User:LurkingWolf/Fall of Knight TF
This is the introduction to a story I just started. It began as just a practice on TF scenes, but it has developed a storyline all it's own. For now this can be considered complete while I put the finishing touches on the storyline. Enjoy!
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Fall of Knight
The wizard chuckled coldly, looking at the young woman in front of him.
"You poor fool. Your father couldn't save you. You're worthless." She began to sob, her tears falling onto the motionless form in front of her.
"You'll pay for this!" she cried. She leapt up, trying to attack her captor, but he just grabbed her arm and threw her back onto the floor beside her dead father.
"You can't defeat me!" the villain cried triumphantly. He laughed, a booming, sinister laugh that seemed to make the stone walls tremble about him. "Do you want to know what I'll do to your brother and his band when they come looking for you?"
"No, I want you to die!" she cried, looking up into his face.
"Now, now, princess. You know that that poor buffoon of a brother can't defeat me, any more than could your father. I won't die. I will rule this land with an iron hand, as it should have been ruled in the days of yore. No more negotiations, just death to all who oppose us!" He stared at the poor young woman who trembled with a mixture of fear and rage. She looked almost ready to lash out again. "Enough games, though. Tell me, Rebecca, do you like sheep?"
"Sheep?"
"Yes, you know, those horrible little wooly creatures that farmers keep. I can't stand them, personally."
"I know what they are, snake!"
"No need to get so angry!" the wizard laughed. "Answer my question, then."
"I like them well enough, and they are definitely a higher form of life than you."
"Good, good!" the wizard chuckled, ignoring the insult. "Then you won't mind becoming a shepherdess, then?"
"What? No, I will not do anything to help you!"
"I believe you, but you will do it for someone else," he responded.
"Why? Why would you let me go after killing my father?"
"Don't worry, I'll make sure that no one recognizes you."
"Impossible!" cried the outraged princess. "All of my subjects know me! I have done so much good for them!"
"And you will continue to do so, only in a different capacity than before," the wizard concluded. "And no one would possibly believe that their sheepdog used to be their princess, now would they?"
Rebecca gasped in horror. "You couldn't!"
"I will," responded the mage. He mumbled a few phrases in a low tone, chanting words over and over. He closed his eyes, raising his hands with his palms up. Thinking that he couldn't see her, the princess picked up her father's weapon and attacked the wizard, only to find her hand in the vice like grip of her enemy. The blade fell away, clattering on the floor. Rebecca struggled for a moment, trying to break her enemy's grip, then suddenly she froze. He held her arm for a few more moments, then finished his chanting and looked at her quietly.
"Say good-bye to your humanity, princess," he hissed in her ear, then threw her back. She dropped to the floor. She tried to rise, but a great dizziness dissuaded her from her attempts. She placed her hand to her head, only to pull it away with a gasp. She stared at her hand, unable to speak from the shock. Her fingernails had lengthened, now coming a small distance out from her fingertips. They also were now pointed, and they continued to increase in sharpness. They also started to curve slightly. Their color was changing as well, from nearly transparent, to dull opaque gray, until they finally turned completely black.
She gasped, now recognizing her new nails for what they were... Claws. They now were moving down her fingers, assuming new positions at the tips.
The wizard laughed. "That, my princess, is the preview of things to come. Soon, you will be to the rest of the world as a natural born collie."
"No!" the princess cried, but she could do nothing for the changes that were now upon her. As she spoke, she felt her teeth with her tongue. They were sharp! She played her tongue along them again, trying to find that they weren't as she felt, but they were only sharper every time.
"Come, look at yourself now, princess!" the wizard cackled. He produced a mirror from his cloak, holding it out to the princess. She was too shocked to refuse. She held the mirror out in front of her, looking at her radically changed teeth. They were longer, and definitely sharper.
"My teeth..."
"Yes, and that's not all. Have you seen your hands lately?"
The princess looked at her hands, gasping as she did. They were covered with white fur! She began to hyperventilate, shock making her unable to catch her breath. She tried to say something, but was unable to get the words to form into sentences. She realized now that her thoughts were becoming disjointed, as she started to lose her human mind. What now remained of it screamed against the changes that were changing her mind into a dog’s.
“Do you feel that, princess?” asked the wizard. “Do you feel your human mind slipping, you starting to accept the change, even like it? When this is finished, even you won’t remember who you were!”
Hearing this, the princess started to fight back with a will that had been hidden within her, waiting to emerge. Somehow, though the magic pressed her to lose her rational mind and adopt that of the animal she was becoming physically, she resisted, making progress against the flood of instincts that threatened to take her mind. Her sharpened canine teeth gritted together as she fought. Light brown fur moved towards her faces, and as it did, her mouth and nose joined and moved out into a long muzzle. Her nose became black and moist, now completely a dog’s nose.
The fur moved up her head, her hair thinning as the fur reached the top of her head. Her ears, now completely furred, became pointed and moved towards the top of her head. As the changes progressed, the princess had to fight not only the flood of canine instincts, but also the pain of her radically changing head. She began to growl, fighting to retain at least her human mind. Her body began to change further as she got thinner, her ribs changing position as her insides changed, causing a flash of pain that elicited a loud growl from the changing princess.
“That’s right, princess, react just like a dog,” the wizard cackled. If there’s any of you left in there, you’ll find it impossible to control yourself. You should now be completely dominated by the dog’s mind.”
The princess found some comfort in the fact that he was wrong. Inside her mind, she was unable to completely fight back the instincts, yet she retained control of her body. The fur continued down her body, white on the chest and stomach, and brown everywhere else. It was long, and made the room unbearably hot. She stopped gritting her teeth as a canine instinct drove her to pant loudly, her lengthened tongue lolling out of her mouth, taking great breaths of air to counter the heat.
The wizard strode calmly around her, watching as her features changed further, the palms of her hands expanding into pads, her finger shortening, and her thumbs shrinking and moving up her arms. Her arms’ structure was being altered, from the arm of a woman, to the foreleg of a sheepdog. As the fur moved along her legs, she let out a loud yowl of pain, as her hips popped, changing to give her the quadruped stance of a common dog. Her kneecaps seemed to disappear, her knees becoming little more than a curve in her rear legs. Her feet lengthened, ripping through her slippers. Her heels lifted from the ground, becoming the backward knees of a dog. From behind the princess came a tail, waving slowly as the princess experimented with it. It was brown on top, with white fur on the bottom.
With this done, the princess looked exactly like a dog. The wizard laughed cruelly. “I’m sorry princess, but you won’t be here to greet your brother. Don’t worry, though, it is highly likely that he may join you soon.”
The princess stepped out from among her ruined clothes. She didn’t feel at all immodest. Her fur covered her entirely. Also, the knowledge that the wizard thought that her mind was gone made it imperative that she should act like one, and dogs didn’t wear clothes. She knew that she couldn’t risk showing that her mind remained, so she want up to the wizard, against the resistance that his presence naturally produced. She jumped up beside him, placing one of her paws on his chest, giving him a canine smile.
“Well, would you look at that? Seems as though this experience had produced a change of heart in you, my friend.” He patted her head, ruffling her fur. Although she was repulsed be him, she felt some sort of pleasure in this. She dropped down as he finished, panting and looking at him silently.
“I’ll just have you taken to your new owners now, my canine friend.” The wizard motioned to one of his minions, who can and tied a rope around the dog’s neck. He then led her through the palace, then out among the farms of the serfs that surrounded it.
A few minutes later, the guard tangled the rope in a thorny bush, then left her. Looking around, the princess, now a dog, saw the humble house of a farmer’s family. Only a minutes later, the door opened, and a young man stepped out, closing the door behind him. The princess realized that this was likely her intended owners. With nowhere else to go, and unable to escape from the bush by herself, she began to struggle against the rope and bark loudly. It wasn’t long before he had her released.
The boy brought her to his father, and the entire family endeavored to find where the dog had come from. After several weeks without success, they finally decided that they would keep her. She spent the next two years assisting the family with the sheep, and looking desperately for a way to escape.
The wizard, over time, put his plans into action, changing the once prosperous land into a choked, oppressive dictatorship. The princess found herself feeling greatly for the family who cared for her, as they were pressed upon to give more crops and sheep than they could possibly replace. The family struggled to survive, and, after her two years, she had watched sadly as the family’s daughter died, the father’s health decline, and the boy who found her, the keeper of the sheep, slowly fell to an unending sadness which seemed to almost overwhelm him. Only when she was able to be right next to him was he able to break the depression. She started staying with him as often as possible, trying to bring him back from his constant sadness. Still, he struggled to break through his sadness, as long as the family struggled to survive.
Two years later, the princess still had not heard of or from her brother. She hoped with a wild, irrational hope that he had somehow survived, and that he would find a way to defeat the man who now ruled their kingdom. But, two years later, he was still unaccounted for. Then, in early spring of the third year, it happened...
