Mercy's Quest
Story by cuteycindyhoney
Mercy, a female warrior of great courage and skill sets out on a quest to save the king’s only son from the evil witch of the woods. Things look bleak when she is captured, and discovers that the prince is now a princess! Just when she thought it could get no worse, the witch alters Mercy’s body! Can Mercy control her own lust until she can free them, or will she succumb to the urge to use her new manhood on the comely princess?
Mercy’s Quest
By Honey Moon
Torch in hand, Mercy made her way silently through the
damp moonlit wood. Her nose twitched as she passed yet another
moldering corpse. “He should have ducked.” She whispered as she
toed the still occupied helmet aside. The steel incased head clanked
softly against its former body. Four limbs lay several paces in four
differing directions. This was the sixth armored body she had
passed. The king had sent his six most trusted knights in a bold
attempt to rescue his only offspring, Prince Alexis. As Mercy had
suspected, the plan had failed.
The leather-clad woman’s full bosom rose in pride. Armor
was fine if you wanted to show off your youthful manly strength
while parading through a village, but she would choose speed any
day! Simple but wicked mechanical and magical traps had ended
the lives of the king’s champions. At a full forty seasons her eyes
were still keen and her body still agile enough to win the day. Of
course the stench of the dead near each trap had helped too.
There was a soft rustle in the trees ahead. Without thinking,
Mercy threw herself to the ground. A blast of flame roared over
her prone body. It felt as if she stood too near a smith’s forge.
Three seconds! Three seconds before the beast could draw another
breath and exhale burning death over her. Three seconds was all
she needed!
Mercy leapt to her feet and charged the dragon as it entered
the clearing. It was unknown where these creatures had come from.
Some say they were a folly of the olden times, when man had
dared to tamper with the very essence of life itself. Others say they
were sent from the pits of hell itself to punish the wicked. Either
way, Mercy didn’t care. She just knew it was the beast’s life or her
own! The dim light of the fallen torch flashed on burnished steel as
she drew her sword. The Hell beast opened its maw to discharge
another blast. The warrior had only one chance. She screamed in
wordless rage as she thrust! Her steel plunged deep into that
hideous maw! Mercy felt the solid jar and crunch as the blade
continued through the back of its throat and severed the beast’s
spine. Yanking it free, she danced aside as the dragon convulsed in
death. Flame erupted as the foul creature twisted and writhed much
as a headless chicken running across a farmyard. No chicken was
as dangerous as this! Burning death rained everywhere as the
dragon died. Thankfully, aside from a large squirrel that happened
to be in the wrong place at the wrong time, the creature only
managed to incinerate itself.
“Damnation!” Mercy cleaned her blade with a scrap of cloth
as she watched the funeral pyre burn. The scent of the beast’s
cooking flesh made her mouth water. It was such a crying shame
that dragon meat was pure poison to humans! It would have been
quite a bonus to be able to increase her supplies. Still, it was better
to keep her pack light. Mercy satisfied herself with grabbing the
burned squirrel. It hadn’t been properly butchered, but beggars
couldn’t be choosers.
“That Hell spawn beast had the feel of a guard.” She
muttered softly as she skinned, and then tore the legs from the
squirrel to make her dinner. She tossed away the rest of the animal
and picked up her torch. “Guarding what though, I wonder?”
Eating with one hand, she bit into steaming meat as she followed
the dragon’s tracks by firelight. Mercy soon discovered just what it
was guarding. Wiping squirrel grease from her hands, she stood
and studied the stone outcropping before her. Set into the living
rock was a massive oaken door. “Now things are getting
interesting!”
The warrior knew the risks involved in opening such a door.
She had no way of detecting if any spell were placed upon it. Just
touching the surface could give the witch warning of her approach.
She had come this far. She just had to see this through! Mercy
grasped the iron ring and gave a pull. With a squeal of protest, the
door slowly creaked open. The air from below was surprisingly
cool against her skin as she entered the stone structure. Thrusting
her torch forward, she eyed the stairway ahead of her. This must be
it. Down in the bowels of the earth was the witch’s lair. Why else
would there be such a fearsome guardian? Mercy had no option.
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