Alijin's Allegiance 1
A little story to show off Hugo the minotaur and some of the people that live alongside him. This one shows the beginning of one elf that turns...well, into something else. Enjoy the ride.
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Alijin's Allegiance 1 A Hugo's Maze Story For Engy By Draconicon
A paladin's duty was to exterminate evil wherever they found it, and Alijin believed that was an oath that he followed to the best of his ability. Where evil flourished, he snuffed it out. Where it sought to take root, he drove it away.
But this had to be a first. A minotaur maze in the middle of a city, made of the different alleys in a densely-packed residential district? He had never seen something like that, but if the minotaur existed in there, then it was time for him to take charge and see to it that it was removed.
The entry had been easy enough. There were coins of evil spells along the wall that guarded the way forward, sinful things to tempt the unknowing. He was not so tempted, and so he walked by, the elf's golden armor reflecting the light of the coins. Alijin put them behind him, walking up to the first junction.
As soon as he stepped on it, however, he felt something...strange. Almost like he was in motion, but nothing had changed. He looked behind him, and there was nothing. No sign of the junction moving, no sign of anything. All he saw were the paths to his left and right, the paths forward and back.
Yet, the feeling remained...
He shook his head. Feelings were not reliable. He needed to move forward. He needed to take the fight to the creature while he still had the element of surprise, before one of the wandering monsters found him. Turning to the left, he stepped forward -
BONG!
And ran right into something that bounced him back. The paladin caught his footing before he could completely fall out of the circle, shaking his head.
"What? How..."
Finally, the elf looked up. There, finally, he saw what the problem was.
Rather than a group of four square rooftops, he saw a circle. Somehow, this little junction was spinning so fast that it turned the square intersection into a circle, keeping him from picking an easy way out. If he didn't find a way to slow it down, or time it right, he would be stuck here forever, or at least until something came to collect him.
...Tricky minotaur.
And a subtlety that wasn't lost on him, either. Most minotaurs lured people into their mazes for sport, for hunting. This one's first real obstacle just paralyzed them, kept them from going further unless they were determined. Most interesting...
But not enough to remove the minotaur from the list of the hunted. Alijin shook his head, pulling a different item from his belt. This was a rod. An enchanted rod. An enchanted, unmovable rod.
He held it out, then pressed the button to expand it. It shot out left, right -
CLANK!
And the spinning platform came to a halt, gears under the spinning surface fighting to move a rod that could not be moved. Alijin shook his head, making his path to the right instead of the left. Better to go that way, as far as he was concerned; he was on the side of right, and he would keep to the right.
"Well, these are exceedingly un-paladin-like thoughts..."
Alijin rubbed his forehead, looking over his shoulder. Several traps had grabbed him as he walked through the maze, including one that had been built into a mask door. It was so sensitive and subtle that he hadn't even realized that he'd tripped it until he walked through.
Already, his mind was filled with...things...that he should never do as a paladin. He could feel an urge in his head, an urge to reach down and...and do things with his butt. With his ass, as the fantasies kept calling it. The elf cleared his throat, shaking his head.
"No."
He held up his hand, pressing it to the side of his head.
"No. No butt stuff. No - stop it. Stop. It."
He shook his head, poking his temples a few times as if it would drill out the naughty thoughts. It didn't, but it made him feel better.
This was going to be a very...very annoying dungeon, he thought. He took a step forward, his armored boot coming down on a tile of flooring -
FWOOM. CRACK! CLANG!
And just like that, his foot swelled up, bursting out of the armored shoe. He stared down at the sudden growth, his foot almost fifty percent as large as it had been, and he sighed.
"It's going to be one of those dungeons. Wonderful."
Trap after trap seized him, and bit by bit, it worked its magic on his body. Every time that he felt the magic swell, the fantasies that he gained by going through that first door got stronger. He could feel the hunger for something in his rump more than ever, and he had to bite his lip as he passed through another doorway to keep from reaching down and touching it.
And he could touch it, too. His armor had been split as he had changed going through the dungeon, his body already more womanly than it was manly. He had gained hips that he had never had before, his ass billowing out -
No. His rump. Or his butt. Ass was a word for whores.
And yet, the fantasies kept showing him as an anal-loving man. He kept seeing himself pulling his...companions, for lack of a better word - Clients, said the fantasy - to him, and then impaling himself on their cocks. They were never in charge, thankfully, only him, but gods, it was getting more and more difficult to deny them, to throw them out of his head and focus more on the things that he needed to do.
He took a deep breath, then let it out. There was going to be no fucking, even though he was down to a belt and his loincloth when it came to his clothing. His shield was on his back, his sword at his waist, and...well, that was it. He needed more equipment, and he could only hope that this was the sort of maze where there was loot to use.
Walking down the next corridor, he found himself in a sort of barracks. Six doors, one on each side. Half-worried that it would be filled with minion monsters, the paladin slowly turned to look inside the first one.
Not minion barracks, it seemed, but rather the quarters of an officer. There was a single bed, several weapons, and best of all, a ring that seemed to be situated on the table. Alijin walked inside, trying to ignore the way that his mind kept trying to fixate on how his ass must have looked as he walked, as the cheeks rubbed together, as his asshole burned and twitched with a need to be spread and opened.
The ring caught his attention and held it. He knew enough magic to know that it was enchanted, but not quite how. However, he knew enough to know that it was a blessing, not a curse, so he felt safe enough to pick it up.
The usual risk, then, he thought, looking at the ring. Put it on and see if it helps, or leave it here and be no worse off...
If he had managed to keep his armor, he might have been willing to leave it behind. But with how strong minotaurs were, and how they could punch right through flesh, he needed something to even the odds. Alijin sighed, sliding it onto his finger...
And then watching it slide back off. He blinked, trying it on his thumb next, but that didn't work, either. Trying it on two fingers at once only made it feel weird, and much as he would have been mortified to put it on his cock, it was too small for that.
Why is this dungeon so strange? he wondered. I'm starting to wonder if it's even evil at all...
After all, there'd be no cursed places in the dungeon that he had been able to find. Magical, yes, and mischievous and a bit sexual, but nothing flat-out evil. If anything, this place seemed a little...idealistic, in its own way. Hedonistic, too, but more like it was someone trying to make a perfect little place for themselves. Open and playful and...
Alijin blinked, looking down at his feet. They were still huge, his toes thicker than his fingers and thumbs, and not quite as thick as his cock. And there had been a trap just for that...
...Well, there's been stranger things...
He sat down on the edge of the bed, lifted one foot off the ground, and slid the gold ring around his big toe. It fit like a glove, and -
Zzzzzzzzzap!
A sudden burst of light and magic jolted up his leg, and then down the other. It surged together, gathering strength before going up his spine and into his skull, down his arms and through his body -
POOF!
And just like that, it was done. Where an overgrown elf paladin had been now sat a dragoness. A blue-white dragoness, for that matter, with long, delicate fingers, wide hips, and breasts that almost dragged her right off the edge of the bed. She wobbled, grabbing hold of the sheets with white eyes, blinking twice before slowly looking down.
"...Well, that's a thing..."
Unfortunately, the anal hunger that had been building up for the last half-hour was still there. Her newly fattened ass cheeks clenched together, hard, and she bit her lip as she felt that twitching back there, that...urge. She wiggled her toes, the new claws tapping against the ground as she wanted nothing more than to ram something up there.
Well...at least I have a different virginity to protect now...one that might be...more important?
It was a vague definition of chastity, focusing on protecting one hole over the other, but she'd take it. Right now, she needed to keep moving, or her tail would look even better as a penetrating toy than it already did...
The End