Author’s Notes: This is my first attempt to writing something like this. I will make mistakes and do my best to improve. This first post is a short prologue and only introduces a few concepts of what will be developed in the story. I understand this story will not be for everyone, and I warn you the pacing will be slower than some stories here. If this story is something you do not like, maybe in the future I will write something you do enjoy! I sincerely hope you enjoy it. 

Content Warnings and Spoilers: Pregnancy, Mind Corruption, Furries, Body Transformations, Lactation, High Fantasy Shenanigans, Beastiality, Interspecies Pregnancies

Prologue 
The sound of sand filling a cavernous room echoed in the air, the ground shook as the shifting sands filled the sanctuary. A large fiendish lagomorph howled in anger. “You will not banish me forever. I will return!” He threatened in a fit of fiery rage. His titanic form, a true marvel of the masculine physique, started to fade away against a bright golden light. When the light faded, the demon was gone, and in the hands of a cleric of Melora was held a statuette of a humanoid being with feral rabbit features. As she clutched the figure, she ended her prayer. The statute’s head is adorned with horns and its maw snarling in anger. She looked to her companion and smiled. “That is the Sire, and the Broodmother sealed. I think the lands will be free of the endless scourge.” The young cleric said with a sigh of relief. Her companion, an archmage of Mystra, nodded his head. “Yes, but our work is not complete. We need to seal these away so neither are found and will never be re-released onto the Prime.” He spoke with serious determination. He will spend his life finding a suitable place for these artifacts if that is what it took. “Let us make haste out of this place before the sands finish our job for us.” And the two left the sinking temple behind them, in search of new homes for the sealed entities they possessed.

Everywhere the two journeyed, they were stalked by the Cult of Fertility. The cultists were desperate to recover their Lord and Lady, and so the two companions traveled far by land and sea to find suitable places the likes of the cultists would never happen look. They also found that, although the seal was complete, the entities inside could still speak telepathically to those who held them. The voices tried to sway the two to embrace lust and to breed. At the same time, the two found that keeping the artifacts on their person also altered their physical aspects of the two companions. The Sire who the cleric held subtly changed her body to a more masculine build, while the Broodmother altered the archmage’s shape into a more feminine build. Thanks to their willpower, and having the foresight to hold the aspect of the other’s gender, the changes and temptations were limited.

Years passed, and the cultists continued their hunt for the two that held their idols. In their desperation, the two companions knew what they would need to do to guarantee the safety of the Prime. Together they traveled to the far south and ventured into the thick jungles that the Lizardfolk called their homes. Rumor had that in the deepest reaches was a temple of Melora, shrouded by the Wildmother herself. The cleric took the statuette of the male with her and began her pilgrimage into the jungle. The archmage drew his magic circle, and before the cleric could turn around to convenience him of a different plan, he and the female statuette of the Broodmother he held vanished in a swirl of arcane purple mist. She never returned from her journey into the jungle.

The archmage found himself atop a mountain when the arcane pull that teleported him away front the jungles ended. Here he knew of a Frost Giant stronghold, and below it a temple of magic long since abandoned. In the frigid north, somewhere deep in the Spine of the World, the mage finished his journey. When he entered the temple of magic, he felt the Weave thicken around him like a fog. As he ventured inward, he set up arcane runes and wards to help prevent anyone from making it further in the temple where he would seal away the Broodmother. Inside the inner sanctum, he looked at the idol. It was a humanoid figure with bunny-like ears and tail. It had a broad swell at its hips, belly, and breasts. It was an exaggerated feminine form that exuded fertility and femininity. Its smokey voice was attempting to sway his judgment and stop his current actions with promises of pleasure and joy for his entire life. The archmage held firm and prepared for the sealing ritual. As he chanted the incantations and formed the arcane glyphs with his hands, he gritted his teeth in agony. This ritual was a spell long since forbidden by Mystra due to its strain on the Weave. As he continued, the Weave began to become visible, like a glowing field underwater. His hands churned the Weave, and as the ritual continued, his skin started to disappear, turning into the Weave its self. By the end of the ritual, his form was gone. All that was left of the archmage was an amorphous cloud of condensed Weave that would be used to complete the spell. This mass would become the barrier that would prevent divination spells from scrying the Broodmother’s location and all other schools of magic to ignore its existence.

And so the Cult of Fertility had lost their idols for years to come, but they never gave up their search. Many thousands of years later, the descendants of those fanatics were rewarded with their perseverance when the Spell Plague wrecked Faerûn. The total evaporation of the Weave for those years lifted the protections of one of their idols. The Broodmother was found when the Weave was restored. Now with renewed vigor, the cultists gather together an expedition for the Spine of the World in search of their Lady of the Brood. Meanwhile, two young monks of a secluded monastery find an abandoned Frost Giant stronghold that was uncovered by an avalanche the previous night. 

Wonderful start! Loving this D&D-ish setting and looking forward to reading any chapters that follow! ^^

Chapter One: A Siren’s Call

The brisk wind of the mountain air warded all who called the Spine of the World their home. The harsh nature and beast riddled peaks deterred most from settling in the mountains. Few could conquer the mountains and call them home. Those who tried were usually desperate, foolish, or determined to dominate nature’s wrath. With the challenges the mountains provide only the strong survived and more times than not even the strong fell victim to the unforgiving environment. Through all these hardships and trials the Spine of the World provides, a monastery sat nestled on the high peaks. The monks here are devoted to teachings and devotion of The Equilibrium. People from all walks of life may find themselves here and are welcomed into the order. The lifestyle is strict, and many fail to develop real discipline when training, but those who can master their body and mind are permitted into the inner sanctum. Those who advance are taught advanced techniques to defend themselves and the monastery from dangers that would threaten their way of life.

In the howling winds of the mountains, Cithria and Quelana were walking a path they have walked many times before. Both were novice monks of the monastery on their way to the peaks for their morning meditation. These two novices lived in the monastery since they were children, orphaned by the wrath of the mountain. They were promising pupils and took to their training with youthful strength and steely perseverance. As the two made it to the winding path upwards, they saw an avalanche had occurred since their departure the previous day. Cithria looks back at Quelana with her sun-kissed half-elven face sprinkled with freckles, and her wide amber eyes wore a spark of excitement.

“Que, you see that?” She asked while pointing down the mountain, the wind wiping her loose silken sleeves in the air as she directed Quelana’s attention. Below them was a massive, partially covered, tower that connected to a frost-covered battlement. The structure looked weathered by the elements but stood tall in ignorance. Cithria stood up and brought her hands to her hips. Like her companion, she wore the monastery’s robes of a warrior monk. They are white silks with jade and gold embroidery. Being novices, they had simple designs and only a single tassel on their cord that ties the robe closed over their waist.

“I don’t know, Cithria… we are not supposed to miss our daily meditations, don’t you want to advance?” Quelana reasoned even though she, too, was curious about this new structure.

“Come on, Que, there must be something cool inside. It might have been part of the monastery a long time ago, maybe the Elders do not even know about it. Wouldn’t that be worth at least a peak?” Cithria gave her friend a pout, and Quelana gave in.

“Alright fine,” Quelana said, rolling her violet eyes. “But just for a moment, we cannot be gone long.” she finished, but Cithria was already jumping down. Quelana looks up the mountain towards the path, the first rays of the morning sun starting to touch the peaks and drops down after her friend.

Well-practiced with hoping onto small foot holes and surfaces not meant to be traversed, the two made a masterful display of athleticism as they hoped one after another down the sheer mountainside. They quickly land on top of the tower with the grace of a feline. Cithria walks over to the edge of the tower to look below. In her search, she sees a large door on the side of the tower.

“Yes, I knew it! Let us go, hurry, Que!” Cithria shouted before jumping off the tower and gliding down tower’s walls to the battlements another several hundred feet below. Quelana hurried to the edge and looked over to see the parapet was much further down then she had initially thought but quickly hoped over to keep up with her impatient companion. Cithria landed on the frost-covered stone of the battlement and looked up at the door. It was massive, easily 30 feet tall from ground to the highest point of the curved arch. She took a step forward and slipped, falling onto her rear. She grunts and stands back up, hearing a small snicker from behind her as Quelana lands from her free fall. “Careful Que, the ice here is slick,” she says to play off her embarrassment with a grin, before approaching the large door, Quelana quick on her heels.

Cithria pushes the door slightly to test the structure. “Here help me push this open, I think we can do it.” requests Cithria as she places her hands on the door and braces herself to push. Quelana silently nods and takes a similar position. Without a word, both breathing synchronization, they push together. The first few attempts yielded no results, but on their fourth try, the cracking of the ice and the grinding of stone against stone filled the air. As they pushed the door open, they made just enough space for the two small humanoids to slip through the door. Quelana looks up as they finish to see a few icicles each a few feet in length fall.

“I suggest we move before those falls and shatter,” Quelana warns her friend, and they hurry off into the tower. A loud crash sounds from the other side of the door as the icicles collide with the battlement. As the two turn their attention from the entrance to the room, they gasped. Inside were giants, long since slaughtered. Quelana’s stomach turned at sight. Cithria looked around, having a better view in the dark interior.

“Wow, it looks like there was a fight here a long time ago,” Cithria says, taking a step further into the room. She looked around to see many giants dead, the cold preserving their corpses. Quelana took a deep breath and focused her Ki in her mind and looked up, now able to see in the dark like her companion. “What do you think happened?” Cithria asked as she turned back to look at Quelana.

“I do not know, but Frost Giants are not easy targets, whatever did this must have been very powerful,” Quelana replies while looking around at the scene of carnage before them. Near the northern wall, she spots a trap door opened. ‘Hey, Cithria…” Quelana begins before seeing her friend dart towards the trap door and jumps into the abyss. “Wait,” Quelana shouts and runs to the trap door to look for her friend. Confused, she shouts once more. “Cithria? What is down there? Remember, we said we wouldn’t be here long!” She waits for a reply that does not come. Worried by the lack of response, she sees the ground is not too far, and she hears footsteps that must be Cithria.

Quelana hops down the trap door and lands on the floor below. Scanning this floor, she saw it was like the story above. Dead Frost Giants littered the circular room, and another opened trap door was on the south end of the floor. “Cithria?” She calls out, not seeing any sign of her friend. “Cithria, where did you run off to?” She closes her eyes and tries to calm herself to see if she feels the presence of her friend. As she does, a cold sensation runs up her spine and centers on the back of her head. A smokey feminine voice purrs in her mind.

“Don’t worry about your friend, dear. I will keep her safe. But you should join her; it will be a lot more fun.” The voice trails off with a giggle.

“Who is there?” Quelana yells to the darkness of the room. “What are you? Where is Cithria?” She demands aloud.

“Descend further down the tower to find all your answers, don’t be late…” The voice trails off with another taunting giggle.

Quelana closes her eyes to meditate for a moment to clear her mind and push the cold sensation away. Her Ki blasts the presences away, and she opens her eyes. She quickly sprints for the next trap door to continue her descent in the tower and find Cithria. Cithria is okay. She must be. She reassures herself, pushing her panic aside. She focuses on her movements and listens for any signs of Cithria. When she reaches the bottom, she sees another large door slightly ajar as Quelana sprints for the opening she catches sight of something that stops her. On the ground, near the door was a body that was not a Frost Giant. It was clothed in a deep purple robe, and as she slowed down, she noticed that among the dead Frost Giants were now human-sized bodies all wearing purple robes or purple-tinted armor. She stepped towards the one she was approaching and bent down. The body was cold to the touch. She turned it on to its back, and the sight caused her to recoil. On its face was a mask that was resembled a rabbit. Around the woman’s neck was a necklace with a symbol of a sun on the horizon with a humanoid looking rabbit with a large belly. But the sight that disturbed her the most was the corpse was a heavily pregnant woman. She stood up and looked around and saw most of the figures that were dressed similarly were men, but every female she spotted had an equally swollen in the belly. She shivers as her stomach turns again. She closes her eyes and rushes forward, pushing the images of the room away, refocusing on Cithria and finding her.

Through the door, Quelana found herself into a slopping hall that steadily moved down into the mountain. Here the chamber was mostly empty with no corpses to plague her mind. She noticed there were lots of runes on the walls written in Giant, but she could not delay her chase to read them. She needed to find Cithria. The hall went on for many hundred feet before a massive gap halted her progression. Peering into the hole, she saw another room she could maneuver to using the loose support beams and fallen rocks from whatever causes this fracture. She did not know which way to go, but before she could decide, she felt a chill run up her spine and a pulling sensation towards the hole. Annoyed that the presence still was able to affect her, she jumped down and made her way through the debris to the room below. The room was not in much better shape than the hall Quelana had just come from. Holes of the collapsing structure littered the floor and the floors below. She springs from one piece of timber to sturdy looking handholds till she finds her way another six stories below. On the final level, Quelana notices that the east side of the room is gone and has fallen into a cave-like structure. The air is warmer down here and smells like earth and running water.

Glancing around her surroundings to make sure Cithria did not here, Quelana advanced into the cave. Worked stone turns to natural stone the further she walked. The path was winding, and just as it began to feel endless, she walked into a massive cavern. The floor of the cavern forms a crater and is filled with water. The air was filled with specks of light that Quelana had never seen before. It reminded her of what her Ki looked like inside her mind, but these were purple in hue. The specks faded away when she walked near them, so she was unable to look at them closely; they slowly lit back up after she walked away from them. In the center of the water-filled crater was a massive structure that looked like it fell into the water; it sat half-submerged and slanted in the reservoir. She looked up but saw the area was completely closed off; there was no way something could fall into this cavern, which confused her when thinking of how the building got to its current state.  She also found what looked like a natural land bridge that was broken halfway over the crater and, by the current location of the structure, would not lead to a standard entryway. While looking at the bridge, she saw a figure running towards the building. When the person got to the end of the bridge, it jumped into the water to continue its advance. The clothes looked like the same purple robes the female corpses were wearing back in the tower. Quelana called out. “Cithria! Is that, you? Stop!” she demanded in a worried tone. When she received no reply, she bolted for the bridge. Halfway down the bridge was another corpse, this one without any clothing on. It was a female, elven in appearance, with a swollen belly. She did not recognize the face and sighed in relief, knowing it was not Cithria as she ran for the end of the bridge. What is going on here?

When Quelana reached the end of the bridge, she looked down over the edge. The water was dark, and she could not see the bottom. There were still a few hundred feet between the side of the bridge and part of the building that was not underwater. She took a deep breath, hoping that the warm air would mean the water was not cold. She dived in and was met with a comfortable warmth as she sunk under the water. She stayed under to see the person swimming towards the building. With the underwater movement, she saw that mixed with the person’s purple robes were the white and jade-colored silks of the monastery. Seeing this, Quelana began swimming forward as quickly as she could, following the person. By the time the other person breached the water, Quelana had caught up. When she got on land, she grabbed the person’s wrist and pulled them back. “Stop!” she pleaded, catching her breath. The other person stopped and turned around. They were wearing the bunny mask, the necklace, Cithria’s robes, and the purple robes over those. “Cithria?”

“What?” Replied the masked Cithria. “We can’t stop, she is waiting, we need to save her!” She replies, annoyed that her friend stopped her.

“Who are you talking about, Cithria? Why are you wearing those clothes?” She asked, motioning to the robes, mask, and necklace. “We need to get going.”

“You are right; we do need to get going! Come, follow me, I know where we can find her!” Cithria said and tugged at Quelana’s grasp.

“That… It is not a promising idea. Do you hear a voice in your mind?” Quelana insisted as Cithria pulled towards a window that could be accessed from the roof of the structure.

“You can hear her too? Doesn’t she sound lovely and caring like a mother?” Cithria sighed with a smile under the mask. “We must save her, she needs our help, and we can do it. Just follow me!” She yanked her arm from Quelana’s grasp and began running for the window.

“We can’t trust the voice!” Quelana yelled, but her voice fell on deaf ears. Quelana began moving towards the window to keep up with Cithria. She did not know what to do if Cithria would not snap out of it. Once inside the structure, it became apparent the Frost Giants did not build these ruins. The hallways and doors were not as large as those from the tower and battlement and she also saw archaic draconic runes written on many of the walls and stubs of columns that remain intact. It seemed this place was a temple but to whom she did not know. The ground was slanted as they walked through the hall, making it difficult to progress without losing their footing on the smooth stone. Quelana noticed Cithria did not seem to mind the slant as she walked in her trance-like state.

After moving through the first hall, swimming through a few submerged rooms, and then, with great difficultly, climbing the slanted floors with newly drenching clothes, they found their way to a sanctuary. Quelana saw the room was mostly intact, but everything was covered in black soot-like material. It looked like an explosion had gone off or fire had taken the room. On the far end was an altar with arcane glyphs, inert by the surface level glance, she performed, and a symbol that looked like Mystra’s, the Goddess of arcane magic and maintainer of the Weave. This place was old, the archaic draconic runes, and this ancient symbol of Mystra dated this building to be over 10,000 years old. And on top of the altar, covered in the same black material, was what looked to be a statuette. She saw Cithria was being drawn to it and Quelana began moving to catch up to her friend. However, upon seeing the statuette, Cithria ran to it and grabbed it before Quelana could reach her. With the figure in her hand, she turns and gasps.

“We did it; we saved...” Cithria stops and drops to her knees; both hands grasping the idol. She cries out in agony, and before Quelana’s eyes, Cithria’s form starts shifting, growing larger.

“Cithria! Let it go, stop this!” Cried out Quelana as she ran toward her friend. She watches as the robes begin to tear as Cithria’s form grows larger. The mask pushes away from Cithria’s face as her face contorts and pushes out into a muzzle. Her skin turns pale and coarse deep brown and black spotted fur behind to grow all over her body. Her ears shift to the top of her head and elongate into the likeliness of a rabbit. By the time Quelana was able to yank the idol from her friend’s hand, it was too late, Cithria's transformation was finished. Quelana, now holding the statuette, felt weak and faint. She stumbled back, falling flat to her back. She tried to uncurl her hand, attempting to drop the idol, but by the time her hand relaxed, her entire body was fatigued, and the draining of her energy paralyzed her. She saw before her the feral lagomorph humanoid form of Cithria towering eight feet tall over her. Its face is a feral and exaggerated representation of a rabbit, her body nude and fur-covered. Her breasts were plentiful, and further down were three other sets of barely noticeable teats under the thick fur. It had wide hips, fuller than she would expect a creature that looked as feral as this to have. Cithria had turned into a monstrosity, and Quelana could only lay there and watch as the creature cried out. A single tear rolled down her cheek before a familiar voice entered her mind.

“Beautiful, isn’t she? She will make a fine breeding stock for the animals of this land. Only the strongest beasts of burden and finest of steeds will be produced from her. We will have the best.” The smokey voice purrs once again in Quelana’s mind. “Now rest, my dear, we have a lot of work to do.” The voice says before trailing off in a fit of giggles. Quelana felt a warmth spread from her hand the idol sat on, the heat traveling throughout her whole body before the world went dark. In the back of her mind, she heard the giggling of the formless voice as she slept.

Chapter Two: Lucid Dreams and Feral Desires

Quelana sat in the middle of a large lake on a solitary rock protruding from the center of the lake. The waters were still as she breathed, well-practiced, and steady. She is at ease as she feels the energy of her Ki flow through her with each exhale. Time passes, and she opens her eyes. It is bright outside, and she smiles while enjoying the serenity of the landscape. As she looks across the forest builds out, silent and calm. She looks down at the water below her rock and stares at herself. As she looked away, she thought she saw something flicker in the water’s surface. She looks back and sees a different face, familiar, but new. The face that stared back was her own but covered in white fur, her nose and mouth slightly pushed away from her face. The hair on her head was gone and atop her head two bunny ears. She blinks and rubs her eyes before leaning over to peer at the reflection one more. Again, she is met with this image of her face but with bunny-like features. As she bends over the rock the ears fell over in the image’s face. At the same time, her vision is blocked by her hair, and as she moves it she realized what covered her eyes were not strands of hair but two white-furred rabbit ears. She sits back up and looks at her hands. They were covered in white fur, the fur covering all the way up her arms. She began to panic, the bright skies darken, and she slipped into the rock and was falling.
 
The darkness while falling filled her vision as her mind raced. She did not understand what was happening. Then she was pulled up from the water inside an unknown building. Hands were touching her all over as she was dragged from a small basin. She was now looking at herself from a top-down perspective. Her body was in a room with 12 other people, some men, some women, but all were naked. The woman all had swollen stomachs. The men were all well-muscled, their arms many times thicker than her well-defined arms. They all carried her body towards an alter. She too saw her body was naked but no longer covered in fur; she was herself again. The group placed her body on the stone surface, just the perfect size for her body. She watches this and thinks. This has to be a dream, is it a dream? Then the people began groping all areas of her body, the water slowly dripping from her. She felt every sensation even though she was looking on from above, believing she was dreaming. Her body squirmed under the invading hands, her body warming as a hand massage her breasts, another her naval, more on her thighs, and one her most intimate space. She had never known such pleasures before, the monastery leaving much to be desired in the form of carnal pleasures. As Quelana started to get lost in the sensations, her eyes glued to the scene of the hands ravaging her body, she heard a sound. The deep breathing that was all-encompassing, then her nose notices a musky scent. She searched around the dimly lit room and saw a pair of red eyes glowing in the shadows staring at her in her perspective. The mixture of fear and arousal she gets by locking eyes with the creature sends a chill through her. The beast breaks its gaze on her and looks to Quelana’s body and steps from the shadows.
 
Now revealed was the form of a lagomorph male. He was tall, standing well above 10 feet, and completely nude. His head was that of a rabbit’s the image made her feel like she forgot something. On top of its head were two large antlers. His body looked like it was sculpted to represent the pinnacle of the masculine physique. The being’s shoulders were broad and strong, muscles covering his arms, chest, and abs, all noticeable under the black fur that covered its body. The muscles were not bulging and unsightly, simply perfect in Quelana’s mind. She blinks as the thought popped in her head, embarrassed by her current state of mind. The creature stepped forward, again and his abs gave way to a massive cock. For a 10-foot-tall being, his cock was dangling between his trunk-like legs reaching his knees. Quelana’s body raised its hips as she looked at it. As the being strutted forward the other people slowly withdrew their hands and dropped to their knees, pressing their foreheads to the ground. They formed an almost complete circle around the altar, leaving a gap at the bottom. This free spot is where the entity moved to. Having been watching the lagomorph, she was shocked when she saw her body had again changed. Her entire body was covered in white fur, her face matching what she saw in her earlier vision. Her chest had expanded from the almost nonexistent size they were to full, round, breasts. Her waist remained thin but moving further down she quickly swelled out to hips that made her blush. She had never seen a person her size with hips so broad. Her legs looked longer, her thighs thicker. Her feet had changed as well into digitigrade bunny’s feet. She looked so different, yet there were still hints of herself in her face, her violet eyes staring at the being that now lorded over her aching body. She gasps as his large hands grip her thighs and push her legs open.
 
Quelana wanted to look away, being far too shy to have ever wanted to watch what is about to unfold, but something kept her eyes fixed on the scene below. With her legs spread, the being grinned, bringing his cock up and slapping it on her body. It rested against her groin and spaned all the way to her chest. She could feel it like she was there under the hefty weight of the impressively thick cock. The scent was driving her wild, and the heat between her legs spread up through her belly. The creature began rocking his hips forward, his cock sliding along her furry belly and between her breasts. She sees her body push her breasts together, the cock spreading them with every forward thrust. As he inched closer, her body brought its head up and opened its mouth. She saw now as the cock thrust through her breasts, the tip entering her mouth. Every forward thrust now accompanied by a popping sound as the cock retreated from her lips. His heavy ball sack is slapping against her needy pussy, wetting his furry sack with every connection to her groin. The fur on her breasts and belly matted as her saliva and his precum was rubbed into her torso. This continued until suddenly he withdrew completely from her body, the absence of the weight and friction leaving her wanting. She sees her body give a wanting expression, wiggling its hips in a pleading manner. The entity just grins, large perfect white teeth glow against his black-furred visage, with impressive incisors gleaming as he picks his moistened cock with one hand and grabs her thigh with another.
 
Quelana watches with arousal and worry as she sees the creature, without any fanfare, thrusts inside her. Her groin and belly bulge around the massive incursion. Her body cries out in pleasure, her back bending upward to drive as much of the cock inside. Once in as far as it was going to do, the creature gripped both sides of her waist and picked her up. His muscles swell as he moves her body along his cock. Using her as a toy, her body is swung helplessly along with his cock as he has her way with him. Her body contorts and bends in pleasure, cupping her large breasts and pulling on the erect nipples. Her ears flop every which way as he uses her like a sleeve. She catches a glimpse of a fuzzy tail wiggling excitedly above her expansive rear. She felt every bliss-filled thrust as her body came. Their juices wet the ground below the entity, the mixture of her juices and his precum pooling at his feet. He slides her body off his cock and places her on her belly, pulling her hips up and pushing her knees under her. He straddles the alter and wraps his hands around her hips and slides back in. Her head throws back, her ears being tossed back with the movement. She was having difficulty focusing as a second orgasm rocks her essence. Her body’s tongue was sticking out, drooling, and the eyes rolling up. As her ears flopped behind her, the entity let go of her hip with one hand and gripped both ears, pulling her back against him by tugging her ears. This continued and orgasm after orgasm washed over her, numbing her senses. This isn’t so bad… She began to think as the creature had her way with her. Then a voice she had thought was a distant nightmare crept into her consciousness.
 
“There we are, my dear. Enjoy it.” A smokey voice purred. The voice brought her back to her sense before she was lost. She blinked, and now she was looking up at a dark stone ceiling, her head pulled by her hair, no ears. She was back in her body. With her mind racing, she remembers the tower, the temple, and Cithria. Cithria!

Cithria! Quelana struggles to make an attempt at breaking free from the entity’s grasp on her, but it’s useless. Her body is too full and pinned to move. She closed her eyes and focuses on her Ki, she sees the white globes form in her mind, and manifest around her. The creature howls in anger seeing this display and quickens his pace. She tries to calm her body and mind while the massive cock stretches her body beyond human limits. Her Ki builds in her mind until she is able to block the voice from her mind, right as she pushes it back, and as the scene begins fading she feels a yank on her ears that forces her to bend further back. She looks at the rabbit face that had been fucking her as it grins wider and thrusts deeply in and stops. She feels herself fill up as his cock throbs and erupts hot and thick ropes of cum into her. It felt real, she could feel the heavy substance fill her body and stretch her abdomen. The last thing she heard was a deep chuckle as the image faded to white.
 
Quelana jolts up, breathing quickly as she looks around her. Her heart is pounding, and she is covered in sweat. She sees the sanctuary room she was in before passing out, but she was alone, no sign of Cithria. She felt a warmth in her hand, and she looked over. She saw the statuette still in her hand. She brought it up and looked at it. The figure that was depicted as a woman with bunny-like features, but not as feral as Cithria’s form or the creature but like the one she saw her body take form as in her dreams. She pauses, a dull pulse in her head forms when she thinks of the images she had witnessed. Atop her head, two boney numbs form, the starting of her antlers. She pulls her hand away and notices something that makes her freeze. Her arms and hands were covered in white fur. Her hands shake, the statuette falling to the ground. She looks at herself and sees her arms up to where they disappear under her robes are covered in white fur.
 
“I need to get back to the monastery, they can help me, they can help both of us.” She says standing up. Her center of gravity was different as her hips were much wider than they were previously, and her breasts fuller, stretching the fabric of her robe more than they were tailored for. As she stood, she noticed a leaking feeling from between her legs, and she looks down. Below she was a giant pool of white and clear liquid, with more joining as an oozing feeling runs down her groin and legs. She pushes her panic back and runs, hoping to find Cithria on her way back to the monastery. She runs back the way they came, her movements are clunky as her entire gait has changed to accommodate the wide and round hips. She hoped she could still perform her usual maneuvers, some she would need to get out of the tower. Swimming she found she had more drag and she was thankful when she breached the water and was able to once again walk. She lifted her robe to see her legs were digitigrade like in her dream. This made running easier as it gave her an extra spring to her step. Once she reaches the exterior of the temple she breathed in and, channeling her Ki, sprinting across the water. Thankfully she was still able to perform this, her hips swaying in a deep rotation as she hopped across the water's surface back to the tunnel entrance she had arrived earlier. I am coming for you Cithria, I will save you.

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The day was ending, but the two men sulked through the forest, knowing they could not return empty-handed. They were out hunting but had no luck all day, but their pride kept them out, hoping their stubbornness would be rewarded. The last hour the two were following tracks of a roe that had left uncharitably straight forward tracks. To the two hunters, it almost seemed like it was on a set path and was not deterred from it. After another mile of following the trail, they stopped when they heard a growl. The sound made the hairs on the back of their necks raise. The second hunter was about to take a step back and retreat when the first hunter moved a section of shrubs to peer into an opening.

In the middle of this opening was a stag mounted on a large creature. At first, it looked like an owlbear was being mounting, something that scared them but also confused them. Common dear would not have a reason to mate with an owlbear. The two gave each other a disturbed look. The hunter that was about to leave shook his head.
 
“Come on, Dale, that stag will be a great meal. Look how it dominated an owlbear.” The first hunter said, trying to persuade his friend to stay and wait out this stag’s last few moments of life. The other hunter, who was still looking the direction of the mounted animals, froze, his eyes growing wide. The first hunter noticed the expression and looks back to see the larger creature had lifted its head. They saw it had rabbit-like ears and a rabbit’s face.
 
“What the hell is that thing, Behram?” Dale asked, looking back at his friend. But Behram did not answer or look back. Dale looked back to the creature and saw it was staring at his friend but made no move, as the stag thrust away at it. This tension held until the stag bellowed out as it did it shook violently as if it suddenly afraid of something and bolted into the forest, hoping away leaving a small trail of cum behind it as it departed. As it left the bunny creature turned towards the tow and stood on two legs. Dale backed up and fell, panicking to get back up. The creature had large breasts, and six smaller ones under the top set, Dale had never seen anything like it. More disturbing as the creature’s belly was swollen like it was carrying offspring. As it approached, he saw it was dripping between its thick legs, its hips wide enough that it could not close its legs, not that it looked like it would want to. It stared at Behram with a hungry expression. As it approached, Dale smelled a musky odor that revolted his senses, and yet this terrifying visage and predatory gaze did not break Behram as it came closer to the two. “We need to go, Behram, now!” Dale shouted when he got back to his feet grabbing his friend’s hand. But Behram did not move, he just slipped his hand from Dale’s grasp and walked forward towards the creature. “What are you doing?” Dale said, terrified he was going to see his friend be eaten before him.  
 
“Why would I leave Dale? She is beautiful.” Behram replies, vexed by the beauty of the creature. She had so many curves and smelled delightful. His pants stirred as he became aroused. “She just wants a strong man to dominate her,” Behram said as he began disrobing. Dale watched in horror as his friend undressed and was swept away by the creature. “Oooh, lovely thing, strong too!” Behram says with a chuckle. This laughing turns to moan as he is quickly pinned to the ground and mounted. The wide hips are crashing down on his smaller frame. His face stuffed with as many fuzzy breasts as he could manage to nuzzle.

Behram was in heaven. The woman was big, strong, but he was just the man to put her in his place. A warm voice coaxed him, assured him the creature on top of him was here just for him. He felt the hot folds of the creature stretch around his cock. Its pussy glided along the shaft, it was tight, it was hot, it was perfect. His hands groped two breasts while he kissed and licked the distended belly. The belly was taut and warm under the fur. He was amazed by the feeling, and as he focused on the belly his hands moved to its sides, ignoring the breasts that were shaking above with each bounce on his cock. He pressed against the firm skin and felt movement within it. The movements pressed against his, hands, and this threw Behram over as he came inside the perfect creature.

Dale backs away, watching his friend cry in pain, yet not seeing his friend attempt to break the embrace. His face was contorted in fear and pain, but his eyes such stared longingly into the beast. His voice expressed bliss, but his body shown otherwise. Dale turns to run, he could not believe this, and he was too frightened to fight for his friend. He ran away, crying, hoping somehow his friend would be okay and return to the village. He heard cries for help and loud growls behind him, slowly fading as he made the distance from the clearing. He does not stop running until he returns to his village, too frightened to respond to questions about what had happened or Behram’s whereabouts. Dale goes to bed, not even able to speak to his husband about what happened. He would not be able to sleep well that night as the images of the beast crushing his friend under its power build, his friend screaming in agony, yet acting like he was enjoying it. He could not make sense of it. Behram never returned from the forest.

Awesome story so far, and incredible writing!

Chapter Three: The Clandestine Pilgrimage
 
Quelana’s sprint across the water came to a halt as she heard what sounded like footsteps coming from within the tunnel she was heading towards. Her large ears were both sticking up and pointing towards the entrance, enhancing her perception of what sounded like two people approaching the exit of the tunnel into the cavern. She touched down on the rocky surface of the cavern when she saw two silhouetted figures appeared. She took a slightly defensive position and called out. “Cithria, is that you?” Quelana asks tentatively. 
 
There was a pause before there was a reply. “No, Cithria is not with us. We are looking for her and another novice that goes by Quelana. Do you know anything about them?” Asked a male voice. As he spoke, he walked forward, and Quelana says a monk from her monastery steps out of the shadows. His robes were of the warrior monks but with five cords around his waist and more embroidery along the sleeves and shoulders. Quelana’s heart leaps, knowing the monastery had sent help! She was filled with relief and joy. She recognized the man as Anders, one of the elite warriors of her order. 
 
“Master Anders, I am Quelana. I know I may not look like I did, but there was something inside this temple behind me that…” She trails off as the images enter her mind. “I do not know if I am all right, but I am more worried about Cithria. From your question, it appears you had not encountered Cithria already?” Her posture and face droop, her ears were going limp behind her head as her excitement subsides.
 
“No, we have not encountered any other living person while exploring this structure,” Anders confirming her fears with his answer. Anders looks over the form of Quelana with scrutiny. She wore the robes of the novice Quelana but did not look like her. Her voice matched, and the creature before him did have the same violet eyes Quelana has. “If you are Quelana, answer this. The rock against the wave, the hammer against the shield, not the bow, the ax, the sword, nor the stave. What weapon do I wield?” 
 
“Fists, Master,” Quelana replies, she takes a more formal posture. Her back straightens, and she stands up, looking forward. Her paws go behind her back, with one covering the other’s wrist. Her hips were wide enough that she was not simply able to bring her feet together as she had intended. 
 
“I lead the way into the unknown and bring strength to where there is fear. I am the creators of invention, and of all who adventure. What am I?” He continued. He stood in a similar posture Quelana took, his gaze cast down on her as he observed her actions and responses. 
 
“I am a curiosity, Master,” Quelana replies. Ander’s eyes narrow, and with trained reflexes, he dashes forward and thrusts his palm out towards her chest. Quelana does not flinch and merely lets him approach and waits as his hand rushes forward and stops inches from her. A wave of white light passes from her hand over her. He relaxes and smiles.
 
“Quelana! I am glad you are,” he pauses and looks her over. “Okay? I am sure the Elders will have something that can help you with this. But you were also searching for Cithria?” he asks, taking his hand back. By now, the other figure stepped forward. He wore similar robes to Anders, and Quelana knew this was Master Togi. He took a vow of silence when he entered the order’s services but was an excellent teacher in patience and humility. Togi watches over Quelana with an observant eye as she converses with Anders.
 
“Yes, I was hoping she had…” she pauses again and takes a deep breath. Anders gives her a worried look as it was uncommon to see Quelana so uncollected. 
 
“We left from the monastery before dusk had fallen. Since you two had not returned, the Masters were all worried and sent a few of us to look along the path to make sure nothing had befallen your two.” Anders said, confirming Cithria had not arrived at the monastery yet. “What exactly happened here?” Anders asks, addressing the elephant, or rabbit in the room. 
 
“I can’t say for certain. We were traveling to the mountain tops for our morning meditation when we found an avalanche had uncovered the structure here. Our curiosity got the better of us, and we decided to explore the tower. When we entered and saw all the dead Frost Giants, I was prepared to leave, but then Cithria jumped further down. At the same time, I started to hear a voice that was trying to tempt me further in as well. I did not follow the voice because I was tempted but because I needed to get Cithria. This leads me to here, and the temple behind me. Inside…” She takes a deep breath and looks up at Anders. To her surprise, he saw him leering at her, shifting uncomfortably on his feet. “Anders? Are you okay?” She asked, confused. She looked to Togi; whose posture had not changed. 
 
“Huh?” Anders mumbled in a trace. There was a scent he was able to smell that fascinated him. He had only just started to smell it, and it seemed to be emanating from Quelana. His mind was fogging, the more he inhaled the intoxicating aroma. Uncharacteristically Anders leaned in and traced the form of Quelana. She looked weird, but the scent made his mind see the womanly appeal her body provided. She had blossomed into a voluptuous figure that he wanted to explore. 
 
Being uncomfortable, Quelana took a step back as the blatant displace of leering was unsettling her. The monks trained hard to be able to concentrate under all manners of scenarios. She had never seen Anders act so vulgar. As she took another step back, Anders took a step forward. It made Quelana’s fur on the back of her neck stand on end. 
 
”Lovely, don’t fight it, don’t you see he wants you?” The silken voice purrs, wrapping around Quelana’s mind. ”Just give in, it will feel so much better.” The voice urged her to stop and move forward. The conflict on Quelana’s face and Ander’s actions set Togi into motion. He silently slid behind Anders, gripping the cuff of his robes. Togi pulled Anders back and forced him to turn towards Togi. He gave Anders a disappointed and stern face. Quelana kept stepping back until there was a sizeable distance between Anders and herself. Almost immediately, Anders took a deep breath, and his eyes cleared. 
 
“What? What happened?” He rubbed his eyes and saw the expression Togi was giving him. “Did something happen?” He asked and looked back to see Quelana had backed away from the pair. 
 
“I... you were staring at me and making me uncomfortable,” Quelana replies, seeing Anders was returning to his usual self. She could not help but pull the robes closer around her body, only emphasizing his new shape more. “What came over you, Master Anders?”
 
“I do not know; it was like I was in a fog and…” he thought back to the experience. “There was a scent, too, a scent that seemed to be coming from you.” He stood up and nodded to Togi. “I am sorry Quelana, I had not meant to make you uncomfortable. I will do my best not to do that again. I know that that is not an acceptable apology or excuse my actions, but I will work on atoning when we are all safely back at the monastery.” He says with a deep sigh, fortifying his mind.        
 
Quelana tilts her head and sniffs her arms and shoulders. Her nose picks up many smells, but nothing she had not already been experiencing. The musky scent was still prominent and made her shiver, thinking of the last image of the demon filling her up. “What did it smell like?” She looked back at him with curiosity, wondering if she would need to bathe before traveling, so she did not have to experience the leering again. 
 
“Like cherry blossoms on a lake.” He said, automatically. “It reminded me of a time before I lived here when I was a young man, and in love, I thought I would marry the woman. It has been a long time since I have caught such a scent.” Anders replies, reminiscing of days long past. Quelana just stood with a perplexed expression, which was not a scent she was able to smell. It took Anders a few moments to recollect himself and resume business. “So Cithria is not with you, do you know where she could have gone?”
 
Quelana shakes her head with a sigh, the ears on her head flopping as she moves her head. “When we got to the inner sanctum of this temple, there was an idol of…” Her eyes spark with recollection. “The idol!” She did not remember putting it away in her pack, but now that her mind is thinking of it, she feels its presence on her person. She pulls her bag around and pulls out the small idol. It feels warm to the touch. “This was what Cithria was drawn to. She touched this and turned into some beast. It looked like a rabbit but stood on two legs. She grew taller, at least ten feet if I had to guess. She did not look like Cithria anymore, I had yanked it away, but I found myself drifting to sleep when I did. Then I woke up like this.” She motions down to her body. She sees Togi recoil from the idol as he waves a hand in the care casting a spell. As he does the small globules of light that filled the cavern shift and shimmer until the ones closest to Togi disappear as the spell is cast. She does not notice any change to the idol and looks at Anders. “Did you see such a being on your way here?” She asked, hopefully. 
 
“We did not. We noticed large tracks of some beast further down the mountain, but we didn’t investigate them any further,” Anders replies with a shake of his head. He looks to Togi, who looks back and shrugs his shoulder. “Seems like Brother Togi doesn’t have any more insights on that idol. We will have to bring it back to the monastery for the Elders to investigate further. You said contact with the idol caused changes in both of you?”
 
“That is correct,” Quelana replies with a nod. 
 
“Then it is best we keep it in your pack for now, and make sure no one else comes within physical contact. Let us return to the monastery. If Cithria has been turned into beast, we will need to gather others to search further down the mountain.” Anders stated, motioning for them all to leave.
 
The three monks left the tower and temple behind. Togi and Anders kept their distance from Quelana until they could figure out what caused the scent. The winding paths of the mountainside were being sprinkled with fresh snow as heavy clouds set in above. The three made haste to not be caught in the frigid wrath. Approaching the monastery, Quelana got a chill. She had left just that morning with her friend and now returning without her friend and in a body. Once through the large marbled doors of the monastery, the three head directly for the Elders. Be granted entry they enter the inner gardens where three elders were meditating on stones while novices raked the sands around them. The garden was warm even though it had no ceiling. The small stream that wound like a snake through the garden was filled with exotic fish, the pond being their home. Quelana lowers to her knees and bows before the Elders, her ears flop flat against the ground.  
 
Anders stepped forward. “Masters, we have a situation. Quelana has returned to us but in the form, you see before yourselves. Cithria is still lost, by Quelana’s recounts also no longer in her usual form. I would like to request additional supplies as we will be moving further down the mountain for this search. We do not know what became of Cithria, but I would like to do our best to find her and return her home.” He says before kneeling and bowing his head. 
 
“And who would you take, just Togi and yourself?” Asked the center Elder, his eyes still closed as he spoke. 
 
“Yes, the two of us would be able to move quickly and hopefully bring her back,” Anders replies.
 
Quelana’s ears twitch as she listens to Anders and looks up at him. “But Master I would like to accompany you two, it is my fault she is missing.” Pleaded Quelana. 
 
Before Anders could speak another Elder, a female spoke. “Quelana, you have undergone a transformation that leaves a tainted aura around you. You should stay here and attempt to cleanse the affliction. We can help.” The voice was warm and spoke with the worry of a parent for their child. 
 
Quelana’s ears go limp once again as she surrendered her argument. “Yes, Master Serendonius.” The female Elder nods her head in her mediation. 
 
“Oh, she looks fun… when will you introduce me to her?” The now-familiar voice asks Quelana in a needy voice. Quelana closes her eyes and tries to push the invading voice away. 
 
The middle Elder begins to speak again. “I will grant you extra supplies. They will be ready for you when you leave this garden. Are you departing tonight?” He asked with curiosity. 
 
“We will not, unfortunately, a storm is heading in tonight and we won’t be able to make much progress. It would be wiser to wait until the morning when the snow has had time to settle.” Says Anders with a resentful tone.
 
The Elders all nod and the trio depart. Quelana did not like that she was not able to leave with the search party and even more upset they were not willing to brave the weather to get a head start on their search. Before she could retire to her room another monk, one she knew well, approached her. He was a young man that worked in the infirmary. She often thought about him in times of reflection. He was a human that stood at five feet nine inches. Like most monks, he was shaven bald and wore the robes of the medical members of the monastery. He wore a gentle smile as he approached Quelana. His smile eased her slightly, calming her mind from the hectic visions and worried thoughts.  
 
“My you have changed since the last time we spoke Sister Quelana. I was told you would need an examination and had a tainted artifact that would need to be taken care of. Follow me and we will get you checked out.” The monk says motioning to follow him as he walks down the hall back to the infirmary. Quelana bashfully nods and follows.  
 
“My, my, my who do we have here? He is a bit of a runt, but I sense you have desires for this little man. Let us see what I can do about that.” Giggles the voice in Quelana’s head. Immediately she began to feel warm, her face flushing, and her womb yearning. Quelana slowed her pace and bent over, the sensation of arousal paralyzing her. This caught the attention of the medic who turned around worried and walked up to her. He crouched slightly and took Quelana’s hand. 
 
“Sister Quelana are you okay?” He asked before the scent of honey and lavender washed over his face. He breathed deeply of the scent and too felt his face flush in heat. He stood up, awkwardly turning around from her. “Ah… we are almost there… just follow me!” He stammered and shuffled away. After this scene she was able to move again, a soft giggle in the back of her mind unsettling her.                
 
She finally caught up to the medic, who was quickly advancing towards the infirmary. Once they arrived, they entered a simple room with a bed. Inside was an older woman wearing the same robes as the medic. She looked tired. “Ah, Master Bellana I had thought you were retiring for the evening.” The medic says almost sad she was there.
 
“I would have Brother Symic, but the Elders asked me to take care of Sister Quelana and the artifact,” Bellana replied with a short yawn.
 
“I can take care of Quelana if you would like to take care of the artifact,” Symic hastily suggested.
 
Bellana looks at the young man, then leans over to see Quelana. “My, you definitely do not look like Sister Quelana. This may need time to reverse. Have you reflected on what is wrong?” She asked, ignoring Symic’s suggestion. 
 
“I have not. Once I was awake from the transformation, I have been more worried about Cithria who is missing.” Quelana replies.
 
“Well rest easy knowing Cithria will be found. Brothers Togi and Anders will be the ones searching for her. They found you did they not?” Bellana asks with a warming mother’s smile. Quelana nods. “Then I am certain Cithria will be found and safe. You should worry about finding what is afflicting you and purging it from your body. We are here to help with that.” Bellana stands up and walks over to Symic. “Are you sure you would like to tend to Quelana and guide her through the purging meditation?” She asked, analyzing his answer and intent.
 
“Yes! Of course, I would love to help Sister Quelana clear this affliction.” Eagerly replied Symic with a slight bow.
 
“Very well, I will leave you to perform the ritual and guide her through the purging meditation.” She looks at Quelana and sighs. “And the artifact?”
 
“Oh, here,” Quelana says pulling her bag out and revealing the idol. “You should not directly touch it; contact was what caused the changes to both Cithria and me.” She advised Bellana, wrapping a cloth around the idol before offering it over.
 
“Thank you dear,” Bellana says carefully taking the idol and placing it in her own bag. She slings the bag over her shoulder and excuses herself, leaving the two in the room.
 
After a few moments, Symic went to check out the door and saw there was no sign of anyone. It appeared everyone had retired to their beds for the night and only a few monks who patrolled the halls at night were left. Symic smiles and turns to Quelana, closing the door. “Alright, so we will begin tonight so you can meditate through the night, finding the cause of this.” He says motioning down her body. “Please remove your clothes and sit on the bed in lotus.” He says going to a table to open a tome. As he passed her the scent once again wafted across his mind, lighting up his sense. He felt energetic and aroused and he thumbed through the pages of the tome preoccupied with his thoughts. Images of Quelana flickered through his mind. He imaged what she would look like naked, and the new curves she had, she looked beautiful. He picked the tome up after he reached the chapters he would need for the ritual and turned to face her. As he did his eyes go wide and he drops the book in shock of what he sees.
 
Before him, Quelana sat in the lotus position on the bed. She has disrobed as was requested and her body was on full displace, illuminated by the flickering of candles. He had never seen a woman naked before and even though Quelana was covered in white fur he could not help but admire the body. It was curvy, like none he had witnessed in the monastery before. The robes clearly were not flattering. Her breasts stood high on her chest; a thicker patch of fur nestled between her breasts where her cleavage was. Her waistline was thin but flowed out too quickly to hips that looked disproportionate on the body they were attached to. Her body was thin but looked soft, she was slightly rounder than her previously tone body. She was already taking breathes to relax, her ears were limp behind her head. As she breathed her nose would wiggle occasionally. Knocking Symic out of his daze was the sweet smell once again. It brought him forward.
 
Quelana was breathing deep. The chaotic mind state she was in was like a violent typhoon and she tried to settle it, but she felt like something was off. Then she felt a cold sensation run up the back of her head and the voice that has been plaguing her mind rings in her thoughts.
 
“Yes, relax dear. You have been so tense and stubborn. Just relax your little body and get ready for what is about to happen.” The voice trails off one more, a small giggle echoing in her mind.
 
Quelana shook her head, the feeling of her ears shifting still a foreign sensation. She did not have time to question the meaning of the voice’s words as she felt the bed before her shift. She opened one eye to check on Symic to see if he was preparing but quickly opened her other eye and saw Symic was also nude. His body was lean, well defined, and very erect. Symic had a glazed expression as he crawled on his knees across the bed. Quelana went to stand but found again that her body locked up. The giggling returned, a cacophonous symphony of laughter and lewd noises filled her head, breaking her mental fortitude. She looked at Symic’s body, one she had occasionally thought about when alone. The sight of his erect cock sent a pleasurable tinge up her groin into her belly.
 
Symic met Quelana on the bed, he saw she was not retreating and was reacting in kind to his advances. He could not believe it, she was willing to have sex with him, the most beautiful woman in all the monasteries. He wasted no time, easing her willing body down, the flirty look on her face driving him wide. He cupped the back of her head, bring it forward to kiss the furry forehead. His other hand slides down her side and rests at the small of her back. He could feel the bushy tail wiggling in excitement. She wanted him and he was more than willing to give her what she desired.
 
Quelana watched as Symic pushed her down. Her eyes filled with fear as she felt her body react to his touch. Everything sparked pleasure as he was continuing his advances. With little ceremony, the eager man entered the furry slit between her legs. He stretched the tight entry and began thrusting with vigor. Every through brought tears to Quelana’s eyes. She had no control over the scenario and to make matters worst the voice continued to onslaught her mind.
 
“If you would just give in it would feel so much better. Why fight it?” The voice would bargain with Quelana, each question making Quelana doubt herself, question why she was fighting it.
 
Symic did not last long, not long enough to satisfy Quelana or the voice in her mind. Even though Quelana had not liked what happened she could not help but feel annoyed by the lack of stamina Symic had. At least the demon made me orgasm. She thought to herself without even questioning the thought. She sighs as Symic slumps over satisfied and exhausted.
 
“You are right, he will take time to train to be able to satisfy us. What a shame, he is a runt. At least he has some delicious seed though.” The voice purrs, a tinge of hunger taking Quelana as the words enter her head. At the same time her head throbbed, the grows on her head growing slightly. The two antlers are long enough to be seen through the fur now, but instead of pointed upwards, or backward, they appear to be slanted forward, curving to either side of her face.
 
The hunger that grew in Quelana made her restless, the voice in her mind merely repeating the same words. Consume, Taste, Enjoy. Quelana did not know what it was referring to. As her senses returned to her, she smelt a strong smell coming from around her. She sat up and looked down between her legs to see the pooling mess of Symic’s deposit. On impulse she reaches forward and swipes some with her hand, licking it from her fuzzy paws. The taste blew her away, she fell back down to her back and moaned aloud. The taste covered her tongue and made her see stars. It was like no flavor she had ever tasted. Already her other hand was scooping more for her mouth. A warm, appreciative giggle fills her mind. As she consumed the cum the ache in her stomach subsided while a slight pressure starting to build.
 
In her dazed state, Quelana did not notice her belly slowly rounding out. The demonic seed she had received that morning being nurtured by the cum as viable sustenance. As Quelana faded in and out of consciousness her belly would expand until looking full term with a large child. In her dreams, Quelana, heavily pregnant, came face to face with an entity the almost looked like her. The woman peered at her with a clam, joyous smile. The woman, also heavy with child, had what looked like a tiara around her head but looked to be made of bone or some similar material, motioned her forward. Quelana hesitantly stepped forward and followed the woman into the darkness. Meanwhile somewhere deep under the monastery an old monk makes a fatal mistake while sealing away an ancient artifact and puts into motions a dangerous series of events.                        

Chapter Four: The Crestfallen
 
The inky blackness filled Quelana’s vision; the only point of reference she had from getting lost was the woman she followed. She watched how every movement of the woman exuded confidence and seduction. The sight made her lift herself and walk with a proud posture, her body taking to the new stance naturally. She took a glance at herself again, seeing her belly pushing far from her body. It curved out under her vision. She did not know how she was able to stand with the immense size of the globe. Her hips were gliding back and forth as they cradle the weight and waist with a grace she did not understand. Quelana raises her hand to touch her belly, but before she could, a flashing light blinded her, and she recoiled. After a moment and testing her sight, the blurriness faded; she saw the surroundings had changed. Quelana senses were overloaded as she now stood in a spacious room that had red and black silks and velvet cloths hung from the ceiling. Her nose wiggled slightly as scents of perfumes and sex assaulted her nose. The mixture was alluring to her, and she felt a tinge of excitement pulse inside her belly.
 
“Now, let us make us comfortable. You are ready to hear what we are,” the woman says. Her voice was familiar, whereas before it was a fuzzy purr in her mind, this voice was clear and smokey. Every word was articulated and chosen. “Come sit, my dear; your feet must be killing you.” The woman walks over to a plush couch and lowers herself effortlessly onto the cushion. Quelana stands still as her eyes lock with the other. She could not understand what was going on; she thought she fell asleep and was dreaming, but this seemed too real to be a dream. Quelana walks forward and joins the bunny female on the couch, sitting across from her. She noticed how both their bellies rest on their legs, slowly bobbing with every breath they took. The woman smiles and watches Quelana as she settles into the supportive seat. “So, you must have questions, what would you ask of us?” The woman asked, leaning forward and bringing her hands up and placing her chin on them.
 
Quelana takes a moment to collect her thoughts, as she does the woman just stares at her, and eager expression with a broad smile painted on her face. “Yes, I have a few,” Quelana replies, clearing her throat as her voice sounded deeper or raspy. “Who are you? What did you do to me?” She asks with a serious look. She could feel her nose wiggle again, and her ears perk up to listen to the response.
 
She woman lets the question rest for a while, the silence unnerving Quelana. Then the woman sits up and leans against the arm of the couch. “I have gone by many names. Lust, the Fertile Mistress, the Broodmother. You may call me whatever you wish.” The Broodmother takes a deep breath, her belly expanding with the intake. As she exhales, she continues. “And I only made our body embrace its true destiny. Are you not satisfied looking like a woman now? The body you had before was dull, unfit for the tasks it was intended to perform. Now our body is perfect.” The Broodmother giggles.
 
“Why do you keep saying 'us' and 'our' like we are the same? You are not me, and I am not you,” replies Quelana while adjusting herself on the seat. The movement causes the occupant of her womb to shift, and for the first time, Quelana felt what it was to have a living creature inside her. She looked down, startled at the sudden occurrence. She saw her belly distend in one area before returning to normal as the limb of the creature inside settled back within the confines of the usual shape of a pregnant belly. Her shocked expression amuses the Broodmother, who laughs again.
 
“You will get used to that, dear. He will not be ready for a long, long time. So, enjoy it, it will be an experience you will never forget. Now, as for your question. We are the same, as you put it. Our bond is lasting. While you may pilot the body,” for now, “this is a cooperative effort for the two of us. I believe we will make a wonderful team.” The woman explains, uncrossing, and re-crossing her legs under her massive belly.
 
“No! I have pushed you out before. The Elders will fix this.” Quelana snapped in anger. The outburst was inciting another response in her belly, as the creature is spinning violently in response to the anger, shocking Quelana’s body in pain that is slow to fade. The Broodmother just sits with her large toothy grin while Quelana can collect herself.
 
“Your allies will see that what I offer them is not bad. If you embraced the changes you too would find it a pleasurable experience,” the Broodmother coos, rubbed her furry paws along her belly. “It is a wonderful feeling to bring life into this world, and we are the conduit for that. While we might not be giving birth for a long time, we enable others to. We will rule over the woman and men of this monastery as they breed an army for us. And your Elders’ resolve will slowly crumble, and that will be thanks to you and the part you play in all of this.” The smile on the Broodmother’s face widening further, her eyes darkening as she speaks. “I sense our beast is doing her part, already choose viable steeds to bear.” The Broodmother sighs, getting lost in her thoughts as her paws roam over her expansive fur-covered belly.
 
Quelana’s frustration builds again, but she does not snap out as she feels the movement inside her begin again. She sits back and lets out a frustrated sigh. “You are wrong. There are men and women here that are much stronger than I am that would never fall to your tricks. If I can suppress you myself, then I am sure they can outright reject you.” Quelana starts to rub her belly finding that the contact calms the restless movement within. Her face turns from frustration to disappointment. “The beast you are mentioning is that my friend Cithria?” She looks up at the Broodmother with a sadden expression.
 
The Broodmother rests her paws on her belly, one resting above the popped-out belly button, and the other caresses the undercarriage. “Of course, she turned out to be perfect for the job too. She took so easily to the form.” A sinister giggle erupts from her as she thinks back to the process. She settles down from her laughter fit and begins again, rubbing her belly. “She will return after she breeds with one of every type of animal I implanted in her mind. Then she will return and birth the finest studs you will have ever seen. Then we will have our beasts of labor for the army to use.”
 
Quelana scowled at the Broodmother and shifted on her hips. She moved her body to sit forward, her back against the back of the couch. “You are underestimating us. The monks here follow the teachings of the Equilibrium; we will not be swayed,” Quelana replied firmly. She was saying this more to reassure herself than to convince the Broodmother, who just sat and smiled, rubbing her belly slowly. Quelana also rubbed her belly, the sensations of the taut skin under the fur being massaged felt nice and eased the restless occupant.
 
“Oh, I do not think I am the one underestimating anyone,” the Broodmother said amused that the human thought they would have a chance. “This place smells of the desperate and the lonely. I will thrive here, my dear.” The Broodmother slowly raises to her feet, her legs spread enough to support the large belly. “Oh, and before I go. You will soon have a new servant joining you. Take care of her, the Milk Maid is an honorable position, treat her well. Or you may have to pick up her duties, and that gets… messy.” The Broodmother says with a wink. Before Quelana can reply she blinks and wakes up.
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Deep inside the mountain, many hundreds of feet below the monastery Bellana was carefully walking through the catacombs of the fallen monks. These tunnels were sacred and held all the monks that called the monastery their home. As the physician of the monastery, Bellana knew these tunnels well. Her destination however was further below these old tunnels to a well-kept secret vault where dangerous artifacts are stored to be safeguarded from unattended hands. The air was stale and had the old scent of decay. When Bellana came to the end of the hallway, she looked at the dead-end for the stone she needed. She moved her palm along the surface until there was a slight shift. She closed her eyes, focused her Ki, and pushed forward. Her hand moves the stone forward and the wall begins to slide open. She steps into the newly open hall that begins to slowly wind downward.
 
Finishing her decent Bellana walks into an open room made of smooth stone. Every surface was a single solid and smooth. Bellana once again takes a deep breath and clutches the wrapped idol tightly before sprinting into the wall. Her feet turn and she runs up the smooth wall, she kicks again against the wall and propels herself into the air towards the center of the room. As she reaches out with her free hand, she reaches for a hidden hole in the ceiling to latch unto. As she is propelled through the air the idol warms under the cloth and heats up to the point of making Bellana drop it completely. She tumbles down as her concentration is broken by the dull pain. She shakes her hand in the air to try and cool off the burned skin. She looks at the idol, now partially uncovered.
 
Bellana looks at the statuette with suspicion. She picks the item up and makes a small pouch out of the cloth and bites on the ends, leaving her hands free. She repeats the processes this time and runs up the wall and jumps for the center of the room. As her hands find the handholds, she spreads her legs out and kicks out to rotate her body. As she does the momentum turns the hand hold the wall to the south falls away leading down another tunnel. As she drops down, she takes the makeshift pouch from her mouth and holds it once again, carefully inspecting its temperature. Once she sees it is safe to handle, she continues her advance for the vault.
 
On her way, a voice creeps into the back of Bellana’s mind. “You have such a strong body for one your age,” it says with a sweet giggle. “I assumed you were too old to be useful, but I have the perfect position for a powerful woman like you.” Hearing this Bellana stops and looks around to look for the source. “My dear there isn’t anyone in the hall with you. It is just me and you, in your mind.” The words wrapped around the Bellana’s mind like a constricting snake. She fell against one of the walls for support, bringing the hand with the idol to her head, the wrist pressing into her temples.
 
“Who are you?” Bellana asked, panting softly as her body warmed. She felt something was off but could not place it. She knew now the idol was the cause and steadied herself up on her feet, clutching tightly on the idol and began her journey back to the vault. As she did the voice eased into her mind again and whispered lewd words and promises of pleasure in her mind. Bellana pushes those thoughts away and quickens her pace. The path before her would be trying and now she had to contend with the idol and its corruptive temptations.
 
Bellana worked through the labyrinth-like passages of the vault entryway. Some paths would appear to be dead ends, but actual be areas where you need to run up the walls to get to a different level. Some areas had large sections of the floor missing needing to be traversed by way of the walls. Rooms full of traps that have a single path of safety. Each room had its challenge, and the voice did not help. After what seemed like an eternity, Bellana walks up a path to a large suspended room with a thick lead door. These engravings were arcane glyphs that she did not understand. She was breathing heavily by now, something she usually did not do. Given a moment to catch her breath Bellana looked down to be shocked by a new sight filling her vision. Her breasts were massive, and as she stood still, the cool air of the suburban cavern caressed the front fabric of her robes and made her aware of wet spots. She could not believe how large her breasts were; they blocked her from seeing anything when she looked down, and her robes were barely containing them. She questioned how she had not noticed such a development during the trials she had to take to get here. She shook her head and closed her eyes, believing it must be a trick of the light caused by the idol and the voice. All she heard in her mind was an unsettling giggle, echoing throughout her mind.
 
After a deep breath, she reached forward and felt her chest, a mistake she would not recover from. Her breasts and nipples were so sensitive that the simple cupping of her palms against herself sent her flying back. Her eyes rolled back as she fell onto her butt, her hands glued to the soft and moist flesh of her breasts. As Bellana laid there, her hands found the way into her robe and started to cup and massage her bare breasts. As she touched and rubbed herself, they leaked a constant stream of milk. Panicking, she stood back up, her upper half swaying forward with the momentous weight on her chest. She picked the idol up and staggered to the vault, determined not to fail the rest of the monastery. Each step was slow, the new pull of her chest shifting her from one side to another, but slowly she arrived at the door. Her chest heaved, still growing, a trail of milk marks her path up to the vault. Bellana holds her hand out and stands up, the strain on her body, causing her back to ache in protest. She breaths in and takes the Warrior 2 position and on the exhale punches the solid lead doors. Although no force went into the punch, the doors opened as the Ki shock wave spreads across the surface, the glyphs slowly lighting up. Slowly the thick doors push open on their own, and a small gap is formed for Bellana to enter the vault. Once inside, she runs, passing shelves and racks of items long since stored. The presence in her head was once again probing her causing her to move quickly down the room. She ran until to approach another sealed door, repeating the ritual of opening, she entered this much small room. Inside were very few items, only three pedestals, and only one had a box on it. The stepped up to one of the empty pedestals and placed the idol on it. As her hands returned from setting the icon down, a thick leaden box surrounds the statue and seals it away.
 
Bellana leaves the vault, seeing that the condition is not improving, but in fact, worsening. Her breasts were steadily growing, and as she looked at herself through her Ki, she saw the same dark aura Quelana has starting to billow out from her breasts. She tried to ignore the continuing leaking lactation and tugging on her erect nipples as she made her way back through the trials to return to the monastery above. Reaching the catacombs, she begins struggling onward as her bust expanded further. She had to remove her robes as they began constricting her movement and breathing. Now pushing forward in only pants and arm wraps, she struggles to make it back to the infirmary to get to her materials for the purging ritual. As she makes it out of the catacombs she is holding her breasts, the weight too much for her old back to handle. Although she has always been in peak physical health and her body well maintained through the strict lifestyle she has lived, her beasts were too much for her to handle.
 
Rushing in her panic, Bellana bursts inside the infirmary blinded by her focus on getting to her desk. She throws the items off the surface of the desk and looks through the bookshelf, unable to find the book she needed. She remembers she left Symic with the book and looked up at the bed and saw a sight that broke her will. On the bed were Symic and Quelana, lying next to one another naked. Even more disturbing was Quelana’s body, which now had a large swollen belly looking overdue with a child. This shock was enough for the persistent voice in her mind to push back through.
 
“Feed. Submit to your role,” the voice purrs in Bellana’s mind. She tries again to push the voice out but was failing. In her mental struggle, she found her body was walking towards the two in the bed. Bellana crawls into the small bed, and before she knows it, she is lifting one of her large breasts into the mouth of Quelana and the other into Symic. Symic immediately began to suck on the erect nipple and breast that entered his mouth, draining the breast in his sleep. The more he consumed, the more his body harden, growing from the magical milk he began ingesting. Bellana watches this and blushes. The feeling of Symic breastfeeding from her made her feel happy, fulfilled. The voice was right; she just had to submit to her role, and now she was happy. Bellana tended to the two throughout the night, keeping close to Quelana, who she worried over because she would not drink from her.
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“Hey, you ready to go, the snow stopped?” Anders asked Togi while wiping the sleep from his eyes. He stood at the door to Togi’s room, who was meditating on the small meditation pad. He pulled a pack up over his shoulder and stepped into the room as Togi exhales and stands. With a nod, Togi picks up his pack and turns to face Anders, giving a polite bow before motioning him towards the door again. Anders grins and steps back out. “Let us hope the snow hindered Cithria traveling. I would hate to be a day behind. We also don’t know if Cithria has always changed. If she did, maybe some of the hunters from the village in the forest below will have seen something strange. If not, the monk robes tend to be memorable to outsiders.” Anders sighs as he contemplates the possible routes to take down the freshly snowed mountains they were about to journey out into. Togi gave Anders a reassuring squeeze on his shoulder, which pulled Anders out of his mind. Togi smiled to Anders, who also smiled back to him. “Well, shall we be off old friend?” To which Togi nodded in reply. The two monks with all the necessary supplies provided for them departed their home in search of the lost monk Cithria. The challenges they were heading into paled in comparison to the ones they were leaving behind unknowingly.

Awesome story, how many chapters do you think there will be?

Currently, I'm unsure. I am in the process of writing a campaign I'm about to run, so I have not spent much time planning out the rest of my story. I will probably have ten chapters if it doesn't feel drawn out. Less if I feel like the chapters don't have enough substance to stand on their own.