A Village By The Woods (18+ Corruption Furry TF)
I sat down, expecting this fic to be mighty short, about 7k. A couple chats later, and this has grown into a massive transformation corruption fuckfest! I was streaming the fic, and praise was being poured all over it. I’m told this is my best fic yet, which might be amazing?~
Commissioned by: http://www.furaffinity.net/user/sabrith/
Tayelle and Sabrith go off to help a village that seems ever so needy, and unable to defend itself. They fight as best they can. However, what they aren’t expecting is a creeping darkness hidden beneath that would soon capture them and drag them down into the darkest dredges.
Contains transformation, corruption, cock growth, futanari, hermaphrodites, cat girls to tanuki and kitsunes both anthro, mental ruination, and more fun stuff~
Jobs of this caliber were rare. Sabrith and Tayelle were much more used to short ventures into dungeons, or guarding specific people, or gathering materials… Much more mundane stuff. They were mercenaries, swords and spells for hire, but job about protecting villages were a different sort for them. They rode out to a small village far out from the castle they governed it. It was a village deeply rooted in tradition, placed far out at the other end of flowing plains, and a mountainous lush forest. There were a few paths they seemed well worn where merchants could get off to the village, with plenty of farms dotting the plains, and orchards established happily near the particular town they were sent off to.
Sabrith and Tayelle arrived by horseback to front of the village where a few ill fit villagers were garbed in spare bits of armor and held old spears. “It’s worse than I thought, Tay.” Sabrith remarked with a puff from her nose. “We could break their defenses in minutes.”
“You can’t beat their coin, though.” Tayelle replied, putting her book away. Tayelle was the only person Sabrith knew who could read and ride at the same time, though that wasn’t the only thing that lent credence to her sage advice. They were broke, as they found themselves a bit too often. Sabrith just liked fine food and mead and power weapons, and Tayelle rare tomes and sweets so fine they cost gold coins ten times their weight. They weren’t extravagant, far from it! But they did have tongues that craved gold, and tomes and steel were just reinvesting back into their business.
Both of the cat girls were welcomed into the village, greeted by one of the village guards who actually put their weapon aside and recognized that the hired help had arrived. The other, less sturdy guards finally set their spears down, allowing Sabrith to ride ahead through the gates into the village.
Westcove was an old village whose name is said to have changed many times. The people were from all sorts. Shoemakers and barrel crafters ran their guilds quietly in the humble sized town. Wood structures still openly mingled with stone that was still being built to that day. Merchants passed through along their way to bigger cities near the capital and oft traded their lesser wares when merchants feared they had lost value in the capital. A few farms were nearby, and an old mine was still run by a couple of families and from it they harvested materials for iron and bronze. Sabrith looked on as they walked down the middle of the dirt path at villagers who held pickaxes with both experience and not a cent of it. One held it by the iron head and she nearly broke off from horse back to correct him. Tayelle shot her glare, affirming that soon enough they would have their time to train the locals. They should at least get on the clock first.
“A fine thing you should arrive so soon.” The head of the village said, a surprisingly young woman. “My father passed not too long ago and left me with the charge of the village. We’ve been harassed by a band of brigands hungry for loot, for sex, for whatever it is they thing they can carve out of bloodshed and torching our home.” She was a capable speaker with blonde hair she tied into twin braids that laid on either side of her head. Her clothing was fair and hugged her chest and ended in a baggy skirt, all of it covered in old markings of town traditions.
“Do you know their motives?” Tayelle asked as she disembarked from her horse. They stood in front of the mayoral home. Tayelle focused on the woman whilst Sabrith was eager to get off her horse to start exploring the village. She made off to go look about the ill-trained militia while Tayelle discussed terms.
“Oh heavens, forgive my manners as well!” The head woman said, clearing her throat. “I am Abeila Irons. May I have your names and details so we may see you paid? We have coin prepared, of course.”
“I am Tayelle.” She said. “My partner is Sabrith.”
“A pleasure to meet you both.” Abeila said, nodding. “We were afraid none would take our contract. It is a very serious task, and the payout may seem disproportionate. However, what we did not mention on the contract is that those who assist may be considered investors in the village in some way. Should we survive, and as our economy climbs again, the better the pay. As soon as those rouges are dealt with, trade can resume, miners and farmers need no longer fear, and we shall blossom once more!” Abeila spoke with passion, gesturing happily as she got carried away. “Now, as for motives; No, we do not have any idea what could truly compel them beyond harm. We are a more affluent village, and still lack the defenses of a proper city.”
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