Into the Game, Part 6 (Fantasy TFTG) (Patreon)

By FoxFaceStories

A Story Tier Prompt for TGSorcerer

David and June are a happy married couple who love to play geeky fantasy tabletop games together. But everything goes wrong when they try a new two-player card game and instead are sucked into a fantasy world - one where David is his burly dwarf cleric and June is stuck as her lithe catfolk rogue.

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Part 6: Flying Forms

Daria and Naralae erupted into groans and moans as their forms were once again changed, this time by the spirit of the mountain, who had manifested as a handsome man calling himself Firemeir. The fire that gave him his name surged out of the caldera of what must have been a dormant volcano, sweeping around them and causing their bodies to swell and shift, to shudder and alter.

Daria felt the greatest change immediately. She had been trapped as a ghost girl for months now, incorporeal and barely able to grasp anything physical. Finally, flesh and blood was returning to her system. Her eerie green transparency vanished, replaced by the warmth of pink skin. Her bosom rose and fell with breaths - actual breaths that her physical lungs needed to process - and she squeaked in delight.

“Finally!” she shouted. “I’m finally - wagh!”

She fell right on her rump, no longer able to fly. The very moment she landed her legs were outstretched in shock, but before she could even stand up they snapped outwards again, becoming longer, her toes stretching dramatically. The skin became coarse and hard, turning a dark yellow colour. Her nails became talons, and she actually squawked in shock, like some enormous bird. It was a more correct assessment than she might have known, because feathers began to sprout across her body, tearing apart her corset and then causing her olden-style dress to fall off her form entirely as several spear-like feathers shot out from above her backside.

“What the hell!?” she cried. “I’m becoming - oh, I know this one! Naralae, I’m becoming a harpy!”

The last part she actually sang without even meaning to. The words had burst out of her with such enthusiasm that they had become a birdsong, and this trait was emphasised further as a crest of bright purple feathers formed around her head. Her arms stretched out without her consent, and it quickly became obvious why: they were in the process of becoming large birdwings, though her overall arm structure was still largely preserved, so that at the front edge of the wing a clawed hand was preserved, though it had three talons and a thumb talon, instead of a full five digits. Without even meaning to, she flapped them in agitation, shocked at how the bright purple fur was spreading across her body, leaving just her stomach, her breasts, and her face free. The result was that she literally leapt up into the air and hovered there for several seconds before crashing down, which caused her to squawk again.

Meanwhile, Naralae’s entire body was shrinking. She was overjoyed, because this would mean she definitely didn’t have to worry about spider-babies or pushing out a huge egg sac or whatever it was that giant-ass drider females did. Even her breasts shrank, and she was grateful for that; she’d long wanted larger boobs, but not that big! She sighed with relief as her dark skin turned to a more regular fleshy tone, but then it shifted again until it was a beautiful mocha-brown colour, which confused her.

“Er . . .”

She didn’t even get to start a sentence, because then a rumbling began in her belly, and something pushed out from between her thighs. Naralae gasped, instantly going red in the face at the exact moment that her midnight black skin finished turning into the magnificent olive colour that Firemeir had given her. 

“Um, oh God! I - uh - why am I growing a - a thing between my legs!?”

Even as she asked the question, her voice lowered in pitch, taking on a bellowing brass tone that was magnificently masculine. She covered her mouth in shock, and Daria looked at her with equal surprise. Her former husband was turning into some kind of bird woman - a harpy, perhaps - complete with wider hips and a full-blown bird tail, not to mention little more than a red chest wrapping and a sort of loincloth skirt of the same colour. Meanwhile, Naralae’s clothing was becoming a bright orange with softer blue tones along its edgings. Her breasts sank back into her chest, and her nipples likewise shrank. Meanwhile, the fleshy protuberance between her legs continued to extend.

“Nghh!” she grunted, as two new objects plopped free of her. She reached her hand back and felt a hairy ballsack, which meant that the long fleshy thing in her hand was -

“A penis!?” she gasped, voice impossibly lower than before. “I’m growing a penis!?”

“You are taking on the form of a magnificent djinn,” Firemeir explained. “Would that I could maintain your beautiful female form, but I sensed that your companionship had been broken, and as the more dominant figure, I assumed you to be the naturally male one.”

“Well you got that wrong!” Naralae yelled. “Change me back!”

“I am afraid it is,” the spirit of the mountain announced. “But worry not, there will be more opportunities for change. For now, you can use your djinn powers to aid me in convincing the dragon to no longer threaten me, or those who live upon my slopes or within my shadow!”

The new man groaned, but couldn’t stop the changes. Neither could Daria, who had dearly hoped to become male again, but was just as female, only with a lot more feathers and a strong bird theme. The two experienced the final aspects of their transformation. For Daria, it meant the completion of her wings and the growth of long and beautiful purple hair which was just a few shades darker than her bright feathers. Her hips spread further, giving her a gorgeous figure, but thankfully her breasts were not quite as big as they had been a moment ago, though a lot of cleavage was still on display thanks to her now only wearing a red chest wrap and hanging loincloth. Naralae’s final changes reminded her just how damn male she had just become: a full and rich black beard pushed out from her manly jaw, and a full black moustache too, oiled to perfection. Her chest hair grew thick, and the same was true upon her arms and legs. She - or rather he - now looked like a powerful djinn, and the fire magic of the mountain now surrounded his, becoming his power now too. 

“I’m not even Naralae anymore,” he murmured, holding up his hands and feeling the reality warping essence of his new being. “I’m . . . Naraji.”

“Well, I’m still Daria!” her harpy former-husband chirped, gesturing outwards with her wings. “Why couldn’t you just have made me an amazing fighter or clever wizard?”

Firemeir smirked. “Because you both need to fly. The dragon lies in yonder direction. On top of the great stone pillars you will find the entrance to its lair from above, and it must be flown into, for there are no handholds. Go there, convince it to no longer harass these lands, and I can transform you again and complete your destinies.”

The pair looked at one another. They were meant to be in love, but both could feel the enmity brewing because of their recent cheating, even if said cheating had been partly compelled by their new roles.

“Fine, fine,” Daria said. “At least I’ll get to touch things, and make sure my wife doesn’t have sex with a female genie.”

“And I’ll be able to fly alongside you, honey, and make sure you don’t find some birdboy from your past to get you all knocked up with eggs.”

Daria grimaced, her feathers fluffing up in anger. She relied on her new instincts and took to the skies. With a focus upon her magic, a flying carpet appeared beneath Naraji’s feet, and he too flew up, following his former husband and heading on to the horizon where the spirit of the mountain had indicated.

***

The pair flew together, and yet apart. The wounds of their discussion - well, their shouting argument - was still too fresh, and neither knew quite what to say. The only good thing about the silence was that it allowed them to appreciate the sheer incredible feat that was flying. Daria could feel the wind on her wings, the rustling of her feathers as she rose and dived, as she looped around upon the wind currents and simply soared above the verdant fantasy land so very far below. Naraji looked over the edge of his carpet, amazed at the splendour of creation. He found himself laughing, his booming voice a cackle that echoed upon the wind. 

“To think I was once afraid of flying!” he shouted. “Now I can actually dance on little more than a flying carpet!”

And he started to do just that, cartwheeling and performing handstands and using his agile male strength to its fullest, even while thousands of feet above the trees and rocks and rivers below.

“Please, you call that flying?” Daria replied, her voice a mesmerising song that Naraji made feel a hardness stirring in his breeches. “Check this out, honey!”

And with that, the harpy looped and circled around the handsome and stylish djinn, moving with such elegance and speed that it was beautiful to behold. Naraji wanted to be angry at his former husband, but it was impossible not to cheer as they flew. They lowered down, rapidly descending together and pulling up at the last second to speed along a lake. Daria’s instincts activated, and the harpy began to sing a gorgeous soprano tune. Suddenly, fish began to leap up from the lake’s surface, and she caught them in her talons with excited ease.

“Oh my God! Naraji, are you seeing this!?”

“I am, sweetie! It’s incredible! Let’s see what I can do!”

They reached the edge of the lake, where numerous trees and bushes were growing fruits that were not yet in season. Naraji focused on the power within his new magical and male form, and then sent it shooting outwards in a bright series of sparks. They leapt into the bushes and trees, and suddenly the fruit ripened to a ludicrous extent, to the point where the limbs and branches hung heavy with delicious fantasy fruit of all kinds that had no clear Earthly basis. 

“I sense that they’re good to eat!” he declared with his syrupy voice. His magic picked up dozens of them, and they followed the carpet, floating behind them. The anger was still in their shared memory, but it was lessened by their shared joy over their new forms. Much better than being a fat-bottomed drider and an intangible ghost girl. For Daria, flying as a ghost was more like floating, and had extreme limits. She felt like she had no limits now, and barely cared that she was still female.

“This is incredible!” she cried, her voice a gorgeous tone that was long and high. It made Naraji pay further attention to his changed former-husband, but also to his own male body. It was definitely attracted to the gorgeous harpy, and his libido was clearly stronger than it had been as a woman, though not as bad as it had been while a drider. No, this was something else. Something more . . . dominant that was springing forth.

He decided that he liked it, and he summoned forth a ripe mango-like fruit into his hands and bit into its juices while he watched Daria fly.

“Perhaps we can start again,” he whispered to himself. “Start again like . . . this.”

***

They made a camp that night, and the pair explored their new bodies, though certainly not with one another. Again, that silence reigned, but it allowed them to at least adjust. Naraji discovered the power to summon a mirror in order to inspect himself, and he couldn’t resist stretching and flexing, smirking as he took comfort in his new masculine strength.

“I really do look incredible,” he said, grinning and tweaking his moustache. “I can’t believe I’m actually liking being a man. I can even pee standing up!”

In fact, that last part was actually kind of the thing that sealed it. No more squatting in the woods; Naraji could simply pull his pants down at the front and pee freely into the bushes. It didn’t hurt that his magic could make his urine smell like wildflowers, of course. And he could use his magic to summon a comfortable tent that was bigger on the inside, and yet he could also choose not to use magic, and instead rely on his impressive strength. Without even meaning to, he took to deliberately hauling chopped wood for the campfire, all so that Daria could see him.

And the new bird-woman did indeed take notice. Just like when she’d been fixated on Clayton as part of her strange ghost woman experience, now she was finding her body still attracted to men, only now it was her actual partner. She wasn’t sure if this was better or worse, but she started humming to herself by instinct regardless, a music tune rising in the air between them. Her nipples throbbed, and she remembered that she could actually touch them properly now, and so she did exactly that, caressing her breasts out of view of Naraji. Her talons, while sharp, could be quite delicate, and the sensations left her wings fluttering about in excitement.

“Ohhhh,” she moaned, perhaps a little too loudly. She could feel her passage starting to become moist, her passions stirring. It was just like when she and Naraji had fought off the goblins at the very beginning of their journey. She retreated to her tent quickly, the one that Naraji had kindly summoned for her. She needed to indulge in her passions, and get the embarrassment over with. She lowered her hands down to between her legs and, being careful with the sharp ends of her fingers, began to rub and caress her throbbing clitoris. It caused even louder sweet music in the air, but there was no stopping that now, not while her tail shook in delight and her feathers rustled with excitement.

In his own tent, Naraji grunted happily. He was drawn in by the harpy woman’s music, and only just barely able to resist it. Still, he was naked in his tent, the light of his magic allowing him to see his own immense cock which was straining with erection. The man took a deep breath and started to stroke his member. The release was wonderful, but more release was needed. His balls began to stir, tightening wonderfully as he gripped his dick harder and tugged on it again and again. He wanted to fuck Daria. He wanted to shove this new meaty appendage deep inside her passage and make her sing an entire aria! He gripped his member, sliding his hand up and down, just imagining their love making. He wanted this, he wanted to dominate her. To be the husband instead of the wife, and to make things right again. He had failed as a wife, and Daria as a husband, so why not switch places? The magic of this world was making him so much freer than he’d ever been, and the thought of fucking his feminised harpy wife sent him over the edge.

The two must have been in tune together in more ways than one, because they both orgasmed in their respective tents, and not quietly either. 

For a long time, neither said a word. And then, once the awkwardness was too great, Daria spoke.

“G-goodnight, sweetie.”

“Goodnight . . . my love.”

Perhaps, they both thought, things would get better between them, and they could put that episode behind them.

If only they knew what else was to come.

To Be Continued . . .