Seeds of Heroism - Chapter 33
Chapter 33 – content >!chastity, genderbending/crossdressing, sexual harassment!<
“If you are done being a bitch,” Aramis wheezed, “then we need to talk about how we’re actually going to get out of here.”
“B-bitch?!” Liriel puffed up her cheeks and sent her foot flying into the foxkin’s crotch one more time. “Why, you, I ought to have done this a long time ago!”
“Liri, he’s right, we need to-”
“You too?” She whirled around and slapped a palm up into his balls.
“Nghhh, that’s not what I meant…” Jim pressed out.
“Oh? Uhm, sorry, Jim. Please, go ahead and say what you wanted to say.”
“Right,” he gasped, doubled over. “We need a plan to get out, and we need to get going soon.” He took another whistling breath. “I think her majesty has only let me out of her sight so early because she received a report from the frontlines.”
“Her majesty, huh?” Aramis interjected from the floor. His balls may hurt but that wouldn’t stop his smug smile.
“*Bruna*, I mean. Guys, this is serious. The report said that Cillia has conquered Roridafiga.”
“Bullshit,” Aramis said.
“The bulwark of the kingdom? How?” Liriel asked, her ears shooting almost straight up.
“I don’t know, but if we want to do something about this war, we need to do it fast. Or there won’t be a Calvino left to save.”
“I’d tell you off for being melodramatic, but if Roridafiga truly has fallen...” Aramis pulled himself up by a chair. “It doesn’t make any sense! Out of the two roads you can lead an army from Cillia into Calvino, they chose the one that’s much better fortified. The south is all fertile plains and quaint little villages. And then they won, just like that?”
“Maybe they’ve got some kind of secret weapon. Does Cillia have a lot of sorceresses?” Jim asked.
“On the contrary, the biggest magic school on the continent, the Royal Institute of Wizardry and Occult Studies, is in Maritofratto. Cillia tried to match it with their Magic Institute of Sorcery and Arcane Investigations, but they were a laughing stock, even before their laboratories were abandoned.”
“Maybe…” Liriel said and slowly tapped her forehead. “Maybe, this von Haller guy developed something, some spell or artefact that helps Cillia conquer their neighbours. Jim, remember back at the dinner the queen invited us to, she thanked him for… doing something. I think she said that he empowered her to wage this war?”
“But he seemed so nice when we talked…” Jim muttered.
“If we finally investigate his estate those girls in the Spurting Dragon told us about, maybe we can find out what his deal is, how he’s helping Cillia win.”
“Just so we’re clear, you are proposing we break out of the palace, because, let’s face it, we’re the queen’s prisoners, and instead of lying low or trying to leave the country, you want us to break into a noble’s estate and see what he’s up to?” Aramis asked.
“When you put it like that, maybe we shouldn’t…”
Aramis grinned from ear to ear. “Oh, I’m not against it, I just wanted to make sure I understood you. When do we start?”
“Well, there’s still the matter of actually leaving the palace,” Jim said.
“I’m reasonably sure I found a viable route during my exploration, but even that one isn’t completely unguarded. We would have to find some way to distract or fool the guards…” Aramis said.
As Jim and Aramis deliberated, absorbed in their thoughts, Liriel nervously shifted from foot to foot. Eventually, she artificially coughed.
“Ahem, so, I think I have an idea…”
“You do? That’s great, we-” Jim began.
“But! I don’t think you are going to like it.”
“Huh?” Jim and Aramis both said.
The elf flushed and intently stared down the wall. “M-my idea is that I could use a spell to change how we look. Remember back in Roridafiga, I changed your hair colour? Here, they already know what you look like, so I thought I would go a step further and change your body shape. We could pretend to be maids, if we can find some servant clothes-”
“I can get those easily,” Aramis said and gave a reassuring thumbs up.
“OK…” Jim shook his head. “That’s awesome, Liri! I didn’t know you could do that!”
“That’s the problem…” She awkwardly twirled her fingers. “I can’t, my magic is weak and I don’t have much mana. Unless…”
“Yes?” Jim asked earnestly.
“Well, if I channel more mana, I can compensate for the weakness of the spell, but that would mean I run dry even faster, and so…” She waited for one of the boys to interrupt her, but when they didn’t, she had to finish her sentence. “… I would have to recharge. A lot.”
“OK, sure! How do you do that again?”
“Well, normally you would do… naughty things… with someone…”
“Oh,” Jim said and blushed ferociously.
“But that would, uhm, take some time. But back when we ran from Calvino, the first time Chloe attacked us… do you remember?” Jim nodded. “Well, we bumped into each other and I accidentally hit you… uhm, between your legs.” His eyes lost their lustre and his blush faded as he realized where she was going. “That gave me some mana, not as much as, uhm, doing… stuff…” she said and stared a hole in the wall, “but it was much quicker, so I could probably recharge really quickly if I keep doing that…”
The colour had entirely drained from Jim’s face, even if he felt something in his groin stir. “Is there really no other way?” he asked. God, his mouth was so dry.
“Not if we want to escape tonight…” Liriel answered.
“Oh, OK…” Describing the mood between them as awkward would have been an understatement.
“But you already hit both Aramis and me, wasn’t that enough?”
She shook her head, sending her long ears and blond braid flapping about. “I need much more mana than that. Also, I don’t get as much when I am angry…”
“Right, well, that’s my cue to leave, I suppose!” Aramis said and got up.
“I will need to cast a spell on you as well! Don’t think you won’t get your berries mashed!” Liriel said, drawing a wince from Aramis.
“Err… I’m just gonna go grab us some clothes…” The foxkin chose not to comment on her declaration. The door clicked shut behind him, and Liriel and Jim were alone again. Slowly, awkwardly, they approached each other.
She was so close, he could see where her tears had dried on her face. The braid of her light blond hair must have come undone at some point, thick strands of gold cascading down her neck chaotically. He looked at her for what felt like the first time in ages. Liriel seemed so strong, yet so fragile at the same time. His heart thumped in his chest, urging him to take her and lead her away from this horrible war nonsense, but there was something else inside him. *Slavers and assassins*. Unlike his, her emerald eyes, shimmering like sunlight through a canopy, were fixated entirely on the bulge in his pants.
“Now that we’re alone… what’s that in your pants?”
“Uh? Liri, you’ve seen me naked, it’s just my- Oh.” He paled. “Uhm, the queen put something on me…”
“Bruna did? What did she do to you?” Liriel’s gaze hardened, looking like she barely kept herself from reaching out and just tearing off his pants.
“It’s a chastity cage. She locked up my penis.” He exhaled.
Liriel’s ears perked up. “Oh? Oh, so she locked away your stick… That’s, mhm, interesting.” She smiled at him. “That might actually help! Your stick is so long, it’s always in the way. And kicking your berries doesn’t even make it go down any more. Remember the dance? Maybe Bruna did us a big favour, I might not even have to enchant you to make your stick into a stump!”
He cleared his throat, not wanting to talk about how he really wanted to take this thing off and rub one out. Or even better, have Liriel rub one out for him. God, her small hand would feel so good right now, flying up and down his cock…
Goddamn Bruna, why did she have to go and get him so riled up? “So, how do we do this, do you need to prepare the spell in some way or do we jus- Oof!” While he was talking, she had slammed her open palm up into his right nut. Giggling, she slapped the ball another two times before Jim grasped her shoulders.
“It really likes to bounce, doesn’t it?” she asked, never taking her eyes off his groin.
“Hu-huh?”
“I noticed when Ina handed me your plums in her inn. This one,” she said and grabbed the right nut, painfully pinching it between her fingers, “is really springy, almost like a big rubber ball. See, even if I pinch it really hard,” he grunted in pain, “it goes back to its normal size and shape really quickly!”
She watched the orb reinflate itself under the tight shorts with wiggling ears. “But your left acorn is a lot more squishy.” The elf took the uneven testicle into her hand and closed her palm around it. “When I squeeze it,” she said and focused for a moment as she crushed the ball. “It feels so much softer! It’s almost like my fingers sink really deep into the core of your berry. And when I let go, it’s much slower to reinflate itself. Look,” she said and wiggled her fingers over the misshapen nut, “I can still feel where my fingers dug into it!”
“Uh-huh,” he squeaked and willed himself not slam his legs shut.
Her fist crashed into his right nut and pinned it against his body. “I think that means I should focus on smacking mister Right, but it feels a lot nicer to punch mister Left.” She emphasised her assessment with a punch to his left testicle. “It’s like punching a pillow!” she said and giggled again.
“I think, I think I need to sit down,” he said, looking rather green around the gills.
“Oh! Sure, here, sit on the bed. But take off your pants, so your eggs hang down.” He did as instructed, and Liriel knelt between his legs. With fascination, she watched the metal bars strain to contain the bulging cockmeat, dripping with precum.
“See, if it wasn’t for this thing, you would have to hold it out of the way,” she said and tickled his cock through the bars. “I only wish I could touch it a bit…” She planted a kiss on top of his chastity cage. His hips bucked. He wanted to be inside her so bad.
“Ready?”
He gulped. “No, but go ahead anyway.”
“Haiiyah!” she yelled and threw a straight punch into his right ball. Gut-churning nut ache made him grab the bedsheets, hoping that it would help him cope with the pain. It didn’t feel like it.
“You better! Prepare yourself! This won’t be! Over quickly!” Liriel said between punches.
It felt like her knuckles left a permanent imprint on his testicles. Each punch sent shivers through him, and he focused on the ceiling, which meant that he missed when Liriel sneaked her other hand between her own legs. Soon, the sounds of Liriel striking his right nut as if it was a gong were accompanied by muffled wet squelches coming from her own crotch.
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“Liri! Please, isn’t that enough now? Liri?” It was Jim who now had tears streaming down his face. The elf had stood up at some point, preferring to kick his exposed nuts against the bed frame.
She didn’t answer, instead ramming her foot into his hangers over and over again like a woman possessed. Unabashedly, one hand was in her panties, fingering herself to the nut ache she caused, while the other roughly mashed one of her breasts. With each kick, the tit jiggled and bounced, even as her fingers held and massaged it or rubbed the sensitive tip.
Liriel’s moans of pleasure grew more frequent and higher-pitched, and the force of her kicks increased in strength in tandem. She had long since abandoned her promise to only strike his right nut. She was slamming her instep up into the red and swollen ballbag, and both balls had to absorb the impact, trapped as they were against the bed frame. Nut meat warped and bulged around the elf girl’s delicate foot and provided ample reason for the elf to shlick herself silly.
With a sudden knee strike to his plums, she came. Holding her knee against his nuts, her orgasm rippled through her, mirrored by Jim’s sobbing anguish she was causing him with her knee. As her high came to an end, she lost control of her legs, falling to the floor panting heavily.
After a minute, she pulled herself up onto the bed, next to Jim. “Hah, hah, I think, I got a bit, hah, carried away there… Jim?”
He didn’t answer, just blabbering and wheezing as his eyes rolled around in his sockets, unfocused. Liriel sat up on one arm and leaned over. Planting a kiss on his cheek, she began channelling mana into the various spells she needed to prepare.
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Aramis lay face-down, his ass up in the air as he clutched his empty groin. Thankfully, Jim had been mostly unaware of his surroundings when the foxkin had got his ball pummelled. Shyly, he touched the bumps on his chest. A squeaky moan escaped his lips and he quickly drew them back.
“Were these really necessary, Liri?” he asked with an unfamiliar, high and melodious voice.
“Of course! We need to convince people you’re a girl. Plus, they look good on you,” the elf said and poked at one of Jim’s newly formed breasts. They were temporary, Liriel had assured him, only lasting for about half a day, but the weight on his chest still felt incredibly weird. And why were they so sensitive?! Every touch sent a jolt through his body that more than once had resulted in him involuntarily moaning.
“But if you gave me these… couldn’t you have shrunk my, you know, my stick, so I could take off the cage?” He awkwardly shifted on the spot, unsure if he was hiding or showing off his lengthy dick.
“Don’t be silly, to shrink *that* I would have to use a lot more mana, that would have been a waste. Now, come on, put on the panties,” she answered happily. In her hand were a pair of frilly, pink panties.
“There is just no way I will wear those!” Jim protested.
“Oh, just try them on. Your detained stick will just make them bulge out a bit, and your plums… they can just hang out the sides.”
“Then what’s the point of wearing underwear?”
“We need to cover our bases, who knows when that will be important. Do you want everyone to see your leaky cage? Here, I’ll help you stuff everything in there,” the elf said and slipped the panties over his feet. Pulling them up harshly, she stepped back and clasped her hands over her mouth. “So cuuuute!”
He was incredibly uncomfortable. While the bulge of his cock was fittingly dainty, the frilly underwear dug into both of his nuts as they covered only about a third of each ball.
“Now just put on this skirt and this blouse and voilà, you’re a girl!”
Jim sighed but didn’t argue. This was humiliating enough in and of itself. He could feel his precum soak the soft fabric of the panties because he was so damn horny, which looked weird enough to him. As if he was a virgin maiden, about to spread her legs on her long-awaited wedding night. But then also being told you look like a girl when your nuts still thump with pain from the busting they had received made him feel even worse. Even less like a man.
Liriel herself had contented herself with turning her hair black and turning her ears into those of a dogkin.
When the elf was happy with his new look as a maid, she turned to Aramis and dressed him similarly. Once the foxkin was capable of speaking again, he posed the same question he had asked five times before, but this time with a much more girly voice. “You are absolutely sure this spell is temporary? I will get my equipment back?”
Liriel rolled her eyes. “Yes, for the sixth time! I didn’t even take your stupid acorns and stick away, I just shrunk them and made them go into your body,” she said. “Not that there was much to shrink…” she muttered.
“What?” he squeaked.
They bickered some more, but Jim was absorbed in his own thoughts. It felt strange to admit it, but Aramis looked good as a girl. Like an actress or model back on earth – although given the fox ears on his head, maybe a beautiful cosplayer was closer to the mark.
He shook his head and picked up the wicker basket with their clothes in. “OK, you two, let’s get going. I don’t want to know what happens when the baroness tells the queen that I am missing.”
Aramis – or Cersei, as Jim had jokingly suggested as a cover name for him because of his sudden resemblance to the character – took point and confidently led them out into the hallway as if he had been a maid here in the palace all his life.
“Alright, water garden to our right, that means next corner we turn left and head down…”
The foxk- vixen? Aramis muttered to himself as he remembered the route that would let them escape the queen’s clutches. Several times they crossed paths with other maids and even a few guards. The first time, Jim nervously raised the basket he was carrying and stammered something about doing laundry, to which Liriel shot him a glare. He kept his mouth shut after that, happy to let Aramis do the talking. The two swaying and bouncing mounds on his chest were very distracting anyway.
Aramis led them to a small side entrance that yielded into a small courtyard, its cobblestone dark and shiny from another rain shower. They crossed the courtyard, trying not to draw attention to themselves while hurrying as much as they dared.
The servants surrounding them didn’t seem to pay them much mind, and already they could see the small gate meant for deliveries and servants. Behind it, the sun was about to set behind a thick band of clouds. A few guards lazily stood next to the gate, barely noticing the commoners and slaves coming and going on their various jobs.
They were almost through the gate, when one of the guards yelled out to Aramis. “Hey there, hold up, little lady. Come ‘ere, why don’t ya?”
The leer he threw Aramis did not bode well.
A flash of anger showed on the foxkin’s face, before he got himself back under control. Much more sweetly, he asked, “What is it, mister guardsman?”
The man, a balding bloke with a potbelly and crooked nose, scoffed. “Well, looks like we two have a little problem.”
Liriel stepped up next to Aramis. “A problem? I hope it’s nothing serious?”
The guard rubbed his chin. “Oh, but I fear it is. You see, you and yer friend here didn’t pay the tax.”
Aramis face fell, but Liriel innocently asked, “What kind of tax?”
“Hah, why the cutie tax of course! You are way too cute to just go through here. But don’t worry, there’s an easy way for you two ta pay.” A dirty grin formed on his face. “Why don’t you two follow me to the guardroom, and bring yer friend as well. I’ll teach you how to pay taxes on yer knees.” He guffawed, and Liriel suddenly looked very uncomfortable. Aramis, meanwhile, snarled.
“What makes you think I would suck some balding fatso off, huh? How about I ram my foot so far up your ass, you taste shoe leather for a week?”
The guard gawped, and Jim quickly stepped in. “What my friend Ar-, err, Cersei meant to say is, thank you for the compliment, but we really need to keep going. We still have chores to do, and we can’t be late.”
The guard recovered from his shock and lowered his hand to the sword at his belt. “Listen ‘ere, ya fucken cunt, you-”
The other guard, a tall woman with short, amber hair, stepped up next to the guard and in one swift motion yanked her sword out of its scabbard – only to ram its pommel straight into his nuts. The man’s eyes bulged out and with a whispered, “Why…” he sank to his knees, hunched over and clutching his nuts.
The female guard sheathed her sword again. “Sorry about that. You three must be new here?” she asked and stepped up to Jim. Her hand gently brushed a strand of hair out of his face. The fat guard gasped when she stepped onto his balls and kept her foot there, crushing his nuts under her foot.
Jim nodded. “Thank you for the save. We are, how did you know?”
“The other girls already know to either ignore that pig or if he becomes too pushy, go to the guardroom with him so that he can get his nuts out and, well,” she said and gestured towards the sobbing pile under her boot. “Although I gotta say, he really does know how to pick them…”
Jim still carried the wicker basket and so was completely defenceless when the woman grabbed a handful of his temporary milk duds and started fondling them. He couldn’t help but let out a small moan.
“I get not wanting to suck that guy’s stinky todger, but how about you and me have some fun together, girlie?”
Liriel forced her face in-between Jim’s and the guard’s, smiling intensely. “Sorry, but we *really* have to go do these chores. Thanks for your help! Bye!”
She grabbed Aramis’ arm and Jim’s skirt and pulled them with her through the gate. The guard clicked her teeth, and then they were through. Before them lay the grimy streets of Hôdoburg, dominated by a spire of black stone, and beyond it, the mansion of lord Harald von Haller.
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“Give her some bloody space, for Goddess’s sake!”
Leonia’s leg lashed out, striking an importunate goblin between the legs. The kick lifted the small male up into the air until his head was almost level with Leonia’s. Before he crashed to the ground, has hands had already wrapped around his genitals. Then, inhuman wailing erupted from the creature.
The former knight captain picked him up by his shirt and breeches, careful not to touch the wet spot that was forming on the front, and threw him to the side, where he couldn’t block the procession any more.
“Ouh, that looked painful. Maybe I should go and heal him?” Andria asked.
Leonia scoffed. “Don’t worry. I didn’t kick hard enough to split his stones open. I thoroughly tested on my men.”
Andria gave her a flat look. “You do know goblin testicles are generally weaker than humans or elves, right?”
“They are?” Leonia asked incredulously. Then she shook her head. “Nah, I would’ve felt his orbs pop against my boot.”
“Still, his breeches were wet, so-”
“I’ve seen this before, he probably wet himself. Men are pathetic like that, a little kick down below and they beg, moan and piss themselves.” She shrugged.
“Either that, or your kick forced some seminal fluid out.” Andria started nibbling on her thumbnail. “Both could indicate that his gonads might be ruptured… No, big picture, Andria. You can’t run after every boy who gets dangly bits smacked.” She stopped biting the nail and turned to Leonia. “Let’s hope he will just be spurting clear for a few days.”
“Spurting clear?”
“Fishing without a tackle, so to speak. His grapes being deseeded. He won’t be having cream with his peaches.” She tried to find other metaphors but a look from Leonia shut her up. “ Most likely, he’ll just be hiding at home and making a terrible ruckus about his danglers, and be wary of any women in the next few days.”
“How do you know so much about boys and their lances, and their stones and… stuff,” Leonia asked while pushing another few people out of the way.
“I used to be a vet, before I became an adventurer. Snipping the cattle was something I did almost every day. Some springs, I would be trimming manhoods all morning and eat granelli all afternoon. And sometimes, the farm girls asked me to do the same to their husbands, or to see if their stones were still working after they lost an argument with her fists,” she said and giggled merrily.
“That reminds me, did you hear what the refugees from the north say they saw the Cillians do?”
“I don’t think so.”
“Apparently, they’ve been making… beacons? Effigies? I don’t know what the right word is, but they’ve been gathering all the boy bits – stones, lances, the complete package if it’s still in one piece or even just bits of testies that were ripped apart – and stuck them on young trees or bundles of sticks and branches like a… ball tree, I suppose. Nobody knows why, though.”
“Maybe they want to warn people, show them what awaits anyone that dares to stand in their way? You know, put the fear of the Goddess in them.”
Leonia shrugged. “Don’t know why they would, boys are already weaker with their fragile stones, threatening them seems like a waste of time.”
Andria rolled her eyes. “It would be a gruesome sight for anyone. And it affects women too, you know? If there is no one around with balls left in their sack, finding an erect penis to bounce on will be very hard indeed.” She chuckled at the inadvertent pun.
“Ah.” Leonia was glassy-eyed for a moment. “So, wait, when I empty a boy’s sack, does that mean he won’t be able to make his lance stand back up ag- Oh, we’re here.”
They both regarded the chapel house with awe. Marble columns loomed above them, framing an intricately carved door of black wood that marked the headquarters of the Sophian church in Calvino. It really was remarkable how unwelcoming they had managed to make it seem.
“Well, this is as far as I go,” Leonia said. “If anyone in there tries anything, remember: just kick them really hard in the balls.”
Andria giggled. “Thanks, I will remember it.”
“Good luck, little miss moirai!”
Andria pushed her tongue out at Leonia and headed inside.
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“If you are done being a bitch,” Aramis wheezed, “then we need to talk about how we’re actually going to get out of here.”
“B-bitch?!” Liriel puffed up her cheeks and sent her foot flying into the foxkin’s crotch one more time. “Why, you, I ought to have done this a long time ago!”
“Liri, he’s right, we need to-”
“You too?” She whirled around and slapped a palm up into his balls.
“Nghhh, that’s not what I meant…” Jim pressed out.
“Oh? Uhm, sorry, Jim. Please, go ahead and say what you wanted to say.”
“Right,” he gasped, doubled over. “We need a plan to get out, and we need to get going soon.” He took another whistling breath. “I think her majesty has only let me out of her sight so early because she received a report from the frontlines.”
“Her majesty, huh?” Aramis interjected from the floor. His balls may hurt but that wouldn’t stop his smug smile.
“*Bruna*, I mean. Guys, this is serious. The report said that Cillia has conquered Roridafiga.”
“Bullshit,” Aramis said.
“The bulwark of the kingdom? How?” Liriel asked, her ears shooting almost straight up.
“I don’t know, but if we want to do something about this war, we need to do it fast. Or there won’t be a Calvino left to save.”
“I’d tell you off for being melodramatic, but if Roridafiga truly has fallen...” Aramis pulled himself up by a chair. “It doesn’t make any sense! Out of the two roads you can lead an army from Cillia into Calvino, they chose the one that’s much better fortified. The south is all fertile plains and quaint little villages. And then they won, just like that?”
“Maybe they’ve got some kind of secret weapon. Does Cillia have a lot of sorceresses?” Jim asked.
“On the contrary, the biggest magic school on the continent, the Royal Institute of Wizardry and Occult Studies, is in Maritofratto. Cillia tried to match it with their Magic Institute of Sorcery and Arcane Investigations, but they were a laughing stock, even before their laboratories were abandoned.”
“Maybe…” Liriel said and slowly tapped her forehead. “Maybe, this von Haller guy developed something, some spell or artefact that helps Cillia conquer their neighbours. Jim, remember back at the dinner the queen invited us to, she thanked him for… doing something. I think she said that he empowered her to wage this war?”
“But he seemed so nice when we talked…” Jim muttered.
“If we finally investigate his estate those girls in the Spurting Dragon told us about, maybe we can find out what his deal is, how he’s helping Cillia win.”
“Just so we’re clear, you are proposing we break out of the palace, because, let’s face it, we’re the queen’s prisoners, and instead of lying low or trying to leave the country, you want us to break into a noble’s estate and see what he’s up to?” Aramis asked.
“When you put it like that, maybe we shouldn’t…”
Aramis grinned from ear to ear. “Oh, I’m not against it, I just wanted to make sure I understood you. When do we start?”
“Well, there’s still the matter of actually leaving the palace,” Jim said.
“I’m reasonably sure I found a viable route during my exploration, but even that one isn’t completely unguarded. We would have to find some way to distract or fool the guards…” Aramis said.
As Jim and Aramis deliberated, absorbed in their thoughts, Liriel nervously shifted from foot to foot. Eventually, she artificially coughed.
“Ahem, so, I think I have an idea…”
“You do? That’s great, we-” Jim began.
“But! I don’t think you are going to like it.”
“Huh?” Jim and Aramis both said.
The elf flushed and intently stared down the wall. “M-my idea is that I could use a spell to change how we look. Remember back in Roridafiga, I changed your hair colour? Here, they already know what you look like, so I thought I would go a step further and change your body shape. We could pretend to be maids, if we can find some servant clothes-”
“I can get those easily,” Aramis said and gave a reassuring thumbs up.
“OK…” Jim shook his head. “That’s awesome, Liri! I didn’t know you could do that!”
“That’s the problem…” She awkwardly twirled her fingers. “I can’t, my magic is weak and I don’t have much mana. Unless…”
“Yes?” Jim asked earnestly.
“Well, if I channel more mana, I can compensate for the weakness of the spell, but that would mean I run dry even faster, and so…” She waited for one of the boys to interrupt her, but when they didn’t, she had to finish her sentence. “… I would have to recharge. A lot.”
“OK, sure! How do you do that again?”
“Well, normally you would do… naughty things… with someone…”
“Oh,” Jim said and blushed ferociously.
“But that would, uhm, take some time. But back when we ran from Calvino, the first time Chloe attacked us… do you remember?” Jim nodded. “Well, we bumped into each other and I accidentally hit you… uhm, between your legs.” His eyes lost their lustre and his blush faded as he realized where she was going. “That gave me some mana, not as much as, uhm, doing… stuff…” she said and stared a hole in the wall, “but it was much quicker, so I could probably recharge really quickly if I keep doing that…”
The colour had entirely drained from Jim’s face, even if he felt something in his groin stir. “Is there really no other way?” he asked. God, his mouth was so dry.
“Not if we want to escape tonight…” Liriel answered.
“Oh, OK…” Describing the mood between them as awkward would have been an understatement.
“But you already hit both Aramis and me, wasn’t that enough?”
She shook her head, sending her long ears and blond braid flapping about. “I need much more mana than that. Also, I don’t get as much when I am angry…”
“Right, well, that’s my cue to leave, I suppose!” Aramis said and got up.
“I will need to cast a spell on you as well! Don’t think you won’t get your berries mashed!” Liriel said, drawing a wince from Aramis.
“Err… I’m just gonna go grab us some clothes…” The foxkin chose not to comment on her declaration. The door clicked shut behind him, and Liriel and Jim were alone again. Slowly, awkwardly, they approached each other.
She was so close, he could see where her tears had dried on her face. The braid of her light blond hair must have come undone at some point, thick strands of gold cascading down her neck chaotically. He looked at her for what felt like the first time in ages. Liriel seemed so strong, yet so fragile at the same time. His heart thumped in his chest, urging him to take her and lead her away from this horrible war nonsense, but there was something else inside him. *Slavers and assassins*. Unlike his, her emerald eyes, shimmering like sunlight through a canopy, were fixated entirely on the bulge in his pants.
“Now that we’re alone… what’s that in your pants?”
“Uh? Liri, you’ve seen me naked, it’s just my- Oh.” He paled. “Uhm, the queen put something on me…”
“Bruna did? What did she do to you?” Liriel’s gaze hardened, looking like she barely kept herself from reaching out and just tearing off his pants.
“It’s a chastity cage. She locked up my penis.” He exhaled.
Liriel’s ears perked up. “Oh? Oh, so she locked away your stick… That’s, mhm, interesting.” She smiled at him. “That might actually help! Your stick is so long, it’s always in the way. And kicking your berries doesn’t even make it go down any more. Remember the dance? Maybe Bruna did us a big favour, I might not even have to enchant you to make your stick into a stump!”
He cleared his throat, not wanting to talk about how he really wanted to take this thing off and rub one out. Or even better, have Liriel rub one out for him. God, her small hand would feel so good right now, flying up and down his cock…
Goddamn Bruna, why did she have to go and get him so riled up? “So, how do we do this, do you need to prepare the spell in some way or do we jus- Oof!” While he was talking, she had slammed her open palm up into his right nut. Giggling, she slapped the ball another two times before Jim grasped her shoulders.
“It really likes to bounce, doesn’t it?” she asked, never taking her eyes off his groin.
“Hu-huh?”
“I noticed when Ina handed me your plums in her inn. This one,” she said and grabbed the right nut, painfully pinching it between her fingers, “is really springy, almost like a big rubber ball. See, even if I pinch it really hard,” he grunted in pain, “it goes back to its normal size and shape really quickly!”
She watched the orb reinflate itself under the tight shorts with wiggling ears. “But your left acorn is a lot more squishy.” The elf took the uneven testicle into her hand and closed her palm around it. “When I squeeze it,” she said and focused for a moment as she crushed the ball. “It feels so much softer! It’s almost like my fingers sink really deep into the core of your berry. And when I let go, it’s much slower to reinflate itself. Look,” she said and wiggled her fingers over the misshapen nut, “I can still feel where my fingers dug into it!”
“Uh-huh,” he squeaked and willed himself not slam his legs shut.
Her fist crashed into his right nut and pinned it against his body. “I think that means I should focus on smacking mister Right, but it feels a lot nicer to punch mister Left.” She emphasised her assessment with a punch to his left testicle. “It’s like punching a pillow!” she said and giggled again.
“I think, I think I need to sit down,” he said, looking rather green around the gills.
“Oh! Sure, here, sit on the bed. But take off your pants, so your eggs hang down.” He did as instructed, and Liriel knelt between his legs. With fascination, she watched the metal bars strain to contain the bulging cockmeat, dripping with precum.
“See, if it wasn’t for this thing, you would have to hold it out of the way,” she said and tickled his cock through the bars. “I only wish I could touch it a bit…” She planted a kiss on top of his chastity cage. His hips bucked. He wanted to be inside her so bad.
“Ready?”
He gulped. “No, but go ahead anyway.”
“Haiiyah!” she yelled and threw a straight punch into his right ball. Gut-churning nut ache made him grab the bedsheets, hoping that it would help him cope with the pain. It didn’t feel like it.
“You better! Prepare yourself! This won’t be! Over quickly!” Liriel said between punches.
It felt like her knuckles left a permanent imprint on his testicles. Each punch sent shivers through him, and he focused on the ceiling, which meant that he missed when Liriel sneaked her other hand between her own legs. Soon, the sounds of Liriel striking his right nut as if it was a gong were accompanied by muffled wet squelches coming from her own crotch.
---
“Liri! Please, isn’t that enough now? Liri?” It was Jim who now had tears streaming down his face. The elf had stood up at some point, preferring to kick his exposed nuts against the bed frame.
She didn’t answer, instead ramming her foot into his hangers over and over again like a woman possessed. Unabashedly, one hand was in her panties, fingering herself to the nut ache she caused, while the other roughly mashed one of her breasts. With each kick, the tit jiggled and bounced, even as her fingers held and massaged it or rubbed the sensitive tip.
Liriel’s moans of pleasure grew more frequent and higher-pitched, and the force of her kicks increased in strength in tandem. She had long since abandoned her promise to only strike his right nut. She was slamming her instep up into the red and swollen ballbag, and both balls had to absorb the impact, trapped as they were against the bed frame. Nut meat warped and bulged around the elf girl’s delicate foot and provided ample reason for the elf to shlick herself silly.
With a sudden knee strike to his plums, she came. Holding her knee against his nuts, her orgasm rippled through her, mirrored by Jim’s sobbing anguish she was causing him with her knee. As her high came to an end, she lost control of her legs, falling to the floor panting heavily.
After a minute, she pulled herself up onto the bed, next to Jim. “Hah, hah, I think, I got a bit, hah, carried away there… Jim?”
He didn’t answer, just blabbering and wheezing as his eyes rolled around in his sockets, unfocused. Liriel sat up on one arm and leaned over. Planting a kiss on his cheek, she began channelling mana into the various spells she needed to prepare.
---
Aramis lay face-down, his ass up in the air as he clutched his empty groin. Thankfully, Jim had been mostly unaware of his surroundings when the foxkin had got his ball pummelled. Shyly, he touched the bumps on his chest. A squeaky moan escaped his lips and he quickly drew them back.
“Were these really necessary, Liri?” he asked with an unfamiliar, high and melodious voice.
“Of course! We need to convince people you’re a girl. Plus, they look good on you,” the elf said and poked at one of Jim’s newly formed breasts. They were temporary, Liriel had assured him, only lasting for about half a day, but the weight on his chest still felt incredibly weird. And why were they so sensitive?! Every touch sent a jolt through his body that more than once had resulted in him involuntarily moaning.
“But if you gave me these… couldn’t you have shrunk my, you know, my stick, so I could take off the cage?” He awkwardly shifted on the spot, unsure if he was hiding or showing off his lengthy dick.
“Don’t be silly, to shrink *that* I would have to use a lot more mana, that would have been a waste. Now, come on, put on the panties,” she answered happily. In her hand were a pair of frilly, pink panties.
“There is just no way I will wear those!” Jim protested.
“Oh, just try them on. Your detained stick will just make them bulge out a bit, and your plums… they can just hang out the sides.”
“Then what’s the point of wearing underwear?”
“We need to cover our bases, who knows when that will be important. Do you want everyone to see your leaky cage? Here, I’ll help you stuff everything in there,” the elf said and slipped the panties over his feet. Pulling them up harshly, she stepped back and clasped her hands over her mouth. “So cuuuute!”
He was incredibly uncomfortable. While the bulge of his cock was fittingly dainty, the frilly underwear dug into both of his nuts as they covered only about a third of each ball.
“Now just put on this skirt and this blouse and voilà, you’re a girl!”
Jim sighed but didn’t argue. This was humiliating enough in and of itself. He could feel his precum soak the soft fabric of the panties because he was so damn horny, which looked weird enough to him. As if he was a virgin maiden, about to spread her legs on her long-awaited wedding night. But then also being told you look like a girl when your nuts still thump with pain from the busting they had received made him feel even worse. Even less like a man.
Liriel herself had contented herself with turning her hair black and turning her ears into those of a dogkin.
When the elf was happy with his new look as a maid, she turned to Aramis and dressed him similarly. Once the foxkin was capable of speaking again, he posed the same question he had asked five times before, but this time with a much more girly voice. “You are absolutely sure this spell is temporary? I will get my equipment back?”
Liriel rolled her eyes. “Yes, for the sixth time! I didn’t even take your stupid acorns and stick away, I just shrunk them and made them go into your body,” she said. “Not that there was much to shrink…” she muttered.
“What?” he squeaked.
They bickered some more, but Jim was absorbed in his own thoughts. It felt strange to admit it, but Aramis looked good as a girl. Like an actress or model back on earth – although given the fox ears on his head, maybe a beautiful cosplayer was closer to the mark.
He shook his head and picked up the wicker basket with their clothes in. “OK, you two, let’s get going. I don’t want to know what happens when the baroness tells the queen that I am missing.”
Aramis – or Cersei, as Jim had jokingly suggested as a cover name for him because of his sudden resemblance to the character – took point and confidently led them out into the hallway as if he had been a maid here in the palace all his life.
“Alright, water garden to our right, that means next corner we turn left and head down…”
The foxk- vixen? Aramis muttered to himself as he remembered the route that would let them escape the queen’s clutches. Several times they crossed paths with other maids and even a few guards. The first time, Jim nervously raised the basket he was carrying and stammered something about doing laundry, to which Liriel shot him a glare. He kept his mouth shut after that, happy to let Aramis do the talking. The two swaying and bouncing mounds on his chest were very distracting anyway.
Aramis led them to a small side entrance that yielded into a small courtyard, its cobblestone dark and shiny from another rain shower. They crossed the courtyard, trying not to draw attention to themselves while hurrying as much as they dared.
The servants surrounding them didn’t seem to pay them much mind, and already they could see the small gate meant for deliveries and servants. Behind it, the sun was about to set behind a thick band of clouds. A few guards lazily stood next to the gate, barely noticing the commoners and slaves coming and going on their various jobs.
They were almost through the gate, when one of the guards yelled out to Aramis. “Hey there, hold up, little lady. Come ‘ere, why don’t ya?”
The leer he threw Aramis did not bode well.
A flash of anger showed on the foxkin’s face, before he got himself back under control. Much more sweetly, he asked, “What is it, mister guardsman?”
The man, a balding bloke with a potbelly and crooked nose, scoffed. “Well, looks like we two have a little problem.”
Liriel stepped up next to Aramis. “A problem? I hope it’s nothing serious?”
The guard rubbed his chin. “Oh, but I fear it is. You see, you and yer friend here didn’t pay the tax.”
Aramis face fell, but Liriel innocently asked, “What kind of tax?”
“Hah, why the cutie tax of course! You are way too cute to just go through here. But don’t worry, there’s an easy way for you two ta pay.” A dirty grin formed on his face. “Why don’t you two follow me to the guardroom, and bring yer friend as well. I’ll teach you how to pay taxes on yer knees.” He guffawed, and Liriel suddenly looked very uncomfortable. Aramis, meanwhile, snarled.
“What makes you think I would suck some balding fatso off, huh? How about I ram my foot so far up your ass, you taste shoe leather for a week?”
The guard gawped, and Jim quickly stepped in. “What my friend Ar-, err, Cersei meant to say is, thank you for the compliment, but we really need to keep going. We still have chores to do, and we can’t be late.”
The guard recovered from his shock and lowered his hand to the sword at his belt. “Listen ‘ere, ya fucken cunt, you-”
The other guard, a tall woman with short, amber hair, stepped up next to the guard and in one swift motion yanked her sword out of its scabbard – only to ram its pommel straight into his nuts. The man’s eyes bulged out and with a whispered, “Why…” he sank to his knees, hunched over and clutching his nuts.
The female guard sheathed her sword again. “Sorry about that. You three must be new here?” she asked and stepped up to Jim. Her hand gently brushed a strand of hair out of his face. The fat guard gasped when she stepped onto his balls and kept her foot there, crushing his nuts under her foot.
Jim nodded. “Thank you for the save. We are, how did you know?”
“The other girls already know to either ignore that pig or if he becomes too pushy, go to the guardroom with him so that he can get his nuts out and, well,” she said and gestured towards the sobbing pile under her boot. “Although I gotta say, he really does know how to pick them…”
Jim still carried the wicker basket and so was completely defenceless when the woman grabbed a handful of his temporary milk duds and started fondling them. He couldn’t help but let out a small moan.
“I get not wanting to suck that guy’s stinky todger, but how about you and me have some fun together, girlie?”
Liriel forced her face in-between Jim’s and the guard’s, smiling intensely. “Sorry, but we *really* have to go do these chores. Thanks for your help! Bye!”
She grabbed Aramis’ arm and Jim’s skirt and pulled them with her through the gate. The guard clicked her teeth, and then they were through. Before them lay the grimy streets of Hôdoburg, dominated by a spire of black stone, and beyond it, the mansion of lord Harald von Haller.
---
“Give her some bloody space, for Goddess’s sake!”
Leonia’s leg lashed out, striking an importunate goblin between the legs. The kick lifted the small male up into the air until his head was almost level with Leonia’s. Before he crashed to the ground, has hands had already wrapped around his genitals. Then, inhuman wailing erupted from the creature.
The former knight captain picked him up by his shirt and breeches, careful not to touch the wet spot that was forming on the front, and threw him to the side, where he couldn’t block the procession any more.
“Ouh, that looked painful. Maybe I should go and heal him?” Andria asked.
Leonia scoffed. “Don’t worry. I didn’t kick hard enough to split his stones open. I thoroughly tested on my men.”
Andria gave her a flat look. “You do know goblin testicles are generally weaker than humans or elves, right?”
“They are?” Leonia asked incredulously. Then she shook her head. “Nah, I would’ve felt his orbs pop against my boot.”
“Still, his breeches were wet, so-”
“I’ve seen this before, he probably wet himself. Men are pathetic like that, a little kick down below and they beg, moan and piss themselves.” She shrugged.
“Either that, or your kick forced some seminal fluid out.” Andria started nibbling on her thumbnail. “Both could indicate that his gonads might be ruptured… No, big picture, Andria. You can’t run after every boy who gets dangly bits smacked.” She stopped biting the nail and turned to Leonia. “Let’s hope he will just be spurting clear for a few days.”
“Spurting clear?”
“Fishing without a tackle, so to speak. His grapes being deseeded. He won’t be having cream with his peaches.” She tried to find other metaphors but a look from Leonia shut her up. “ Most likely, he’ll just be hiding at home and making a terrible ruckus about his danglers, and be wary of any women in the next few days.”
“How do you know so much about boys and their lances, and their stones and… stuff,” Leonia asked while pushing another few people out of the way.
“I used to be a vet, before I became an adventurer. Snipping the cattle was something I did almost every day. Some springs, I would be trimming manhoods all morning and eat granelli all afternoon. And sometimes, the farm girls asked me to do the same to their husbands, or to see if their stones were still working after they lost an argument with her fists,” she said and giggled merrily.
“That reminds me, did you hear what the refugees from the north say they saw the Cillians do?”
“I don’t think so.”
“Apparently, they’ve been making… beacons? Effigies? I don’t know what the right word is, but they’ve been gathering all the boy bits – stones, lances, the complete package if it’s still in one piece or even just bits of testies that were ripped apart – and stuck them on young trees or bundles of sticks and branches like a… ball tree, I suppose. Nobody knows why, though.”
“Maybe they want to warn people, show them what awaits anyone that dares to stand in their way? You know, put the fear of the Goddess in them.”
Leonia shrugged. “Don’t know why they would, boys are already weaker with their fragile stones, threatening them seems like a waste of time.”
Andria rolled her eyes. “It would be a gruesome sight for anyone. And it affects women too, you know? If there is no one around with balls left in their sack, finding an erect penis to bounce on will be very hard indeed.” She chuckled at the inadvertent pun.
“Ah.” Leonia was glassy-eyed for a moment. “So, wait, when I empty a boy’s sack, does that mean he won’t be able to make his lance stand back up ag- Oh, we’re here.”
They both regarded the chapel house with awe. Marble columns loomed above them, framing an intricately carved door of black wood that marked the headquarters of the Sophian church in Calvino. It really was remarkable how unwelcoming they had managed to make it seem.
“Well, this is as far as I go,” Leonia said. “If anyone in there tries anything, remember: just kick them really hard in the balls.”
Andria giggled. “Thanks, I will remember it.”
“Good luck, little miss moirai!”
Andria pushed her tongue out at Leonia and headed inside.
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