Cursed Gold
Cursed Gold
The tavern, some called it Wretchy's Place others called it that stinking hell hole, but whatever you called it, stunk tonight. Not that this was anything new, of course, but Kiley's senses were on edge this evening. They always were when she was working. Her eyes sharp, detecting the slightest movement, her ears were tuned to every noise, and her nose prickled with the noxious mixture of vomit, stale beer, and unwashed bodies. Kiley was in her environment.
Not that she looked like it was her natural setting. While most of the other females in attendance were abused whores who drank too much, fucked too much, and smoked too much, Kiley did none of those. Her chosen profession was a common thief, the nasty kind that threatened their prey and all too quick with a dagger. Her career had a lot to do with her appearance. Tonight she wore skin tight black leather, exposing every curve of her body. It wasn't to impress any men, though it certainly did, but instead made for easy movement, some protection, and flattened her small, attractive breasts putting them out of the way. Climbing the adobe walls of River's Ford for cat burglar work had made her muscles strong and lithe but not bulky. Her raven black hair was tied back into a pony tail to keep it out of her face. Around her waist a brace of throwing knives were kept as well as her favorite weapon, a nasty hand's breadths long dirk.
Kiley had chosen her quarry hours ago when he first entered Wretchy's. Like her he appeared totally out of place. Most of his fellow drinkers were poorly off workmen with a few mercenaries and AWOL soldiers thrown in. Instead, he appeared to be a wealthy merchant. Lowlin, she learned his name with careful listening, was indeed wealthy and indeed a merchant, often traveling to exotic places full of magic and mystery. His clothing betrayed this fact in that he wore expensive silk and cotton from the southern lands and his many pendants and rings had mystical runes engraved in their surfaces. He was a good target, with his visible jewelry alone Kiley could live comfortably for two weeks, perhaps three if she was prudent.
She watched him for another hour, patiently waiting for him to return to his caravan. Kiley didn't drink anything; she had to remain razor-sharp. Toldin the barkeep would've tossed most non-drinkers out on their ear, but Kiley shared some of her profits with him or give him a fuck in slow times. It was all part of doing business in River's Ford.
Finally the fat man stood, stretched, and after smacking a serving wench's bottom stumbled though the door. Kiley waited, wishing not to make her intentions too obvious. Those few moments were excruciating, the thought of some other lucky cut throat finding Lowlin before she did filled her mind. When she deemed that she had waited long enough she stood and casually left, though she did of course catch some attention with her oh so revealing leathers.
Once outside she dropped the casual routine and automatically slipped into thief mode. Her years of experience went to work as she disappeared into the shadows, her black leather proving its worth. Skillfully, Kiley positioned herself in front her drunken target and waited for him to catch up.
She heard him humming some unintelligible tune and suddenly he was there in her pre-determined strike zone. Whipping out her favorite dagger she jumped in front of him, point aimed carefully at his chest. The drunken Lowlin nearly collapsed from shock.
"Hold it right there, you fat sot." Kiley said coolly.
"W-what the hell do you want, cunt?" Lowlin squinted through his watery eyes.
"Give me the jewelry and your purse."
"I should think not!" Lowlin sobered at the mention of his purse. "A stupid street whore will not get my purse. Out of my way, you filthy slut!" He lunged at her, his eyes filled with rage. Instinctively, Kiley raised her weapon and felt it push through the man's sternum and the warm stickiness of blood wash over her fist.
"How's that, fat man?" She said as she twisted the weapon making him groan with pain. She felt him sag then allowed him to fall to the dusty street in a heap. Stoically, Kiley kneeled down to collect her hard earned booty. As she worked to remove the heavy gold pendant she could suddenly hear the dying man speak.
"You dred-dredful cunt. I cu curse you and my gold you steal with my dying breath. You will become the beast of burden of your caste, cunt and so shall you die." With that his head lowered and Kiley heard him exhale for the final time. A chill went down Kiley's spine, but she shrugged it off, wiped her blade on his tunic and went about plundering her kill.
The raising sun woke Kiley the next morning. She had been racked with strange dreams all night but they just a bizarre fog now. She sat up from her pilfered blankets, and flung the top one from her naked body. She often slept nude this time of year and for some reason last night it was the only way she could some sleep. Anything else was too uncomfortable.
Kiley yawned and stretched her toned body. After squatting over the chamber pot she examined her body, checking for the numerous parasites that plagued those in her living conditions. She stopped when she placed her hand at the top of her ass. At first she thought it was bloated tick, but closer inspection proved otherwise. It was as if her tail bone had extended somewhat. She rubbed at it in confusion. As fear caused her health consciousness; Kiley noticed other problems as well.
Her hands and feet felt stiff and were mildly uncomfortable and her face felt as if pressure was being applied from behind, inside her head. Remembering the night before, Kiley began to wonder if the crazy traveling merchant had brought some terrible disease with him from a far off land.
Thinking of last night reminded her of her loot and any worries about plagues and pestilence evaporated as she dug the burlap sack from its hiding place under the floor. Lifting the sack, heavy with gold could only make her grin. Dozens of coins, gold rings, at least two for each finger and four gold pendants, it was enough to last a month in lavishness.
The pendants and rings were covered with bizarre runes and the coins were from countries she didn't recognize. It didn't matter of course, gold was gold. Arlem the Changer would pry out the stones and melt the metals into ingots. Then Jasmine the Jeweler would make beautiful pieces that no one would be familiar with.
After dressing in a simple woolen smock and trousers she left her tiny hovel, the heavy sack slung over her shoulder. Walking with the heavy sack was tiresome and while she was strong, her small body didn't appreciate the load. Her feet began to hurt half way to Arlem's. She fought through pain until she reached the town center and sat next to the fountain dedicated to Nevlar, the sea god, who was fornicating with his favorite creature, the dolphin.
Kiley sat for some time and yet her feet still hurt so she decided to remove her buskins to cool her feet. After undoing the laces and pulling off the soft leather Kiley gasped at the sight of her foot.
The appendage was completely unnatural, her middle toe had grown to a larger size than her big toe and the nail had changed colors and grown thick and horn like. The other toes had shrunk; her little toe had nearly disappeared.
What was she going to do?! She had to go to a doctor, of course! She decided to go change her loot then see a physician immediately. She forced her tearing buskin back into place with some difficulty and began limping towards the changer's headquarters. Pain erupted from her pelvis and her hands began to ache. What was going on?! A sudden flashback of the previous night assailed her mind; the word 'curse' filled her brain. A physician couldn't help her but maybe a wizard could.
Finally Kiley reached the shop hidden back in an alley. By now she hunched over like a crone, and her feet throbbed. She found if she stood on the balls of her feet she was marginally more comfortable.
A bell clinked as she stepped inside, where she dumped the heavy sack.
"There in a moment!" She heard Arlem yell from the back room. She stood gasping until he pushed his way through the beaded curtain.
"Ah! Kiley, my favorite customer, are you well?" She grunted as he looked her over. "Not so, it appears." He murmured.
"Here" She heaved the heavy sack on the table where he opened it.
"Very nice, lots of gold," he bit a piece. "High quality. 30 royals" He offered.
"Fine, fine. Do you know a good wizard, Arlem?" Kiley wheezed; her breeches suddenly felt very tight.
"A wizard?"
"I've been cursed, I need help."
"Oh, of course, is that why..." he trailed off.
"Yes"
"Dresden on Jeweler's Street and Offal Way, he's good. I was cursed with a wart on my nose once and he cleared it right up." He said as he counted Kiley's coins. Kiley snorted, she would kill for a wart, instead of this.
"Thank you" She grunted as she pushed her money into the sack she had carried the loot in then hobbled out the door towards the address Arlem had given her.
When she reached the wizard's headquarters she was horrified to find that she couldn't close her hand into a fist to knock the door. When she looked at her hand she saw that it was nearing a similar fate as her feet. The middle finger had swollen and the nail became hard and discolored. The other fingers were like her toes, shrinking to nothing. Weeping, she thumped the door with heel of her lengthening palm. Kiley pounded harder and harder until the door opened.
She could only gape when she saw the woman who opened the door. The goddess that stood before her was easily the most beautiful creature she had ever seen. Her waist length blonde hair had been bound into a pony tail that fell over her perfect shoulders to her magnificent breasts. The light green silk top was so thin it concealed nothing; it only accented the faultless nipples and their dark areolas. Her leggings were much the same, flowing to her delicate ankles and revealed her perfectly groomed brush.
The gorgeous woman sighed. "Enough men look at me like that. What do you want?" Kiley nearly snarled, wasn't it obvious?
"I want to speak to the wizard."
The blond looked her over. "You need him. You have gold? Dresden only works for gold." Kiley shook her bag which emitted the unmistakable sound of gold coins. The beauty frowned, considering the quivering, hunched figure before her.
"Follow me" was all she said as she turned and entered the dark corridor. The poorly lit hallway brought them into an enormous room where the wizard sat in his throne. He was of medium build with no defining features; nothing that would make you look twice, his guise was that of a normal, boring man.
"Who's this Bella?" He asked in a gruff tone.
"A recently wealthy street rat seeking your assistance." Bella answered.
"What's your name, urchin?"
"Kiley, sir"
"So Kiley, what beings you and your ill gotten coin to me?"
"I've been cursed sir! Please I need your help!" Kiley pleaded, she tried falling to her knees but their new shape wouldn't allow it.
"This makes you so..." He wove a hand at her. She nodded.
"Hmm... Remove your clothing; let's see what I'm dealing with." Kiley nearly objected, but remembered this was her only chance. She pulled off her buskins first and to her disgust found that her feet had progressed since the fountain. When she removed the ruined leather her appendage could only be described as a hoof, equine in appearance. In fact a ring of black fur ringed their tops. Dresden observed quietly, only nodding each time a buskin was removed.
The damage was worse than Kiley imagined when she pulled trousers away. Her legs had grown into odd angles, and once neatly trimmed pubic hair had fallen away. Her once delicate, female folds had become dark and leathery, the black fur made another appearance around her groin. The light tickling forced her to twist around where she gasped at the sight of her long silky tail. There was no doubting it now, the tail confirmed it! She was becoming a horse!
"Alright then, remove your smock." Dresden said indifferently.
Her hands trembling she pulled the cheap cloth off only to find her shrinking tits and barreling chest.
"Well," Dresden said, "From the hooves, tail, and face we can see you're becoming equine." He scratched his chin.
"Face?" Kiley squeaked as she placed her stiffening hands to her head and face finding her progressing muzzle. "Can you stop it?" She noticed her thicker lips.
"Perhaps, I need to know more, however." He stood and circled Kiley as she quivered naked. Finally he stopped and placed his right hand upon Kiley's head. Kiley gasped as she felt the wizard's magic flow through her body and mind even into the deepest abstract parts of her conscious. She wanted to run but the magic wouldn't allow it, her muscles simply wouldn't move.
Both girl and wizard sighed with relief when he finished. Kiley spun to face him.
"Well?" She demanded.
He sighed again. "I'm sorry Kiley; there is nothing I can do."
"WHAT?! You lying bastard! Get rid of this curse or I'll-or I'll..."
"I'm sorry, but the man who cursed you did so with last breath, with his life force, his very essence. Not I, nor any sorcerer or sorceress can combat that power." Dresden explained.
"So... So my only choice is to wait? Wait until I become a fucking horse!" The wizard nodded sadly.
"It is true. I have adequate stables at my home. You are welcome to stay with me, unless you have your own resources." He said, his concern breaking through the mask of indifference.
"Master! Is that..." Bella objected but Dresden interrupted her.
"Silence,concubine" Dresden emphasized Bella's place in the household. "I will not allow an animal to starve in the streets. Well, can you make your own arrangements?"
Kiley couldn't believe it. She had been written off as an animal already, all hope was gone. But what choice did she have?
"No-no, I would be honored, my lord."
Dresden nodded. "I must say that all my charges, and I have many in your predicament, are used as an animal will. You will be ridden, you will draw my cart, and perhaps you will be bred. In return you will receive fine treatment, no abuse, and the best feed."
"Thank- oh gods!!!" Kiley's naked body doubled over and a long, loud fart escaped her rear. Looking at her hands she realized they were more or less hooves now. The arms they were attached to didn't look like any thing Kiley could recognize, instead a grotesque mixture of human and equine. Her legs looked much the same, the fur she had seen on the fetlocks had now grown to what only can be called hocks.
She struggled to remain standing on two legs, desperately gasping at that shred of humanity. It was becoming increasingly difficult; her upper body was gaining mass, a war between bipedal and quadrupled instincts raged inside. Her ribs barreled, making room for the powerful heart and lungs of a horse. Kiley was disgusted to find the process erotic, especially the movement of her sexual organs. She could actually feel her womb, vagina, and ovaries shifting and growing.
The feeling of pressure behind her face grew. Kiley could feel and eventually see her muzzle growing, her sense of smell increased tenfold as it did. Suddenly the weight over her hind legs became too much and with a clomp she fell forward onto her newly developed fore limbs.
The growth of fur accelerated as her mane grew and more weight was added. Kiley was having difficulty standing. Inexperience as a quadruped and shock combined to make a wobbly black horse standing before Dresden and Bella.
The wizard looked over the quaky horse before him.
"Kiley? Do you understand me?" She wasn't quite complete; her rump was still gaining mass and her ears were a little short, but growing. Kiley clopped twice.
"Hmm... How many fingers am I holding up?"
She clopped three times.
"Interesting, the curse has left your mind intact. Anyway, Bella, fetch Torrin, the groom boy. Have him give her a full brushing. We'll have her shod tomorrow. Then come to my bedchamber with a bottle of brandy, I'm feeling rather fatigued."
6 Months Later
Kiley had taken well to her new circumstances. While the Master wouldn't allow lounging he was indeed kind and forgiving. Kiley always received the best feed and treatment. She soon became his favorite horse; she had retained her mind while his other horses, a mare named Nadine and a gelding named Jordane, had not. He found her human intelligence quite useful inside a horse. In their six months together she had served as a spy against his rivals, she even found her self baiting his arch-nemesis into humiliation.
It was her first heat as a horse and Cudrow, the only wizard who rivaled Dresden in power in River's Ford, insisted on riding his magnificent stallion. It had been difficult to resist her own urges but she drove that bay stallion wild with her feminine charms. By the time the ruckus was over Cudrow had fallen from his horse, and was required to compensate five shop owners for damages.
Today was a different situation for Kiley. The Master had traveled to the capital for several weeks and he had asked Bella to make sure Kiley got some air everyday as usual. So this morning Bella was upon her back, riding into the forest along the river. It was quite enjoyable for both. It was the first time Kiley had left the walls of River's Ford; the experience was exciting as well as a little frightening. Bella was thankful to be away from the thousands of prying eyes, being the most beautiful woman on the continent did have its downsides.
After some time following the river the pair came upon a beautiful little glen. Just the sight of the lush grass had Kiley's mouth watering.
"Yes" Kiley's keen ears heard, "Yes this will do quite nicely." Bella swung down from the saddle and stretched her god-like body. Kiley didn't understand Bella's intentions but really didn't care; this particular marsh grass was succulent. She was confused all the more when Bella removed the saddle, but still the grass was tasty.
"You see, dear Kiley" Kiley looked up at Bella and dropped her grass when she saw the gorgeous woman had removed her blouse, revealing her magnificent breasts. "You don't serve a man like Dresden without learning a few things." She continued as she squirmed out of fantastically tight leather trousers. "I too was cursed as a young girl by a vengeful playmate." She pulled the bodkin out of her luxurious blond hair letting it fall, framing her glorious bosom. "I was cursed to be the desire of all men and envy of all women." Kiley was shocked to see a handsome blond tail sprouting from above her perfect ass. "And it worked, as you can tell." She moaned as she fondled her tits. "That little girl was surprisingly powerful. When turned 13 I was raped by my stepfather. My mother threw me out; she grew jealous of my looks." She looked down shamefully. Kiley could see her pointed ears, tipped with golden fur, pushing through the blond hair. "By my 16thyear had been raped ten times, attacked by scores of jealous women, they even paid to have me murdered!" She wiped her tearing eyes, the memories were indeed harsh. "I-I lured the hired man to my bed where we made 'love', I convinced him not to kill me." Her rump had grown even more ample, taking on the powerful muscle of a horse. Kiley's attention was drawn to the woman's genitals. Her clitoris was enormous! The size of a man's thumb! Swollen and fully erect, it hid in her cunt lips so they looked like a primordial sheath.
"I roamed the country side, selling my cursed body for money, serving as a whore in so many governors' courts." Tears were falling freely now, Kiley felt sorry for the poor woman. It was clear that Bella was becoming a horse, Kiley had seen it before. Her tail was fully grown now, and hooves were on the way. "Finally I made it to River's Ford. I searched out Dresden. He tried to remove the curse. Oh! How he tried! It was too powerful; he could only weaken it, but not destroy it. It wears on him every day as he fights it. Oh the guilt I feel! I try so hard to serve him well, he deserves such." Her clit could no longer be called a clit; it was over six inches long now and resembled a penis. Her hands were hooves now as well as her feet; her face had begun to push out, her nostrils expanding. Those nostrils flared and Bella curled her lip in the fashion of an eager stallion. Her 'penis' was standing at attention. "You smell_soooo_ good, lovely Kiley..." She neighed longingly. The cock was adding inches by the second now, and then one, then two balls fell into her dark skinned scrotum as her ovaries became testicles.
"I-I have to explain!" She struggled to say, Kiley's scent was distracting. "Just" she drew in a long draught of the intoxicating perfume. "Just once _I_wanted to be in control. Not violently of course, but _I_want to plant the seed." Her mottled cock was over a foot and a half long now, her balls the size of kiwi fruit. Her body barreled and her neck and head lengthened forcing her to all fours. "I horp you don'h minh." Palomino fur quickly covered the stallion as he covered the mare.
He or she, which ever you prefer, was inexperienced of course. It took Bella many stabs with his/her engorged shaft until finally he/she struck home and began pumping in to the virgin mare Kiley. Kiley didn't mind, as she ground her rump into the stallion's groin, trying to deepen the member's journey. Bella gently bit Kiley's neck in the way of stallions, his balls slapping the mare's back side.
Finally the stallion stiffened and Kiley felt his warm seed plunge into her waiting womb. She was a little disappointed, but was glad to find that Bella was ready again after a few moments of grazing together.
11 Months Later
Kiley lay on her side in the stall, birthing liquids pooling under her vagina. She was breathing heavily but the pregnancy had gone well and so far the result of Bella's and Kiley's union would make an easy entrance to the world.
"I just can't imagine how it happened, Bella. How and _who_impregnated her." Bella tried to hide her blushing.
"Nor I master, perhaps Cudrow's stallion caught up with her."
"Oh! Look!" Bella exclaimed, clapping her dainty hands. "A hoof! The foal's coming! Are they alright Master?!" She was jumping up and down. Dresden tried to ignore the bouncy results.
"Yes, yes, I think so. That looks to be a fore hoof." Bella was giddy.
More of the foal emerged as Kiley pushed, until finally the tiny horse fell from its mother, soaked and shivering.
"Oh look! It's adorable! Boy or girl, Master? Boy or girl?" She was jumping again.
"Ah, it's a boy, a fine colt."
"YEA! I have a son!" Bella stopping jumping, blushing she covered her mouth. Kiley managed to stand and began cleaning and feeding her son as the wizard watched. She was smiling in her own, equine way.
"Master, I-I..."
"I know, Bella." He smiled as the colt stumbled as it nursed vigorously.
"You... You knew all along?" Bella felt a bit stupid. She had spent the entire pregnancy trying to hide that night. She had, of course spent many hours with her mate, ensuring her safety and the safety of her offspring.
"Of course I knew. I am a powerful wizard, after all. If you had been paying attention you might have seen a crocodile watching from the river's edge." He turned to Bella, grinning. "Quite a show."
Bella was beet red. "I'm sorry master."
"Don't be. I'm actually very proud. Your magical abilities are incredibly astute." He brushed his hand across her perfect breast.
"I... could teach you some more..."
"I'd like that very much, Master."
FIN