darting towards the nearest village and pouncing the first male she saw. A few more days and she might even be open to... doing it... with one of the feral creatures her scent seemed to draw.
Mmm... she could almost imagine a Rock Lion, a kind of massive lizard with a passing resemblance to a lion, snuggling up to her. She had seen a few, and was more than likely to draw one soon. Oooh, she needed to mate so badly.
She found her fingers creeping towards her loins. It only dulled the ache for a little while, the itch that needed scratching was far, far deeper inside of her than her fingers could reach. She needed a male. A smooth scaled, sexy Rock Lion male. Biting down on the scruff of her neck, forepaws on her back, mounting her from behind.
A sudden movement caught Shadirra's eye. She sighed softly as she saw what it was. The tip of her tail twitching, wagging rather like a happy dog. She rather liked her tail, it was quite useful. It helped her climbs trees and keep her balance while walking over logs. It also served as a quite effective weapon, as the mass and all the muscles behind it made it hit with the force of a club.
Shadirra ran her hands over it, she rather like the smooth scaled, tapering flexible... a smile spread over her face. The Behemoth rolled onto her back in the soft sand, spreading her legs. She pulled off her loin cloth and tossed it away, the only article of clothing she wore. She found she didn't mind going naked at all, but it tended to slightly put off the few people that would talk with her.
Her tail was flexible, but not flexible enough that she could move with precision while bent. She took the tip in her hands, and guided it toward her sex, sliding it in slowly. She guided more and more of it into her, a few inches disappearing into her womanhood. There was some resistance to her tail, which made Shadirra push a little harder, causing a brief pain.
A sudden laugh came from her as she had realized what she had just done. Ah well, it didn't serve any sort of purpose out here anyway. No big nosed, foul tempered, rather unpleasant noblemen to be forced to marry that required a girl to keep herself 'pure.'
With her maidenhead broken, her tail went in much easier. She moaned loudly as a jolt of pleasure went throw her body. Oh yes, there was the spot! That nagging itch that needed to be scratched. She pushed her tail in deeper, spreading herself wider. She found that she could flex some of her tail muscles, making it wriggle deliciously inside of her.
Almost half of her tail had been pushed inside of her. It felt so nice, it made Shadirra want more. But unfortunately the appendage didn't bend properly, making her unable to pull in any more. She removed her hand from the length, she would have to pull it back out again, it shouldn't slide out accidentally. She had more fun things in mind for that hand.
She brought both to her breasts, large, heavy breasts. Smooth scaled and capped with dark purple nipples that were incredible sensitive to the touch. It was why Shadirra didn't wear a top. Her growing body had overcome the silk robe that she had worn when she made her escape, and the animal hide that Shadirra used for clothing had too much texture to it, so it rubbed her uncomfortably and made her horny.
Shadirra yowled, thrusting her hips, clawed toes scratching furrows in the ground. Her forked tongue lolled out of her mouth as she tail-fucked herself. She could feel her tail beginning to slip out with each thrust. She was about to reach down to stop it when she felt the sensation of her scales caressing her inner walls.
The Behemoth let out a roar as she came, hips thrust up in the air, back arched, breasts squeezed tightly in her handpaws. Her tail whipped out of her, wet droplets flying through the air from it, a fountain of Behemoth sex juices erupting from her cunt. She gasped softly with each tiny aftershock, each accompanied by a further gush of wetness.
The ache had faded. It wasn't gone, not entirely, but it was tolerable. Shadirra brought her tail to her mouth, licking it clean of her tasty juices. Mmm... she didn't need a male now. Her tail would do the trick. Her wonderful, lovely, sexy, perfect tail. She didn't need a male, but she wasn't totally adverse to the idea. Especially if it was a cute Rock Lion, or better yet, a male Behemoth. Though the powerful, but slow breeding, monsters were quite rare.
She would hold out for a creature she could breed with. Shadirra wouldn't be lonely then. She began to stroke her clit lazily as she smiled, trying to imagine the look her mother's face would have upon seeing Shadirra on all fours, tail raised, a purple scaled juggernaut pounding into her.
Shadirra giggled, she could just imagine it. Her sister on the other hand would just give her a wink and a thumbs up, telling her to go for it. Mmm... sexy thoughts of being mated made the itch return. With a happy purr Shadirra took her tail in hand again, putting it back where it belonged.
Considering how big an individual Behemoth's territory was, their scent had to be able to travel a long way to draw a male when a female was in heat. She hoped that the scent of her need would travel on the wind to the awaiting nose of a male. But she also hoped that he would take his time. Shadirra wanted to spend some good quality time with her tail.
Now to see how pistoning it up and down with her hand felt...