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Hey folks!

I hope everyone's doing good as the weather is heating up. And it looks like I've finally managed to finish all the short requests from March! Hoo, that took a lot longer than it should have. Hopefully I'll be able to get this month's done much faster (though it may still take a few weeks, I'm nowhere near the height of my power).

Next month I'll be switching to doing shorter shorts, so this'll likely be the last of them in their current form. I'll try to do good with them as a sendoff!

In the meantime, enjoy this week's stories!

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“This is such a waste of time,” Elora sighed, trying – and failing – to keep her long flowing robes from getting caught on a bramble bush. Sorceresses were not made for sneaking about through the countryside after dark, and she certainly knew it. Ah, why hadn’t she stayed back at the Adventurer’s Guild, where she had warmth, light, food, and could spend the evening charming drinks out of unsuspecting patrons? That cute waitress had been on shift tonight… “We’re not going to find anything.”

“I honestly hope you’re right,” said the reason she was out here. The golden-haired paladin Tanya cut a dashing figure in her armour, but she was such a pain to be friends with. “I truly do. But if the Dark Lord really is on the move then we have to find out now, before it’s too late.”

The sorceress scoffed – and then bit back a snarl as a tree branch snapped back and nearly smacked her in the face. “Careful! And the town scryers have already checked this – you saw them do it. They did their whole big, dramatic ritual, even. Nothing but empty hills and- ugh.” Again, she struggled to pull her shawl off of a snagging twig. “And filthy forests! The Dark Lord is still sulking out in the Ashlands after the Light Crusadence destroyed his armies – he’s gone. We’re safe. Let’s just go home.”

But Tanya wasn’t going to be deterred. Her sword didn’t even pause as she cut her way through the thickest of the undergrowth. “I saw the scryers consult their crystal ball, yes. I wasn’t convinced. Did you not see the purple shimmer around the images they summoned? The odd movements of the people they depicted? I believe their magics may have been deceived by ill intent.”

Elora rolled her eyes, and then pointed to them. “Uh, I think I’d have noticed if there was anything like that, Tay.” Elven senses were notoriously difficult to deceive – a humans really couldn’t compete.

“It was well done,” the Paladin admitted with a shrug. “Certainly enough to fool the scryers themselves. But I was looking for it, and I found it.”

“You mean you convinced yourself it was there.” The red headed elf pinched the bridge of her nose. Oh she should definitely have stayed back at the guild hall…

Another rustling clank of armour as Tanya shrugged. “I admit, it’s a possibility. Thus, I’m out here to see if my suspicions are correct, or if I’m simply being paranoid.”

“Annnd here I am trapsing after you,” Elora grumbled.

That got a raised eyebrow from the blonde. “I didn’t actually ask you to come with me, El…”

“What? As if I’d let you wander about in the dark on your own!” The sorceress glared, almost offended at the very idea. Foolish and unwise this entire trip might have been, it was still being made by her companion. Thus, it would be made together. As much as she snarked and groaned, the elf was a loyal friend through and through. “We will put your silly fears to rest, and then we will return to the Guild and you will owe me. Maybe you can tell that nice girl serving drinks how very brave and sensible I was throughout the whole endeavour.”

“I will go as far as not warning her how touchy you get after your first few ales,” Tay smirked, “and you can work from there – but first, be silent.” Suddenly, her mood shifted to the serious, an armoured hand held up as she looked ahead. “We are almost to the ridge.”

Elora rolled her eyes again, but obediently quieted herself – instead, restricting her complains to hand gestures and annoyed expressions, with which she could be quite creative. Still, as they finally pulled themselves free of the dense forest, the two adventurers approached the crest of the hill with full care, knowing that, despite the odds, there could be anything on the other side.

But that still didn’t stop the sorceress’s shocked gasp as they clambered over the top, and the gigantic, sprawling blight of the Dark Lord’s army, spread over the countryside as far as the eye could see, came into view. “Impossible!”

She didn’t resist as Tanya yanked her down to kneel the ground beside her. “I wish it was. Keep low – Orcs don’t have your eyesight, but they’ll see us plain of day if we just gawp at them from up here.”

“But how? How?! This is absurd – there’s no way such a force could be gathered so quickly, certainly not without anyone knowing about it!” Elora’s voice was rising in pitch with every word. “If the Dark Lord had an army like this at his disposal, why didn’t he use it against the Crusadance? Not even they could have hoped to repel this.”

“All good questions,” Tanya muttered, drawing out her spyglass and scanning the camp below with it. “And I’ve none of the answers. You know as much as I do. But, here – this makes no sense.” Her brow drew tight as she focused her lens, and then shared it with her partner. “Look at this – their smiths are working overtime. I’ve never seen so many smelting fires. And the equipment they’re making looks average at best…”

“So?” The Sorceress spied down on the camp, seeing what her companion was saying, but not its significance. “Armies need equipment. That’s not exactly unusual!”

“They do,” the Paladin nodded, taking her spyglass back. “But they normally take care of that before they march. It tends to help to have your armour made before you fight, not after. And, look here – their supply wagons. Not nearly enough for a force of this size. They must be raiding every town they come across, and I’m still not sure that’d be enough to keep them all fed.”

The elf blanched at the thought. “Primal forces, there are twelve settlements between here and the border. If they’ve been raiding them all, then…”

“Then there’s nothing we can do for them now.” Tanya’s face was grim, but determined. Just what you’d expect from a worshiper of the goddess of strategy. “Best to focus on the fifteen settlements between here and the capital.”

“… Right.” Elora swallowed, before trying to steady herself. “They have to be alerted. Come on, if we run we can be back in town within the hour.” She tugged at her companion’s sleeve.

But the blonde just shook her head. “No… No, something’s wrong here. We- I need to investigate.”

The sorceress narrowed her eyes, before grunting with acknowledgement. “Then I’ll send a messenger spell and we will investigate.” She grabbed for her spell components. “And I swear to the forces, Tay, we’d better both make it out of this alive.”

The Paladin nodded – but as she looked down at the camp below, the many howls of its occupants just barely carrying to her ear on the wind, she wondered if that was a promise she’d be able to keep.

…

Sneaking in wasn’t difficult. Despite how many soldiers there were, the size of the camp worked against them. There was just too large an area to guard. Even the most disciplined of soldiers would have struggled to keep every entrance guarded – and the Dark Lord’s servants were far from that. Orcs were famed for their wits as dull as their arms were strong, and goblins may have been a few shades sharper, but they were far more invested in entertaining themselves than following orders. The power of the Dark Lord may have kept them all in line, but it would take far more than that to make them all behave.

The duo slipped in through a crack in the hastily constructed fence under the cover of one of Elora’s invisibility spells, creeping through the moon-lit camp and avoiding patrols with care. It wasn’t long before something struck them as odd.

“Are all these soldiers… female?” The sorceress whispered, staring as another rowdy bunch of orcs passed, all barely contained breasts in ill-fitting armour, and not a broad chest in sight. It was the fourth such group they’d seen so far.

“It seems like it,” Tanya nodded, frowning at a giggling group of goblins that were scampering off to perform some kind of mischief. “I haven’t seen a male since we got in here. Another strange observation to add to the pile. Something very odd is going on here – something that I think might explain how the Dark Lord assembled such a large army so quickly. But I don’t understand how it all ties together. I need to see more…”

“Well hurry up, I’ve already seen more than enough,” Elora muttered, trying not to react too loudly as another goblin ran past cheering and waving a scrap of cloth in the air above her – followed shortly behind her by an angry looking orc trying – and failing – to cover her chest with one arm while the other snatched at the goblin’s prize. Yes, elite soldiers these were not.

The Paladin nodded. “We won’t stay long. Let’s go take a look at their training tent, see what skills they’re working on. That might tell me what I’m missing.”

The tent wasn’t far, and nor was it very impressive. Draped in simple cloth, an entrance opened easily to Tanya’s blade, and soon the pair were inside, poking about. Whatever it was that the blonde hoped to find in here, though, it wasn’t in evidence.

“This makes even less sense,” she complained, hurrying over to the training field and examining the equipment there – abandoned at this late hour, fortunately. “These are basic training weapons. Low quality, cheap, easy to replace. The kind of weapon you give a complete novice. No wonder they left them all over the floor…”

“So what?” Elora had never taken to physical weapons, honestly. The closest she’d ever come to holding one was using a dinner knife. Why bother, after all, when she could just set an enemy’s face on fire. “The Dark Lord is a cheapskate. Not super useful to learn.”

“No, no…” The paladin was muttering to herself, striding into the centre of the crude ring sketched in the dirt on the ground and picking up a club. “This is… This is…” She winced, putting a hand to her brow and massaging the forming folds there, before grunting. “Damn, I almost had it.”

The sorceress raised an eyebrow. “Almost had what? What are you talking about?” Tch, her friend could be such a pain when she got like this – like a dog with a bone, Tanya couldn’t let a mystery be. Which was all well and good when hunting down thieves in a civilzed town, but when it dragged them into the middle of the Dark Lord’s army? Not so much.

“It. It!” The blonde growled and stomped her foot. “The answer. The… The whatever it is that’s going on here! I’m so close…!”

“Oohhkay, come on, Tay, calm down…” Elora raised her hands to shush the other woman. “Just walk through it with me.” Whatever puzzle the paladin had found, it was clearly stressing her out. El had never seen her friend get so frustrated before.

“… Right. Okay. Okay.” Tanya took a deep breath, her breastplate rattling ominously, somehow jostled loose from its usual snug bindings. “What do we know… What do we know…”

She racked her brains, finding it a lot harder to do than usual – but then, the situation was so dire she couldn’t afford any mistakes. Clearly the pressure was just getting to her. “So, first, large army.”

“Very large.” Elora nodded.

“Much lar- lar… Ngh…” The blonde shook her head again, running her fingers through her hair. “Much bigger than it should be. And, and, the supplies, yeah? Those weren’t right…”

“Yeah, you said they didn’t have enough… Uh, Tay, do you have some soot on your hands or something?” The sorceress was squinting at her partner – specifically, at her hair, which had just rolled back dark green after her fingers had passed.

“Huh?” The paladin blinked and looked down at her hands, before showing them to Elora. “No, clean. So, uh… What was I saying… Oh right, the, uh… The equi- the quipy… The stuff.” She shook her head, her hair falling out of its neat style mussy and uneven. “That was weird too. And then there was… Um…”

“Tay…” The sorceress stepped forward, concern lining her brow. “I think something strange is happening.” Hadn’t her friend been wearing gauntlets earlier? Why were her hands bare now…?

“Gimme a moment, El,” the paladin muttered, still pacing in place.

“But Tay-!”

“I said gimme a bit!” Tanya snapped, her voice so fierce that Elora couldn’t help but shrink back. “I just need… just need t’ think…”

But something was absolutely wrong here, El knew it now for certain. In fact, as the redheaded elf looked, she could see a lot of the other woman’s armour had gone missing – her boots had apparently been replaced with leather shoes at some point, her leggings had changed from thick plate to barely-there chainmail… even her chest plate looked wrong, like it had shrunk or something, and it had lost all of its adornments. In fact, as the sorceress watched, the armour seemed to switch from metal to revealing leather in a flicker of shadows, as if she’d blinked and missed the quickest strip show in the world.

And… And had something happened to the light in here? To Elora’s elven night vision, her friend looked almost… green…

Crap. They needed to get out of here, now.

“Oi, Tatty, stoppit already,” she started, striding towards her partner – only to awkwardly trip and fall, her foot snagged on her own robes. Shocked, she tumbled forwards, the fabric ripping away from her entirely, finally finding herself sitting upright on the ground in a small daze…

And speaking of small, why did everything look so big all of a sudden?

“Uuhhh…” Tanya hadn’t noticed her fall, too preoccupied with her own surprisingly slow thoughts, pacing in circles as her teeth grew sharper and her leather top grew tighter. “There was… Der was… All ‘dem ladies, too…” she muttered, her voice dropping a few octaves as she pondered. “Dat was weird…”

El shook herself, finally looking down to work out what had happened. Where had her height gone? Normally she had almost a head over Tanya, but now her eyes barely came up to the other woman’s mid-thigh. Her body had shrunk down to almost a third of its size! … Well, most of her body had. Her chest had apparently been spared, and now she had a pair of proportional melons that stopped her from being able to see anything below her cleavage line.

She gaped, shock running through her, a tingle rising from the bottom of her feet to the tips of her long(er) pointed ears as her skin turned green as well. “W-what da’ hell is all ‘dis?!” She squealed, not noticing her own rough and crude words as she tried to make sense of her change, and desperately reached up to try and pinch herself, break free of what had to be an illusion, but-

“Oooh!” The former elf’s head swam, her thoughts thickening and her wits dulling as her hands instead landed on her tits and squeezed, the burst of sudden pleasure overwhelming her senses. “Dis… Dis ain’t so bad…”

By now, Tanya wasn’t in much better condition. Her holy aura was completely extinguished, her imposing armour replaced with a tight leather bikini, her lithe frame turned into bulk and muscle, her fine golden hair dark and wild. Her skin had turned fully green, with tusk like teeth poking out from under her lips, her eyes now red and lacking all their former sharpness. Even her chest and ass had swelled out, giving her an Amazonian figure that never would have fit inside the paladin’s armour.

And she had noticed none of this, still struggling with her mystery as the gummed up gears in her head slowly ground to a halt. “It was… It were… Wait…” She blinked dully, face screwing up in confusion. “What were me t’inkin’ just den?”

All that was left in her place was a busty dumb orc.

And a giggling goblin at her feet, tiny green hands still gleefully exploring her shrunken body. “Like fuck if I know~” El’s voice was shrill, but still carried more wit than her orc friend’s. “You bein’ dumb, I bet!”

“Oh.” Tay’s brow took on deep, furrowed lines as she tried to work out if that was the case. Wasn’t she, uh, smart or something? She’d thought so… But if El said otherwise, then she couldn’t argue. “Okay.”

Laughter filled the tent as a dark figure appeared, emerging from a portal of shadows. “Wonderful! Simply wonderful. Ah, what an entertaining pair you are. Are you sure adventuring is your true calling? Perhaps the circus would be more suitable for you.” The shadows cleared to reveal a man in dark steel armour and a hooded cloak. The Dark Lord himself. “Although I suppose it’s too late for that as well. Have no fear – you’re quite welcome to serve as my minions instead.”

“Eh?” The interruption was so startling that it finally broke Elora out of her dazed self-gratification. “Hey, what d’fuck! Tatty, dat’s d’big bad guy! Go get ‘im!”

“Okay!” The former paladin liked that order. It was big and simple, just like her. “HAAAHHH!!!”

Hefting her club, she charged at the shadowy figure, a loud war cry screaming from her lips – only to run her face directly into his outstretched palm. The Dark Lord grinned. “Thank you for volunteering.”

Then there was a flash of purple, dark light seeping out around his palm, and a shimmering black sigil appeared over the ‘paladin’s forehead, her eyes rolling up in her head as the magic slammed into her mind. In an instant, all memory of her former self, of her noble quest and her devotion to the light, was washed away. Instead, all she remembered was Tat, barbarian orc, and loyal minion to the Dark Lord.

Her lips curled into a dazed, wide smile, before she staggered into a salute – accidentally knocking her head with her club, but that was fine, she didn’t keep anything important in there. “Reporting for duty, Sir!”

“Huh?” El was stunned. “Ey, Tatty, what d’fuck are you doin’?! Smack him already!”

The Dark Lord chuckled. “Oh yes, can’t forget that. Bring the goblin up here, would you?”

Suddenly, Elora was hoisted up into the air, Tat’s hands grasping firmly around her middle. “Here ya’ go, Master!”

“Hey!” The former elf squirmed, her tits jiggling wildly as she tried to break free. “What are ya’ doin’? Lemme go, you green skinned block-Huah!!”

Purple light flashed again as the Dark Lord grabbed the goblin’s head, and all memory of Elora, the proud, loyal, powerful sorceress was purged from her brain. Instead, only Elly, the lewd, crude, conniving goblin was left in her place – all she’d ever been, and all she had interest in being from now on~

El groaned pleasantly, drooling a little as the purple light in her eyes receded, and the dark sigil over her brow faded. Slowly, stupidly, she came back to herself – only to lay eyes on the most important man in her new world. “Oh hey Boss,” she purred, hefting up her chest. “Wanna fuck my tiddies?”

Behind her, still holding the smaller woman up, Tat frowned. “Heeeey,” the whined, her voice low and rumbling. “I wanted dat…”

“Well I asked first, bitch~”

“Rrgh, dat not fair!”

“Now now, girls.” The Dark Lord’s voice cut through the duo’s argument like a scythe, and both women immediately straightened to attention. “There’s no need to fight. After all, we’ll be upon the Crusadiance’s homeland in a few days – oh, don’t worry, your message was already intercepted, they’ll have no warning that we’re coming…”

Both orc and goblin blinked blankly at him, but didn’t interrupt to say they had no idea what he was talking about.

“… So soon enough, I’ll have an even larger harem of green girls to take care of. I need to train up my stamina.” He snapped his fingers, and a dark portal opened next to the pair. “Why don’t you both help me do that in my private chambers?”

“Uh, sure thing Master,” Tat nodded, bouncing Elly in her arms. “Want me t’bring sum trainin’ gear too? Dey got big clubs here!”

“Shut up and go through d’portal, you dummy!” The goblin smacked her ride’s tits with a grunt. “We’re gunna get laid!”

“Oh! Okay.” The orc’s eyes lit up, and she charged through the gate, carrying her goblin buddy along – followed, a moment later, by the Dark Lord. Behind them, the portal vanished – as did all trace of Tanya the paladin, and Elora the Sorceress. Now, just two more minions for the horde – soon to be joined by many, many more…