Shieldmaiden

CO WRITTEN BY EB18

The old lady watched the cobblestone road leading from Novum Sirena tensely. She was small, wrinkly, and dressed in rather simple peasant clothes, with her hair a lighter shade of grey. She was standing next to her hovel waiting…and waiting. At least an hour or two went by as she carefully watched carts and travellers pass, eying them one by one with varying degrees of interest. She sighed, patiently waiting for the right person to arrive. She had seen one yesterday but was not prepared yet at that time.

Now, she was ready….and yet no Shieldmaiden. How long was this going to take? Just as she was going to go back to her hovel she could see her target approaching. A heavily armoured woman riding on a mighty brown-coloured stallion patrolling through the region. The old crone smiled and then began to motion at the Shieldmaiden to slow down.

As she approached she could see a mighty, tall blonde woman with blue eyes like all those of the Holy Order of Shieldmaidens. Slowing down her horse more and more she gazed down upon the old woman.

“Something amiss, citizen? Do you need help?” Her voice sounded calm and reassuring yet there was a strong sense of authority coming from it.

“Please, I am but a lonely peasant. My family has not visited me in months. I would ask only of you, fair Shieldmaiden that you would keep me company for just a moment and enjoy a cup of tea. After all, you all need some relaxation to stay vigilant against the dirty Axandrans.”

The Shieldmaiden smiled at her. “I would gladly accept. I am Shieldmaiden Evelyn Turvinnia, at your service.”

“Olga Ponzi.” The old lady nodded at her.

Evelyn dismounted, taking her steed by the hand as she tied him to a nearby tree. Her mighty form towered over the hunched old lady as she sat down in the small hovel and watched her make tea. The two had a pleasant conversation as the old lady told her the tale of her life, skipping over and sometimes losing track of the plot. Or was it that her words no longer made sense? Nothing…made sense at all.” 

Evelyn staggered slightly on her chair, losing all focus of the world until she collapsed entirely.

“Oh, dear… That must be the poison I put in your cup kicking in. Don’t worry, it won’t harm you, just keep you busy for long enough for me to replace you.” She grabbed one hand with another and tugged at it. The old skin came loose revealing a young, pale hand underneath. A red aura encased the hand as the hand drew a line across the old woman’s clothes and skin from her head down to her crotch. The skinsuit of the old woman he had replaced yesterday fell on the ground and with a snap of his fingers it disappeared. Standing there where the old lady once stood, completely naked, was a man of Elvish descent, with a pale body and short black hair. He was about as tall as Evelyn but was far more thin and lanky than the well-trained Amazon.

“The kingdom of Axandria thanks you for your gullibility. Did no one ever teach you not to talk to strangers?” Takran Morthain chuckled. The seasoned infiltrator was in his element as he prepared to replace another human on assignment. And today it was a very excellent specimen that he would get to enjoy. Using both hands and his innate magic he willed the drooling Evelyn to float in the air. As he focussed his arcane abilities parts of her armour were pulled from her body, followed by her underwear. She was still conscious but confused and immobile as a result,

Takran walked forward, beginning to cast his favourite spell. He grabbed Evelyn by the forehead, slightly tugging at the creases in her skin and then slowly pulled, as the skin began to stretch. The skin suddenly separated, producing a fleshy copy of the original body beneath. He was delighted to examine her naked form, dragging a finger across her breasts, down to her pussy. Evelyn moaned, but couldn’t do anything at all. All she could think of was that this was wrong but not why, least of all take action. 

Takran took perverse pleasure in fondly removing the skinsuit from the real warrior’s body, opening it up once he was done. He excitedly pushed his thin leg down into the much more muscular form of Evelyn. The skinsuit immediately contracted around his legs before spreading out to give life to Evelyn’s meaty thighs and powerful legs. He already was hard at this moment, ready to enjoy his new body before his mission began. It was a struggle stuffing his meat in, to properly line up with her crotch but after some adjustment the bulge flattened out, allowing him quickly move on to the next step in the process. He threaded both of his hands into her arms, waiting for them to take shape before moving on to push her chest against his. It took some time for it to properly expand into her E-cup chest before he moved on to the final step. The mask.

Lifting it with Evelyn’s hands he leaned his head forward, sweeping her long blonde hair to the side as he slipped into her form entirely. The mask made contact with his face, merging with it instantly as the gap in the back closed and the impostor Evelyn glanced at her real self with an evil smirk. She pulled one of her hands off so could use her magic unimpeded to help her get dressed in the discarded clothes and armour. As she finished, she cast another spell that bound Evelyn completely to insure she wouldn’t simply stumble away in her disorientated state while she got to work.

The new Evelyn stepped out of the hovel and walked to her horse. Seeing its master the horse remained calm, waiting to be untied. It never noticed the fact that one of her hands was very pale. As the arcane energy flared up a beam hit the horse and it collapsed into an empty skinsuit tied to a tree. Evelyn quickly dragged it inside the hovel and then magically sectioned it into several pieces. She slotted one of the horse’s legs over the real Evelyn’s, watching them merge and fuse into a mighty horse leg and part of the stallion’s rear. After putting on the other hind leg and watching it fuse with Evelyn’s, her left and right ass cheeks had transformed into that of a horse ass except for her sphincter and vagina.

The front legs were just as easy, and within seconds two mighty horse legs had come to life, fusing with Evelyn’s shoulders as well. 

“And now, to almost complete my loyal stallion.” Evelyn glanced at herself with a smile as she grabbed the horse’s head and neck, using Takran’s hand to begin casting deeply intricate patterns on the horse’s head.

“You have always been Cyrus, my loyal steed. You follow all your mistress’ commands directly. You love it when your mistress fucks you. You have always been a simple stallion.” He chanted it over and over, glancing at Evelyn who still was completely lost in her own mind. 

When he felt confident, he pressed the horse head onto her neck and watched as it contracted around her head only to expand into a brown horse head with a blonde mane. 

Cyrus glanced around the room, shaking his head, then stared at her. 

“Bow your head.” He complied immediately. “Good, now look at me.” Evelyn glanced into her stallion’s eyes and whispered the message in his ears a few times to make sure the seed was well planted and the compulsions had taken root. When she was satisfied she raised the final part of her stallion, the large horsecock and ass. Flanking around him he could still see the real Evelyn’s exposed anus and bush.

She began to stroke his labia lips, seeing Cyrus shiver delightfully, which made her bite her own plump ones in anticipation. 

“Well then, don’t mind if I do.” She put down the horsecock and stepped out of the lower half of her plate armour. Reaching down into her underwear, she pushed it down a bit and let Takran’s erection fall out of it, rock hard and ready to go. The false Evelyn slid into the real one’s ass.

Cyrus hinnied somewhat but stayed in place. He stayed in place even though Evelyn could tell her thrusting was definitely having an impact on him. Evelyn slapped his ass, taking pleasure in riding her brainwashed victim, especially since Shieldmaidens were supposed to be strictly celibate. Evelyn continued to relentlessly pound away at the tight ass of the transformed Shieldmaiden, and she almost buckled under the onslaught of pleasure to her brain when she hit her peak. 

Cyrus hinnied loudly, raising his front legs somewhat as pleasure rocked his body. Evelyn continued to slide into the human ass until she was satisfied her climax was entirely over. She picked up the horsecock and the attached butt and slipped it onto place. Her victim’s human crotch was hidden away under a puffy horse anus and a blonde tail. As Cyrus’s dick inflated he hinnied loudly as it instantly ejaculated onto the floor. 

“Ooh, good, you’re horny too boy. Good.” Evelyn retracted Takran’s penis and got dressed properly. Glancing down at his horsecock she leaned down to lick some of his semen from the tip. She wiped it from her face with a wicked smile and then led him outside. She mounted him with a saddle and then rode off, back to Novum Sirene where the next step of Takran’s plan would take place.

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The city walls approached rapidly, and Evelyn instructed Cyrus to slow down. He complied, slowing down to a normal trot. As Evelyn approached the entrance, the guardsmen immediately let ‘her’, a Holy Shieldmaiden, through. The guard spotted a surprisingly smug grin on Evelyn’s face but thought nothing of it. After all, some of the Shieldmaiden did have a chip on their shoulders. 

As Evelyn passed through the town she basked in the appreciation of the citizens who greeted and bowed to her. If only they knew, she thought. If only… 

At the centre of the city stood the Hall of Protectors, a massive fortress that was the heart of law and order within the city. Ahead she could see her fellow Sisters of Justice standing watch at the gate. 

“Welcome back Evelyn.” One of the Shieldmaidens at the entrance gave her a friendly nod. “Did you encounter anything on your patrol?”

“All clear. And as they say, no news is good news.”  She lied effortlessly as she passed under the enormous arch of the compound. Dismounting from Cyrus she led him towards the stables. Leaning over, Evelyn whispered in his ear. “Stay here. Remain calm and wait for me. Eat and drink as a horse would. Enjoy your new life, while I borrow yours for a moment.” She slapped his horse’s ass and then walked off with an arrogant smile on her face. 

Cyrus glanced his head around indifferently, taking in his new environment before he locked eyes with a nearby mare. 

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Evelyn entered her sleeping quarters, took off her armour, and then gazed into the mirror. 

She loved her new form. It felt good to her  Every crevice. Every motion. The slight, unconscious swaying of her chest. She touched her tits, with a lecherous grin spoiling the features of her face. 

“Well, if you’re not going to be using it, then I will. After all, you’re too busy in the stable right now. Don’t worry, I will take good care of your body.” She touched her breasts again, squeezing her nipples, and giggled. 

She continued to undress further, greedily rubbing, touching, and pleasuring herself in the increasingly frenzied process. She had all the freedom and privacy she needed to enjoy her brand-new Amazonian form. 

Now she felt that it was about time to enjoy some of the perks that her new form gave her. starting with a quick trip to the communal baths. She got dressed in some simple underwear for swimming and then proceeded to calmly walk through and observe the Holy Camp. 

She couldn’t help but sneak a few glimpses at her fellow Shieldmaidens, her hidden thoughts quickly turning sexual as she drank in all their feminine forms. For a second, she considered pursuing one of them as Evelyn but quickly quelled the thought, before getting carried away. If she did not exercise enough discipline and keep a low profile with limited uses of her magic, Takran’s energy within their camp could be easily traced, which would lead to her quick exposure. 

It was bothersome, but she could not break this act or even attempt to use her magic in the slightest… except for one workaround she had recently discovered a personal favourite thing of hers to utilise in trying moments like these. 

Evelyn headed over to the communal bath house with hidden excitement in her strut. This place was forbidden for any man to ever enter unless they were willing to pay the small price of their death. 

And yet underneath this beautiful Amazonian woman, a rather full-bodied man was making the most of the tantalising view. To her surprise, she saw that her ‘sisters’ were all completely naked. 

She had not even entered the private area, but already she could see women, all very tall, blonde, muscular, and naturally attractive walking around baring their exposed skin to each other, while casually discussing their day without any shame. 

Evelyn listened to some of these conversations, forging engaging too intimately with some of the women she passed and had recognised her or called out, beyond some simple talk and exchanging pleasantries. 

Yet, it was hard not to get distracted and stare as the hard, ripped physiques of the Amazonians give way to softer curves, specifically large bouncing breasts and butts that jiggled enticingly out in the open air. Evelyn stepped onto the cobblestone floor of the bathhouse and quickly submerged herself in one of the pools, finding the warm temperature to be wonderful on her sensitive skin. 

She leaned back, exhaling loudly as she sensually massaged her breasts, focusing her fingertips around her nipples with some light brushes and hard flicks, which caused her body to grow warmer from more than just the heat of the water. 

Only a few shieldmaidens were sharing the bath with her. One of them looked her way and Evelyn immediately faked innocently washing herself with a serene expression on her face, which was opposed to the image of the overtly naughty act her hands had been feverishly engrossed in not even a second or two earlier. Even so, she couldn’t help but keep one hand in play, hidden underneath the surface of the water, so that she could continue to pleasure herself with the little motions of fingers here and there. 

The bath water itself was thankful not clear from extended use, which gave her more than enough cover to work herself up and become bolder, plunging a finger inside herself. 

She smiled lewdly at her shield sisters, unable to stop the thoughts that ran rebelliously through her head, dangerously advising her to rip off the suit and just have her way with one of them right there and then. However much that would cost her the opportunity to feast her eyes on the woman that surrounded her as she hide in plain sight amongst them. 

Now she let her other hand slip beneath the water line to double up the fun. She teased, rubbed, and fingered herself expertly, without so much stirring or rippling the water above. She had always found it ridiculous that these shieldmaidens so strictly held to their vow of chastity with how aroused she had been able to make herself in a short period. And she had only just scratched.

There was so much more to tap into and enjoy about this body if she allowed herself to let go and explore. Instead, bodies that were flawlessly built for lust were wasted and gradually withered away working for the holy order. 

Her thoughts were interrupted as a shieldmaiden stood up, leaving only two more who conversed more animatedly with each, as one recounted to the other a particularly exciting rumour she had heard. The alluring swell of their breasts made her quietly moan headily with barely suppressed desire. 

Now she felt it was the right time to get bold, so she reached into herself, probing and parting her feminine lips with ease, to let her entire hand enter deep within herself. Through her folds a very pale shaft emerged, pushing forward and outward. 

Evelyn couldn’t help but let out a little groan, as female and male sensations mixed in her lower half. Takran was rock hard but he kept his balls inside just in case anyone noticed something suspicious, so he could pull his member back quickly if needed. 

The embrace of the warm water was followed by Evelyn’s very delicate hands. Their simple soft touch, to his embarrassment, was almost enough to get him shooting off his load within a minute or two. 

Evelyn, however, paced herself, pretending suddenly to luxuriate in her bathing experience as she became slightly more vocal. She tightened her grip, increasing her pace and rolling her hips in sync with the glide of her slick hand, finally disturbing the water with these actions. 

She occasionally peeked at her fellow shieldmaidens who politely glanced back at her but paid her no real attention. 

Evelyn let her head fall back, grinding her teeth against each other to keep from crying out, as her hands grabbed the one piece of Takran firmly, stroking and pleasuring it along its entire length. At one point she imagined having sex with one, or even two of the shieldmaidens at the same time. 

However, even with a lack of contact the naked women in front of her, gave plenty of stimulus. The idea they weren’t aware that one of their own had been compromised, taken over from the inside, and was currently masturbating a few arm lengths away from them,  made her experience all the more absurdly heightened to her libidinously saturated mind.  

Her whole body was almost shook involuntarily, as she tensed up and reached a massive climax, causing her vision to go white. By remaining instinct, she aimed Takran’s penis downward, releasing her thick load into the pool. 

With one hand, she waved it about through the water, spreading the white liquid around so it would not be as conspicuous. One of her fellow shieldmaidens gave her a concerned look and asked, “Evelyn, are you all right? You seem unwell. Should I call for one of the healers?”

She snapped back immediately, slipping back into her more unassuming shieldmaiden persona, while below the water’s surface, her long ejaculation had not yet, quite subsided. With her attention now on her, she decided to retract the shaft inside herself once again, continuing to release powerful spurts of cum, as her penis retracted. 

This only steamed the flow, as her vagina subtly kept leaking more semen into the water. She sat upright, cheerfully acting as if all was still well. 

“No need, sister. I am just enjoying myself very much. The water has helped me ease a stubborn knot in my muscles after a hard workout. I’m sorry if this alarmed you but thank you for the concern.” She relaxed after firmly addressing the situation, closing her eyes, and leaning back to stir the water once water, mixing both her fluids and the semen with the aromatic water. 

She scanned around the top of the water once more, but saw no clear trace of milky substance, at least for the moment. The thought of watching these holier-than-thou noble shieldmaidens secretly bathing in her seed, made her giggle. Now, with her urges now satisfied for the moment, Evelyn actually washed herself off, making sure to get all of it out.

For a moment, she let her shaft out just to give it a proper wash and then slid it back into her nethers. 

Getting out of the pool, she took a moment to dry herself, rubbing herself slightly too intensely with the very soft towel. Since the attention was away from her once again, she let out a few more moans as she stealthily continued to pleasure herself before finishing up and leaving the bathhouse. 

She went back to her room and got dressed in a formal outfit used for when the shieldmaidens were off duty. 

The outfit consisted of holy robes, which had intricate gold pattern around the edges. The robes flowed over both shoulders, to mid-thigh length and were complimented by some strappy leather boot-like sandals that fastened to the top of the calf. Evelyn noted to herself how comfortable the robes were, studying the soft linen material between her fingers. 

Glancing back in the mirror, she adjusted some of her hair into a low ponytail once again and struck a few poses, spying her form with a seductive look. “Well, then Evelyn it seems the fun time is over. Now we are going to tend to business.”

The real reason why Takran had taken over a Holy Shieldmaiden of The Order was that they possessed an object of specially vested interest within these fortified walls. 

The spear of Laros was an artefact, holy to the people of his nation. While a famous artefact, the spear had been shattered, resulting in most of the pieces being lost over time. The people of Takran’s nation searched far and wide for these fragments. It was a few weeks ago when a whisper had reached his network of spies about a piece of very fine silver metal that had been found within this region, currently being examined by the Shieldmaidens. Deciding it was worth the risk to investigate if these claims were true personally, Takran had made his move.  

If they had known the actual value of what they had in their possession, the metal would have not remained accessible to her in this encampment but would have been moved to the main headquarters, where the many layers of more restrictive protection would have been much harder for her to pierce, even how crafty her skinsuit magic was. It was fortunate for her that luck had been on her side thus far on her mission. All she had to do was locate this piece of the fragment of the spear, slip in, and make her quick departure, while the shieldmaidens would be none the wiser to her presence.

Even with how easy everything had been, Evelyn had a sneaking suspicion she should check up on her real self to make sure nothing would go awry at the last minute, before proceeding to the Hall of Knowledge, where she was certain the fragment of the spear was being held. 

So, she took a detour over to the stables, making sure to walk in a manner that seemed as dignified and graceful as she had observed. There was a stern look on her face to cover up for the tension she was feeling. 

A realisation had come to her that she might have made a mistake by applying both the aphrodisiac effect of the poison she had given the real Evelyn and the obedience magic she had inscribed into the suit of the horse. There was some possibility these two things could be interacting with each other in ways that she had not predicted. 

As she walked back to the stable, she could hear some commotion going on, prompting her to increase her pace. 

She could see one of the stablehands looking around in frustration, before spotting her in the chaos and hurriedly approaching. “Miss Evelyn! Miss Evelyn! Praise the Mother that you’re here! There is something seriously wrong with your horse.” Evelyn pretended to be confused by the news, saying in response. “I’m sorry. I don’t understand. I just delivered him to you a few hours ago. How could there be any problem already? Cyrus is a good and reliable horse. He never usually gives me any issues.” 

The stablehand turned away from her and motioned behind himself to the right, where the main storm of attention was taking place. Evelyn’s eyes widened with disbelief when she saw her stallion pounding away at a mare. The sounds of breeding between the two animals were unmistakable as whining, nickering, and snorting filled the air. 

Evelyn let out an embarrassed laugh that came out surprisingly easy, as she had assumed the situation had been far worse. “I guess it’s that time of year then. I think it’s best we just let him enjoy himself while he’s here to get it out of his system.”

The stable hand turned to her and frowned. “He’s had his way with three mares. He keeps running all over and is starting to seriously agitate the other horses. I’m sorry Miss Evelyn, but we just can’t seem to get him to settle down.” 

Evelyn waved off these concerns, with a knowing smile.”Oh, just don’t worry about it. Let it get everything out of his system. and you know him. He’s usually a very good horse. I just think he’s in a bit of a mood today. Who can blame him?” 

“I have seen horses being worked up like that but it’s like his a whole different horse today. I can’t put my finger on it. It’s just not right…” The stablehand sighed, shaking his head. 

Evelyn dropped the facade of friendliness she had adopted to help allay the young man’s worries and now just spoke to him dismissively. “Now you listen here. It’s my horse. I know what’s going on. And he is fine. She said, stressing the word as she towered over him with her imposing figure. “You’re going to treat him how I say or me and you are going to have a problem. Is that clear?” 

The stablehand backed off, intimidated by the powerful woman standing menacingly before him. 

“Of course. I didn’t mean to question you, Miss. I was just concerned.” 

“Well, no further concern is needed now that issue is resolved. Just let him do as nature intended for a little bit longer and I’m sure he will settle down shortly. I have a feeling it has been far too long for the old boy, after a long journey. We Shieldmaidens are trained about this sort of thing.”

The stablehand raised an eyebrow but didn’t object to her claim. 

Evelyn the key to telling a good lie no matter how unbelievable it sounded was to be confident, so she made sure not to break eye contact with the stablehand, daring him to try to defy her wishes with a glare. “Now I have important business to attend to, good day.” Evelyn gave him another piercing stare to make sure he had got the message before turning around and heading towards her main objective. 

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Evelyn was quiet, taking note of all the possible exit routes she could use if things went wrong and she had to escape while observing the path ahead. 

Up ahead lay the entrance to the House of Knowledge, where she could see another two of her fellow Sisters of the Shield. fully armed and fully armoured, guarding the way. One of them, a mean-looking younger woman, eyed Evelyn with some mild suspension, but she maintained a professional demeanour. 

“Sister Evelyn. How was your patrol? Any indication of unrest? Did you encounter anything we need to know about?” 

Evelyn shook her head. “Be at peace Sister. I did not run into anything that warrants any unease but there’s something I need to personally look into as a matter of interest. I’m sure you are aware of some unrest the Axandrans have caused in the kingdom of late. My investigations have led me to believe they are looking to recover something of significance to them. I believe some research on Axandria, though tedious, may uncover knowledge of what this may be.”

“A noble cause Sister. Though I doubt there is much we are not already adequately informed about, even if what you say holds some bearing of truth. Our reports suggest the Axandrans have infiltrated the city, mainly near the slums.”

Fools Evelyn thought to herself, unsurprised to hear her kin were misinformed about the current location of the missing fragment. Still, she made sure to carefully school her expression, though a small smile touched the corners of her lips. Pretending to take some time to contemplate the Sister’s words, Evelyn responded slowly. “Well, though the slums may hold much that is unholy and unknown, I doubt that they will find what they seek. All the same, in time, their disgusting pale kind will be dealt with and hanged summarily for their crimes. No man or manner of creature that betrays the pure light to the darkness must go unpunished for their crimes. So, if you would excuse me, may I enter?”

The two of them stepped aside. “May the light guide you forward.” Evelyn gave a deep bow, repeating the words back before continuing once again on her journey. Walking into the House of Knowledge, she spotted several researchers, scribes, and librarians working quietly. Evelyn took in the vast library, noting how the walls and the shelves all shimmered with a soft glow. This indicated that magical protections had been put in place and would alert everybody of her status as an imposter If she used even the slightest bit of her magic. This made her feel even more nervous than she already was. If things went wrong, there would probably be no other option but to try to make a frantic escape and hope that she somehow could get away.

The many bookshelves towered around her, creating a maze-like structure that became ever more disorientating the further on she walked. She would stumble across a few people every once in a while and as tempted as she was to approach them and ask for their assistance in helping her navigate her way through the twisting labyrinth of books, she wanted to keep all contact with others to a minimum to maintain a low profile. 

But after feeling like she was only walking around in circles after ending up back where she had started, she conceded she was not making much progress in her search. If she was to succeed in her quest, she needed to rethink her whole strategy 

So, grabbing a book from a nearby table, she took position near a group of shieldmaidens who were having a murmured discussion in the corner. While flipping through the book and pretending to read, she carefully listened in for any clues. However, this bit of eavesdropping did not seem to shed any new light on what she was after, as the women appeared engaged in petty gossiping. 

Their discussion ranged from the names of people she did not know to the general ongoings within the order. Evelyn frowned. Maybe some of these stuck-up crusaders were not quite pretentious. Evelyn slammed the book shut and got up, deciding to chance it and walk over to the pair of gossipers she had listened on. One of them immediately recognised her as she got closer.  

“Evelyn. Aren’t you supposed to be in worship right now? This is the first time I’ve ever seen you in the House of Knowledge. Have you finally changed your mind about combining both literary wisdom with the wisdom of our divine Mistress?”

Evelyn didn’t know either of their names or what they were referring to, but she went along with this convenient story. “Yes, I have been thinking about enriching my knowledge by researching some of the ancient artifactual remnants of the past and uncovering the secrets within. If you would be so kind, could you lend me some of your expertise?” 

The pair seemed to grow childishly at the mention of artifactual research. “I knew you would come around eventually. Come along. Let me show you what we have been currently studying.” Evelyn gave her a beaming smile as she followed along calmly. 

In a leather pouch hidden away under her robes, she felt for a small bottle containing a purse of poison, making sure she had it ready for when the time was right. Since it was non-magical, she would be able to use it freely without immediately setting off any alarms.

There was another station of guards posted at the entrance of a restricted section they had arrived at. But seeing her companion, the guards simply waved them through without much scrutiny besides a quick glance. 

“So welcome to my domain. This is the research hall.” Evelyn patiently waited, listening to the woman’s enthused explanation of the different methods, items, and tools she had recently developed in the pursuit of her life’s research into the divine. Evelyn did not feel the pressing need to immediately stir the conversation toward her main objective, as she still needed to remain vigilant. So, she allowed her to ramble on for a few more minutes. 

Eventually, though, she chose to interrupt. “So I was wondering, has there been anything new that has come in recently? Some new artefacts or items that you want to show off?” Evelyn felt awkward not using the woman’s name, but she had no idea what it was and didn’t want to tip her off by making a potential blunder. 

“Now that you have mentioned it, I may have something of interest to you. We recently discovered a piece of metal that appears to have been part of one of the many ancient weapons, our tests suggest a spear or similar piercing tool. Unfortunately, we are not yet able to determine its origins, but we are getting closer to finding answers. If you will excuse me for a minute, I will retrieve it for you.“ As the researcher rummaged about, chattering to herself, Evelyn took out the vial of poison, uncorking it in preparation. 

The researcher returned with a piece of very fine, silvery-looking metal wrapped up in a protective cloth. Even without fully catching the light, the shard produced a brilliant lustre brighter than other metal she had ever seen in her life. This had to be it, she thought. Now she had to pull a little trick to sneak it away. 

“Can I touch it?” She asked. 

“Sadly, I can’t allow that for your safety. You may have a look at it, but until we can determine otherwise, we have to limit direct contact.” Evelyn knew simply asking to hold the metal had been a long shot but had decided to test her luck anyway. Since she couldn’t do things the easy way, she was going to have to take the hard approach. “It’s a very unique and strong metal, with incredible craftsmanship we have never seen before. Because we are not aware of all of its inert magical attributes, it’s best to keep this from being touched. You know, we’ve lost some people to being reckless with materials of unknown origin.”

Evelyn walked closer to her, reaching into her pocket and pulling out the poison. “Actually, I found something that I wanted you to take a look at. This is something I found on my travels.” The researcher leaned forward to see what she was referring to and at that moment Evelyn grabbed her by the back of the head, emptying the vial into her mouth as she opened her mouth to let out a scream. The researcher realised what was going on and attempted to quickly spit the liquid out, but Evelyn had firmly clamped a hand over her mouth to stop her from doing so. 

Her eyes rolled in her head, indicating that the poison had started to take effect. The researcher let out a few incomprehensible noises as more of the poison spread quickly through her body. When she went limp, Evelyn loosed her hold on the researcher and laid her on the ground now completely confused, disconnected from the world.

She grabbed the spear fragment, slipping it securely into her robes. She made her out, eventually walking past the guards without raising any alarms, but she knew it was only a matter of time. So, when she made her way past the second station of guards she had chatted with before, she charged past them without even bothering to make eye contact. 

The same guard that seemed to be in charge tried to speak with her yet again but Evelyn ignored her comments, as she made her way back towards the stables. 

She barked at the stablehand to ready Cyrus for the departure, feeling a growing sense of urgency when in the distance she could hear cries of her name being shouted by a voice that was drawing ever closer

“Wait, Evelyn! What is going on?” 

Why couldn’t the demanded nosey guard just leave me alone? Evelyn thought, nearly jumping out of her skin and kicking herself for her earlier slip-up. Putting on a serious face she turned to address her pursuer. “I feel I’ve missed something. I must go back on patrol as I’ve been led astray and have wasted far too much time outside my duties in service of the people. I must take action and make amends for my mistake. Light guide your way. I will undertake this effort now.” The guard seemed impressed by her dedication but still seemed concerned about her display of strange behaviour but decided not to press the issue further.

Meanwhile, the stablehand pulled Cyrus away from the mare he was currently impaling. Surprisingly, he came along without much issue when called upon, which Evelyn was grateful to see. 

A saddle was placed on his back and a few minutes later, Evelyn rode out of the encampment without being intercepted by anybody else. A few people did give her a few curious glances at her lack of armour, possibly raising some further suspicions of her behaviour, but at this point, she did not care what people thought and was only focused on getting out. She kept a fast pace, putting some distance between herself and the shieldmaidens, heading directly towards the city gates. 

She passed through without much issue and was out in the wilderness once again. Still though, she was not clear of danger just yet, knowing by now her victim had been found and the alarm was probably being raised that very moment. So, she whipped Cyrus’s ruins even harder, pushing him to his absolute limit. “Here, here. Come on!” It was only after a few minutes of riding hard and the city was nothing but a speck in the distance that she began to relax. 

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Cauliflower Cove was an old abandoned village, far off the main road, on the edge of a swamp. It was the perfect place for a little bit of privacy that Evelyn needed to complete her assignment. The mighty Shieldmaiden in fine robes rode into the centre of the village, carefully dismounting her horse when she had come to a stop. 

She led him into a half-covered-up ruin, that gave her some shelter from prying eyes. It was about the only building that still had a roof over it. With a triumphant smile on her face, Evelyn began to get undressed. 

When she was completely naked, a pale cock emerged from within her depths. “Be a good stallion and give your mistress a good suck.” Her horse approached her, stooping down to work her penis. 

It was more awkward than pleasure, her conscience not seeing any more fun in putting her enemy through any more humiliation, so she got him to stop. “All right, that’s enough.” Evelyn stepped back and then observed her horse with a little bit of semen on his lips. “You’ve been a very good boy, but It’s time for us to part ways. You’ve helped me a lot, and I’m very grateful for it. Don’t worry, I’m going to put you back, and then I’m going to put you in chains that will be timed release you in an hour, and set you on your way.”

“Of course, I’m sure your reputation will take a hit, but you’ll live.” With one hand, she reached into the skin of the other and split it open to reveal a pale hand underneath, which was bathed in a red aura. 

Now free to be deployed, Takran focused his magic causing the outer layer of female skin to burn up in a bright green fire, engulfing the former skinsuit of the mighty shieldmaiden in flames. The pale form of the Axandran stood proud once again. 

“And now to restore the shield maiden and her loyal horse.” Takran reached behind the head of Cyrus and the skin parted to reveal the blond-haired shieldmaiden underneath it. 

She shook her head, glancing up at Takran. 

“If you do anything funny, I’ll put you right under. Is that clear?” 

Evelyn looked up at him, then back at herself. Her memories of being a horse suddenly flooded back in. She shook her head once more, taking a step back. “What have you done to me?”

“I merely replaced you and turned you into your horse. You were a very horny horse at that. Now I will take my leave and disappear as someone else or something else. I replaced you for as long as is needed. And that is all that was needed of you.”

“I’m a horse. I am Cyrus. What are you talking about? I am Evelyn…? I am… I am… Please. I need you. Please don’t leave me! She shouted. Her mighty form stepped towards him.”

Takran was confused. “Wait, this was not my intention. You were just supposed to be under for the period and once the poison dissipated… You should be well… It appears your mind has been affected. Two kinds of magic running at the same time. His doubts about the unexpected situation continued to creep in as he looked the male stallion with a female human head in the eye with some uncertainty. Perhaps this was some kind of ploy she was using to get him to drop his guard?

But there was no sense of tension. Although she still seemed confused, she sounded genuinely devastated at the prospect of leaving his side. “Please, master, I’ll do anything for you. I’ll follow every order. Please don’t leave me. I don’t want to go back. I can’t go back. I don’t want to… I.. I Want to have sex and don’t ever want to go without it. I love it. I need it. Master. I need you. I need the suit. I want to be Cyrus, the brainless horse. Real stud. I want to fuck. I need it.” 

There was a sense of panic on her face. She stepped forward with her mighty hooves. “Please don’t leave me. Please don’t.”

Takran was not yet fully convinced but was intrigued by the proposition nonetheless. “I guess it really did alter your brain, awakening some submissive and sexual aspects into you. What? How can I say no to such a lovely opportunity? But I don’t just need a horse. If you are to stay with me, you’ll do as I say, and you will be suited as whatever is needed. And of course, follow every instruction to the letter.” 

“Yes, Master.” She bowed. Please restore my head/ I wish to become your mighty stallion once again. Please, give me what I need.” She stabbed longingly at him with her erection which caused him to smile, finally crumbling his walls in acquiescence. “Well, who? can say no to such an offer? He picked up the head of Cyrus. adjusting the magic to not completely wipe her but reinforced the submissive mindset within her further. This was not how he had planned it, but he would not say no to such an opportunity. A corrupted shieldmaiden under his command could certainly offer great opportunities to him in the future for future assignments. He fitted the mask back over her head, pushing it down into place and straightening out the skin. Cyrus, the horny stallion glanced up at him.

He seemed to let out a satisfied whine as he stepped forward and immediately put his lips around Takran’s tool but Takran pushed him away. “Not now. First, we must meet with some acquaintances. Now let’s think what form is best to make a grand entrance on a mighty stallion.” Takran said, stroking Cyrus’ cock absentmindedly, “ Yes, I know! A beautiful redheaded, noblewoman of Felicia Thunderhaven’s charm will do nicely.” He focused his arcane magic once more, inducing a cloud of green smoke to surround his form. 

From above a skinsuit emerged of a rather attractive and voluptuous woman. The suit seemed to encase him as he slipped through it and then into it completely within a few seconds. Gone was the crafty con and in a flash, Felicia stood in his place. She was a fine-looking noblewoman with pronounced cheekbones and other features about her body that caught the eye rather enticingly. 

She snapped her fingers and focused her magic into shaping a beautiful dark blue dress to cover her naked and produced a few other golden enhancements to symbolise her higher class status. Rings emerged on her fingers as suddenly the rich noblewoman stood in front of her loyal steed. 

“Come on, Cyrus. We have to make our way back to headquarters and report in.” Her horse followed behind her outside and then she mounted him, speeding off into a direction of unknown adventures and even greater dangers. 

And in the possession of the noblewoman was the fragment of the sacred spear of Axandria, ready to be returned to its rightful owners.