Published: November 3rd 2021, 8:19:08 am
Continuation of Daily Free-Write November 1, 2021 "Castles and Crinklebutts Pt. 8"
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CW: Piercing
"Looks like it's the rocking horse's turn," said Brandon. "Let's see what it does..."
The seat of the rocking horse began to vibrate.
"OH shiiiit! I can't hold it!!!"
That's what Throbdor wanted to yell, but instead, he just ended up yelling "Mmff! Mmmmfff!" into his pacifier as his hips bucked against the stimulation of the rocking horse seat. Then, more tendrils began to appear out of the rocking horse. Much like the straps that held Throbdor down, they snaked around him, this time grabbing onto his already scant garb and tearing it away. Leaving him naked. With no way to move his hands or feet, Throdbor was helpless to resist as he was completely denuded in front of his friends. Not only that, but the straps seemed to be curling around his body, creating new vestments... vestments that looks suspiciously like...
"Reins and a harness!" gasped Bardswell, who was already getting turned on again in his teddy suit.
Throbdor gasped as a thick ring pierced his cockhead, while ribbons tied off his cock and balls, and threaded through the ring, headed toward his nipples, so that his erection was held straight out in a configuration worthy of the Marquis de Sade himself.
Despite this sudden shock to his system, Throbdor was throbbing harder than ever, drips of pre already appearing and running down the shiny metal of the ring before splattering the rocking horse. The Raptors drooled at the sight, clearly eager to take their turn, but the transformation wasn't done. The rocking horse was still having its turn.
Rings appeared on his nipples as well as they were pulled taut and erect, and his pacifier was replaced by a bit, while the tendrils intertwined and condensed in places - in some places constraining his body, in others, accentuating what was already there. And the crown of it all was his head, which was covered in these ribbons of material that liquefied and solidified into a fearsome latex horsehead design. Within less than a minute, Throbdor the Barbarian was transformed into Throbdor the steed. Shining with silver rings, ebony ribbons, and some hard black material that made upn the shape of his head, hugged his muscular body, and turned his hands into hooves. He came just as the transformation completed, just a hair too soon for the Kobolds, who valiantly lunged to capture the spunk in their mouths, but instead ended up geting sprayed in the face by the well hung steed with plum-sized testicles.
"Oh, my gahhhhhhhhh," yelled Bardswell, who dry orgasmed into his bear suit, his balls having nothing left to give. As for Krendall, he was too busy sucking his thumb and pissing his padding to care.
"I like horsies," Krendall said, dumbly, when his turn came around, before realizing what he was doing and snapping out of it. He looked around, seeing the Kobolds doing their best to clean themselves and each other off, seeing Barswell in his bear suit, still useless to attack, and seeing his one possible diaper changer now rendered handless with the hooves that had covered up his fingers.
"Oh crap! Where is my diaper bag?" Krendall yelled in a panic. Then, he blushed, never imagining in a million years that such a phrase would be coming out of his mouth. And yet here he was on his hands and knees shamelessly searching high and low for the diaper bag.
"Roll a discernment," said Brandon, beginning to sweat as he saw the campaign going very very sideways.
"18! 18!" yelled Krendall, excited that he had rolled so well.
"You see it hanging on the crib..." said Brandon. "Do you want to try to retrieve it?"
Krendall felt a sinking feeling in his stomach, knowing full well that the crib was likely trapped just like the rocking horse was.
"Combat has ended, the rocking horse ceases to move," said Brandon.
"Oh my, called Muskarella, appearing in the sky and descending on the players. "Looks like somebody made a mess after all. But Muskarella supposes he is just a wild animal now. Maybe you can ride him, Bardswell. What do you think? All you have to do is ask."
"Unnhhhghhhh," said Bardswell, still bathing in the afterglow of his orgasm.
"Oh, but it's no fair though, now is it, little Krendall? Maybe Muskarella should help you out, hmm? Would you like it if someone could help change your didee?" Krendall shuddered, not sure if it would be worse to stay in the diaper, try for the diaper bag, or take her up on her undoubtedly lopsided offer.
The bat vixen pivoted in the air to look straight at Throbdor.
"The look really suits you, Throbdor. Do you like it?" She held up a hand to her ear and listened as the horse whinnied and neighed, shaking his head as his mouth gnashed at the bit. He looked just like a happy, excited horse, his long flowing black mane shining, his glistening black horse face giving no emotion away. "Well, it seems to Muskarella he likes being a horse, don't you think? His throbber sure seems to think so," she said, indicating his raging erection still held taut by the web of black ribbons tied around his body like a fancy stallion.
"Muskarella doesn't suppose you would like to end the game now, Brandon? It's clear to Muskarella that your party adventuring doesn't stand a chance. What do you say we shake on it and end it here?"
She held out her hand looking at each of the partygoers in turn. "Any one of you can take Muskarella's offer... of course there will be consequences, but we can talk about those later..."
Her bat fangs glistened as all the party members looked at each other, waiting for the others to make a move.