A New Goddess (Patreon)

Surprise!  A quick little story for y'all to (hopefully) enjoy! 

"The racism is ridiculous," Vai huffed as he pushed his chair, tipping onto the back legs and catching it before the front legs hit the floor.  He pushed back again, his elven grace effortlessly balancing him on the two chair legs.

"It's fine," Grella grumbled.  The orc reached up to rub her left tusk, tweaking it between thumb and forefinger.  She wondered if it was loose and wouldn't be surprised if it was.  Her shorter top tusks grinded against the longer lower ones when she stared at the bartender's retreating back through the closing door to their private room.  She massaged her bare feet with a heavy sigh.

"We have to face it," Maven said.  She lay on the lone bench with her legs out before her and her arms crossed beneath her small chest.  "We're near enough to the Capital that non-humans are still rare enough to scare people."

The elf and orc glanced at the thief, the only human in their small group.  Grella turned to stare through the grimy window and then thumbed the silver amulet laying above her bosom.  She winced when she set it back carefully against her skin.  A haunted look filled her eyes as she remembered what happened before she had it made.

Run, you fool! Grella screamed at Vai as a horde of furred creatures swarmed to their position.  They wore simple leather armor that covered their chests and clutched an assortment of blades from short swords to pitchforks no doubt stolen from nearby farmers.  The transparent wall the elven mage created earlier cracked under the pressure of hundreds of the creatures pushing against its surface.  Snouts and claws and teeth broke through as she held the tunnel for her two companions.  Before she could follow them, the shield broke and she ran, cutting and smashing through the small army, crying out when teeth clamped to her body or claws tore through her exposed flesh.  She'd wandered afterwards, separated from her party until the curse hit.

"It's supposed to be a celebration," Vai sighed, swirling the wine in his mug.  "I thought we were dead back there.  I thought we'd lost you, Grell."

"We should've been dead," Maven agreed.  "They didn't even stop when I hurled the gem towards them."

The small thief opened her palm to show a faceted red gem that she set on the table with a smile.  Grella hissed out quietly and stared at it, reaching once more for her amulet.

"Well, the fake gem," the thief laughed.

Grella's fist tightened on the amulet as she stared at the refraction of the light streaming through the gem's beguiling center.  Her mouth hung slack until she growled and shook her head, pulling the amulet free from her neck.  It rolled from her fingers and between the loose floorboards around them.

The orc woman's eyes focused on the gem and she licked her lips before swallowing hard.  A drum began to beat in her mind, the faint echoes building slowly.  

Black lines highlighted the yellow streaks in her red eyes.  They flowed freely, consuming the yellow and then the red until her eyes were pure black.  Her lips trembled as her chest rose and fell.  The orc rubbed the back of her hand on her lips and then clawed her face as tiny holes opened around the tips of sleek black whiskers.

"I'll be back," the elf said, leaping lightly to his feet.  "Too much wine already."

Grella pawed at her chest as sweat formed on her brow.  Her tusks groaned, collapsing as they folded in on themselves to retreat into her massive jaw.  As they shrank, her incisors grew, cutting into the sides of her tusks to shave away strips of ivory.  

A voice sang to her, rising in pitch until her thick green ears twitched and began to unfold.  Their mass flowed outward, sliding against the tight braids of her black hair.  As they grew, the voice became clear and she screeched quietly, opening her thighs when the song told her of her purpose.  Her true purpose.  To raise a mischief of pups and build a new army.  To be the queen that gave praise to the goddess whispering and singing in her mind.

Tan and black fur slid from the backs of her ears as they continued to grow.  She scratched at the table with ragged nails that elongated and curved, the ends coming to sharp, black points that tore strips from the dense table.

Fur erupted along her body.  She squeaked, her voice deep enough to make the noise ominous.  Her claws tore at the plate armor she wore, pulling and tugging as the heat from the fur spreading along her body became too much to withstand.  

Bones cracked in her back and stretched, green straining and fading to white and then further to pink as the tiny tip of her ribbed tail flailed beneath the thick pelt she wore.

"Grell, you oka- mmph!" Maven said, cut short when Grella lunged for her, shoving her down and biting her shoulder.  The thief kicked and pushed until the orc released her.  She opened her mouth to scream and then jerked in surprise when the orc kissed her.

The weight of the large orc was oppressive.  Maven pushed and shoved as the other woman's tongue flooded her mouth.  She felt fur emerging from the hardened muscles lining the orc's bare back but the drumming filling the room distracted her.  Calmed her.  Urged her on.  Maven gripped the fur and pulled back with a gasp, mouth open and short whiskers vibrating.

Grella tore at the thief's tunic.  White fur grew around the wound in her shoulder as it slowly healed, the flesh knitting together while the fur spread outward.

"No!" Maven squeaked, covering her nudity.  Her hands hide her small breasts and sex as she stared at the orc.  She tried to push herself back but jack-knifed, thrusting her chest forward while clawing at the bench.  The tips of her nails curled forward into talons and her breasts quaked as fur sprouted between them.

"No," the girl said again, grabbing at the sides of her head.  Her ears slid through her fingers, thin and long and when she opened her eyes, they were pure obsidian.  "I-  I-"

Grella bent between the girl's legs, shoving her wide face against the girl's sex.  The large orc's whiskers tickled Maven and she gasped, thrusting herself down and grinding against her companion's lips.  The orc's tongue, thin and long, thrust between the girl's lips and Maven screeched with pleasure, massaging her own breasts as a light dusting of white fur crept up and over them.  

Bones creaked in Grella's jaw as it pushed forward but she ignored the pain as she pleasured the other girl.  Her tongue writhed inside the thief but she stopped suddenly, glancing towards the door with tall, alert ears twitching forward.  

Maven rolled and crawled.  Bones pushed against the girl's lower back and the tip of her own pink tail emerged, already surrounded by soft white fur.  The girl grabbed Grella's massive thighs and her tongue lashed out, growing thin while elongating until it dragged against the orc's swollen, dripping pussy.  The orc caressed the other girl's hair.  Her long claws dragged over the bare skin on Maven's nape but white fur emerged, spreading down from her scalp and over her back.

Grella pushed Maven gently and crouched, readying herself.  Her massive pink tail thumped against the bench and the floor while Maven bent herself in half to lick her own pussy.

The door opened and Vai stepped in, closing it behind him.  He barely had time to turn before Grella was already on him, pinning him to the ground.  She twisted, shoving her pussy against his face while tearing at his trousers to expose his cock.  He slapped at her furred ass but she wrapped her tail around his neck gently to hold him in place as she lapped at his dick.  His muffled cries were lost to her.  

Grella's heavy breasts swung beneath her.  Her thumb-thick black nipples were as swollen as her pussy and hardened, throbbing for a mouth or pinching fingers.  Light brown fur crept up from between her thighs, creeping along her belly and up to her breasts.  Green skin vanished beneath her thick pelt and she massaged her breasts, clawing fur and skin while shoving her ass down against the elf.

The orc's calves flexed when cramps caused her toes to spasm and curl.  Fur pierced the bare skin of her legs while she clawed at the ground with her feet.  Thick, leathery padding grew along her forefoot as the tendons stood out.  Her toes spread and the bones screeched as they pushed forward and her claws grew forth to bite into the wood floor beneath them.  While her big toes shriveled and retracted, dark padding bulged away from the bottoms of each toe.

SIlver fur grew from the base of Vai's cock as it began to harden in her mouth.  His fists still beat at her sides and she felt sharp points mark her flesh when his own claws scrapped her waist.  

A hesitant tongue licked her pussy and the elf's arms scratched up her thighs to her ass, to spread her wide.  She heard the elf squeak with growing pleasure and he thrust up into her mouth.

As much as she wanted to finish, she pulled away and Maven quickly replaced her, jumping to straddle the elf while grabbing his cock and guiding it inside of her.  Vai rolled his head as silver eyes darkened to black and his flat incisors began to lengthen to sharp points.  He reached up to claw through Maven's white fur before pulling her down to suck at an exposed teat.  His needle-sharp elven ears expanded, flowing outward into rounded tips as silver fur spread from the backs into soft wisps along the edge.

Grella burst into the common room, clawing and biting freely as the patrons screamed and fled before her.  She marked two as they left the inn and then stood blocking the doors.

A barbarian roared at her and charged, swinging his axe for her neck.  She rolled, dodging away from him while swiping at his bare leg to leave four long bloody marks.  He swung again and then kicked when she rolled toward him and her shoulder drove him to the ground.  

The barbarian screeched in rage and then clawed at his chest to expose black fur growing over bare skin.  He rolled to his knees and then all fours with his face forward, sniffing the air and shaking his head.  His cock grew hard, pushing past the simple loin cloth he wore as Grella turned, dropped to all fours and offered herself to him.  

Chaos reigned around her.  The barmaid cornered a patron.  She held her dress up in her hands and grey fur pushed through the tears in her bodice.  Her hand reached out to claw the man's trousers and she shoved him to a chair, sitting on his cock and thrusting herself back and forth while pulling his mouth to her chest.  She laughed when he pulled her breasts free to suckle at her nipple and his hands reached around to fondle her lightly furred ass.  She grinded back and the tip of her erect cock slid inside of her, causing her to squeak loudly as she impaled herself.

A young couple panted in the corner, the male tearing at his clothes and stroking his erection while his new wife shivered and groaned.  She reached for his cock and then hissed, snatching her hand back.  Brown fur spread down her shoulders to her arms and she screamed before pushing herself down to suck her husband's cock.

Another male came up behind the girl and she raised her ass when she felt the man's claws grip her waist.  He tore her dress away to reveal her swollen sex and the man screeched in triumph when he spread her pussy open with his throbbing, reddened cock.  

"Please, please, please," another woman moaned, her lightly furred paw stroking her clit as a man shoved away from her in horror.  "Need it.  Need it so bad.  Babies.  Need make babies!"

The man convulsed and snarled, shoving at his cock.  He pushed against it to deny his growing arousal but it betrayed him and he squeaked in anger.  Finally he jumped the woman, shoving her down as she spread her legs, wrapping her ankles around his waist.  Fur grew from his skin to needle her still-bare shins but she ignored it, clawing at his back and nipping his shoulder while he pounded into her soaking wet pussy.

Red light filled the tavern as the wererats mated and light, crystalline laughter boomed throughout the village.

Screams sounded from the streets as the two who escaped earlier found their own victims and the curse spread under the watchful eye of their new goddess.