Mutually Beneficial Dungeoneering 13 (Patreon)

"I've killed so many goblins I'm shocked there are still goblins in this freaking dungeon! How do these guys even BREED this much!?" Mara screamed as she picked up the hundredth, and final, Goblin Penis from the ground. Penises, dicks, cocks, dongs, wangs, wieners, sausages, pricks, however she called it, she had a bag of a hundred pieces of greenskin genitalia slung over her shoulder, when she put the final one in there.

"Well sometimes high level adventurers come back down to the first floors to revive the days of their youth," Rosie quipped. "Still, I have to admit, you've improved rapidly, It's like watching poetry in motion darling," she said with a wink.

"Please tell me this isn't some sort of bullshit secret training thing that I could've just done without also collecting goblin dicks..." Mara begged.

"Oh, no, not at all. I'm not any sort of martial arts master or anything," Rosie said, raising her hands as if to ward off the accusation, proclaiming her innocence. "I wouldn't even know about some sort of secret training or anything, to be honest I'm more likely to just swap out a part for a better one or find a shady ritual that can quickly increase my abilities. I'm a Golem, I can't really build up muscle like you."

"Right, that... You know, I've never met a Golem as..."

"No need to specify, I know," Rosie said, waving her hand. "I'm a special one, my creator really, really wanted a partner more than he did a slave. We wrote books about the pros and cons of leveling your golems at Kamadeva!" Rosie said. "By which I mean she wrote the books, I starred in them," she added with a lewd and saucy smile. 

Mara shrugged. "Anyway, I think I'm good to go. Honestly this was way faster than I expected... Considering how long it took me before just to grab a few, being done with a hundred in a little over a week is amazing!"

"The wonders of being able to kill many goblins in quick succession eh? You probably haven't even noticed how much faster we're moving compared to when you just started yet, but you'll see... for now, let's set up camp and prepare the Ultimate Fertility Soup," Rosie said. "I brought everything else we need, you got what I asked for?"

"Besides the dicks," Mara said, putting the dick bag on the ground and unhooking the chain that kept her wolf cowl fastened to her shoulders, pulling it off of her body.

Below it, the latest iteration of Benny's work was proudly displayed, and displaying her body at that.

"That boy really does amazing work," Rosie gushed, "such a sweet and beautiful darling, you'd never think he's a smith of such a level!"

Mara shrugged. "At this point I don't even care anymore," she said, "I'll just accept that this is what I'm getting as far as skin covering," she mused, looking down at herself.

Her sabatons and greaves were fine, actually almost disturbingly comfortable. The less she thought about the inner lining the better. Polished Dark Steel that glinted in the low lighting of the first floor followed the shape of her calves and knees perfectly, giving her a full and uninterrupted range of motion, and under it, she had stockings made from extraordinarily elastic material, that managed to be breathable and comfortable.

Her thighs were bare but for the straps that connected her torso armor to her leg armor, and her crotch was covered by a deceptively simple looking black thong. Only those who were capable of seeing mana with the naked eye would see that there were runes inscribed onto it, a big rune of protection in the small triangle of fabric at the front, and another on the even smaller triangle at the back, as well as myriad tiny runes, forming the core of the outfit's enchantment, on the strings of cloth that connected her thong together. 

Her armor covered her sides and ribs, metal plates in the form of plumes that perfectly fit to the curves of her body, and were attached on her back with a series of flexible connections allowing her to move freely. Some would've wondered what purpose an armor that left all the vitals of her abdominal area bare served, and truly, it was just there to hold an enchantment.

The fact that it would deflect slashes at her sides was a bonus, the primary protection came from the impact dampening Benny had worked into it.

It also served to hold her breasts in place. "You think I've gotten bigger lately?" Mara mused, as she grabbed at her tits. "It feels like these move around more than they used to..."

"That's proof that we're on the right path, darlin'," Rosie said, as she popped a cookie from a small box she'd pulled from within her into her mouth. "How's that corset-like armor work as a bra?"

"Benny's measurements are incredible," Mara hummed. "It's perfect really."

"You're not cold anywhere either?" Rosie asked.

"Surprisingly, it's as he said, the only place that I actually kinda feel naked in is at my shoulders," Mara said. Benny had even made her a neck and shoulder guard that made it easier for her wolf cowl to stay in place. It was comfortable, kept her warm, was easy to move in, and if she was willing to admit it, she kinda liked how it made her shoulders look slightly bigger and more muscular than they actually were.

"It's really amazing work... you're so lucky to have discovered him," Rosie said, "make sure to take good care of him, alright?"

"Yeah, I keep thinking every time he comes up with some new idea that I'm probably the luckiest person in this dungeon to have taken him along when I did," Mara said, nodding. "But I have to respond to all his work, it's the least I can do," she added, "with my own work, I can't stagnate here!"

Rosie giggled. "Darling, there's other means to reward him," she said raising an eyebrow.

"I mean yes, of course, I also reward him like that... but to be honest that might as well be a reward for me..." Mara sighed. Her nose twitched as she caught a strange smell. She looked at where Rosie was setting up camp, she had made a firepit and had already lit a fire, as well as put a large pot with water, goblin dicks, and a bunch of unidentifiable herbs and spices. "Ugh, why does that smell good?!"

"Because your body craves it!" Rosie said, giving her a thumbs up. She regurgitated then, spitting out a pink rock. "Alright, darling, turn around and show me that cute butt of yours, this is gotta go up your pooper."

"Can I at least know what's going to happen to me when we're done here?" Mara asked.

"Okay. I guess I might as well explain what kind of awakening we're going for," Rosie said. "So, here's the thing about baseline humans like you," she spoke, "all of you have some sort of potential, somehow or other, that you can't normally access. A lot of your potential is accessible through training, through blessings of the temples or through fulfilling certain conditions at a labyrinth or dungeon, usually finding an altar or bringing a specific item somewhere."

"Right. So basically, just... allowing myself access to what's already there that I can't use?" Mara asked.

"Yes! We used to call it Class Change but since classes fell out of fashion with adventurers, it's now just called Awakening," she explained.

"So what makes this special? Couldn't I just gather enough money and ask a priest to unlock my potential for me?" she asked. "I guess it's cheaper."

"Well, it's actually more expensive. This many goblin dicks? About enough to get you an unlock," Rosie explained, stirring the pot as Mara turned around, bent over, and pulled down her thong, revealing her slightly fatter than usual ass. "Oh, your thighs look great, you've been putting in work!"

"Thanks," Mara replied, a bit dubious. She heard as Rosie stopped stirring, and felt the golem's hands on her cheeks for a moment, before the slightly uncomfortable and stuffy feeling of having something go up an exit hole struck her, for only a moment, before her by now well trained body simply felt pleasure from the fingers and rounded, smooth gemstone, going up her anal passage.

It was still fairly uncomfortable when Rosie pulled her fingers out, leaving the gem in.

"Now use those strong muscles and make sure it stays in darling~" Rosie said. "It's important!"

"O-Okay," Mara sighed. 

"Anyway, so, what makes this special, is that this type of awakening brings out the potential of your bloodline, not just your own personal potential," Rosie explained. "Usually, if you don't have enough in you of whatever it is, it's impossible to bring out the power of your blood," Rosie explained, taking a sip of the cock stew, "oh that's nice, ahm, but with this ritual... you can bring out even a single drop of blood's power. Meaning everything you have, all of your potentials, will be unlocked at once."

"There's no way something like this doesn't have drawbacks," Mara said. "Otherwise everyone would be doing it!"

"Well, my old friend's the only one who figured out how," Rosie said, "and he asked that I only ever share it with someone whom I thought worthy," she added. "That's actually why I work the newbie gates you know, always looking out for promising people like you guys."

"Ahh, that- makes sense actually," Mara agreed. "But..."

"As for downsides, well, it has the same downsides as a regular awakening, slightly more pronounced. So you'll level up slower," she explained. 

Mara had also read up on the main reason why awakenings weren't even brought up until adventurers reached a much higher level - usually, it resulted in their level up rate slowing down to the point that they were overtaken by those that weren't awakened, making it a tradeoff that usually went poorly.

Even if an awakened person had abilities that were two levels higher than his unawakened party members, it didn't matter when they were three levels ahead, for example, simply because they were getting more benefit from the fights they were in.

Usually people awakened when they felt they had reached the ceiling of their levels for that reason.

"Anyway," Rosie said, flicking her wrist, a chill wind erupting from the motion and wiping out the fire. She grabbed the pot, and Mara watched her move the extremely large pot from the firepit to more stable flat ground like it was nothing, despite it being full. 

"You know, I wasn't really paying attention, but, how does a pot that's bigger than both of us combined fit inside you?" Mara asked. 

"That," Rosie said, smirking, "is a secret," she said, pulling a stepladder from behind her back, as tall as Mara herself. "Anyway, now darling, you're going to go into this pot, and I want you to settle in, open your mouth, nostrils, eyes, cunt, everything except the back door, this stuff is going to go inside you, and it needs to go in through every hole. And remember, make sure to keep your butthole clenched around that gem, not a single drop of this stuff must come into contact with the gem or go into you through your butthole!"

"W-Wha, why- this is- that's boiling hot, it's going to-"

"Do you trust me, darling?" Rosie asked. "If you trust me, then this is it, this is what I've promised you. I'll grant you the power you seek!" she said. "Your power has already increased a bit from the training and preliminary work, you don't actually need this. You can just grow normally, and you will overcome your enemies like anyone else. You have the potential, you have more potential than most even. Just say the word, I'll destroy this, and we'll never speak of this again," she explained. "I want you to be sure that what you're doing is what you want to do, because once you go into this pot, there's no going back. You'll be changed forever. You won't just be a regular human adventurer anymore, you'll be something more, something better."

Mara looked at her for a few moments.

"So I want you to ask yourself if you desire this power enough to change yourself irreversibly for it."

Mara closed her eyes.

She remembered her humiliating loss.

She remembered the feeling of insecurity and fear that it gave her to lose like that. How it could've resulted in the deaths of her companions. The friends she had made since she came here.

Truth be told?

"As if I would say no at this point!" Mara muttered. "Since I came to this dungeon, I've been fucked in every hole, gangbanged, beat up, humiliated and defeated. I've experienced things that I never thought I would experience, and I've discovered parts of me I'd rather never have discovered. But I made friends, people who support me, and who I need to support in turn. I'll be fucked by an entire stampede of minotaurs before I let something as stupid as simple fear keep me from being the strongest I can be for them!"

Mara went up the step ladder, and with a courageous step, allowed herself to sink into the disturbingly thick, white stew that was still gently steaming, and as she focused on Rosie's advice to keep her butthole clenched and everything else open, she allowed her body to take in the liquid.

And then it felt like the liquid flowed directly into her mind, flooding into every part of her, but through the turmoil and tempest, she kept her mind on Rosie's advice, and she remembered the gem, and to keep it safe and dry.

And then the white waters receded, and she found herself not submerged, but standing, in the wrecked remains of a giant iron pot.

She raised her hands. Skin of a rich, tanned brown color greeted her.

Her ear itched, One of her hands went to run her fingers alongside her right ear, and along its length, feeling out its shape... long, pointy, soft, sending tingles through her body as her fingers traced it.

"I see..." Mara muttered. "I understand now. I get it, this is what it meant, this is what it was..." 

The golem that had helped her was picking herself up from the mess and heap she'd landed in. "Mara, you okay? Tell me that's still you in there," she said. "Tell me I didn't screw this up..."

"I am," Mara said, even her voice felt a little bit strange. "... just checking but - my clothes didn't stain right? Benny said they were stain resistant, but-"

"Oh I'm so glad!!" Rosie gushed, "it worked! Steven you cocksucking fiend, your ritual worked, we did it! We succesfully did it! We turned someone into a Dark Elf and they kept their sanity!" she cried, laughing madly, "Mara you beautiful woman, you're the best! I was right! I knew it! You were the one!" she cried, pumping her fist. "I thought it might be too soon but you were ready!" she shouted.

"W-What? Dark elf? Ready for what?" Mara asked.

Rosie stood up. "Welcome to the ranks of the legendary people, Mara! You're now a rare, no- a straight up unique existence! In all of this world, you're the sole manmade elf, a Dark Elf!"

Mara looked down at herself.

She was... perfect. She could see it. No scars. No blemishes. No marks. No imperfections. Every part of her was... perfect. Almost uncannily so. She could see sharper, as if everything was bathed in strong sunlight. She could count Rosie's individual hairs, from several meters away, even! She felt light, airy, like the ground had no hold on her.

But most important of all...

She winced. "I really need to go to the bathroom," she said, panicking a little. She had just ingested more than her bodyweight in dick soup after all!

Rosie burst out laughing.