Gold Tier Story - Class Rerolling (Patreon)

In the depths of night after the festivities had faded and the lights blown out at the Blue Rose Inn, a shadow darker than the moonless evening stepped into the open and down the stairway headed towards a darkened exit to never be seen again. An evening of a wild banquet had left the temporary occupants of the inn sound asleep in their beds, not that they’d care much anyways if someone had snuck out but the shadowy cloaked figure didn’t wish to risk the disturbance that could possibly wake the innkeeper. After all, they were sneaking off without paying the bill. Which for a thief was not out of the realm of character, thieves often stole and Cross was quite the proud thief indeed.

A scant of his blue fur with black stripes shone upon his arm as his body crossed through the window that revealed the cold moonless night outside. It was the latest of evenings that on the cusp of being the earliest of mornings. Eyes glanced back towards the inn for a brief moment taking notice of the kindness that had been shared with him that evening before he’d disappear forever. Cross, a nickname he’d gotten because of a birthmark of black fur upon his body, was a brilliant thief and running out on a tavern bill was a favored hobby of his, even though he could well afford it. But now he had a different reason for his treachery. 

He was a former member of the thieves guild, an association that did not exist and on his previous exploits he had run afoul of them. Not by abandoning his adventuring companions to their fates in an expedition gone wrong, nor was it after when he usurped a fellow guild member’s bandit raiding party and slit his throat to collect a bounty. No, duplicity, treachery, murder for profit, and murder for fun, these were all allowed in the organization as long as they got their cut. The way that Cross had trespassed against his old confidants and earned himself a lifelong bounty (unless he amassed enough of a fortune to simply buy his way out of trouble) was by bragging about it. 

Cross, a prodigy of a thief with plenty of charm as he had skill with a blade, who would lure you in with a smile and in a moment leave a dagger protruding from your back, had a mark upon him because of his boasting. An evening at a tavern a few months prior and his penchant for drink, gambling, and of course cheating, had led him to bragging about his association with the thieves guild. Of course many at the table paid no heed as it didn’t really exist but his descriptions to back up his claims had caught the wind of rumors and whispers that sealed his fate.

After dodging a few assassination attempts Cross had become a lot more aware of his predicament and the need to keep on the move. Bribing a council of shadowed hoods wouldn’t be easy, nor cheap, and he could never stay in one place too long. It was a shame though, he did like this tavern in particular. He turned and pulled his hood over and made towards the door, but no sooner did his fingertips press against the wooden frame did he feel a jolt of pain sear through his body. Warmth glowed through his body as what he could only describe as a hot poker gouged into his calf muscles causing him to crash forwards against the door. 

Light appeared and his eyes blurred at the sudden resurgence as he quickly turned towards the direction the pain came from, only to see the candle lit glow that had suddenly sprouted surrounding the woman who owned this establishment. “I was wondering when you’d make your move,” She teased with a single fingertip twirling slightly, reinforcing the pain upon his legs. She was dressed in crimson silk and white, a barmaid and the very same that had served drinks that evening. Her name was Sherri the owner of the establishment. “All talk. Promising to pay the bar tab and your evening bill in the morning. Tchtchtch.” 

“I.. I was just going out for an evening stroll..” He gagged on his own pain as Sherri retreated her finger slightly and as such did the burning numbing pain roll through his legs. “I hadn’t even left yet you can’t assume I was stealing!”

Her lips curled into a mirthful giggle as she leaned over the counter and that sweet tune suddenly became monstrous to his ears as she jousted her finger forwards and the pain in his legs that had kept him pinned now shot throughout the rest of his body. He was physically lifted from the ground and pushed against the doorway as Sherri offered out her other fingertips and the heated warmth surged through him. “I’m not mad about, okay well I am mad about you trying to run off on the tab but that’s not why I’m here silly boy.” Her tail swished excitedly behind her as he strained with the warmth that no longer burned like fire underneath his skin but felt warm, almost soothing. “Some friends of yours offered me an interesting deal.” 

He swallowed hard as he stared into the hues of her brown eyes and as odd as it was sensed no malice, but he should have known that this woman was dangerous when his investigations into her origins from the other patrons produced a conflicted narrative of her history. Some said she was an adventurer, a royal Queen of some far off nation that lived in exile, some said she came from the depths of the underworld  a demoness with a glittering smile, or that she inherited this place from her mother years before, or married into it from a hopelessly in love husband.. or a husband that she loved and lost in warring skirmishes. All different yet each patron spoke of it like the truest tale as if they had been with her themselves. Only a woman who had worked with the company of thieves could provide such convincing and enamoring tales. Yet she hardly carried herself in a manner that said she’d ever held a knife, and now he knew why. He then realized that the woman that held him in place with her magic wasn’t simply an innkeeper but that she worked for the guild. “You.. You’re going to kill me..?” He sputtered.

“Kill you?” She said with almost a laugh, his eyes focusing upon her in curiosity. “That would be a waste. No I won’t be killing you, I’ll be training you.” Her voice stayed sweet but her words seemed sinister and made his tail start to curl between his legs. He then felt the heat return growing throughout his body as if he was melting in place, he could feel the tightness pinching at his figure as his cloak fell to the floor revealing his armor that no longer fit his form. The shoulderpads slumped over as the chestpiece suddenly felt tighter than before, the leather straps unhinging through a simple twitch of Sherri’s magic wielding fingertips and to prevent himself from feeling suffocated he pulled at the leather revealing a plump pair of ever growing, ever filling breasts with perky pitch black nipples. 

“What.. What are you doing to me you .. you witch!” Cross exclaimed although his voice had cracked with a higher pitched tone. Immediately he had to check on his dick and no sooner had he peeked at it over his burgeoning breasts did he notice that his once proud canine shaped cock was now rounded and shrinking, his balls being pulled into his own body as he let out a distressed whimper. Her magic working while he had no choice but to watch as silken black labia began to form where his once fluffy testicles once were. Supple folds tight against his pelvis as he let out a helpless whine, it was starting to feel good like a warmth soaked over him and filled underneath his furred frame. 

Like an artist at work the sorceress drew upon his body with her fingertips after the initial transformation had completed, tweaking at her breasts and filling them even more. “You’re obviously reckless and a blabber mouth so we’ll have to fix that, and of course you’ll be paying quite the hefty fine on top of my cost for training you but don’t worry you’ll have plenty of time.” Sherri’s index and middle fingers slowly pinched together squeezing in Cross’ abdomen and providing an hourglass figure to contrast her thick hips. 

Her body felt smaller, thinner, and all the gear that still rest upon her frame felt more uncomfortable and bulky than before. Her eyes noticed the way her arms had shrunk and her once powerful proud biceps were more toned and slender. Eyes glanced up at Sherri with pleading eyes, “How am I supposed to even repay you..?” She could barely stand with her body off balance from the change to her natural center of gravity and her heavy breasts weighing upon her frame. 

Wordlessly Sherri leaned down underneath the counter and the shuffling sound of cloth brought Cross’ ears pert and twitching at attention. From under the counter Sherri’s hands spread out to reveal a corset and garter belt, leggings that dangled from underneath, and a pair of glossy black high heels that would match her furred stripes. “Oh I have a few ideas in mind.” 

…

There was nothing like the crisp cold taste of ale on a winter’s evening. Feruna always took a good few weeks off from mercenary work to enjoy the festivities of autumn’s harvest. She definitely needed a vacation after the past few months with more than enough headaches for one lifetime. A healthy glug of ale poured directly into the maw of the thirsty lioness until streaks of it spilled down the sides of her mouth and she slammed the wooden drinking mug upon the counter. “Another!” She called out and happily dropped a silver coin into the wooden bowl that had plenty for it to join already. The mighty lioness reached out and grabbed at another mug while pushing her hips forwards. 

The large lioness had a body rippled with muscles that held upon her treetop Amazonian figure, her powerful muscular thighs decorated with markings of battle barely contained the healthy thick girth that was being pumped into the ebony tinted lips of the foxslut currently sucking on her cock. Metallic armor that hugged upon her frame was carried easily by the lioness who’s sweat soaked body didn’t miss a beat as she thrust her hips back and forth into the soppy slutty mouth of the vixen. “Sherri,” The lioness groaned happily as she rolled her hips back and forth eagerly rubbing her thick nuts against her snout and burying the barmaid slut’s nostrils in the crevice between the base of her cock and the heft of her nuts. “Mmhh! This is the best Brewharvest Special yet!” 

The slight gurgling sound of slut wrapped around her cockmeat was a pleasant answer the mix of moans and small gasps of air she made as her body was crammed in between two cocks vibrated along Feruna’s length and the squishing palm against her tits caused the pussy wrapped around Sherri’s knotted blue cockmeat to contract and squeeze. “Mhmm!” Sherri crooned excitedly as she rolled her hips inside lewdly grinding her knotted cock that was on the verge of cumming against the warmth of her cervix. “She’s my best apprentice yet I think!” 

Not to be outdone Feruna started to rail her hips just as hard as Sherri on the other side, eagerly plunging her dick down into the back of Cross’ throat and holding onto her breast for leverage as she took a greedy drunken sip of her ale. Her fat cock sliding deep and her heavy balls now clapping against the vixen’s face marking her with the scent of a musky lioness’ cock! Her teeth bared as she snarled with pleasure holding one hand upon the tit and squeezing tightly as her asscheeks clapped against her muzzle. “Hfff… Hahh.. Mhhh!” She groaned before peeling her entire cock back, jutting forwards with a firm thrust that caused the girl’s eyes to cross and her body to convulse. Feruna’s cock trembling. “Ghhahh.. Ghnahhh..”

The lioness let out a mighty roar as she arched her breasts upwards and tilted her head to the sky, her hand still clutching on the handle of the ale but it trembled as she stood upon her tiptoes with her cock burrowed deep into Cross’ throathole her cum erupted from the dilated tip drenching the back of Cross’ well used throatpussy and slowly retrieving her cockmeat until the head was now soaking the insides of her muzzle. “Go on.. Get a taste.. Really wash it all down..” She smirked as the vixen girl squealed moaned, from behind the counter Sherri’s cock had plunged in deep and Cross was inundated with cum from both ends. Her womb had been sampled by quite a few of the patrons so far but she had not yet been knotted and her convulsing little body spasmed upon the bar counter as she tried to swallow down the whole load of cum while in the midst of her own orgasm.

Almost achingly slowly Feruna would peel her hips back and dragging her still semi hard cock from between Cross’ lips. “Ghuhh..” The barbarian lioness now dripping with sweat smeared her cum leaking cocktip along the vixen’s gasping mouth like she was applying a layer of lipstick. “That’s great..” Her hand lifted and poured back the ale she had sipped on before and quickly downed the drink with a healthy series of chugging gulps. “Mwuhhh.. Hahhh.. That’s one heck of a drink deal..” Feruna gave a very unfeminine belch. “I’ll see you in a few cutie..” She giggled down at the girl who’s eyes were glazed over with pleasure, cum drooling out the roof of her mouth and along her muzzle as she tried to speak.

“More.. More cock.. Please.. Please more..” Cross whimpered helplessly addicted to her own pleasure as the heavy sound of thunderous footsteps tapped upon the floor. Another woman had appeared and her heavyset frame put her dick just at the right height for the vixen’s face. Sherri immediately recognized the woman in a mix of holy metals carrying a large hammer in one hand that thumped bludgeon first to the floor. “Hi.. Misses.. Please.. take part in our.. dick and.. drink special..” 

Sherri’s eyes widened, she knew this customer from quite a few previous visits and her heavy elephant form flashed an excited smirk as she unhooked the straps of her metallic crotchplates revealing a thick fat cock spotted with the tones of her flesh and an obscenely thick plump pair of balls that dangled below it. “Hi Ellie..” Sherri bit down on her lower lip feeling her cock throb inside of Cross’ pussy, almost rejuvenated by the sight of that milfy mommaphant. 

The vixen gulped at the sight of the heavy cock that was pointed in her direction, the length and girth as it measured against her legs with those throbbing balls and the dollop of pre-cum that started to froth at the tip told her that it could go farther than her throat. Cross gave a slight whimper at the heady scent that made her pawtoes curl excitedly.. then she heard a clinking sound of coin dropping into the pile.