You are the archwizard Alexander Matthias.Recently, you slew one of the Four Heavenly Kings who serve the Great Demon Emperor of the South as his generals and innermost council. People are lauding it as a great accomplishment, but really you just disintegrated him with your magic while he was balls deep in Princess Mariette. Well, there was the matter of you being the only one in the area who avoided being put under his spell, but that was because you were out of the country at the time when he cast it.Specifically, you were farming Succubi in the Great Pit of Kamar Taj. The Sixty Ninth Floor is filled to the brim with those thirsty demons, and they have a 30% chance to drop [Succubus Charms]. Noblewomen and Merchant Wives will pay top platinum for those cosmetic items to keep themselves pretty and add exciting little details like glowing pink hearts in the their pupils or lewd crests below their navels. Top.Platinum.But that's why you were out of the country when Jasmine the Seducer carved a lewd crest into the nation itself and brought every man and woman under her thrall. That's also why you were probably the only person in the Capital not engaging in the city-wide orgy the Seducer led. If your head wasn't clear of lewd thoughts, you wouldn't have been able to shoot that Omnibus in the back.Sadly, you were about a week too late for this to be swept under the rug. Nine months from now, there will be a baby boom throughout the country... including a royal Cambion from Princess Mariette and a bastard growing inside of the Queen. They're both off to a nunnery for the time being, though you wouldn't be surprised if a few nuns had Nephilim, Cambions, or mundane bastards of their own to bear. It's not your business, though.The rewards that King Martin Blackstone has deigned to shower you with are, however. Lordship over a remote county with a small-but-bustling port town as its seat, formerly belonging to the traitor who let the Seducer into the country in exchange for the Queen as his sex slave. A wagonload of silver and a chest full of gold.Most importantly, though, access to the Royal Archive and a selection of one of its many tomes for your personal collection.The Archive had the book you had been searching for for decades now. An unredacted copy of the Ars Lolita, which contains alchemical instruction on how to become the little girl. You have long sought this knowledge, for though it means the sacrifice of your precious rod and tackle, the forbidden transfiguration confers with it eternal youth. This is not the butchery which creates the effeminate castrati whose male sopranos are famous among the church choir, but rather a true transfiguration of the self into a youthful female form. You have studied the book these past few weeks, and have made preparations to perform the alchemical ritual prior to your departure. Sure, the lab in your apartment is impromptu, but it will do the job.
>>5402550The only question is... how will you configure your new body?>An elf maiden white of hair and red of eyes, touched by the angels.>An exotic maiden with tanned skin and blonde hair>A maiden with long fiery red hair>The spitting image of a princess with grand thick curls>A maiden of the north, with blonde hair and blue eyes>A maiden of the south, with black hair and almond eyes>A tomboyish farmgirl>Yourself, reflected as a girl in her maiden years.>Your feminine ideal, frozen in her maiden years as she begins to bloomThe ritual also confers a boon that is purely physical.>If a wound does not kill you outright, you will in time recover from it without scarring.>Be it strength, endurance, or flexibility, your physical parameters shall exceed normal human limitations.>You have the ability to shut off the extremes of pain and pleasure if need be.>Your body is stretchy and durable, able to take quite the beating before it is wounded.
>>5402554>Your feminine ideal, frozen in her maiden years as she begins to bloom>If a wound does not kill you outright, you will in time recover from it without scarringDownright borderline immortal waifu quest go.
>>5402554>The spitting image of a princess with grand thick curls>Be it strength, endurance, or flexibility, your physical parameters shall exceed normal human limitations.
>>5402554>A tomboyish farmgirl>Your body is stretchy and durable, able to take quite the beating before it is wounded.
>>5402554>The spitting image of a princess with grand thick curlsYour body is stretchy and durable, able to take quite the beating before it is wounded
>>5402554>A tomboyish farmgirl>Be it strength, endurance, or flexibility, your physical parameters shall exceed normal human limitations.
>>5402554>The spitting image of a princess with grand thick curls>If a wound does not kill you outright, you will in time recover from it without scarring.I think after some preparation it might be time to start introducing the world to their new immortal god-empress
>>5402554>>The spitting image of a princess with grand thick curls>>Be it strength, endurance, or flexibility, your physical parameters shall exceed normal human limitations.
>>5402737Had to say, thanks for the pic Anon.>>5402718Have to support this one though.No one will expect the strength build to have all the spells
>>5402554>Yourself, reflected as a girl in her maiden years.>If a wound does not kill you outright, you will in time recover from it without scarring.
>>5402554>The spitting image of a princess with grand thick curls>Your body is stretchy and durable, able to take quite the beating before it is wounded.Ojou-sama looks with a ryonabait/onahola body is a match made in heaven.
>>5402554>Yourself, reflected as a girl in her maiden years.>Be it strength, endurance, or flexibility, your physical parameters shall exceed normal human limitations.
>>5402554>Your feminine ideal, frozen in her maiden years as she begins to bloom>If a wound does not kill you outright, you will in time recover from it without scarring
>>5402554>The spitting image of a princess with grand thick curls>If a wound does not kill you outright, you will in time recover from it without scarring.
>>5402554>The spitting image of a princess with grand thick curls>Your body is stretchy and durable, able to take quite the beating before it is wounded.Are you the magic girl quest QM?
Rolled 3 (1d3)Tiebreaking because somehow it ended up with 5/5/5 for the boon.1. Slow Regeneration2. Superhuman Specs3. Stretchy and Pain Resistant
The solution you find in the Ars Lolita takes two weeks for you to brew, and that's ignoring the time that it takes you to find and process the ingredients needed to brew it. Five gallons of maiden's blood is easy enough to retrieve, as Apothecaries keep it in stock for the various healing rituals which require ethically harvested blood from a female virgin. The pint of... you'll call it seed from a lolicon of at least thirty years who has never known the touch of a woman takes the most effort.You eventually found that the local monastery has their fair share of deviants who against all odds manage to maintain self control through prayer even when the Seducer's Charms turned up to eleven. Their viciously enforced policy of "yes loli, no touch!" and declarations that "2D Girls are Superior to 3D Girls!" might have had something to do with that though.Happily, that was just a catalyst for processing the maiden's blood for the extracts the solution needed. You may have given up on eternal youth if it wasn't.All in all, two months pass by from your induction as Count Alexander Matthias di Stoneport to the day your copper bathtub is filled with the gently glowing solution of viscous pink liquid. A few tests prove that its composition is what the Ars Lolita described. The spots where it had gotten onto your fingers have already show signs of reverting to a younger age, wrinkles receding and becoming more delicate.You strip out of your robes, and take one final look at your wrinkly figure. An old man on his last legs... at your age, there was a good chance you might have dropped dead during the two months it took you to make this potion. One hundred and eight years old is ancient for even a wizard. You've outlived... everyone but your apprentices, and those disrespectful youngsters have scattered to the four winds."Three more hours, Alex..." you grumble to yourself. You uncork a phial of water-breathing, and down it in a single gulp. "Three more hours..."Sinking into the bath, dropping beneath the solution, it feels warm.Just as the Ars Lolita said it would.==="Eh, what the heck is this texture...?"An unfamiliar girlish voice that happens to be your own complains about the strange texture and make up of your new body. When you emerged, you were small. Not "youthful girl-child" small, but more like a fairy. You're barely 123cm tall, and your body is inhumanly squishy. Your cheeks feel like rubber as much as flesh, and no matter how much you mess with them, you can't feel pain.Your looks are like those of a princess. Your skin is flawless and fair, your new face is girlish and cute as a button. Your hair naturally falls into wide, golden curls, and your eyes are happy and bright.But there is some inhuman features. Your eyes are a bit too big, and shine like red rubies. Your ears are pointed, though somewhat less than those of an elf. Your canines are long and sharp...
>>5403578No wonder this ritual was forbidden. While you have become a girl brimming with youthful vigor, you've also turned yourself into some manner of Demon...>Imp>Quasit>Succubus>Nalfeshnee>Dretch>Glabrezu>Fury>(Write In)
>>5403580>NabassuHe was afraid of death, so he shall become a death stealer.
>>5403580>DretchIt'd be pretty funny and their skin is apparently described as rubbery so it fits I guess. Hopefully we don't smell bad or something.
>>5403858Tiny rubbery succubus loli...
Succubus and Nabassu are tied now... let's go tail bros!
>>5403580>NabassuCute Soul-Eating Gargoyle girl is go.
>>5402865Asanagi/ShindoL, is that you ?
>>5403592>+1>>5404272wtf anon ?
Looking at yourself in the mirror, your mind immediately jumps to Succubus as the answer. Though shrunken and squashed to the size and proportions of a large fairy, you would be hard pressed to deny the eroticism of your tiny body. The sinful curve of your hips makes a liar out of anyone who would call you a child for your deliciously flat chest and pretty, girlish face. The gently rolling plains of your breasts have just enough meat upon them to entice onlookers into staring. Your sex, of course, is just as stretchy and durable as the rest of you.All in all, you now have the body of a petite whore.With the crown of thick golden curls trailing past your shoulders, perhaps you might equate it to that of a princess tainted with the eroticism of a lewd crest.Though regardless of how much your body resembles that of a succubus, there are still a few things that give your pause. Your eyes are ruby red, but the sclera is black instead of white; a succubus with such an obvious sign would end up being caught and exorcised easily. Plus the tail is different than the ones you hunted. Though it ends in the same cute spade, unlike theirs, yours can open up like a flow with four moist petals, a snake-like stamen slithering out from the mouth."Curious..." you say. Your fingers brush up against your sex for a brief moment, sending a tingle of pleasure throughout your body. You lean into the mirror a bit more, examining every inch of your new self in excessive detail. "Very curious. I wonder..."You thoroughly explore your body with your hands for a while.You also test out a few uniquely feminine experiences, and determine that they will do well to compensate for what they've replaced.It takes you a number of hours - and a number of cushions and towels - to run all of the tests that you want to run on your body in front of the mirror, but you think you have a good understanding of its function now. Your tail is quite mobile, and its mouth can apply a mighty suction that is both physical and spiritual. Your sweat is a sweet-smelling lubricant that makes your hands glide easily over the squishy, almost rubbery texture of your body. Strangest of all, your body can turn to stone on a whim, becoming a statue with such fine detail that the greatest artisans would be shamed.Of course, with how subtly erotic your body is even when standing still, it would certainly be a statue for a private collection, rather than a public collection. Your resting face looks ever-so-slightly in heat, and poses that are ever so slightly lewd and enticing are fallen into without half a thought. Indeed, some concentration is required to avoid looking seductive.There's definitely some succubus in your new body, you're certain of it. In all of your 108 years, no other subspecies of demon demonstrated such effortless eroticism. Still, inferences based on appearance are mere inferences; a Wizard does his thrice-damned homework!
>>5404632>LimitsWhich means you need to break out your alchemy set. The first step is to gather your samples from the copper tub and separate them into phials. Though the solution lost its magical potency from transforming you into a young and girlish cambion, it remains alchemically active until properly disposed of. Into each phial, you pipette 10ml of the solution, being careful to avoid contamination of the samples with foreign materials. After drawing enough for 200 phials, you dispose of the remaining solution with an acidic cleaning spell that leaves the bath spotless. Twenty of the phials, you separate out for testing of metachimerism within the metamorphic solution. A blend of Holy Water and Maiden's Blood at a ratio of 4:6 by volume is your go-to reagent for this identification. Holy water would work in a pinch, but shades of red are easier to differentiate compared to the intensity of the light of Holy Water's reaction to impure materials. Your solution does glow upon the reaction, but the shade of red also changes into quite distinct colors based upon the ratio of pure to impure material.If it remains clear, the sample has no demonic essence within.If it turns reddish-black, it has no human essence within.Yours turns to the shade of red you have creatively named "RS-12" in your research journal. A red two shades darker than ruby, suggesting a non-complex fraction of 1/3 human, 2/3 demonic in essence. Meaning that Chimerism between two demonic phenotypes is now present within your body. With that and your newfound powers, you have enough to infer what you are now, but the process of experimentation is too enjoyable to stop here.So you go to the second step. Flipping through your ring of [Keyhomes], you find the key that matches the space you've cultivated as a cold storage unit. You need to fit the key into a lock and turn it, but that causes the door to open up to that extradimensional space. Walking inside, you retrieve one hundred and eighty small pipette filled with samples taken from the Pit of Kamar Taj. Blood samples from the one hundred and eighty most common demons in the Pit.As soon as you retrieve each pipette, the golem you made of the shelving units comes to life, taking another sample from the vats of gentle repose that keep the bulk of the blood from spoiling, and put it on the shelf for your retrieval in the future.Then, you empty each 1ml pipette into the phials of metamorphic substance, and kick back your feet and wait.Half an pleased smile on your face when you go to examine the phials again.As you expected, two of the phials have congealed, reacting to the blood which matches the present species in your chimeric cambion body. One of them is that of a succubus, of course, the demons who drop expensive cosmetics in the Pit and squeeze men of their vital essence outside of it. The other is of a Nabassu, the grotesqueries that steal death from travelers with a gaze.
>>5404634Well, you know which one of them gave you their looks, and its not the one that's hideous to look upon. Now that this diversion is passed, though, you have work to do...>Establishing yourself a new legal identity as your former self's heir and hidden apprentice.>Establishing yourself as yourself with the [Golden Tower].>Getting yourself clothes that actually fit you with some of that silver.>Leaving for your new county to begin work on a tower of your own.>Taking a posted quest from the Guild to put your body through its paces.>Finding other, interesting ways to put your body through its paces.>(Write In)
>>5404635>Getting yourself clothes that actually fit you with some of that silver.Wearing actual clothes might be relatively useful for going out in public.
>>5404635>Getting yourself clothes that actually fit you with some of that silver.
>>5404635>Getting yourself clothes that actually fit you with some of that silver.And once we are somewhat close to presentable, >Establishing yourself as yourself with the [Golden Tower].
>>5404635>>Getting yourself clothes that actually fit you with some of that silver.>>Finding other, interesting ways to put your body through its paces.
>>5404635>Getting yourself clothes that actually fit you with some of that silver.Loli Voldemort QM? Is that you?
>>5404887+1 We might be a small onahole woman with a tiny body, but that just means that establishing our identity is especially important. We can do other things later.Imagine if the whole council was like us in some way, haha...
>>5402550What’s a cambion in this setting ?
>>5404635>Getting yourself clothes that actually fit you with some of that silver.This quest is pure gold. Please don't let coomers mess it up too badly, qm.
>>5405292They're what happens when a woman gets dicked down by a demon, or alternatively when someone transforms themselves into a demon without losing their soul (as [you] have).>>5405314Too late, I already did. Because I'm the coomer with a heavy dose of AGP.
>>5405354>I'm the coomer with a heavy dose of AGP.Well this explains everything, can somewhat relate myself. Just hope this quest goes in some cool direction aside for the coomer content, cause I really like the writing/absurdity of it.
>>5404635>Getting yourself clothes that actually fit you with some of that silver.>Finding other, interesting ways to put your body through its paces.
>>5405354thanks OP, also what's agp ?
>>5405401Autogynephilia, I assume.Attraction to one's own body, transformed or made to look like a woman's
>>5405623alright, makes sense
>>5405401>>5405623>Autogynephilia is defined as a male's propensity to be sexually aroused by the thought of himself as a female. It is the paraphilia that is theorized to underlie transvestism and some forms of male-to-female (MtF) transsexualism. Autogynephilia encompasses sexual arousal with cross-dressing and cross-gender expression that does not involve women's clothing per se.
You've found yourself in quite the pinch. Trapped in a dark back room with a spotlight shining down upon you, your naked body has been trussed up like a fine cut of meat at the butchers. Your captor has forced you into pose after humiliating pose. Hands clad in silk gloves have taken undo liberties with every inch of your body, feeling out your supple and squishy flesh with no concern for consent or propriety. From your womanly hips and bubble bottom to the gentle swell of your horrifically erotic flat chest, no nook or cranny goes unexplored.No, not even there. The charms of your succubus blood are far too powerful for such curious fingers to resist touching your most private places. Those wandering hands which have been nothing short of molesting you for the better part of the past two hours now have a better measure of your body than you likely ever will. Is this hollow numbness the feeling of a maiden whose chastity has been irrevocably violated? Certainly, this experience means that you can no longer get married.Or, well, it would if you weren't a widower of twenty-five years."What in the world is this texture...?" your molester complains. Her name is Marjory Redweaver, and she has been your tailor in this town since a few years before your wife died. She'd always joke about how only Nancy knew your body better than her, but the outright groping you is new. Must have something to do with your transformation. "You're so squishy I can't bring myself to let go... and your skin is so flawless that it's unfair. What did you do to get like this? I need answers, Alex!""You've been asking the same question for two hours, Marge," you grumble. You don't exactly hate the older woman's wandering hands or anything like that. It's just a little weird, and you have other business to attend to. "You don't have enough magic to enact the ritual I performed. If you did, the Golden Tower would have scooped you up before your bush grew in, like they did with me.""Bah, that hardly seems fair..." Marjory complains with a shake of her head. Then she claps you on the shoulders. "Well, I've got your measure for proper clothes now-""You better have, after slipping a finger inside my cu-""-but I can't let you walk around in those until I'm done making them for you." She makes a wild gesture at the robes which had been all but falling off of your body when you came in. A bit large for you, yes, but they were the smallest thing you had. "Let me get you something nice from off the shelf that should fit you, and then we can talk compensation.""The usual fee in silver?" you ask. You have silver in abundance now thanks to the King's rich compensation for slaying a Demon General, not to mention the humble incomes from your patents. There's no need for you to be a slave to cost for the time being. "I can arrange for a transfer of funds within the hour.""Silver will do..." Marjory starts. "But I was thinking of something else..."
>>5405693Her voice is so low that you suspect she didn't want you to hear it. Or maybe she's playing one of those games women play where they say something that they pretend you don't want to hear but actually really do want you to hear. While you can't pretend to understand the logic even after becoming female yourself, learning to sniff out the difference between the two was key to the happy sixty years you spent married to Nancy. From how she said it right before she ducked out to the front to get some clothes from the shelves, you think you can safely say that she wanted you to hear it."Out with it, then," you give Marjory a gentle push when she comes back with a few sets of shelf clothes. All of them are quite cute, the sort of thing you'd get for a daughter if you and Nancy had managed to have any children. For better or worse, though, that was never in the cards. "What's the something else? Don't tell me you want me to become your personal dress up doll or something. I might not look it, but I'm still going to be as busy as ever, you know.""Why would I need a dress up doll when I have so many customers?" Marjory asks. She makes a fair point. The last time you were in here, she boasted about securing the contract to make uniforms for the academy all the nobles send their children to. She must have plenty of dress-up dolls to play with come Autumn. "No, no, no, I was hoping you could whip me up something special with that alchemy of yours. Something that will leave all the noblewomen who stop by green with envy...""This is about how flawless my skin is now, isn't it..." you guess, and her expression is the only answer you need."That ritual you performed on yourself is entirely unfair!" Marjory complains. She's on the fifth outfit that she's testing against your skin, having tossed the first four aside like garbage. "Even if I don't have enough magic to perform it, there's got to be a way to replicate what it does to the skin, right? That texture is unreal, if I had skin like that I bet I could get Robar to be as vigor-""Too much information," you throw a hand up as outfit number eight goes into the failures pile. Outfit number six - a less frilly summer's dress - was the first success. Number nine, which is in a similar style but a different color, soon joins it. "You're sure you don't just want the money? I know your son's about the age for the Academy...""His tuition is part of my contract with the Academy," Marjory waves off your concern. "Your so small that even a full wardrobe won't do much to the books. But don't tell the nobility I said that, I overcharge them a fair bit for children's clothes, because of how quick they grow up...""Just so you know, I won't be growing much, if at all," you say. Marjory was a good friend to Nancy in her later years, so you want to be upfront with her that she probably won't see much repeat business from you."Yeah, I figured." Her response surprises you.
>>5405694Apparently, if you can whip her up a supply of something that will earn her envious looks from her more aggravating customers, she will consider it worth the price of a full wardrobe for a girl of your size. Do you accept her offer?>It's an intriguing puzzle. If the texture is really that addicting to touch, it could become another valuable patent for you. You'll see what you can do for her.>You can't take her goods for something you can't guarantee. Insist she only give you a discount.>You've no interest in using your alchemical knowledge for something as petty as cosmetics. You'll be polite about it, but your pride demands you refuse.Of course, you are a busy man, and daylight is burning. Now that you have decent enough clothes to hold you over until your wardrobe is complete, what do you plan to do next? (Roll 1d100 for Random Encounters)>Establish yourself a new legal identity as your former self's heir and hidden apprentice.>Establish yourself as yourself with the Golden Tower.>Take a waygate to your new county and begin work on a tower of your own.>Take a posted quest from the Guild to put your body through its paces.>Find other, interesting ways to put your body through its paces.>Work on the puzzle of creating a cosmetic that can mimic your skin texture (only if you take on Marjory's Request)>(Write In)
>Vote for clothes that actually fit you with some of that silver>Get raped
>>5405695>It's an intriguing puzzle. If the texture is really that addicting to touch, it could become another valuable patent for you. You'll see what you can do for her.>Establish yourself as yourself with the Golden Tower.>Work on the puzzle of creating a cosmetic that can mimic your skin texture
>>5405695>It's an intriguing puzzle. If the texture is really that addicting to touch, it could become another valuable patent for you. You'll see what you can do for her.>Find other, interesting ways to put your body through its paces.Be the ryona bait we are meant to be
>>5405695>It's an intriguing puzzle. If the texture is really that addicting to touch, it could become another valuable patent for you. You'll see what you can do for her.>Establish yourself as yourself with the Golden Tower>>5405697It happens
Rolled 83 (1d100)>>5405695>You can't take her goods for something you can't guarantee. Insist she only give you a discount.>Establish yourself a new legal identity as your former self's heir and hidden apprentice
Rolled 52 (1d100)>>5405695>It's an intriguing puzzle. If the texture is really that addicting to touch, it could become another valuable patent for you. You'll see what you can do for her.>Establish yourself as yourself with the Golden Tower.
Rolled 27 (1d100)>>5405786
>>5405697We didn't get raped, we got molested by a seamstress who got caught up in our innate charms, presumably while taking our measurements. There's a difference.>>5405712To quote the Female Hero and the Shota Orc: "I wanna get sexually assaulted..."I bet our squishy body would be good for tummy punches. Also, +1
Character BioName: Alexander "Alex" MatthiasOccupation: Archwizard, Alchemist, Adventurer (as a Hobby)Titles: Scepter of the Golden Tower, Baron of Port Griffin, Knight of the Iron Cross, Mythril Rank AdventurerAge: 108 yearsRace: Ensouled Cambion (formerly Human)Sex: Female (formerly Male)Birthplace: The Village of Thorton's Glade, in eastern Sotherton County, on the border of the Rosenritter Marches and the Duchy of Abendämmer, within the Middle Kingdom of Keskmaa. Current Residence: The Archmagos Suite at 63 Ruler's Court, in the Crown Hill Ward of Blackstone City, in the Kingsland of the Middle Kingdom of Keskmaa.SkillsAll skill checks are determined by a d100 roll to see how well you perform. Mastered Skills only require a roll for the most complex of tasks. Proficient skills do not require a roll for complex but otherwise day-to-day tasks. Practiced skills do not require a roll for basic tasks. All levels of skill include the benefits of the levels beneath them.Mastered Skills: Academics, Alchemy, Arcana, ResearchProficient Skills: Investigations, Persuasion, Perception, Sculpture, Spell Weaving, TinkeringPracticed Skills: Athletics, Calligraphy, Court Manner, Dancing, Deception, Riding, Rowing, Sailing, Stealth, SwordplaySpellsYou have a small library in your apartments of spell tomes, whose total contents are too extensive to reasonably list here. Most, if not all, common magic can be found there, as well as a good number of more specialized spells, and even a few rare spells. Your collection has a 3% chance to be in possession of a rare spell, and a 30% chance to be in possession of a given specialized spell when you go to research on them.Players will vote on your combat magic style when it becomes relevant.Special AbilitiesBlood of the Succubus: Your small body demonstrates an effortless eroticism in sight, sound, and smell that stirs the lust of all who behold you regardless of their usual preferences. The weak willed are enthralled by a passive charm that you can suppress with some modest effort. Even your sweet-smelling sweat is a tool for making it easier for hands to caress your body, Those who come into contact with it find it hard to keep themselves from touching you all over.Chimera: Your new body is a hybrid of Human, Succubus, and Nabassu. You count as all three simultaneously for the purposes of magic.Heart of the Nabassu: You can turn yourself to stone at will, and if you are turned to stone you can return to flesh at will. Your gaze can weaken creatures upon eye contact, though you can suppress it with some effort. Your kiss can absorb the souls of helpless creatures, or you can more forcibly suck out souls with the flower-like mouth of your demon tail.Human Ingenuity: You gain skills at a faster rate.
>>5405908What’s the difference between molestation and rape ? Also>To quote the Female Hero and the Shota Orc: "I wanna get sexually assaulted..."Who ?
>>5405928When I think rape I really think forced sex through drugs, coercion, or violence, bumping uglies and such. This was just hands, even if she slipped a finger in, so that's molestation to me. But I'm probably off in terms of legal definitions by a country mile. Wouldn't use the tag rape on what happened if it were illustrated though.Female Hero and Shota Orc is a manga about a Female Hero who really wants to get Orc'd, but never gets Orc'd. She ends up taking a protective older sister role to a lost Orc boy who ends up with a crush on her, but everyone thinks she's preying on him.
>>5405908I don't give a fuck
"I suppose I can work on it." After some consideration, you give Marjory her answer. Her entire face lights up happily at your response. A little smile crack its way across your face, kind of like stone breaking from melting ice. "If you want a formula sent to your compounder, I'll need to file a patent with His Majesty's Office of Public Alchemy. Which means it will only be a matter of time before the people you're trying to impress find out about it."Making a cosmetic to mimic your smooth and squishy skin is one thing.Letting someone else reverse engineer it to take the credit - and reap the rewards for its invention - is something else entirely. Knowledge should be shared and spread to make everyone's life better, but credit goes to where it is due."Oh, that's just fine," Marjory waves off the concern. She's finished her adjustments on the last of your off-the-shelf garments, which means you have something passable to wear in high society for the next two weeks. This frilled white blouse and flower-field over plaid skirt are a bit modern for a man of your age, but they certainly make you look like a fashionable young lady. "Wilhelm's a dear. He'll point them to the right formula for the right price, I'll just ask him to make the right price a bit steep.""I'd expect nothing less from a sly vixen like you," you quip."What's that supposed to mean?" Marjory complains. A few more stitches to draw back the hem of the skirt, and... "You can step down now. Everything that's ready for you to take home is on the counter. The wardrobe proper will take two to three weeks.""Very good." You step down from the stool upon which your old friend has been playing dress-up doll with you for the past hour and a half. The mirror shows you that the off-shelf clothes are an infinitely better fit than your old robes for a man seventy centimeters taller. "You've done excellent work as always, Marge. I'll send for you in two weeks to check if the rest is ready."You retrieve your belt of many pockets from the robes you wore in, and affix it over the skirt. The new clothes can all fit in one pocket, but you need to stretch it open to get them into the extradimensional space. Fortunately, you don't have so many clothes that you need to split them into two pockets.You slip a hand into another pocket to retrieve your badge of office. A pole of polished birch nearly two meters long, it curves in a slight crescent at the top, from which a golden tassel hangs. A leather grip slides down to meet your hands, and the runes which have been burnt into the shaft flask with silver light at your touch. The staff resizes itself to better suit your new proportions, just as your belt had when you put it on this morning.Nancy's work always had quality of life spells thrown into their creation.As you make to leave, Marjory looks a bit less than impressed. "Seriously, what did you mean, I'm a vixen!!??""Have a good day, Marge~!"
>>5406952The offices of the Golden Tower sit at the heart of the Volujate Ward, which can be found on the opposite end of the city from Crown Hill. Where the aptly named Blackstone Citadel crowns the Crown Hill Ward as a symbol of unyielding strength and the iron will of the law, the Golden Tower rises from the sea of bright-foliaged trees that provide shade to Volujate Garden. The largest park open to the public in the kingdom, its grassy hills and stone-paved paths are dotted with pink-leaf cherries, purple-leafed plums, and white birches with leaves of a such a vibrant red that they almost look aflame.You remember one of them vividly. An old growth within an island grove in the Veerata River, whose course carve a border between the Garden and the outer city. Two centuries old at least, with long gnarled branches and leaves as red as the dawn, and roots that drank deep of the bubbling spring at its feet. When you were young, you would occasionally ditch class with Nancy and and the two of you would read some silly book beneath its branches. When you were older, you asked her to marry you beneath its shade, and she said yes.These days it's hard to miss that tree. The grove has been cut back, with ornamental garden trees replacing the old forest. But that birch remains, with a proper path now leading around the island and to the spring from the footbridge that connects it to the Garden. You had it built shortly after Nancy's death, named in honor of her.But you are nowhere near that island today. Your path has taken you down the Plum Road which connects the Blackstone Citadel and the Golden Tower via a perfectly straight line that divides the city proper between its eastern and western halves. Paved with good stone, trolleys pulled by horse or spell travel along the iron rails embedded in the center while foot traffic keeps to either side. A line of grass divides the walking paths from the horse and trolley path, and every five meters a plum tree rises to cast shade and provide color to the road. You are given a wide berth by people, for the golden tassel on your staff makes you easily recognizable as belonging to the Golden Tower. As you get closer to the Garden, more heads double take at the sigil engraved onto the plate which hangs from the tassel. It is not the Wand of a Student, or the Rod of an Adept, but the Scepter of an Archmage. It's easy to mistake you for a girl-child, and no child should have that status.Indeed, a trio of jesters have decided to take it upon themselves to question your credentials just outside the gates of the Tower Grounds. "Hoooooooooh, what's this...?" their leader claps her wand to her hand, sneering down at you. She seems to be a girl of seventeen or so, still a student by the wand she carries. "You playing dress-up, little girl?""You can't just pretend to be one of the Scepters, kid," one of her burly lackeys says. "Madam La Croix will string you up for that.""Yeah, you might get hurt..."
>>5406953These delinquents seem intent on getting in your way. You can probably get around them, but perhaps it might be fun to teach them a lesson. Plus, it could give you something to hold over Jeanne La Croix at the next holiday party...>Just ignore them and walk through. You can turn intangible if they try to grab you... and their reaction might be amusing.>Wait for someone else to react to the commotion. You might lose a bit of face for being stopped, but you can always just say you wanted to follow proper procedures.>Turn the three of them into animals befitting their personalities. Don't reduce their intelligence, but if they can't undo the transformation someone will do it eventually.>Turn the three of them into stone. They'll be unconscious for a while - you're not a torturer after all - and someone will turn them back in due time.>Use the flight properties of your staff to fly over them as a demonstration that you are, in fact the real deal.>Propose that you all get some exercise with a mock duel.>See what happens if you try to turn up the succubus charm instead of suppressing it as you have been for a bit now. What's the worst that could happen?>(Write In)
>>5406956>>See what happens if you try to turn up the succubus charm instead of suppressing it as you have been for a bit now. What's the worst that could happen?
>>5406956Hmmm... what would be the most appropriately smug way to show off?>Turn the three of them into animals befitting their personalities. Don't reduce their intelligence, but if they can't undo the transformation someone will do it eventually.The old classic, definitely.
>>5406956>Just ignore them and walk through. You can turn intangible if they try to grab you... and their reaction might be amusing.>>5406992Deflecting any shit they may try on us?
>>5406997>Deflecting any shit they may try on us?A bit boring, we're going for humiliation here.Listen, we're the sort of person that straight up went for looking like a pretty little princess, if we're not gonna practice the ohoho moments then it's all gonna go to waste innit?
>>5406956>See what happens if you try to turn up the succubus charm instead of suppressing it as you have been for a bit now. What's the worst that could happen?
>>5407000We're the kind of person who went straight for princess because there weren't other legendary spells of youth available!Real talk tho, if you want something more flashy we could pass them like they're talking manure, wait for things to escalate then retaliate. How about turning their wands into snakes, stripping them naked and then turning into statues before they can cover up?
>>5406956>Turn the three of them into animals befitting their personalities. Don't reduce their intelligence, but if they can't undo the transformation someone will do it eventually.
>>5407008Ooh, I like this. Let's go a step further, even>>5406956>Turn their wands into ropes>Bind them in humiliating, erotic poses>Turn the boys into girls.>Then turn them to stone statues, placed somewhere they will be seen as if they were decorative statues.
>>5407021+1 but I'd go without sex change
>>5406953>See what happens if you try to turn up the succubus charm instead of suppressing it as you have been for a bit now. What's the worst that could happen?Lezrape!
>>5406953>See what happens if you try to turn up the succubus charm instead of suppressing it as you have been for a bit now. What's the worst that could happen?
Rolled 1 (1d3)Alright, gotta make a decision so I can write.1) Animal Transfiguration2) Succubus Charms3) Statue Bondage write in
>>5406956>Turn the three of them into animals befitting their personalities. Don't reduce their intelligence, but if they can't undo the transformation someone will do it eventually.Very classical wizard hijinks
"Is that right...?" you draw out your words through partially clenched teeth. Letting these vapid children get to you would be unbecoming of a man of your station, but there's an impulse wriggling about in the back of your mind to give them swift retribution. Wizards are quick and terrible in their anger, after all - archwizards doubly so. "Well, I must thank you for your concern, but I assure you that I'll be quite fine."You make to ignore them and pass through the gate, but the burly fellow steps in your way. He's almost as tall as you were before last night's ritual, and has even more muscles than you had in your prime. He has a handsome face, actually, but there's something about his expression that makes you think only garbage can be found beneath the skin."Didn't you hear what I said, little girl...?" the wiry one squats down next to you, throwing an arm around your shoulder. "Somebody might take offense to some kid pretending to be a big shot.""It's disrespectful," the big guy rumbles. "It takes ten years to earn the Rod. Fifteen more to even be considered for the Scepter.""We're being nice and telling you to go home, little puppy," the sneering girl drawls. She twirls her wand in her fingers absent-mindedly and looks down at you like she's seen a particularly disgusting insect. "The people in there won't be so nice when they see a little girl playing pretend, you know. They'll turn you into a newt, or maybe they'll think your cute enough to bind as a human familiar."You arc an eyebrow at that last bit. Human familiars have to be willing for the ritual to work, last you checked. "Well, they're welcome to try. Now, if you'll excuse me..."The burly guy's eyes go a bit wide as a force gently shuffles him out of the way... which means he's smarter than he looks. He noticed that you cast two spells simultaneously, and the force was only a small part of it. The more complex part was how you removed the friction beneath his feet, causing him to slide out of the way like a well lubricated door. Oh, and how you balanced the forces that pushed on him to keep him from falling over.To his companions, though, it must have looked like he stepped out of the way. They both give him the stink eye before the girl says something foolish."Wait, Betty, I think this might have been a mis-" the big guy starts."Can it, Clint!" The girl, Betty, sounds furious. She twirls her wand with deliberate intent, its tip now sparking with a flare of pink magical power. Her wandwork isn't bad for a novice at all, but she clearly hasn't internalized the runes for this spell if she needs to draw them out in the air. "This little brat has shown more than enough disrespect to deserve punishment. You won't be so cute when I turn you into a newt, brat!"Flowing winds of the heavenly void, heed the words of the ancient contract and become the tool to reshape the world. Make them harmless, [Baleful Polymorph]!
>>5408159The runes she has written in the air glow pink and then fly towards you like a bolt from a crossbow. When they strike your tiny body, they burst into a cloud of smoke that obscures you from their view. This particular variant takes advantage of the Principle of Obfuscation, wherein complex magics work more efficiently when their precise effect goes unseen until their completion. Thus, conjuring a bit of smoke first can bring a spell that would be outside the reach of a novice into their grasp.The smoke smells of peaches and cream.You're mildly impressed. This particular variant must be Betty's own creation."Nice shot, Big Sis!" you can hear the wiry one's voice cheer. "I bet a few hours as a newt will teach that brat not to disrespect the Scepters of the Golden Tower.""I just hope we don't get in trouble for this..." Clint rumbles."Tch, why would we get in trouble for this? It's not like we killed the poor girl," Betty tosses her hair, looking incredibly satisfied with herself. You are somewhat concerned about the quality of her character, if she's so happy at transfiguring a defenseless child. She tosses a jar to the wiry one. "Rob, go put her in this jar, will you? I don't want her running off and getting eaten. A few hours like that, we'll let her go and give her candy and a warning or something.""That won't be necessary," you finally decide to speak up.The look of horror that falls upon all three of their faces - especially Betty's - when you clear the smoke with a wave of your hand is positively delightful. You cast a little charm on yourself that causes your eyes to glow with their vibrant ruby red. With the three of them rooted in place by shock, you take the chance to critique Betty's spell."Your desire to protect the reputation of the Golden Tower was admirable, but your execution of it left much to be desired. Overall, I would give it 62 points." You think you can hear the sound of cracking glass as you grade Betty's performance. "Your wandwork was quite artful, but you ended up wasting a lot of motion completing the spell because you didn't visualize the runes. I'll give that... 70 points.""What the hell is this, a test?" Rob complains. You make a zipping motion, and suddenly his lips are sealed."Life is a test," you tell him before continuing on. Betty and Clint both stare at him, as he's now pulling at his lips trying to pry them open. "Your vocalization was abridged, which is very good for a novice, especially for a spell variant you created yourself. 83 points. Of course, the spell was not bad, utilizing solid principles to reduce mana expenditure to reasonable levels. But... the baseline Baleful Polymorph has a flaw in its structure that makes it simple to dispel. 79 points.""You should be a newt!" Betty shouts, pointing an accusatory finger at you. "Why aren't you a newt? And where do you get off judging my spell work huh?""Betty-" Clint strains, horror on his face.You point your finger at her.
>>5408160"Ohohohohoho~! You're quite the bitch, aren't you?" You laugh. Your question is filled with mana, completing a spell that you had visualized in your mind. Not truly incantationless - Polymorphs are a tricky spell class to get right even at your level - but an abridged and altered incantation. One that is filled with the intent behind the spell, substituting for the normal "magic words".Rob and Clint both stare in shock as a golden retriever suddenly takes Betty's place. Or rather, Betty becomes a golden retriever without so much as a wisp of smoke. Her fur matches her golden hair, and she sniffs herself in confusion."Ah man, fuck this shit, I'm out!" Rob says, breaking into a sprint and running towards the city. It won't save him from your wrath. You level your staff with a vicious grin, and throw out another pseudo-incantation. "Running away from your just desserts? You snake! Take your punishment with your friend!"With a flash of light a snake flies through the air and flops onto the ground where Rob had been. Its skin is patterned with the color of his amber eyes and his black hair. Realizing that he didn't get away, he meekly turns around and joins Betty, slithering upon onto her back. Betty paws him in consolation, rubbing the top of his snake head.It's actually rather adorable. You almost feel bad now."I am ready to accept your retribution," Clint, being the smartest of the three, knows when he's beaten. He drops down to one knee and lowers his head. "I cannot ask for your mercy, Lady Scepter, as I did not do enough to prevent my friends from taking such foolish actions.""You're rather meek, aren't you?" you look down at him with a slight frown. "Almost like a rabbit. Take this opportunity to hold your head up and learn some pride, for how fluffy your fur is, if nothing else."The large young man is gone, and in his place is an incredibly fluffy rabbit with snow white fur. He stays near you as you turn to the other foolish students. "Now, figure out how to break this spell, or find a way to convince someone else to break it for you. I've business to attend to, and I hope everyone who was watching understands that these tassels are no so easily forged."You sense a few scrying sensors wink out of existence. But it's true, you do have business to attend to.>Present yourself to the High Council during the hours they open to the Scepters.>This is just a bureaucratic change. Secretary Michael can deal with it.>This is so trivial that presenting yourself to anyone is a waste of time. You have things to retrieve from your office. Get what you need and leave a letter behind explaining your new form.>See if Archmagos Du Laan is in his offices. Your mentor is the only one who needs know of this.>(Write In)
>>5408161>This is just a bureaucratic change. Secretary Michael can deal with it.
>>5408161>This is so trivial that presenting yourself to anyone is a waste of time. You have things to retrieve from your office. Get what you need and leave a letter behind explaining your new form.Lawd, this quest is fucking kino
>>5408187That's some high praise. Thanks! I'm not sure I deserve it, but I'll do my best to be worthy of it. What would you say is good or like to see more of? Is there anything that you'd like me to avoid or see less of?This goes for anyone in the thread who'd like to speak up, not just that anon.
>>5408214Idk it's just very satisfying to read and you have interesting ideas for spell/alchemy/magic mechanics, which feel cool being explained by a 1337 mage.
>>5408161>>Present yourself to the High Council during the hours they open to the Scepters
>>5408214It got a nice style and the lewd themes are handled well. Btw were you inspired by the recent Mahou Shoujo Academia quest ?
>>5408214don't ask that question until thread 2 or 3. all you need to do is>make good material (check)>have consistency with post schedule this seems like the start of a pretty good quest. try not to burn out/disappear
>>5408161>>This is just a bureaucratic change. Secretary Michael can deal with it.
>>5408298I believe that it is the very same qm
>>5408315I don’t think so. Someone asked why hasn’t he posted the 3rd thread yet and he said he was stuck with college
>>5408328There are certain writing ticks you cannot change. I recognized them.
>>5408331Which ones ?
While the harmless little gardener snake rides off on the back of a very indignant golden retriever, you enter the grounds of the Golden Tower. This is not the Golden Tower that sits above the Maelstrom which swirls at the center of the Middle Sea, but it is resplendent all the same. Rising to a height of a full hundred meters, the golden slabs which form its foundation stones seem to glow even in the shade of the plum trees that encircle it. These slabs are not true gold, but rather the alchemical substance dorado, a false gold made from the transmutation of lead via the use of lapis philosophorum.Really, it's just lead changed to a prettier color, and given a few beneficial properties via alchemy.For instance, it's no longer a slow poison that rots the mind over the course of decades when used as piping. It also can be said to be as sturdy as steel, though few warriors choose to use armor made from it due to its tremendous mass. It makes for splendid cornerstones and reinforcement in construction thanks to that same reason, alongside its resistance to corrosion.As you walk beneath the shade of the plum trees towards the offices of the Golden Tower, a fluffy white rabbit has decided that it wishes to follow along with you instead of run off and beg for help like the bitch and the snake. You let out a small chuckle, but decide to humor him. You were once a fool who did not know when to quit, decades upon decades ago. Seeing the bunny hop with determination to keep up with you is almost nostalgic, in a way."I'm not going to change you back no matter how much you beg," you tell the rabbit. Mirth plays in your eyes when the poor creature freezes mid hop and falls to the ground with a thump. "If big puppy eyes could convince me to have mercy, I'd have been killed a long time ago, little rabbit. Unraveling that spell is your responsibility."[Understanding]An emotion - or rather, the sensation of acutely feeling another's emotion - passes through your chest like a subtle breeze."Well aren't you a clever little rabbit," you say. It might just be worth letting this little fellow tag along, if he's already figured out a way to communicate without dragging his feet through the mud and making everyone wait for him to finish writing. "Empathic communication, using Haaken's Understanding of Familiars as the basis for-"[Confusion. Denial. Questioning.]"Hooooooooh? You came up with that on the fly, from first principles?" You can't help but find a wolfish grin upon your face, which goes unabated by the levels of concern that you can feel emanating from the little bunny. A few passers by look at you strangely, at least before they notice your tassel and rightly move along. Is this how someone working a river pan feels when they come across gold among the mud? "Ohohohohoho~! How fascinating. Can you follow instructions, little rabbit?"
>>5409491[Hesitance. Concern. Affirmation.]"Very good! Now listen very closely, as I will only be explaining this once," you tell the rabbit. Its fluffy white ears perk up, and its blood red eyes are locked with your own. Somewhere along the line, you've squatted down low enough that he doesn't need to jump up anymore to do that. "You will be applying Pascale's Inversion to the spell array that you have envisioned in your mind. Plot it upon a coordinate map where the outer limits of the circle intersect the X and Y axes at 1 unit from the origin. Determine the points of intersection where the diagram meets the edge of the circle. Starting from (0, 1), move clockwise around the circle and substract 1 from both the X and Y values of every second intersection while maintaining the same connections."[Confusion as to what this mental exercise is meant to accomplish.] As you suspected would happen, a much more specific feeling is projected across your mind from the little rabbit named Clint. [Shock at the exercise's success in improving communication. Awe at the wisdom of one who holds the title of Scepter. Humility in the understanding of how much there is left to learn.]"That won't be as effective as a purpose made spell, but the Inversion should help you get more mileage out of those cantrips that you threw together," you say. You scratch behind the ears of the fluffy white rabbit, before standing back up. "Now, was there a reason you were hippity-hopping your way after me, little rabbit?"[Intense desire to become your pupil.]"Hoooooooooooooooh?" you let the wordless question hang in the air for a moment, relishing the concern that radiates off the rabbit for a moment. Truth be told, you wouldn't mind having a lackey who can pick up on things quickly, but you can't let him know that. "But didn't I just jinx you and your friends because you annoyed me with your drivel at the gate? What makes you think that I would have any interest in taking you on as my disciple?"His answer comes without hesitation.[Pride in the exceptional fluffiness of my snow white fur.]"Ohohohohoho~!" Your peals of laughter ring out like a bell across the grounds, getting a few more stares from passers by... at least until they notice the tassel on your staff. How can you turn down a student who has the audacity to throw your words right back at you? "Ohohohohoho~! You amuse me, little rabbit. You have permission to follow me around for as long as you wish, though in exchange for lodgings I expect you to perform the occasional chore for me. If you learn something from it, all the better."With that, you turn away from the rabbit and towards the tower, not sparing the poor creature a second glance. After a moment of audible psychic shock, you can hear near-panicked hops as he struggles to keep up with your brisk pace.
>>5409493---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------"What do you mean, I need to stand before the council?" you don't scream. You definitely don't lose any of your composure and nearly tug out one of your delightfully thick curls of hair. The little rabbit now resting on your shoulder nuzzles you in condolence, but it doesn't do much to help. "I sent in notice two weeks before I performed the ritual that I would end up with a new body and appearance! This should just be a bureaucratic change in status, not the bloody inquisition."Secretary Michael has the patience of a saint.He also has the perniciousness of a seasoned bureaucrat. No one in the Tower loves pointless paperwork and procedure more than him. No one."Well, it has to do with concerns over the composition of your new body," Michael says. He adjusts his glasses. "Given the recent matter with the Seducer-""Whom I slew!" You slam a tiny hand on the Secretary's desk, and wave your staff for emphasis. "With this staff I might add, while everyone else in this bloody tower was engaged in a week long orgy because they somehow missed the bastard carving a lewd crest over the countryside for two years.""You missed the circle as well, Alex," Michael points out, but that is entirely unfair."I was in Kamar Taj for the last three years!" you point out."Yes, doing gods only know what with the succubi." Michael clearly thinks he's cute, but you mustn't let him get a rise out of them. "I wonder how well they could impersonate High Artificer Nan-""Finish that sentence and I'll turn your skin inside out, Mike," you growl, letting your magic flare with a dangerous aura. You won't hesitate either, you know that spell by heart, and how to make sure it doesn't kill the person you cast it on. Michael winces."Sorry, Alex. That was low of me, I know that's not why you went there." The secretary bows his head in apology. With a sigh, he pulls out a form. "The Council knows that's not why you go there. But the younger scepters, the ones who were raised after you and Nancy stepped back thirty years ago, they don't know. And now they see you come back in a new body that I bet ten to one has a drop or two of succubus in it, and the first thing you do is hex some students at the gates...""Please, that's classic grumpy old wizard right there," you tell him."Yes, and if you looked the part still, no one would have questioned it," Michael says. He leans back into his chair with a sigh. "And Scepters have the authority to administer punishments to students at their discretion. But the younger Scepters see a lecherous old man who's become the object of his desires, and fear that you might just hijack the crest before it's been properly erased.""So what, the council wants to put on a show to ease their nerves?" you ask."Exactly."
>>5409494This is pointless, but you get it, you suppose. Bah, if the Ring of Commerce was a requirement to achieve the rank of Scepter, they'd understand damn well how you can live such a cushy retirement life on the back of the cosmetic items succubi drop when you kill them in Kamar Taj. You suppose...>You'll go along with the council's puppet show and assuage the concerns of the young and foolish.>You'll give the young and the foolish a puppet show to remember. Where was that strange outfit Marjory insisted on giving you, again...?>You'll speak with Archmagos Du Laan and see if you can't just dodge all of this.>You'll grab your things from your office and just disappear in the night. The Council can come to your holdings if they want to have a hearing with you.>You'll send a Simulacrum to deal with Council while getting your things packed. A bit of a snub, but it should suffice for their purposes.>(Write In)
>>5409496>You'll go along with the council's puppet show and assuage the concerns of the young and foolish.pupil get, lol. I like how this turned out.
>>5409496>>You'll give the young and the foolish a puppet show to remember. Where was that strange outfit Marjory insisted on giving you, again...?
>>5409494> "Please, that's classic grumpy old wizard right there," you tell him.I think our days of being a grumpy old wizard are over now. The best we can do now is a smug and sassy ojou loli.>>5409496>You'll give the young and the foolish a puppet show to remember. Where was that strange outfit Marjory insisted on giving you, again...?Also, should our newly gained pupil be listening in on this? It sounds kinda confidential.
>>5409496>You'll give the young and the foolish a puppet show to remember. Where was that strange outfit Marjory insisted on giving you, again...?>Feed the bnnuy and turn his fur pinkFor aesthetics>>5409592We're still old and grumpy, the change of character will take a while.
>>5409496>You'll give the young and the foolish a puppet show to remember. Where was that strange outfit Marjory insisted on giving you, again...?Might as well mess with the whippersnappers a little
>>5409494Seems like a good thing we didn’t go for the lewd option>>5409496>You'll go along with the council's puppet show and assuage the concerns of the young and foolish.
>>5409496>>You'll go along with the council's puppet show and assuage the concerns of the young and foolish.
>>5409496>You'll give the young and the foolish a puppet show to remember. Where was that strange outfit Marjory insisted on giving you, again...?If we're gonna do this we're gonna have some fun with it.>>5409638>PinkEh. A little bit of feed ain't too bad but the sudden color change is a bit much.And honestly they have enough promise to probably get out of the polymorph sooner rather then later, let's not bully our latest handyman without reason.
>>5409901>bullybut pink is the coolest color
>>5409496>You'll give the young and the foolish a puppet show to remember. Where was that strange outfit Marjory insisted on giving you, again...?It's a lewd outfit, right? Right?
>>5410033you know, i voted for it, but im not really sure what exactly its implying either.
>>5409496>You'll give the young and the foolish a puppet show to remember. Where was that strange outfit Marjory insisted on giving you, again...?Let's get erotic!
>>5409496>You'll give the young and the foolish a puppet show to remember. Where was that strange outfit Marjory insisted on giving you, again...?>>5410039We're gonna' find out!
With a century of faithful service to the Golden Tower under your belt, one might think that the Council might extend a modicum of courtesy to you and schedule your hearing for after Marjory finished your wardrobe. Off-the-shelf clothing might be suitable enough for a trip to the office, but for a hearing before the Council you may as well be dressed like a filthy peasant. Perhaps they didn't realize that you had not prepared clothes for your new body because you had no idea what your measurements would be. Or perhaps the young and foolish screeched a bit too loudly for this foolish puppet show.Michael bought you one hour to prepare yourself for this farce as an apology for his earlier disrespect towards Nancy. You have every intention of making the most of those precious sixty minutes, so you can give the young and foolish a show they will certainly remember.You enter your office with a villainous grin splitting your doll-like face in two.[Concern regarding Teacher's intentions. Morbid curiosity towards whatever schemes Teacher is planning]"Why, it's quite simple, little rabbit." You place him gently atop the coffee table in your offices' study, setting out a cushion for him to sit on while you prepare yourself for this charade. A scheme has begun to percolate in your mind. Funny how the one outfit Marjory forced on you that you didn't care for will become so very useful in this little game. "Are you familiar with the Charlatan of Joelinn?"[Ignorance in regards to meaning. Mild concern regarding its relevance.] Young Clint is doing better with that spell every passing moment, the messages within the emotions he conjures becoming capable of greater abstraction than before. Perhaps he'll figure out how to send proper words before the day is out. [Resigned acceptance of the inevitable lecture to come.]"Watch your heart, little rabbit. There's such a thing as being too open with your discontent," you chide your disciple. With one hand you flick his little rabbit forehead, and with the other you toss him a carrot to nibble on. He seems to enjoy it very much from the emotions rolling over from his spells. "That said, I'll be brief. The Charlatan of Joelinn was the commander of a garrison that stayed behind after the people of Joelinn fled with what few belongings they could carry before the Great Seff arrived with his hordes from the steppes.""He had thirty men against a horde ten thousand times that number," you conjure the image of a city surrounded by a sea of horsemen. "Yet famously, Joelinn was the first city the Great Seff failed to sack during his conquest. For though he did not have men, the Charlatan had spare cuirass and plenty of wood. He created what the Great Seff wanted to see - a hardy, worthy opponent - and after three months, the Great Seff saluted the defenders and quit the siege for easier pillage."
>>5410515[Confusion as to what this has to do with the Council meeting.]"Why that's quite simple, little rabbit," you say. He nuzzles your hand as you scritch his big, floppy ears, clutching the half-eaten carrot in his forearms. "The Council meeting is the siege, the young and foolish Scepters are the Great Seff, and I am the Charlatan who will show them what they want to see. Or rather, I'll become the last thing they want to see, and knock them off balance so that they become the Council's problem instead of mine. Unfortunately, you won't be able to join me; the Council chambers are forbidden to those who have not earned their Rod..."-------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------The council chambers sit at the second highest floor of the Golden Tower, beneath only the quarters of Archmagos Jacques Du Laan. The chambers are a grim room of unpainted stone, and the council sits at a table along the western face of the building. Above them, the evening sun shines through a great stained-glass window depicting the First Magos holding the scales of justice, flanked by his eight disciples. The Council is likewise comprised of nine in their image; the Archmagos on his throne, and the eight scepters who join him on the council flanking him.Archmagos Du Laan is wrapped in flowing sky blue robes that cover every inch of his body, a pattern of white doves flying upon the cloth. His hands are covered with black gloves threaded with an intricate pattern of mythril runes. His face is covered by an unadorned mask of golden dorado, smooth and featureless but for the holes that allow his grey eyes to peak through and the rune of life upon its brow.To his left, the old witch Natalya Morten has disguised herself as a voluptuous young woman through illusions so real that the world has forgotten she ought to be dead by now. Perhaps even she's forgotten how old she is.At the far left, High Artificer Otto fon Marioche, the oldest member of the council bar Archmagos Du Laan. Or rather, the doll in the shape of a handsome old man that his brain puppets from the bowels of his workshop.To the Archmagos' right, Paul III Matroiska sits in the arms of a wooden doll turned nanny, his mind fully intact but the body of his third reincarnation still too young to walk. Amazing to think that he's younger than you.Next to Paul sits one of the ten thousand Helens scattered across the globe, whose will and memory are connected as one. She sits on the council of every Golden Tower, or so it is said... and runs the Adventurer's Guild as a hobby.Last but not least, at the eighth chair sits the current subject of MALTHUS's possession, a cherry-haired girl-child whose eyes have melted into pools of black. Probably bought from Kamar Taji slavers before being possessed by the long dead Archwizard.The other three Council seats remain empty in protest of today's charade.
>>5410516All eyes among auditorium turn to the main door as five thunderous knocks sound through the Council chambers. Carved of black marble, the counterweights upon their hinges allow them to move quite easily at the lightest touch. However, the enchantments prevent them from opening without permission from the sitting Archmagos. The golden mask looks up from the scroll before him, and a familiar question that is all but ritual echoes through the hall."Who would ask for entry into the Council's Hall?""Scepter Alexander Matthias, Baron of Port Griffin, Knight of the Iron Cross, Mythril Adventurer... and I suppose we can add Seducer's Bane to that list now." Your girlish voice takes to your formal tone surprisingly well. Though you may have the body of a high class prostitute, your voice and your face are certainly those of a cultured princess. "'Twas the Council that called me here today, and 'tis their call that I answer.""You may enter, Scepter Matthias. We have much to discuss in regards to recent events in the Kingdom. In honor of your century of service, you may ascend all twenty ste-" At first, Archmagos Du Laan drones on through the formalities. The words he uses to invite you inside are spoken in a dull monotone thick with the desire to get done with this charade. But when you step into the light of the Council Chamber and he gets a good look at your outfit, he has to sputter and cough to cover up his laughter. "Ahem... Scepter Matthias, can I ask just what it is you've decided to wear into the Council Chambers this evening?"The answer is not nothing at all, though you probably could have gotten away with it.The snickers in among the council and the worried whispers among the auditorium make any potential embarrassment worth it.You didn't have the heart to tell Marjory that the Kamar Taji merchant who sold her the clothes you now wear scammed her out of money by selling her a sex-slave's dancing clothes as High Fashion. Admittedly, it's good silk that needed minimal adjustments to fit your tiny body, but it shows a positively indecent amount of skin. Thin strips of white silk sling beneath your armpits and over your shoulders to just barely cover your nipples. The lower portion is little more than string hugging the curve of your hips, from which a long loincloth hangs to hide your feminine flower.High strapped sandals with golden thread cover your feet, and you have adorned yourself with numerous pieces of jewelry that are convenient or cosmetic magic items. Several of which are unsold pieces from your succubus hunt - painting a lewd crest beneath your navel and filling your pupils with glowing pink hearts. Those enchanted bangles belie the sheer magical power of the ten rings you wear, and the Scepter in your left hand.The crowning jewel is the porcelain mask that covers the left half of your face - which somehow matched this absurdity - marking you as the Archmagos' Apprentice.
>>5410517With the effortless eroticism of your tiny, squishy body mismatched with the sheer power of the artifacts that you've worn into the Chamber this evening, you have actualized an absurdist parody of what those foolish youngsters fear you to be. Of course, you can't just leave it here or else everyone will think that you've become a mere exhibitionist. You need to press the attack somehow, throughout this charade...>Lean into the eroticism of your succubus admixture and spew innuendo at every given opportunity.>Proceed as if nothing is strange about your outfit and answer the questions with grim-faced seriousness>Flip-flop between giving serious answers and spewing innuendo.>Let the princess energy flow through you. Sure, you're dressed like a Kamar Taji whore, but it's an expensive Kamar Taji whore, or even a member of the Sultan's harem.>Be a grumpy old man throughout the proceedings, complaining about everything and cursing the young whippersnappers for disrupting your work and making you get dressed up.>(Write In)
>>5410518>Proceed as if nothing is strange about your outfit and answer the questions with grim-faced seriousnessJesus christ lmao inb4 nipslips
>>5410518>Be a grumpy old man throughout the proceedings, complaining about everything and cursing the young whippersnappers for disrupting your work and making you get dressed up.I expected the council to be at least somewhat ambivalent themselves, but I see that they have undertaken some pretty extreme survival strategies themselves. Becoming a loli is pretty tame compared to most of them. Not gonna lie, that makes this whole scenario pretty damn funny.
>>5410518>The best momentum would be to lean into the absurdism, be your usual grumpy old self with a twist of princess.
>>5410518This weird plan doesnt work if we dont act the part at least somewhat>Flip-flop between giving serious answers and spewing innuendo.>>5410523A sudden movement, leaning in the wrong direction or a gust of wind would cause this entire “outfit” to fall apart.>>5410579Yeah, it kinda implies that we specifically chose to pursue this specific brand of immortality over the others.
>>5410518>>Lean into the eroticism of your succubus admixture and spew innuendo at every given opportunity.
>>5410518>Flip-flop between giving serious answers and spewing innuendo.>>5410579Indeed, specially considering one of them is literally possessing someone
>>5410518>Lean into the eroticism of your succubus admixture and spew innuendo at every given opportunity.
>>5410606+1Failing that, lean into the Ero Ero in an absurdist way. They want to see the dangerous Succubus Corrupted Wizard, we'll show them just how absurd that concept is!
>>5410518>Proceed as if nothing is strange about your outfit and answer the questions with grim-faced seriousness
>>5410518>Lean into the eroticism of your succubus admixture and spew innuendo at every given opportunity.Time to tease them to death.
>>5410518>Flip-flop between giving serious answers and spewing innuendo.We shouldn't tryhard or they will see through it.
>>5410518>Be a grumpy old man throughout the proceedings, complaining about everything and cursing the young whippersnappers for disrupting your work and making you get dressed up.
>In which the QM posts your current equipment because he started way too late to get a proper update in.EquipmentClothes Badlet Ra'as (Simple). An outfit usually reserved for the slave girls belonging to the harem of one of the Hundred Merchant Princes of Kamar Taj. The sling top always seems like it is on the verge of letting the wearer's chest spill free, and the bottom is a thin loincloth and thong that threatens to reveal the wearers sex with even the slightest breeze. Woven of unadorned white silk better than can be found in most Keskman markets, these clothes would either be given to the lowliest among the harem who were not worthy of finer clothes, or the most beautiful who had need of little adornment.Sandals of StridingA set of high strapped women's sandals adorned with threads of fibrous dorado. The left sandal leaves your legs bare but for the net of dorado thread, while the right has a while silk stocking that climbs up to your thigh. On both, your toes are left fully exposed. Sandals of this general design are the current women's fashion among the women of Kamar Taj. Etched into the threads of dorado are a series of runes that provide an enchantment which keeps you from becoming tired whilst walking or jogging great distances.JewelryThe Ten RingsA set of artifacts that when worn together become one of the most powerful tools in your possession, allowing you to create stable magic circles on the fly. Each ring came from the bowels of one of the Ten Great Pits, and possesses a powerful ability in its own right.The Ring of the Abyss - Grants the wearer the ability to see perfectly in the absence of light.The Ring of the Trench - Grants the wearer the ability to breath and "fly" whilst underwater.The Ring of the Chasm - Grants the wearer protection equivalent to a full harness forged of mythril.The Ring of the Crater - Grants the wearer superhuman strength.The Ring of the Void - Grants the wearer immunity to spells that would sway their emotions.The Ring of the Rift - Grants the wearer the ability to look a few seconds into the future.The Ring of the Breach - Grants the wearer a sense for where the Wall runs thin and [Gate] can be cast.The Ring of the Caldera - Grants the wearer immunity to flame and heat.The Ring of the Pit - Grants the wearer supernatural skill in all physical acts of passion.The Ring of the Hollow - Negates a killing blow, once. This ability may be restored with the proper ritual sacrifice.Succubus BanglesA pair of matched bangles, that when worn together all you to redden your lips, paint your nails, and generally apply makeup without the need for actual makeup. The left bangle, when worn, causes your pupils to light up with pink hearts. The right bangle, when worn, places a decorative lewd crest upon your navel which counts up the number of times you've been creampied through the day.
>>5411536Interesting, what are the great pits ? Also the creampie counter made me lose a little
>>5411536As if we werent op enough already
>>5411536>decorative lewd crest upon your navel which counts up the number of times you've been creampied through the daylmao the fuckyou're on a blue board, op
>>5412028Other main characters have managed it.
>>5411536>decorative lewd crest upon your navel which counts up the number of times you've been creampied through the dayJust the essentials
"Why, 'tis the height of fashion among the women of Kamar Taj, if my tailor is to be believed," the lie flows from your lips as smooth as butter, a pinch of truth sprinkled on top in case anyone wishes to verify your words. While you know them to be false, dear Marjory getting the wool pulled over her eyes by that trader is to your benefit. "Alas, 'twas the only good silk I had on hand, my new wardrobe is still in the shop. I thought long and hard over what to wear, but... in the end, 'twould not have been appropriate for me to barge into the Council's cambers like some unkempt bumpkin girl in her working wools."Half the council snorts in stifled laughter, Archmagos Du Laan included.The reactions of the rest are mixed. Helen's expression is neutral as always, likely off in her own head conversing with her other selves. Natalya has an unimpressed expression on her face that belies the fact that she is quite clearly making a sketch of your outfit to give to her own tailor. Malthus gives you a knowing smirk that fills your stomach with disgust. He may be wearing a simple gown now, but you know his hobbies well enough. The alleged clothes he wears whilst on the town make yours today look positively modest. "Yes, I suppose the garb of a foreign noble would be for fitting of your station than common cottons," Archmagos Du Laan says. A silk-gloved hand reaches up for the rune of life marking the brow of his mask, rubbing it as one might rub their temples when they feel an oncoming migraine. He looks into the crowd of Scepters that are seated in the auditorium. "Though I'm afraid that your current appearance may be a bit too stimulating for the Scepters who requested we call you to the hall.""Truly?" Your back is turned to the auditorium, so your fellow Scepters cannot see the smirk that crosses your face. "How strange... I am a man of one hundred and eight years now, so I must wonder what it is that they find so stimulating."You punctuate your blatant bullshit with a very deliberate roll of your hips.No one needs to examine your blood composition to understand that your new body has the blood of a succubus flowing through it. They only need a good look at you to understand that. The horrifically effortless eroticism that flows off of every absent-minded motion you make now is enough evidence to prove that particular heritage. Every curve of your flesh, every change it makes from firm to soft, even the pancake-flat plane of your chest has been sculpted by your nature to catch the eyes of humans, please their aesthetic sensibilities, and stoke the flames of desire.That's why you can get such good money for the items dropped by Succubi in the Pit. Overpowering a succubus is a simple matter, but killing one is another thing entirely. Most adventurers who try end up with their life getting drained from their cock or their cooch once they supposedly have them at their mercy. You would too, without your rings.
>>5412339For once, their annoying charms work for you rather than against you. The innate magic of a succubus isn't necessary to have the eyes of most every man - and a surprising number of women - glued to your rear. In fact, you would probably get chastised for defiling the Council Hall with the taint of demonic magics, or some other bit of codswallop if you did. All you needed do was keep a bit less conscious of how your body moves, and let your absent-minded instincts take the wheel. As you spoke with your old mentor, your hips swayed back and forth like a hypnotic pendulum, steal the gazes of the most weak willed among the Scepters from the council.When you rocked your hips just right, you broke the spell in a way that the peanut gallery won't soon forget.You can hear a good chunk of the younger Scepters - the bloc that decided to intrude upon your precious time with this farce of a Council - stagger backwards with a groan. A faint smell fills the air, one that you previously would have found shameful at best and repugnant at worst. As you are now, it's somehow the most delicious scent in the world, one you could easily become used to. One that fills your heart with certain cravings... and the uncertain feelings about them which come with being a former man.Sounds of sympathy and disgust mix with chuckles at the expense of those who got caught staring fill the Council Hall. Only a third of the Scepters among the peanut got so deep that the snap from the trance your swaying hips dragged them into triggered that. Most of them young, inexperienced, and incredibly indignant men and women."You vixen!" The nasally voice of one of your 'victims' cries out in accusation. "Hah... hahhh...."He sticks out like a sore thumb among the other scepters. His dark skin and the great orb of curly hair that crowns his head marks him as hailing from the southern tribes that lay beyond the Great Desert. His clothes are rich and the jewels he wears are gaudy and garish. He painted his lips a bright sky-blue, and he clearly eats enough to feed a small family from the size of his waistline. Wheezing from the exertion of things that you don't want to contemplate, you kind of feel sick knowing that he was staring at you."You... hah... dare call yourself Seducer's Bane?" the man has mostly caught his breath. At least somewhat. He seems the sort to become out of breath by merely existing, and what he says next has you wondering how the hell he has a Scepter's Tassel. "Archmagos, this... hah... this is irrefutable proof of what I had feared! This... hah... hah... Scepter Matthias has clearly taken the... hah... Seducer's power for herself. If we don't... hah... bind her appropriately, she... hah... will become a threat to the whole of the Golden Tower...""Scepter Yakub," Archmagos Du Laan has begun to rub his Life Rune so hard that it might break if he's not careful. "Scepter Matthias wasn't using any magics."
>>5412343"Her Charm Magics are as subtle as they are insidious," the morbidly obese Scepter finally seems to have caught his breath. Or, given the look in his eyes, his barely repressed excitement has helped him overcome his wheezing. The scepters surrounding him - including another tribesman from the south, this one as thin and lanky as Yakub is obese - slowly edge away as he reaches into one of his pockets. "My people, we are familiar with this vile seduction magic. I swear to you, Archmagos, she attempted to weave a terrible enchantment upon us all... it may have even ensnared you."You look to Archmagos Du Laan, and see spiderweb cracks begin to form along his mask. His eyes are both locked on you, and the message is quite clear - pick up your mess."Scepter Yakub..." you drawl. Turning to him, you need to repress a shudder as his dark eyes laps at every inch of your exposed skin. "The only thing you were enchanted by was my perfect, shapely ass."Snorts of laughter ripple throughout the auditorium at the foreign Scepter's expense. More than a few eyes can't help but be drawn to the curve of your hips, where now rests the hand that is not holding onto your staff. You've leaned forward a bit to smirk at the man, causing the cloth of your top to sag down and give a few of the folks up front an exceptionally pleasant view of picturesque rolling plains. If Yakub was a Keskman, his face would surely be red with rage."Archmagos, allow me to bind this corrupted Scepter," Yakub snarls. He finally found what he was looking for among the rolls of fat covered by silk - a whip of dorado cord with a polished wood handle upon which are pictograms depicting a demon being led off in chains. "My people live in the shadow of the Great Demon Emperor, and she has-""Made a farce of this farce," Archmagos Du Laan groans in frustration. He draws a rune of flame in the air with a single finger, and you feel the half-mask on your face burning. "Scepter Matthias, by the authority I hold over you as my apprentice, I command that the truth binds you. Did you cast some subtle enchantment over your fellow Scepters in an attempt to humiliate them?""No," the truth is forced out of your mouth in the most droll way. You wore the mask for this very purpose, but it still annoys you that it is necessary. "Though I did take efforts to make my new body eye catching, which appears to have succeeded beyond my wildest expectations.""Tch, lying vixen," Scepter Yakub snarls. He looks ready to lash at you with that enchanted whip, and you can guess at what it does. "Do you honest believe you're fooling-"A fist from his countryman comes crashing down on Yakub's head, throwing fat bastard to the floor. The lanky whisp of a man gives Archmagos Du Laan an apologetic look. "I humbly apologize for the Prince's behavior, Archmagos. As his teacher, it is my responsibility that he remembers his courtesies..."
>>5412345Though it seems while the primary backer of the group that wanted you questioned has been taken out of commission, Archmagos Du Laan intends to blitz through the remaining proceedings by forcing you to answer a barrage of questions truthfully. You've been beneath this spell enough times to know how to stretch it to its limits...>Tell the straight truth as your mentor wishes to hear it.>Omit any details that might make it a bit awkward.>Make him regret using this final measure by giving truthful answers unfit for the ears of children.>Give him answers that are technically correct - which every wizard knows is the best kind of correct.>(Write In)
>>5412348>>Make him regret using this final measure by giving truthful answers unfit for the ears of children.
>>5412348>Make him regret using this final measure by giving truthful answers unfit for the ears of children.
>>5412348>Give him answers that are technically correct - which every wizard knows is the best kind of correct.
>>5412348>Omit any details that might make it a bit awkward.>Give him answers that are technically correct - which every wizard knows is the best kind of correct.either of these two
FYI, I'm going to be away this weekend. We'll be back on Monday!
>>5413669Thanks for the heads up! Have a good weekend, QM.
>>5413669Social activities went on too late to quest tonight, we'll be back tomorrow.
>>5412348>>Give him answers that are technically correct - which every wizard knows is the best kind of correct.
>>5412348>>Omit any details that might make it a bit awkward.
>>5418951it's only Wednesday... I'm sure QM will be back! Great quest btw, absolutely loving it so far
>>5419223Get that copium checked, faggot.
>>5419223Man, it was going so great…
>>5419370It WAS a weirdly vood quest for the premise.
>>5420345Yeah. Surprisingly similar story with loli voldemort quest a while back. Just stopped on thread 2, I recall? Maybe they both got banned?
>>5420547Nah, either a flaker or a bait. If QM gave a shit, he could've just posted from different IP that he was banned and someone was running tranny bait quests some time ago.
>>5420661>baitA flaker I could see, but you really think OP put this much effort into the writing and worldbuilding as a joke? That last trans-bait thread, like the current spate if Black Kangs threads, was written sporadicallg and in a very low-effort manner.
>>5420677>you really think OP put this much effort into the writing and worldbuilding as a joke?No, but it's possible. Btw, have you seen that racial bait thread where some schizo wrote like an entire book as an opening and then left? That was curious
RIP in piss
>>5420688Well, I assume from the formatting that they literally just found a fetish novel and copied it into 4chan, or that it's something they'd been working on privately and then dumped here. This thread (may it sadly rest in piss) doesn't strike me as a joke or bait thread. It's an actual, well-written quest. The only really weird part was the loli fetishization.
>>5423400The tranny self-insert didn't strike you as weird?
>>5423594There's a difference between "weird" and "bait", and that duffernce is whether it is genuinely tryi g to be good and entertaining or merely to upset. Besides, "I want to be the little girl" is a classic 4chan meme... As, sadly, is lolicon/2D pedophilia justified by magic bullshit.
>>5423594There's a difference between "weird" and "bait", and that differnce is whether it is genuinely trying to be good and entertaining or merely to upset. Besides, "I want to be the little girl" is a classic 4chan meme... As, sadly, is lolicon/2D pedophilia justified by magic bullshit.
>>5423607Did you even read what I was responding to?
>>5423634Yes, those were my posts (even the typo-addled one that mobile wouldn't let me delete).
pls OP, come back
yeah yall got jebaited. knew it the moment he said women it was a fake quest
>>5429336women don't exist
>>5429597yeah, that's why it was a fantasy quest retard