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Tyr and Tyra

By: sycksycko



Tyr ran across the road and dropped and rolled on the other side. He crawled behind a tree and peered out into the darkness. There was very little moonlight and he needed to be certain of the guards' location before proceeding. He snuck out of camp easily. What lay ahead of him was the toughest part of his quest. At least he hoped that would be toughest. He took a slow, deep breath and tried to will his heart to slow down. If they caught him here, now...

Tyr refocused his eyes to scan the shadows around the moat, but his mind wandered back to the path that led him there. He was born a hapless serf in a fief run by a psychotic madman of a baron whose idea of clearing his debts was to run up more of them and starve his overworked serfs. Tyr had no choice in the matter of his birth. He escaped that life, but not before having several run-ins with the baron's enforcers that left him scarred and his nails had grown back ugly and misshapen. His escape seemed like a godsend at the time, but, in hindsight, joining the Royal Army about to go on a campaign was a bad move. Being an indentured serf, he had no choice in the matter either, that was the only escape for a serf, and only possible right before a campaign.

Since he joined up, he realized that the army treated it's serf contingent exactly like it's enlisted men; poorly. He was given a rusty sword that looked like it would break if sharpened vigorously and no mail or plate. The whole army was poorly provisioned, and ordered more like a large hunting party than a battle worthy force. The Royal Court had gotten it in their heads that Orcs were little more than solitary animals to be run out and hunted down, incapable of sophisticated weapons, rudimentary tactics, and wholly ignorant of the fact that Duskenvale, which they held, was ancient consecrated ground on which plants with magical properties could be grown.

As the Army and Tyr soon learned, the truth was quite the opposite. The Orcs were organized into tightly-knit tribes that quickly overcame their differences and united against the encroaching humans. They wielded swords and axes of sturdy crafting and even fielded some captured arquebusses, but with little black powder. They had hundreds of shamans to cast crude, but effective spells for them, augmented by liberal use of the locally grown magic herbs. Their tactics consisted of running headlong across a field of battle, ignoring the musket balls and arrows and cutting down dozens of men before succumbing to their own wounds.

Their success lay in the fact that they chose the fields of battle and the commanders of the Royal Army kept obliging the Orcs, leading to some gains of territory and a string of six humiliating defeats in the first month. And those were before the Orcs had captured a whole supply train of muskets, cannons and black powder.

Tyr was brought out of his musings by a cough across the road and he finally spotted the guards. They were patrolling and he needed to wait until they passed to swim across the moat and climb the palisade. Timing was crucial. As soon as they passed, he ran, crouching low and stopped at the bank. He double checked his pack. With a last glance at the retreating guards and the top of the palisade, he slowly slid down into the water, holding his breath and hoping the sloshing of the water would not be heard in the still, night air.

After a few moments of standing still in the shallows, he saw that the guards were gone, and there was no one on the palisade, so he slowly swam across the moat. When he reached the palisade, he fastened his climbing spikes and began the climb up. The water sluiced from his limbs loudly and Tyr cursed silently. He held still, then lowered himself back down. This lessened the noise, but meant that he would soon be seen by another patrol or a random passerby. If Tyr was caught, he would be executed as a deserter and that was not his first choice. He reasoned that he had already made enough noise for someone to hear if they were near, so he quickly climbed the rest of the palisade and dropped into a crouch on the other side.

He scanned the houses nearby and began his search. A frontier village, like Meadowsrun that he had just snuck into, was too small or remote to warrant royal attention, under normal circumstances. However, it was guarded and a palisade was recently added to it's ancient moat in preparation for the counterassault that the Orcs were going to make soon. Most of the houses were empty, their residents gone to seek safety elsewhere. Tyr found one nearby and quickly found a basement under it. "Perfect," he whispered, marveling at his own luck.

As Tyr descended and surveyed the small basement, he thought back to how everyone from his original squad considered him lucky because he was made company clerk after they lost the original one in their very first battle. He got to stick in the back of the battle lines, dealing with paperwork and serving tea for the officers. Tyr survived the first skirmish through blind luck and liberal application of running, but getting the job wasn't luck as he was the only non-officer in the company who could read and write.

Tyr started to unpack and thought back fondly to the times when he was but a kid and he chose to befriend the lonely and weepy son of a herald. As a result of that friendship, Tyr was taught to read alongside the boy, and he knew not only Common, but also Sylvan, a fact that he kept to himself. That was his one free choice in life, as far as he could tell. All the others were conditioned by immediate need. It was the reports written in Sylvan that lent Tyr a better understanding of his situation. Officers left them lying around quite liberally for Tyr to covertly peruse, thinking that he could not. So long as none of the scrolls were misplaced or stolen, they had no worries.

Tyr had learned that the Royal Court was wising up to the real threat of the Orcs, owing to the fact that quite a few scions of noble houses were lost to Orcs' spells and newly acquired artillery. The Court was bringing to bear the Order of the Faith, the Mages' Guild, the Alchemists' Guild and many more resources. The campaign was now officially declared a war and treated as such. In those reports, Tyr read that which made him desert the ranks with a forged pass and sneak into a half abandoned little village with a pack full of misappropriated alchemy supplies.

The Orcs' equivalents of clerics were preparing to effect a miracle on Meadowsrun. They would pray and chant in an unholy location dozens of miles from Meadowsrun and bring about a magical transformation of everyone in the village. The people would become werecreatures of great power and bloodlust and start a slaughter behind the human lines. The Faith had a cleansing ritual planned that would restore the sanity and free will of the subjects, yet allow them to retain their newly gained powers. The whole thing was already done on another border village, except that the Faith had no advance warning that time, so most of the subjects were killed, rather than liberated. This time, however, they were ready in advance. The village was even covertly populated with some crippled commoners that the Court deemed worthy of being healed and empowered this night. The thought of having some impact companies of werebears was getting the Court all hot and bothered. Tyr didn't want to become a werecreature as that would actually lower his chances of surviving this campaign.

Tyr stripped nude after securing the hatch to the basement and began reproducing the mystic symbols he saw in the scrolls on his bare skin using the proper materials. He was going to partake of the power being given this night as well. Instead of being transformed into a monster that would be used in the most dangerous of situations, the sigils Tyr was drawing would instead transform his soul and grant him sorcerous power leeched from the very transformation ritual itself. Using a few candles and a small, handheld mirror, drawing the symbols was arduous, but Tyr managed it in less than an hour. Now all he had to do was wait. After he was transformed into a sorcerer, he would be examined by the mages and sent to a city far from the front lines for years of training. Tyr smiled. By the time he would be done with his magical education, the war would be long over, one way or another, and Tyr would be let loose after a few years of boring service.

In the cold gloom of the basement, doubts crept into Tyr's mind. Was the Faith right about this? Would he kill or be killed by someone in the time between the transformation and liberation? He glanced nervously at the hatch. He hoped not. Would the transformation hurt, and how much? Tyr took a deep breath and forced himself to remember he had no choice in the matter. The men of his company were dying left and right and they even lost officers in their last engagement. Tyr could still taste the lieutenant's bowels that were blown into Tyr's mouth when the grapeshot exploded next to them. If the Orcs didn't get him, the diseases that were culling the camps would. This was the only way he knew to survive this war and gain, not only his freedom and surname, but a future as well.

Desertion was not an option as the lands beyond Meadowsrun were patrolled by fanatic Royal Guards riding bloodcats, black panthers the size of adult grizzlies that could sniff out a deserter from miles away. What was done to those that deserted, kept Tyr's company from even considering it. Tyr shuddered at those thoughts. What the Orcs did to you was after you were killed, but the Guards gave no such mercy.

Tyr doubled over in pain and a bright light exploded in his mind.

Tyr was jolted awake and immediately felt a strange feeling. Tyr had no sexual experience other than his own callused hands tugging at night, so the sensations left him paralyzed with confusion. Tyr's balls were tickled by fur and the shaft of his cock was surrounded on all sides by something very hard, hot and wet, pressing into his flesh insistently. Tyr's breathing was ragged and there was no strength in his limbs. Claws were holding him by the hips and a furry body slammed into his from behind. At the same instant, a feminine grunt was heard and something soft, hairy and wrinkly tapped all of Tyr's glans at the same time.

Tyr was definitely enjoying the sensations, even if they were weird. His belly felt hot and his chest was stung by a billion pin pricks of pleasure. The very next instant brought the same jolt, the same quick, light tap on his cockhead and a delicate, but pleasurable touch from Tyr's pects that also felt raw. With the next quick jolt, Tyr looked down under himself and saw and felt a pair of breasts swinging beneath his chest, occasionally tapping against one another. Tyr was stunned into confusion. He could not form a coherent thought as the heat from his belly spread across all of his skin, followed by a sensation as if he was being tickled. The tension from his chest exploded out of his cock in waves of liquid heat that drooled right down his own cock and all over the strange thing that was stimulating him so well. His muscles tensed and twitched in absolute rapture, and he shut his eyes as a woman's voice wailed in his ear. On the back of his eyelids, flowers bloomed in time with the contractions of his whole body. It was ecstasy that Tyr could never have imagined before that night.

A claw moved from Tyr's hip and grasped his nipple, now suddenly swollen far from his ribcage and very sensitive. The painful touch made Tyr shudder in ecstasy all over again. After what felt like forever to Tyr, the pleasure finally subsided and he could open his eyes and gasp for breath. Sex was apparently far better with a woman than anything Tyr could do to himself. The hairy sex partner resumed the jolting motions and Tyr now felt all the sensations from his cock amplified almost to the point of pain. He tried to take stock of his situation. He looked down to see two small, feminine hands supporting his weight. A female voice was yipping in his ears. He looked lower and saw a pair of breasts hanging from his chest again. As he saw them collide, he felt a tickle on his own chest. Tyr couldn't see past the jostling boobies, so he dared to raise his head and looked over his shoulder.

A werewolf was grasping him by his hips and thrusting into him, foamy spittle dripping from it's open maw onto Tyr's lower back. Tyr's head snapped forward and he exclaimed in dismay, but heard only the woman's voice do so. Tyr was sexually inexperienced, but knew this was not the way fucking went. His mind finally cleared of the fog of lust that fell over it and he realized his cock felt like it was inside his body. The terrific pleasure was emanating from within his belly, and not from below it. "No," he yelled in denial and panic, but heard only the woman's voice.

With cold dread he realized he was transformed, not into a powerful werebeast, but into a woman, and worse yet, he was being fucked by a werewolf. He must have messed up the sigils! Tyr's eyes shut tight as he realized the worst part yet was that his new body was beginning to buck back onto the werewolf's cock. His pelvis was grinding of it's own accord and Tyr felt like the werewolf's cock was rubbing over the spot under his cockhead where the foreskin was attached.

Without warning, Tyr came again. His voice felt shrill in his own ears as he wailed in denial. He felt like he was flying and falling at the same time and his body trembled with barely contained ecstasy. A new sensation cut through the veil of delight in his mind. The werewolf's cock was twitching inside him and a new heat, separate from the one that was dripping from Tyr, was making it's way down his cock. Tyr was still trying to catch his breath and think when he realized the werewolf had just cum in his pussy. A thousand questions poured into his mind at the same time. What did this mean? Could he get pregnant? Could he get pregnant with a werewolf? Would this werewolf now consider Tyr his mate? Tyr shut his eyes and his arms finally gave out so he rested his cheek on the ground.

The werewolf pulled out it's softening cock and let go of Tyr's hips. Tyr rolled over on his back and looked up at the werewolf as it turned back into a middle aged man with a pot belly and a beard. The man looked around and waived at someone. He looked down at Tyr and said, "Later, whore."

Tyr's mood darkened. He may have enjoyed the fucking, but he was no whore! He was a man. With energy he didn't know he had, Tyr leaped up and started after the man, only to freeze when he saw who was approaching. It was a sergeant of the Royal Guards. Tyr was consumed with blind panic. As the sergeant and werewolf briefly chatted, illuminated by the sergeant's lantern, Tyr tried to desperately think of something to get out of his situation. In the weak light of the lantern, he looked down at his new body and confirmed that the sigils were, in fact, gone.

The sergeant and man parted ways and the sergeant addressed Tyr, "Come here!"

Tyr finally realized he was standing buck naked in the cold, night air with fluids drying on his inner thighs and sweat all over. He covered his breasts and groin as best as he could and the sergeant chuckled, waving him closer. Tyr approached with small, minced steps and kept his head down.

The sergeant gave him an ugly smile. "Who told you to come here tonight," the sergeant inquired. Tyr was now experienced enough to tell from the man's tone that he was being suspected of something, but he knew not what to say, so he just stood there. Tyr's options were meager. If he claimed to be a peasant from the village, they would find out the truth in no time. The sergeant's eyes roamed all over Tyr in a way that made Tyr shiver in disgust, as well as the cold. The sergeant whistled and waved and three more guards came running up to them. As Tyr tried to concoct a story, the sergeant tousled his short, curly hair.

Tyr's breath hitched. He had the short, curly hair, just like he had when he was a man. Women in the kingdom were shorn of hair only when they were unclean, meaning lice or fornication outside of matrimony. Either way, it served as a warning to all men that this woman was to be avoided. And here was Tyr, looking like he was outed as a whore some six months ago. His options dwindled.

The men reported that all the new werecreatures were rounded up and catalogued in an orderly fashion, while stealing leering glances at Tyr. Tyr felt dread grip his insides when he dared to look up at their eyes. The guard carrying a second lantern circled Tyr and inspected him like a piece of meat. "So, Sarge," said the guard, "What's this whore doin' 'ere, and why ain't she turned?"

Tyr raised his head in anger for the briefest of moments before remembering himself and biting back his response. The sergeant chuckled maliciously. "Well, boys," he said, "Our job for the night is done, except for this little morsel here.

"This little camp follower got fucked by an officer and overheard what was going to happen here tonight, didn't she? She got here to get turned into something other than a whore, didn't she? But she got here too late, and she was reminded by that werewolf that she is a whore and nothing more." The men laughed and Tyr found himself eyeing one of their daggers and thinking if he could fight his way out of this.

The sergeant grabbed Tyr's chin and raised his face. When their eyes met, Tyr felt his knees give out at the sheer hatred found in the man's eyes. A guard grabbed Tyr and easily held him up. "I hate whores," snarled the sergeant, "particularly the whores that think they're better than honest folk and try to advance themselves above their place."

Tyr shut his eyes and prayed, he knew not what for. The sergeant shook Tyr's face and snarled, "Didja 'ear me, whore?!" Tyr felt tears form in his eyes. "What's your name," hissed the sergeant.

"Tyr," said Tyr reflexively, before catching himself and dumbly adding, "uhh..."

"Tyra," said the sergeant, "Nice name for a nice, young thing like you. Now, 'ere's the thing. You're obviously some officer's favorite cunt, so we're gonna let you get back to your camp and continue practicing your craft." Tyr felt hope swell in his heart. "And we ain't gonna ask the officer's name, neither," continued the man, "you just gotta make it worth our while." Tyr shut his eyes in denial of what was coming.

"Are you gonna make it worth our while," inquired the sergeant with mock politeness.

Tyr looked at each of the four burly men and noted the one with the beard was completely disinterested in the proceedings and casually cleaning his fingernails with a long dagger. He had no choice in the matter. These men could gut him and claim it was a werecreature in a fit of blind, orc induced, transformation rage. No one would think twice of the matter. Tyr swallowed hard and nodded meekly. If he let them rape him, they might let him live. It was the only chance he had.

"Good," said the sergeant and led the party to the nearest house. The place had two rooms, one with a hearth and one with a serviceable pallet. Tyr was pushed onto the pallet and the sergeant stepped up and began to undo his breeches. Tyr looked dumbly at the hardening cock just inches from his face. The sergeant grabbed him by the back of his neck and yelled, "Don't play coy, cunt, get to work!" The sergeant slapped Tyr's lips with his hard meat and then pressed it against them.

Tyr looked around at the expectant guards and meekly opened his lips, allowing the cock to enter his mouth. Tyr was overwhelmed by the horrible stench emanating from the sergeant's balls just under his nose. He retched. The sergeant snarled as his cock was grazed by Tyr's teeth, and pulled out. "The cunt forgot how to suck cock," he said. "Grab her," he ordered and the men complied.


Tyr and Tyra Ch. 02



It was well past noon by the time the sun's rays entered through the little window and illuminated the feminine figure asleep on the pallet. The naked girl stirred and blinked at the sudden intrusion. She kicked off the torn blankets and rubbed her arms.

Tyra started to shiver in earnest as memories of the past night flooded back into her mind. Her throat burned from the bile raising throat rape she endured the night before and she could smell how terrible her breath was from licking her own bowels off of her rapists' cocks. She could remember them sticking their cocks up her ass and then in her mouth but, at the time, she could not taste it.

Tears slid down Tyra's cheeks as she began to sob aloud. Up until a night ago, she was just a nineteen year old serf conscript and she knew not what to make of all the emotions consuming her in the wake of her transformation and violation. "Curse you, Tyr," she cried aloud to herself, "for thinking you could become someone!"

Tyra cried and heaved deep, ragged breaths for a long time, huddled on the edge of the pallet. She was, in essence, still a serf boy, and she knew not one thing about the real world. Eventually, the grumbling in her stomach punched through her haze of misery and she resolved to search the small, two room house for food. Finding none, she remembered that her pack had food in it and was probably back in the basement where she was transformed.

Tyra got up on shaking legs and peered out the only window in the room. She could only recognize the place on the street where the werewolf fucked her. She had no idea where that basement and her pack were. Looking out, Tyra felt something was missing and she tried to concentrate over the loud rumbling of her stomach on what that was. After a while, she realized she could not tell which way was north.

Back when she was Tyr, she could always tell which way she was facing and she had a good sense of distances. Tyra shook her head and muttered, "Way back when..." in a bemused tone of voice. She looked over the shadows on the ground and thought she could identify east and west, but then she remembered she had no idea what time of day it was. She needed to step outside.

Her stomach painfully seconded that idea, so Tyra turned back to the pallet. She examined the blankets and picked up the one with the least holes in it and tore bigger the hole in its middle. She poked her head through the hole and wore the blanket as a tunic. She tore a strip from one of the other blankets and used it to cinch her tunic at the waist. After much internal deliberation, she decided the only way to reclaim her pack was to circle the palisade until she came by the house and, hopefully, recognized it. She had no idea which way was closest to the palisade, but, since it encircled the village, she reasoned all she had to do was go in a straight line until she came across it.

As soon as Tyra stepped out and squinted against the sun, she saw that the village was nowhere near as deserted as it was the night before. There were people about and they were all casting suspicious or leering glances her way. Her long legs were on open display and the holes in the blanket gave plenty of teasing glimpses of her bare flesh underneath. Tyra quickly ducked behind the corner, only to present herself to more eyes. The faces of the guards from last night came to her mind unbidden.

Tyra adopted a defensive crouch and began casting about for a weapon. She felt the bearded man's eyes on her behind so she ran across the street and darted down a side alley in a blind panic. Coming out of the alley, she saw a Guard uniform out of the corner of her eye, so she ran across the muddy street and down another alley. Bile rose in her throat again, as tears stung her eyes and the stench of her own shit hit her nose again.

Crying aloud, Tyra kept running in a blind panic, ignoring the villagers' and soldiers' disapproving looks, until she came across the only thing that could break her from her fit of madness.

Tyra's heels dug into the mud as she slid to a stop. She trembled with fresh fear, the nightmare of last night forgotten, as she slowly raised her eyes to look up at the enormous maw of the flaxen furred bear that stood before her. Tyr was a boy of above average height and Tyra inherited that height in her transformation, so she was actually very tall for a woman. Yet she had to tilt her head quite a bit upwards to see past the barred fangs, each the size of a dagger, to look upon the man perched atop the beast's back.

He wore plain robes with insignia that denominated him as a Royal Guard Battlecaster. Tyra closed her eyes in terror and started to pray quietly for a quick death. Tyra could tell the passage of time by the moist breath of the giant bear that was slowly and steadily breathing over her. After a minute, she heard the thud of boots in the mud, next to the bear and she peeked at it.

The mage was dismounted and digging into one of his pouches for the instrument of her murder or torture. She could hardly feel her shivering limbs, let alone command them to run. She looked in horror as he pulled out three little crystals, each smaller than a penny, and blew on them. Tiny orbs of warm light coalesced into being in the air above the palm of his hand and descended on the crystals, enlarging them and making them glow. When the glow faded, his hand barely contained three pieces of... Tyra guessed it was fruit, but she had never seen anything like it before.

He offered her the fruit. "I didn't need to cast a spell to hear your stomach grumbling," he said before gesturing above his bear, "even from such a height." Tyra regarded him varily, and he smiled, "Take them and eat them. You'll be refreshed."

The pain in her gut made Tyra reach out and daintily pick one up from the mage's palm. She brought it to her nose, closed her eyes and inhaled the scent. It was intoxicating and unlike anything she ever smelled as a boy on the fief. Her mouth was watering so she opened it and bit into the skin of the fruit. It was soft and her teeth bit through it without problem. The meat inside was soft and juicy, but not at all mushy like all the fruit Tyr ever ate in his life. She moaned involuntarily at the sweet taste. "For something that tastes this good," she thought to herself, "I'd whore myself out."

Tyra opened her eyes, blushed and looked at the mage in embarrassment. He smiled warmly and she swallowed her mouthful. "Thank you, sir," she said meekly.

"It's nothing," he said, still smiling.

Tyra stuffed half the fruit in her mouth and bit it off, chewing with delight at the juicy meat. She noted, after she swallowed her second mouthful, that her throat no longer burned, she was no longer thirsty and her stomach was doing the opposite of grumbling in hunger. She popped the last of the fruit in her mouth and gave it a few chews in delight. 

"Thank you," she said, while eyeing the remaining two indigo fruits.

The mage laughed and offered them to her again. Tyra took them both and ate them with obvious relish. As she was licking the last of the fruit juice from her thick, luscious lips, she realized she had never had such a fulfilling or tasty meal in Tyr's life before. She also realized she was still standing in front of a battlecaster of the Royal Guard, wearing only a ratty old blanket pressed into service as a tunic. "He must have had an eyeful," she thought.

"I'm heading back to camp," he said, "If you like, I could escort you to your own wagon."

Tyra remembered she still had the short hair she had as Tyr, and on a woman, hair that short was a mark of being unclean. "The mage must take me a whore," she thought, "He thinks I have a wagon rented among the camp followers." She heaved a sigh and nodded. If the mage got her safely out of the village and to the wagon trail of the camp followers, she might beg some clothes and food from the whores and be on her way to anywhere but there. "I would rather be skinned alive than stay one more minute in this thrice accursed village," she thought.

The bear crouched down low and lifted one of its front paws. The mage put one leg on the paw and leaped the rest of the way atop the bear's back. He turned around and extended a hand to Tyra.

"Uh, no thank you," said Tyra nervously, "I'd rather walk."

"Barefoot," inquired the mage, "In this mud?"

Tyra looked down at her feet that have all but disappeared in the mud.

"I promise you May is a very gentle creature," said the mage, patting the bear's flank. Tyra just mutely shook her head. "Very well," sighed the mage and slid down from the bear for the second time. He extended an arm to Tyra and gestured with his other hand, "The camp is this way."

Tyra refused the offered arm and walked alongside the mage in mute agony. The sheer ecstasy of having her hunger quenched so delightfully, was paling in comparison to the dread of walking alongside a Guard Battlecaster, closely followed by a gargantuan, blonde furred bear. "Are you one of Arliesle's girls," inquired the mage, after a long silence.

Tyra panicked anew. If this man got wind of anything suspicious about her, she couldn't hope to die fast enough. "Yes," she said, hoping to play along with his assumptions about her.

"Does Arliesle still do the Meereneese knot," he inquired.

"Um, yes," said Tyra.

"Did she teach you how to do it," he asked with obvious interest.

"Oh," exclaimed Tyra, "She did not. Not yet anyway." The conversation was playing havoc with Tyra's already frayed nerves.

"I'm certain she will soon," said the mage, as if they were old friends who had been taking confidences. The conversation died thereafter and their journey brought them out of the village and across a small field to the camp of the Royal Army. 

"The wagon train is yonder," pointed the mage, "but you must take delivery of a small parcel from me to Arliesle."

"Oh, no, no, I couldn't," Tyra protested feebly.

"Nonsense," exclaimed the mage, "You simply must! It is owed and overdue, and my obligations prevent me from visiting Arliesle's wagon as often as I would like. You must come with me to my tent and then take it to Arliesle. It's not heavy."

Tyra could find no way to excuse herself from the man's presence, so she mutely nodded and let herself be led through the army camp. The soldiers and Guardsmen alike scrambled out of their way. Tyra didn't know if it was in genuine fear of the mage, or of his bear, towering over the two of them. She did note that they were all too busy scrambling out of the way to even pay her, or her state of undress, any mind.

They soon came to a very large tent near the middle of the camp and the mage moved the flap aside and gestured Tyra in. Tyra took an apprehensive breath and ducked inside. The mage pulled a rope and a much bigger flap opened for the bear to fit through. As soon as the bear entered the tent, it began to glow.

Tyra gasped in amazement as the bear shrunk in size until its glow faded and left behind a naked girl, crouched at Tyra's feet. The girl sported a long mane of wavy, blonde hair that failed to cover her massive tits. As she stood up, Tyra was struck with amazement yet again, for the girl didn't even come up to Tyra's shoulders. Somehow, the fact that such a petite girl had turned into such a gargantuan bear, was more amazing to Tyra than the fact that the girl was turning into a bear in the first place.

The girl gave Tyra a winsome smile and a wink. Tyra blushed. The silence in the tent was deafening. She could hear her own heartbeat in her ears.

Tyra's mouth opened and closed as she struggled in vain to come up with anything to say, until the blonde reached up on tiptoes and cupped Tyra's face with her small hands. She ran her fingers over Tyra's chin, distracting her completely, before pulling her face down for a kiss.

The bear-girl's lips were so soft against Tyra's that she felt her knees go weak with delight. The feathery touch of the blonde's tongue against her lips was causing her insides to feel funny and fluttery. The girl's hands slid down Tyra's arms, tickling all the way, and then began to work at the knot in her belt. Tyra could remember when Tyr saw two girls bathe together in a pond and how much it turned him on that day. She was starting to feel the same right now.

Tyra stood up straight and looked to the mage, but his expression was unreadable to her. The bear girl pulled Tyra's face down again and said, "My name is Mary Anne and I'm going to make love to you. He's only going to watch."

Tyra could not see how two women could make love to one another, so she just stared dumbly at the girl as she undid her belt. Mary Anne stood back and gestured for Tyra to doff her blanket. As much as the girl's touch had turned her on, Tyra was still terrified of the mage watching them. "I thought your name was May," she said, trying to buy time, she knew not for what.

The blonde smiled a warm smile, "That's my bear name. When I'm a girl, I'm Mary Anne. Now take off this ratty blanket, girl!"

As soothing as Mary Anne's voice was, Tyra was still terrified. Tears welled in the her eyes. "What," she stammered, looking to the mage, "What of the package? Is it not overdue?"

The mage gave a grin and a dismissive snort and Mary Anne pulled on Tyra's chin again until their eyes met. "His package doesn't come into play today" she said, then shrugged and added, "And even if it did, what would be the harm in it?" She jumped up and latched on to the back of Tyra's neck with both hands and pulled her down for a kiss.

Tyra had never been kissed like that before, and she had never even imagined kissing could feel as good as this. Her hands sought out the blonde's soft flesh of their own accord. Soon, Tyra was surprised to feel her fingers squeezing and parting the pert globes of Mary Anne's ass. She squeezed the blonde tighter to her body with delight.

Mary Anne broke their kiss and moved her grip from Tyra's neck to the blanket and she ripped it as she fell back down to her feet. Tyra gasped and exclaimed, but Mary Anne continued her work until she tore the ratty fabric off of the brunette's body.

Mary Anne stopped and stared. Tyra could feel the girl's gaze roam all over her new, female body and she blushed furiously when she realized the girl and the mage both were looking upon her with hungry admiration. Mary Anne stepped back and admired the large, pert breasts on Tyra's body, then her eyes swept over her visible ribs to the corded muscles in her taut, indented belly. She touched Tyra's flared hips almost reverently, before letting her gaze linger on the brunette's long, shapely legs.

"You're beautiful," murmured the blonde, before lifting her gaze again, "And so tall. How tall are you? Never mind that, what is your name, gorgeous one?"

Mary Anne stepped closer and grabbed hold of Tyra's ass with both hands, kneading with just the right touch. "Hunh," grunted Tyra. She was being swept away by a deluge of primal lust. "I," she stammered, distracted by the blonde's hot breath between her breasts and her hands on her ass and those giant, green eyes gazing up at her in a way her old self could only dream of. "I, um, I'm, my name is Tyra," she finally got out and was rewarded by a bright smile from the blonde.

"Tyra," repeated Mary Anne, breathlessly. "Such a beautiful name. Fitting for such a beautiful girl like you." The blonde lay a sucking kiss between Tyra's breasts and Tyra moaned in appreciation. "I'm going to make love to you, Tyra," said Mary Anne and pulled the big girl to the bed.

Tyra cast a nervous glance at the mage who was sitting at his table and passively watching the proceedings. The blonde pulled Tyra to the big bed and bid her to sit upon it. As soon as Tyra's buttocks made contact with the silky sheets, her eyes closed and she moaned in delight. She had never had anything so smooth against her skin. She had no time to revel in the sensation as Mary Anne immediately attacked her mouth with her own.

Tyra let herself be kissed for a long while, feeling herself get more and more turned on with each passing moment. Mary Anne's hands massaged Tyra's breasts and played with her nipples and Tyra felt the familiar feeling of impending orgasm. Mary Anne pushed her to lie back down on the bed and knelt between her thighs that seemed to spread all on their own.

Mary Anne's hot breath preceded her wet tongue on Tyra's pussy and Tyra's traumatized mind soon let go of everything but the ecstasy between her legs. The blonde's tongue was touching every part of her with such precision and so deft a touch that Tyra began to buck her body and scream gutturally. The blonde was having a tough time keeping her hands on the brunette's tits to pinch and pull at her nipples.

Suddenly, thick ropes coiled around the brunette's limbs and pinned her to the bed, spread eagled. Her eyes opened and saw the mage was standing next to the bed. He smiled at her and said, "It's even better this way."

Tyra's body could only struggle to contain the mounting pressure inside her. Tyra's eyes closed and she climaxed like never before in her short life. The orgasm tore through her body with the strength of an avalanche and bounced back and forth between her breasts and pussy.

After a long, long while spent in ecstasy, the brunette opened her eyes and looked at the delicate face of her beautiful, blonde lover. Mary Anne's face showed a mixture of pride and delight. Tyra looked to the mage standing over her and her brow bunched in confusion at the look in his eyes.

"You're a liar," said the mage and thoroughly stunned Tyra. "Arliesle is the name of the girl I pined after when I was much younger." His voice took on a wistful quality as he continued, "I've asked and asked, but there are no whores following this camp that go by that name. I have to pay them to pretend it's their name and I have to repeat it to them over and over again. There is no Arliesle anywhere near here. Who are you working for?"

Tyra could only gape in horror. No lie came to mind. Her options were telling everything right away and being carted off to be publicly tortured to death, or resisting the interrogation for as long as she could, and then getting tortured to death publicly. Tears streaked down the sides of her face as she stared pleadingly at the blonde.

"Mary Anne," said the mage, "torture the truth out of this girl."

To Tyra's horror, her blonde lover smiled a beaming smile and exclaimed, "Yes, sir," in delight. "You are going to love this," she said to Tyra and bent down to kiss her nipple. Much to Tyra's confusion, the blonde did nothing wrong to her, quite the opposite, she started to make love to her again.

Tyra begged for mercy as Mary Anne's hands ran all over her skin, inciting another bout of lust and pleasure in her, and soon, the blonde's face descended between her legs and began to drive her inexorably to yet another orgasm. Tyra began to beg Mary Anne not to stop as she came ever closer to yet another explosion of pleasure. Just as she came to within a lick of coming, Mary Anne backed off.

Tyra let out an animal growl of frustration and her hips lifted off the bed by inches, trying to reclaim the touch of Mary Anne's tongue once again. Mary Anne just smiled and stroked up and down the inside of Tyra's thighs. She shook her head and responded to Tyra's wordless, pleading wail with, "Nuh-uh, not until you tell the truth, beautiful."

Tyra took some deep breaths to calm her racing heart and looked at the mage. "Is this supposed to be torture," she inquired with venom born of frustration.

The mage just smiled and waggled his fingers behind himself. A chair skittered across the packed dirt floor and stopped right behind him. He sat down and made a show of making himself comfortable. He gazed lovingly at Mary Anne and said to Tyra, "Mary Anne's the best at gauging the pleasure of others. I can't tell you how often she had me tied down like you are now, and teased me to madness."




Tyr and Tyra Ch. 02



"I love you, Master," said Mary Anne adoringly.

"I love you too, my pet," responded the mage. 

Tyra was honestly disturbed by their loving exchange in the midst of her apparent torture. She hoped she could just cool down and thwart the pleasurable abuse, but Mary Anne's touch was so deft and so well placed, it was impossible for the excitement to abate. Soon, the blonde put her face and fingers to the brunette's pussy again and quickly drove Tyra to the brink of orgasm.

"Confess," yelled the mage, melodramatically, "confess the truth, and you shall be rewarded with such great pleasure! Confess!"

Tyra shook her head violently and arched her back to press her hips harder into the blonde's mouth. Just as she was about to cum, the blonde moved away, breaking all contact and leaving Tyra growling in frustration.

The cycle repeated over and over again, driving all thoughts from Tyra's mind and making her focused only on the pleasure that was escaping her by a hairsbreadth every single time. Mary Anne seemed to be enjoying herself and the mage was changing up his roles as interrogator, seemingly for his own amusement, though Tyra could feel upon her pussy that his words made the blonde chuckle a few times.

Tyra became a puddle of writhing flesh on a silk coverlet, straining to keep her lover's tongue on her clit at the right moment and failing each time. Demands were made of her, and they varied in ridiculousness and insistency with each repetition. Tyra could no longer make sense of what was being asked of her. All she felt was the desire to respond positively and receive the pleasure that was building up inside her and an increasingly vague notion of very bad consequences.

When Tyra was reaching the peak of her pleasure for the umpteenth time, the mage barked out the words, "Name, rank and company, soldier," in a manner identical to that of training instructors, and the Tyr part of Tyra's pleasure addled brain responded with deeply ingrained instincts.

"Tyr, serf conscript, Bedford First Infantry, Sir," shouted Tyra. A fresh panic pierced the fog of lust in Tyra's mind and her eyes opened wide, looking upon the bemused visage of the mage that was leaning over her heaving body.

"What did you say," he asked in confusion.

"Please, let me cum," begged Tyra aloud. Mary Anne was keeping her fingers on her pussy lips, stoking the maddening pleasure in Tyra's loins, while not letting the girl cross over the edge into ecstasy. The blonde's eyes darted from one face to the other.

"Soldier," said the mage, somberly, "speak the truth and you shall be made to cum fiercely, I give you my word." Mary Anne landed another kiss on Tyra's clit and all her willpower was lost. She only wanted the elusive pleasure her body was promising for what seemed like an eternity.

Tyra quickly confessed the truth of the past night and day and looked up at the mage's dark eyes. Her lips kept mouthing the word please, over and over again. The mage looked lost in thought. The brunette turned her face to her blonde lover, but Mary Anne shot her a "be patient" look and returned to gazing at the mage for instructions. The thought of not receiving her promised reward drove a fresh spike of panic in Tyra. She keened and pleaded with a broken, raspy voice, repeatedly chanting, "Please".

Finally, after what seemed like an eternity, the mage nodded at the blonde and she put her mouth over Tyra's pussy and penetrated her with three fingers at the same time. Tyra wailed loudly and climaxed after a few seconds. The orgasm ripped through her mind and she laughed and cried at the same time as her body convulsed in violent pleasure. 

The mortal dread that had followed her all her life as Tyr, was no longer haunting her. She had confessed to capital offences and she would be put to death. The absence of the dread gave way to an even greater euphoria and she felt a second climax overwhelm her, unprompted by any physical contact. Tyra passed out of the world with a tired smile on her lips.

Loud thumps snatched Tyra from her sweet slumber and she cast a baleful eye about herself. She saw the flap of the tent raise and in strode the mage and May, the source of the thumps. Tyra shot bolt upright and her limbs shook in dread. She had confessed to desertion, and now that she was apparently left to sleep alone, she actually slept instead of seizing her one feeble opportunity to escape. Even the magic ropes were gone. She cursed inwardly.

May began to glow in transformation and Tyra averted her sensitive eyes. "I had a chance to live tired, but now, I'll be well rested for my execution," she thought ruefully.

"Come here, Tyra," called the mage. Mary Anne snuggled up behind him and put her arms around his waist. "I must explain your situation to you," he said, waving her over.

Tyra took a few deep breaths to steady her nerves and got out of bed. Her legs felt like jelly. With each step she took closer to the table, she thought she would collapse in fright. Mary Anne was smiling at her broadly, and Tyra thought the girl must be demented to do so. Finally, she reached the table and stood before them, head bowed.

"I talked to the brass," said the mage, "And Tyr has been sentenced to six years in the stockade for forging an official seal." Tyra all but snorted in derision. Her execution would not be postponed for those six years. "In light of Tyr's service to me on the night of the ritual, his sentence has been commuted to six years of service to me. Congratulations, Tyr, you are now officially on detached service to the Royal Guard as my batman and valet. Quite a step up for a lad of your background."

Tyra was confused beyond words. Her eyes shot from the mage's grin, to Mary Anne's beaming smile, to the papers on the desk. She gleaned the truth of the mage's words from the fresh documents, and also, that the mage's name was Tim Summers. It struck her as an oddly unassuming name for a magician. At last, she dared to speak, "What service? Did you lie for me? Aren't I to be executed for desertion?"

"Not unless you insist upon it, no," said Tim, laughing.

Tyra stared at him in disbelief. Her eyes started to water of their own accord. "But how," asked Tyra, "And why would you go to such lengths to spare me?"

"Well, for one thing," leered Tim insolently, "you're a spectacular beauty." His reply made Tyra blush and be painfully aware of her nudity. He continued in a more somber tone, "I need someone in my corner. Someone I can depend upon without reservation. You are that someone. If you were to betray me, or fail me, you will be outed as a deserter and tortured to death. Thus, I am assured of your loyalty."

Tyra gulped. The other shoe was whistling towards the ground. "So, if I displease you, I'm to be executed," she asked cautiously.

"No," said Tim patiently, "Not if you displease me, but if you betray me. People might approach you and ask you to do seemingly innocent things, or even openly ask you to spy on me. If you do anything against me, you will fall from my protection, and let me assure you, Tyr, no one in the Royal Guard but me, will so much as lift a finger to stop you from being executed. Years may pass, and they will give you firm promises of a pardon, but they will not keep them."

Tyra knew the truth of Tim's claims. "That says how you will be assured of my loyalty," Tyra searched his eyes, "but not why you would take such a risk for me."

"You speak and read Sylvan," Tim started counting on his fingers, "you can tell the difference between several types of runes, you can turn into a sorceress, you are discreet, yet nosy enough to find out about a secret ritual and, most importantly, no one in this camp has any idea that you can do any of these things. You are going to be my valet, my spy, my sorcerous assistant and our lover."

"I'm not a sorceress, and I don't turn into anything," said Tyra sadly, "And, besides, all these papers are for Tyr, and I am no longer he, am I?"

Tim gave her a cryptic smile and indicated a chair. She sat down and he sat opposite her. Mary Anne hummed as she attended to their breakfast. Tim explained to Tyra that she was a werewyf, a man that turned into a woman and that her female form was endowed with a small amount of sorcerous power. Tyra found it hard to concentrate on his words while Mary Anne's nude, delectable rear was in her field of vision, right behind Tim, but she caught the gist of his small lecture.

"I assure you," said Tyra, when Tim stopped talking, "I am not a sorceress and I cannot turn back into a man, either."

"You are and you can," insisted Tim, "I performed some divination rituals upon you while you slept. I will teach you to turn back into Tyr as soon as we finish breakfast. Also, your female name will from now on be Tie-ruh, instead of Tea-ruh. I don't want any confusion between your boy and girl names. Is that all right, Tyra," he asked with the new pronunciation and Tyra nodded.

Tyra's mind raced a mile a minute as she contemplated the implications of Tim's claims. She definitely could do the spying and valet duties, but she was a little dubious on the sorcery and turning back into Tyr.

Breakfast was an opulent and delicious spread, and the three of them made short work of it. Afterwards, Tim sat Tyra down on a comfortable blanket and insisted she drink a potion he prepared. Very quickly, Tyra began to feel drowsy and tired. Tim insisted she focus on his voice and things began to fall out of Tyra's mind, one by one. She listened to Tim's voice and focused solely on his words, urging her to relax and let go.

After a while, Tim began giving her instructions and she imagined herself standing naked. Tim urged her to imagine a rope sticking out of her navel and that she should imagine it pulled, but not with her own arms. Tyra couldn't make sense of it, but her imagination complied with the instructions.

As Tyra focused on the image of an invisible, intangible rope sticking out of her navel and being pulled, she became terribly disoriented. There was no pain, but she felt like her skin was being turned inside out, while all her insides stayed roughly at the same place in her body, just changed a bit. The sensation was so alien and uncomfortable, only the need for it to end could be felt. Instinctively, the process accelerated.

Tyr took a deep breath and found himself sitting on the blanket, naked and alert. His eyes almost instantly strayed down to see his one and only pride and joy, sitting flaccid in his lap. Reflexively, he covered his dick with both hands. He blushed as he looked up at the faces of Tim and Mary Anne.

Tim's face was placid and unreadable to Tyr. Mary Anne sported a wide smile, and Tyr thought she must be about to point and laugh at him, like all the other girls he ever met did. Instead, Mary Anne exclaimed, "Wow! You're cute!"

Tyr blushed even more. He was still not sure if the girl was being honest, or setting him up for a bigger fall later on. "Stand up," ordered Tim. Tyr stood on shaky legs, still covering his manhood with both hands. The others circled him and appraised his body, making him supremely uncomfortable.

"So many scars," said Mary Anne, with sadness in her voice.

Finally, Tim stood before him and ordered him to show him his nails. Tyr did so reluctantly, and Mary Anne's eyes lingered on his dick. She smiled an even bigger smile.

"Those just won't do," muttered Tim. He turned away and went to rummage through a chest nearby. Tyr's hands shot back down to his crotch. With the mage out of his face, all of his attention was turned to the tiny, but stacked, beautiful blonde smiling at him. His cock was growing harder with every heartbeat and his hands trying to push it down were not helping at all.

Tyr was mortified when Mary Anne looked down and saw his meat lifting his hands away from his body. "Thank you," she said with a hint of a giggle, "I'm flattered." Tyr's face felt so red, he wanted to fan it to cool it. "May I see it," she inquired, politely.

Tyr had no idea how to respond to that so he just stood there mutely. Mary Anne stepped right before him and tilted her head back to look him in the eye. When her hand brushed his thigh, he flinched, but remained in place. She touched one of his hands and pulled it upwards, until it was parked on her breast. Tyr moaned as he rubbed her firm, but supple tit. His other hand went to her other tit of its own accord.

Mary Anne closed her eyes and moaned in appreciation of the tentative touch. "Touch them like I touched yours last night," she instructed. Tyr nodded and complied. Her hands found his rock hard cock and began to explore it. She took a half step back and lowered her face to look. "You have a pretty cock," she said as she grasped it firmly and gave it a few strokes.

Tyr let loose and began to work her tits in earnest, causing her to step out of his reach with a hiss of displeasure. Tyr pulled his arms back as if they were burned. Mary Anne looked at Tyr's misshapen nails with a frown. 

Tim set a bowl of water on the table and interrupted them. "Come here, Tyr," he ordered, indicating a chair, "and put your fingers in this bowl." Tyr sat on the chair and put his fingers into the water. "Keep your fingers in the bowl until I tell you that you can take them out. Do you understand," Tim asked.

Tyr nodded, distracted by the sight of Mary Anne crawling under the table. Tim sat in the chair next to him. "Don't mind her," he ordered, "just focus on keeping your fingers submerged inside this bowl." Tyr sat up straight in his chair as he felt her fingers slowly walking up his legs.

"Tell me true," said Tim quietly, "You're a virgin, aren't you?"

Tyr was focusing on keeping his fingers submerged and that took a lot of effort, since the blonde was now parting his knees and running both of her hands close to his balls. Finally, Tyr remembered the question and shook his head "no".

"Oh," said Tim, surprised, "how many girls have you been with, then?"

Tyr squealed, as the girl grasped his shaft.

Tim leaned in close and whispered in Tyr's ear, "Keep your fingers in the bowl. How many pretty maiden's mouths has that cock of yours been in?"

Mary Anne took a long, languid swipe of the underside of Tyr's cock with her tongue and Tyr shouted with a cracking voice, "None!"

Tim tapped the bowl, refocusing Tyr on keeping his fingers in it. "How many pussies has it been in," asked Tim.

"None," exhaled Tyr.

"Did you hear that," asked Tim of Mary Anne. "You are to be his first."

Tyr looked down at her face in his lap. She gave him a beaming smile and looked him in the eye. She slowly licked around the crown of his cock, and Tyr flinched in delight. "I'm so proud to be your first, Tyr," she said and swallowed the head of his cock.

Tyr shuddered from head to toe at the sensations her warm, cavernous mouth made on his cock. Tim pinched the backs of his hands to keep him from lifting them out of the bowl. Mary Anne tentatively began to slide her delicate face down his shaft, but quickly returned to pleasuring the head of his cock with her tongue and lips and stroking his shaft with both hands.

Tyr was in heaven. He never thought he could ever feel so good in his life. He looked down to make sure he wasn't just dreaming it all up. Her shapely lips were stretched thin around his cock, and both her tiny hands moved up and down his shaft with plenty of room. She made his cock look humungous and he felt a fire ignite in his belly. Soon, the fire, stoked by her rhythmic tugs on his manhood, spread up his spine in tiny, little needle pricks of pleasure and Tyr's whole body stiffened. He came with a shout and unloaded his seed inside her hot, wet mouth.

Tyr gulped air to reclaim his breath, while she made him shudder with slow, light licks on the most sensitive parts of his glans. His cock was still hard and he felt her swallow. He looked down and saw that his seed was nowhere to be seen. She must have swallowed it, just like he did with the guardsmen the other night. He remembered how humiliated that made him feel then, and he began to feel bad for having made her feel the same now.

Mary Anne let his cock pop out of her mouth. She gave it a lingering lick and looked him in the eye, smiling. She waggled her brow at him and crawled out from under the table with a playful giggle. She hugged him and gave him a quick peck on the cheek, before asking, "Did you like that?"

Tyr nodded. He really did like getting a blowjob, and he suddenly decided that, if she didn't mind him cumming on her tongue, then he didn't mind it either. He smiled at her.

"You can take them out now," said Tim, referring to Tyr's fingers in the bowl. Tyr looked at his raised fingers and inhaled sharply. His nails were gone, only pale pink flesh remained. There was no pain. Tim brandished an opened tin of salve, "Hold them out steady." Tim applied the salve on the ends of Tyr's fingers. "Now, you mustn't touch anything with your fingers for an hour or so, and then you'll have perfect nails that don't scratch breasts. Alright?"

Tyr nodded and held his hands up at shoulder height. Mary Anne took hold of his wrists, and said, "You can't sit there like that for an hour. Your arms will come off at the shoulders. Come, I'll help you to the bed. You can lie there with them," she gave a pointed look at his fingers, "safe on a pillow."

She tugged him upright and led him backwards to the bed. Tyr blushed anew as his erection bobbed between them with each step. He was torn between dread and delight at the thought of his cock brushing up against her soft tummy. Finally, he bumped up against the bed frame and sat down on the soft, silk sheets.

Mary Anne arranged the covers for him to be able to stretch out comfortably. She put small, thick cushions to the sides so he could rest his wrists on them and keep his fingers from touching anything and ruining the healing process. Tyr gave a sigh of contentment. His mind was still reeling to process all the kindness he was being subjected to.

He looked upon the angelic visage of his blonde lover and his brow bunched. He recognized the expression on her face. It was one of mischief. Her smile grew wider as his eyes widened. She waggled a finger at him and admonished, "Remember you can't touch anything!" Tyr looked to both of his hands and realized he couldn't possibly rise from the bed without contaminating the healing salves. He really wanted to have healthy, ordinary nails.

He relaxed into the bed, but shot the girl a dark glare. She laughed. "I have you now, my pretty," she drawled, "and guess what I'm going to do to you!" After Tyr shook his head, she sat on his belly, her soft thighs too short for her to kneel astride him. She leaned over him and let her huge tits swing above his face, just out of reach. "I'm going to take your cherry from you, Tyr," she said and giggled.

Tyr swallowed nervously. The smiling blonde walked down his body on her knees until she sat astride his erection. She slowly rubbed the front of her pussy up and down the underside of his shaft. They moaned in unison. She looked him in the eye as she crouched above his erect shaft. Tyr wanted nothing more than to feel her pussy all around him. For what seemed like an eternity, she waited as his impatience mounted. Just as he was about to beg for it, she lowered herself.

Tyr's whole body tensed. His breath was a hiss of delight as he felt the hot, wet, tight cavern of Mary Anne's pussy engulf his most sensitive flesh. Down she slid on his shaft and up strained his hips until her ass was seated on his lap. She began sliding up and down and Tyr felt his orgasm build rapidly. He would pop any time now. Mary Anne once again displayed her hidden talent as she slid all the way down and began to grind her hips all around. She was moaning in delight, rubbing all her pleasure points on Tyr's hard meat. Tyr was groaning in frustration. He needed an up and down motion to cum.




Tyr and Tyra Ch. 02



Mary Anne kept grinding until she came. Tyr thought he would cum from the squeezing, but he did not. His cock was so hard, he could feel everything inside Mary Anne. He let out a frustrated growl. She smiled in response and pulled her hair from her sweaty brow. 

She resumed her grinding and again Tyr was held back from cumming. "Are you going to torture me again," he shouted. Her only reply was her enchanting smile. Tyr closed his eyes and concentrated on the sensations of pleasure to try and will himself to cum. Soon, she came again, her skin flushed and covered in goose bumps. Tyr growled on the very edge of orgasm.

The bed shifted and Tyr opened his eyes to see Tim naked and standing behind Mary Anne on the bed. "Naughty girl," he chided, "teasing him like that and it's his first time. Bad, bad girl." Mary Anne laughed breathlessly. "No worries, friend," said Tim to Tyr, "I'll help you!" With that, he grasped the girl under her arms and began to lift and lower her on Tyr's cock.

Tyr was taken slightly aback with this turn of events, but even the presence of another man's cock in bed with him could not detract from the tightness of Mary Anne's pussy sliding up and down his shaft. His mind blanked in ecstasy as his body twisted upwards. With each spurt of his seed, his pleasure increased and he screamed aloud. When he finished, he was barely hanging on to wakefulness. In a post-orgasmic state between sleep and consciousness, he found his own heaven, and it was his dick in Mary Anne's pussy.

He missed what the two of them were saying, but he was soon roused from his little half-nap by the feeling of her hand stroking his shaft. He was thoroughly exhausted, but when her lips and tongue joined the effort, he felt his cock get hard again. When he was completely hard, she took her mouth off. Tyr watched as she aimed his erection upwards and lowered herself on it, ever so slowly. He gasped as his sensitive cock was overstimulated. After she had lowered herself all the way down, she stopped and leaned forward, her nipples touching Tyr's navel.

Tim knelt behind her and began to push his meat into her ass. Mary Anne squealed in delight. Deeper and deeper Tim went, and Tyr could feel the other man's erection through the wall of her pussy. He could even tell how deep inside Mary Anne the ridge of Tim's foreskin was. Maybe it was because of his recent experiences, maybe it was the ecstasy on the blonde's face, but Tyr did not find himself disgusted by the touch of another man's balls against his own.

"Are you ready, my pet," asked Tim. Mary Anne nodded eagerly and the two men began to buck into her body in unison. The blonde gasped and panted in ecstasy and soon started to cum. Her body shuddered as best as it could, sandwiched between the men fucking her. The men rammed her and she kept cumming, squealing in orgasm until her voice broke. Semen spilled out of her all over the bed, but the men plowed on in unison, each of them cumming a few times themselves. Their cocks had no problem staying hard inside her.

After a while, Tyr lost his strength. His cock was softening with each of Tim's pumps and he slipped out of Mary Anne's overworked cunt. The girl used to opportunity to collapse against his chest and Tim pulled out of her ass with an audible pop. Tim sat back on his haunches and waved his arm. Pitchers of water floated to the bed and he grabbed one to drink. 

"Be a dear," he said to Tyr, "and give her a drink, hmm?"

Tyr gingerly took hold of the other pitcher and lowered it to her lips. Mary Anne started to slowly sip the cool, refreshing water. After a few minutes, she seemed reinvigorated and she sat up to take the pitcher herself and neatly drain it. Her eyes gleamed with mischief once again. Tim handed Tyr his pitcher of water and Tyr took a healthy gulp. He realized the water was sweet and scented, but he had never had anything like it.

Tim read the question on his face and said, "It's a potion that replenishes energy. Have some, and then you'll fuck Mary Anne's ass." Tyr's eyebrows rose as he swallowed. Mary Anne smiled at him and he quickly drained the rest of it. If a willing woman's ass was offered, Tyr was certainly going to partake of it. He idly noticed his nails were perfect, but Mary Anne was sitting in Tim's lap and her ass looked extra inviting. He knelt between Tim's legs and aimed his cock into her ass.

As he started to press in, she reached around and put her hand against his belly. "Just go slow," she said, before adding, "At first." Tyr nodded and kept up the pressure on her anus. The loosened sphincter gave way almost immediately and Tyr started to sink in without resistance. She was screaming bloody murder at the rapid intrusion, so he stopped. Mary Anne was panting rapidly. Tim looked over her shoulder at Tyr's guilty face.

"It's alright, Tyr," he said, "You're just a little too impatient. Go slowly and enjoy her."

Tyr nodded. He cast a nervous glance at the tent and asked, "Hasn't half the camp heard us just now?"

"No," laughed Tim, "The tent's enchanted. We can't hear out and they can't hear in."

"Hey," bellowed Mary Anne with a voice that belied her short stature, "What am I, chopped liver?! Less lecturing, more fucking!"

The men exchanged a smiling look and restarted their penetrations of her. Tyr soon lost control of his rhythm. He couldn't help it. Her ass was so tight with Tim's cock inside of her, Tyr's cock just took over. Mary Anne's cries of pleasure rose in intensity and pitch as Tyr's strokes quickened. A heat was brewing at the end of his cock and it shot up his spine to his whole being as he stiffened and shook his seed inside her ass. Mary Anne felt the heat of fresh semen inside herself and came with a scream as well. The contractions of her pussy set Tim off and all three of them were joined in a union of ecstasy for a few moments.

Tyr's cock softened and he rolled over to lie beside Tim. Tim's cock slipped out of the girl and she slid down to lie on his other side, clinging to his chest. Tim looked down at his hard cock. "I'm still game," he said.

"I'm pooped," murmured Mary Anne into his bicep. "Speaking of which..." She got up and jogged to the sectioned off part of the tent that contained the commode.

Tim rolled over to face Tyr and his cock touched the boy's thigh. "You're up," he said, good naturedly.

"Um, uhh," stammered Tyr, shaken by the sudden development. "I'm tired too." He wasn't lying, he was truly exhausted.

"Yes," said Tim, smiling and stroking Tyr's hair, "Yes, you are. But Tyra won't be! Turn back into a girl, Tyr." Before Tyr could object, he added, "That's an order! You can do it right quick. Later, I'll teach you to tie a mental knot in your rope so you don't transform accidentally, or in your sleep, but right now you can do it with a thought."

Tyr closed his eyes and tried his best to ignore the hot, hard meat against his lower abdomen as he tried to recall the image of the rope in his navel. Surprisingly, he felt like something was truly there, and before his conscious mind could process it, his rope was pulled and he turned into Tyra, accompanied by a brief and very unsettling sensation.

Tim grasped the back of Tyra's head and pulled her in for a kiss. His tongue parted Tyra's lips and massaged her own. His hands roamed over her svelte form until they climbed higher and cupped her big breasts. His touch on them was deft and Tyra was soon aroused. She started to kiss him back and her hands roamed over his back, lightly marking his skin.

The two made out for a few minutes, until his touch on her tits drove her mad with desire. She rolled him over and climbed up. She grasped his cock and very slowly lowered herself upon it. She felt each and every vein and ridge on his shaft. Tim decided she was too slow so he reached up and pulled her down by the nipples. Tyra yelped in pain and lowered herself all the way down and leaned forward to abate the shooting pain in her bosom. 

Tim groaned as she squeezed him and he started to buck into her. He tenderly caressed her molested breasts. Tyra ground herself like Mary Anne did on Tyr's cock and she quickly lost control and came hard, all over Tim's cock. Tim tried to urge her to bounce upon his cock, but Tyra remained rooted to his hips and ground away, determined to bring herself as much pleasure as she could.

"Naughty girl," chided Mary Anne. "I come back from the bathroom to find you stealing my moves. That merits some punishment." Mary Anne leaned heavily against Tyra's back, forcing her to lean forward a bit and pressed her pinkie against the brunette's anus. Tyra tensed up, but the finger was well lubricated, and slipped inside without much delay. 

Tyra started to move away from the finger threatening to compromise the integrity of her sphincter. Tim groaned in delight, "Yeah, Mary Anne, make the bitch ride me!" The blonde replaced her pinkie in the brunette's ass with two fingers that she started to work in and out of the girl. Tyra moved her body up and down Tim's shaft in rhythm with the anal penetration she was receiving. It seemed to her that Mary Anne was fucking Tim using Tyra's body as her instrument of pleasure. The thought of being a toy for the two of them exhilarated Tyra. She started to moan.

"Fuck me, use me, fucking use me," she babbled over and over again.

"Oh, I'll use you, alright," said Mary Anne with a malevolent chuckle. Her fingers pressed against the front of Tyra's bowels and Tim could feel them tickling the most sensitive part of his cock, just under his glans. 

"Fuck, yeah, baby," he exclaimed as he exploded inside Tyra's pussy. The blonde kept massaging his cock through the brunette's bowels and his orgasm seemed to be stronger and longer than ever before. The blonde saw that Tyra was about ready to pop so she stroked her clit and Tyra rewarded her effort with a veritable flood of her and Tim's juices being expelled from her pussy in orgasm. "Oh, yeah," said Tim, dreamily, "You cum hard, don't you?" His cock slipped out of her and he lay back. He heaved a contented sigh and looked about ready to sleep. He peeked at the girls above him.

Mary Anne had pulled her fingers out of Tyra, slowly, making the brunette twitch in delight and agony with each little tug. Tyra lay down beside Tim. The blonde grabbed her by the hair and stared in her eyes long and hard. The only sound in the tent was that of Tyra's heavy breathing. Mary Anne brought her fingers up for the two of them to see. Tyra's brow drew down. Tim watched as Mary Anne took her index finger and slowly licked it clean of Tyra's bowels. After she judged she was done, she held up her middle finger before Tyra's eyes.

Tim guessed Mary Anne wanted to see shock or disgust on Tyra's face, but the girl had already licked cocks that had come fresh from her own bowels, so the blonde's dainty finger gave her no pause. Tyra smiled and took all of the blonde's finger into her mouth, sucking and licking it clean. Mary Anne laughed and said, "You really are a dirty girl. I love it!"

Tim closed his eyes and let sleep claim him as the girls lay down on either side of him. Neither girl was tired, but they chose to lie next to their man and bask in the afterglow of orgasm together. With her head on Tim's chest and Mary Anne smiling at her, Tyra felt like she had found a home. It was right there in bed, in the puddle of their sex juices. And these two were her new family.



Tyr and Tyra



Tyr was easily held down on his elbows and knees and the sergeant put his cock next to the entrance to Tyr's pussy. He started to push in and Tyr keened in humiliation as he was penetrated by the head of the man's cock. "Fuck," exclaimed the sergeant, "The cunt's so tight! And dry!" The sergeant pulled out and Tyr could hear him spit. Just a Tyr breathed a sigh of relief, something wet started to tickle his arsehole. Tyr's head raised in shock and the men holding him in place started stroking his breasts and ass.

The finger played with his arsehole for a while, but then it wandered south and Tyr felt like his balls were being tickled. He realized his pussy lips were being parted and the finger felt really good right there. A hand snaked over his belly and tickled his bush. The caresses on his tits felt really good and Tyr soon felt like he was getting a boner, only it was his pussy that was getting engorged, and wet. The finger behind him entered his pussy, eliciting a sharp inhalation of breath that the men heard. They laughed and exclaimed that Tyra was going to love the fucking she was about to receive.

Tyr let go of his shame and pain. There was nothing he could do to stop these men. The sergeant penetrated him with his hard meat and Tyr found the contact to be not entirely unenjoyable. The sergeant soon established a fast rhythm of pushing into Tyr and pulling almost all the way out. Tyr felt like he was getting a handjob. A spark of spite ignited inside him and he decided to fuck with these men's heads, just as they were fucking his new body. He knew, from his childhood on the fief, that these bullies enjoyed only one thing in life; the misery of others. He was going to pretend to enjoy the rape and deny them their pleasure.

His course laid out in front of him, Tyr found his resolve and moaned like he had heard whores sometimes did. He began to shift his hips around like they did on their own with the werewolf and found that that made the proceedings truly enjoyable. He began moaning in pleasure for real and bucked back into the sergeant who had all but stopped thrusting. All the adrenaline powering Tyr's fear had started to power his pleasure instead. Tyr could hear above his moans the barely suppressed snickers of the men around him.

"Shut up," bellowed the sergeant, and pulled out of Tyr. Tyr's ass wiggled a bit, trying to reclaim the missing meat, but Tyr was still held down. The sergeant pressed his slimy meat against Tyr's arsehole and Tyr froze in confusion. The pressure on his arsehole soon turned painful and Tyr involuntarily struggled to get away from it. The men laughed as the sergeant's cock pushed past Tyr's ring and Tyr wailed in agony at the burning pain.

"Not so happy now, are you, bitch," snarled the sergeant. He began to roughly shove his meat in and out of Tyr's formerly virgin ass. The sound of the slaps of his stomach against Tyr's ass dominated the small room. Tyr's eyes were tearing up and his ears throbbed in sync with the rough anal fucking that was jolting his whole body. After a while, he realized the sergeant was holding himself deep inside his bowels and twitching and a new sensation of liquid heat in him told Tyr the man had cum.

Tyr let out a breath he had been holding for a long time and drew a deep one. The sergeant's softening cock was still stuck inside him. "Her arse is so tight boys," said the sergeant, "Come on! You all have to work her out a bit!" He gave Tyr a slap on his buttocks as his cock finally slipped out of him.

Tyr felt such a relief from the horrible, burning pain in his arsehole that he almost felt giddy with ecstasy. He was troubled to realize that his pussy was still engorged and dripping wet, despite the anal rape. Tyr had little time to dwell on the confusing emotions of shame and hate that were consuming him as the sergeant traded places with a man that was holding him down and now a fresh cock was poised at Tyr's arsehole.

The man penetrated him with a grunt, and Tyr wailed again. The burning pain was less now, as the man wasn't as wide as the sergeant and his skin didn't burn Tyr's arsehole as it passed. "Heh," grunted the new rapist, "tha bitch's luvin' it, Sarge, yer cum's made 'er all wet 'n' all!" The men laughed.

Tyr lost the strength to resist and passively endured the rape. By the time the man had finished, Tyr realized his arsehole had relaxed and it no longer really hurt. It was more of an uncomfortable pressure, than agony. The third man stepped up and slid his hot, hard meat into Tyr and Tyr actually found himself growing tight in the chest and stomach. He recognized the feelings from earlier and was stunned to realize he might come from such brutal treatment.

When he heard his latest rapist spit, Tyr lifted his head and peaked back at him. The men laughed and one said, "She's givin' ye tha fish eye!"

Tyr was shocked to feel the man's fingers on his pussy and he now felt like his balls were tickled. As the man moved his fingers, Tyr felt like his cock head was touched all over it's most sensitive parts by a hundred tiny fingers pressed together. Tyr tried to buck away from the touch, but he was held down. The combination of the penetration and teasing on his clit was driving him to orgasm and Tyr screamed aloud in soul rending denial.

The men laughed. "Tha bitch is luvin' it," one exclaimed.

Tyr's reeling mind grasped instinctively at the straw of salvation. Yes, they were right, Tyr wasn't loving this rape, but Tyra, the whore, obviously was. "I'm Tyra," exclaimed Tyr. The men laughed some more and jeered their comrade onwards. Tyr began chanting his new name in time with the thrusts of his rapist and soon came at the same time as he felt a fresh dollop of heat in his bowels. The pleasure was immense, and Tyr wailed as heat danced across his skin and his muscles twitched. 

The man in his ass groaned loudly, "She's squeezing me! So tuh-ight!" he was soon replaced by the last one, the one that cleaned his nails earlier. He looked dangerous and deadly, even more so than the others. The beard lent his appearance a savage quality. His cock teased Tyr's arsehole and then slid lower and he started to penetrate Tyr's pussy slowly, making him feel each millimeter of penetration. Tyr moaned in frustration for what seemed to him to be an eternity until he finally felt the man's balls next to his clit.

The man started to plunge in and out of Tyr's sopping wet pussy and Tyr soon started to buck as he came again. The man stopped and let out an appreciative sigh as he felt Tyr's pussy muscles squeeze his entire length. After Tyr caught his breath, the man resumed his fucking, accelerating his vigorous thrusts every second, until he was sliding in and out so fast that Tyr's whole body was shaking despite still being held down. The man's balls played a number on Tyr's clit and Tyr felt himself coming close to yet another orgasm.

The man somehow sensed this and slid his meat out of Tyr and roughly penetrated the girl's arsehole. Tyr screamed in delight and agony and came as soon as he felt the man go balls deep and shudder in ecstasy. He shut his eyes and enjoyed the latest climax his female body was producing.

Tyr thought he was done, but the sergeant grabbed him by the hair and raised his head. "So, girl," said the sergeant, stroking his erection, "Are you gonna be good to us now?"

Tyr's brow twitched in confusion. They already took turns raping him, what more could they want? He opened his eyes and looked around at the men, still sporting hard-ons and leering at his body. "Yes," he croaked, then cleared his throat, "I'll be a good little whore for you."

The men smiled, let him go and actually patted his back in approval. The sergeant motioned for Tyr to get up off the bed and sat down himself. He stopped pulling on his dick and gestured at it. "Then be a good little whore, girly, and get to work."

Now Tyr knelt down in front of the sergeant and tried to think real hard on what he used to like to do to himself back when he was a man. He reached out and took hold of the man's cock and began stroking it. He hated himself for doing it. The sergeant closed his eyes and moaned in appreciation after Tyr spat in his palms several times and tried again. He took a furtive look at the other three men who were watching him with renewed interest. The last of the rapists, Mr. Beardy McNonchalance, who had cleaned his nails with a dagger previously, regarded Tyr with dark eyes. Tyr gulped nervously. He had heard about some men who liked to kill women after having sex with them, and this guy definitely looked the part.

Tyr's dark thoughts were interrupted by the sergeant's voice instructing him to use his mouth. Deep inside Tyr, his self hatred died quietly. Without consciously thinking about it, he leaned forward, feeling his breasts touch the man's thighs, and rubbed his full lips over the man's cock. This elicited a groan from the man and Tyr opened his lips and took the head of the cock into his mouth. He ran his tongue everywhere he thought the man might like and did his level best to produce as much saliva as he could. He kept stroking the shaft and making sure the head didn't press against his throat, but rather the insides of his cheeks. Tyr kept his breaths short and shallow, lest he retch at the stench coming off the sergeant's balls so close to his nose. His disgust went away.

After a short while, the sergeant started to moan and came with a grunt, his seed exploding against the back of Tyr's tongue, nearly making him gag. He swallowed the hot, salty, buttery stuff he had not tasted since he was first starting to masturbate and got curious. Tyr licked the underside of the cock's head and the piss hole with gentle laps of his tongue and then let the softening cock slip out of his lips. He swallowed again and licked his lips. His lips felt so soft and licking them felt nice.

As Tyr looked up at the sergeant's eyes and the approving smile the man gave him, something inside Tyr broke. "You're such a good, little whore," said the sergeant in honest admiration and Tyr felt a desire to be dead take root in his heart. What was done to him before was rape, but what he had just done, was something else entirely. The sergeant gently mussed up Tyr's short locks and the broken thing inside Tyr's mind died. His eyes went blank for but an instant. "Aren't you a good little whore," inquired the sergeant in a tone one would normally ask a child if it was indeed a child.

The girl at his feet looked straight ahead without seeing for a few heartbeats and then raised her eyes to look into his. "Yes," said Tyra, "I'm a good, little whore."

A guard sat next to the sergeant and touched Tyra's chin to turn her face towards him and his hard cock sticking out of his breeches. "Well, be a good li'l whore an' do us a nice one," he said amicably.

Tyra slid over to him and took up his hard cock by it's base and held it up so she could run her tongue up and down his underside in long, lazy, wet licks. The man groaned and Tyra barely suppressed a smile. She enveloped his head with her mouth and ran her tongue all over it. She pursed her lips tight around the man's shaft and ran them up and down, forcing the man's cock to slide along the inside of her cheeks. Soon, he grunted and came with a shout. Tyra swallowed his cum and cleaned his cock without objection.

The third man followed the same procedure and, despite the soreness of her jaw, Tyra turned towards the bearded fourth as soon as she swallowed. After a few wet licks, she took the head of his cock in her mouth and felt his hand on the back of her neck. The man pressed her head down and his cock rammed into the back of her throat. As she started to gag, the hot, hard meat went into her throat and nearly cut off her air supply. The bearded man laughed.

She pushed against the pallet with all her might and got her head to rise up until the head of the cock was all but out of her mouth. Just as she was going to sick up, the man roughly shoved her head down, demonstrating that he was in full control, and completely cut off her air supply. Her sick up largely went back down, but some got into her airway. She started to cough incessantly. The bearded man moaned in appreciation. Her throat was burning with bile and convulsing against her will in time with the bearded guard's thrusts. Saliva and snot were running copiously in and out of her throat, plugging up any hole air might come through. Her lungs were burning with a pressing need for air, while her stomach still clenched itself to expel the intruder in her throat. 

By the time she thought she might try to bite the rock hard cock that was being used as the instrument of her execution, she could no longer feel her jaw. She heard the sergeant bark out an order, but spots formed around the edges of Tyra's vision and she slowly lost all her senses, one by one. She came to with a shuddering gasp as she felt the bearded man's cum streak her face. She coughed and retched and fought to get some air in her lungs, while the bearded lout wiped his cock all over her face.

Finally, the men left, telling her she could stay there for the night. "We'll even leave you this candle," said the sergeant as he closed the door. Tyra kept coughing and gasping for what seemed like an eternity to her. When she finally got her breathing in check, she wiped the tears from her eyes and took a good look around herself. 

The place was left bare by it's previous residents. Her limbs were shaking with the cold and adrenaline, so she climbed onto the pallet and pulled the patched up blankets with holes in them over herself as best she could. The last thought that went through her traumatized mind before sleep claimed her was, "Could I turn back into a man?"