Request - The Chosen One

Man, I have not been feeling motivated to write lately.

But that's behind us now, so I should finish my request queue soon, then I'll type up this month's sub-only cap, then I'll (hopefully) be able to type up the Changing Room sequel I have in mind.

This is yet another request from the anon who requested Channel Hopping and Godly Power. Enjoy!

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Sir Gadalan had heard whispers, whispers of a great and powerful weapon. A weapon capable of destroying any evil force: the Lupine Blade. It was said to draw its power from the moon and use it to strike down the foes of its wielder. If the kingdom ever needed such a blade, it was now, with the dark forces of Lord Arandon approaching. However, the blade could only be wielded by the purest of hearts, the strongest of spirits. As such, in the dead of night, when Arandon’s deathly gaze was focussed on the war elsewhere, Sir Gadalan began his quest.

It was a long and dangerous journey, full of monsters and magic. He knew he had to go completely unseen, lest he be reported to Arandon, and the forces of the Dark World would descend upon him to prevent him from ever reaching his goal.

Finally, after eight long months of toil and trudgery, he had arrived. His armour had rusted, and the only food he had left was a single watermelon which, miraculously, was still good. Wolves had occasionally come to him, as they were wont to do, and brought him news of Arandon’s conquest. It seemed he had, by now taken over the kingdom - in fact, by now, the inn that Gadalan had stayed in exactly one week ago fell within the boundaries of the empire, and Arandon himself now led the charge armada - straight towards Gadalan. Knowing that there was no time to spare, Gadalan knelt down, with some effort thanks to the rust, lifted his visor, and saw before him his prize: sunken impossibly into solid rock was the Lupine Blade. Before it lay a long, purple-pink scabbard, which was somehow immaculate, despite having lain here, exposed to the elements, for countless years.

Casting his stiff, clunky gauntlets to one side, he grasped the hilt with both hands, and concentrated solely on acquisition of the blade, and the reasons for which he wanted it. He was so focussed that he didn’t even notice that, the moment he clamped his hands around the blade, his armour dissipated, revealing the chain mail and trousers he wore beneath before they, too, vanished, leaving him wearing a vest, underwear and socks. He tugged on the sword and it budged a tiny bit, and his hair began to grow slowly down to his shoulders as it turned white. He felt a tingling all over his body, but ignored it, and was only vaguely aware of his face shrinking and becoming… well, cute is really the only word for it. Beneath his newly-grown hair, his ears shrank away and Gadalan was momentarily deaf, before his hearing returned, better than before, with the growth of two large, triangular wolf ears on top of his head. All of his body hair then simply vanished, leaving his skin smooth and perfect. His arms shrank and his nails lengthened, becoming claw-like, yet Gadalan’s strength did not fade; in fact, the sword felt closer than ever to release. His stomach flattened out, his muscles losing their appearance but not their power, and his vest turned a vivid pink and pulled up from his stomach to reveal not only this, but also that his waist now had an inward curve to it. A tickling sensation appeared from just above his butt, and he shifted his position slightly as wolf’s tail forced its way out, wagging happily from side to side. His ass began expanding, becoming round, as his hips pulled out to the sides. Gadalan’s underwear changed into the same shade of ink as his top and began to shrink up off of his legs, becoming quite tight and revealing that Gadalan was now a woman. The blade came a bit looser with that. Gadalan’s socks, too, changed colour, and started growing, climbing up her legs and changing them as they went, leaving them quite feminine and curvaceous by the time they had finished their transformation into stockings. Her top’s neckline now plunged - it was clearly a bikini top by now. Gadalan pulled on the sword with all her might as pressure built up in her chest. The more pressure built, the more strength she poured into her efforts, until finally the sword sped out of its mountings and Gadalan raised it high in the air, sunlight glinting beautifully off of the blade, at the same time as the pressure in her chest released, causing two big, bouncy boobs to burst out, filling the bikini top perfectly.

Gabriella looked at her new body and giggled. She was strong now, stronger than before, and incredibly fast, but she was beautiful too. Her determination to vanquish evil remained, but now she felt oddly happy… now, she had the one weapon that could kill Lord Arandon once and for all. She placed the blade in its hilt and ran for the rolling castle where sat her foe. He would taste her wrath, and no more would this land know the dark power of evil!

Then maybe she’d get lunch.