How I became the party's slut by Rekinjos

We lurked in total darkness for what felt like hours, hidden behind a pile of gold.The beast could have come back at any moment. Tamiel, the halfling druid, was squirming in my sleeve. His whiskers tickled my wrist, but that didn’t make me laugh. I was too nervous. We all were.

Behind me, Rogor and Fusteg had twisted their body to occupy as little space as possible. If they had been born with each his own body, they would have still towered over any human. Joined as they were, they scraped the ceiling of the cavern with their heads while standing up, and they had to crawl in to enter.

I would have given them my magic ring, but it was way too small for their fingers.

Finally, Oocovrop, the doppleganger wizard, turned its skin colour to the darkest black he knew, and held its breath in silence.

Then, we heard him approaching. His claws scratched the floor as he stomped his paws towards us. His scaly tail shuffled on the rocky floor. The echo of its screech filled the whole grotto. He had returned from another hard day of pillaging and slaughtering. It would either be his last, or ours.

My elven eyes were the only ones that could see him in pitch darkness. He stood over 10 feet tall on his four stubby legs, which dragged the body of a giant snake at a sluggish pace, as his bat-like wings were too large and cumbersome to allow him to fly in the cave.

I gave the signal. We were ready to strike the dragon.

I wore the magic ring on my finger. The robe I wore vanished in thin air, and so did my hands. I wouldn’t have been able to tell where my arm was anymore, if it weren’t for the mouse that was still clinging onto it.

Then the mouse leaped forward and grew a hundredfold in size. His legs grew taller, his fur grew thicker, and his nose turned into a beak. Tamiel now had the body of a bear and the head of an owl.

He dashed towards the dragon and scratched his legs with his razor-sharp claws. The dragon roared in pain, startled, and frightened. Tamiel turned his head all the way around, looking for Oocovrop. And while he couldn’t spot the doppleganger, he saw the flash of light coming from its fingers, and towards him and the dragon.

Tamiel docked just in time to avoid having his fur being burnt by the lightning, which struck the dragon’s wings.

Then the dragon fought back. He unhinged his jaw, letting out a stream of fire from his mouth. The flames burned brightly, revealing his hideous head, like that of a fish with the antlers of an elk.

Now inside the cave was as bright as day. We had lost the advantage darkness provided us. Only I remained invisible amidst the flames.

I drew my bow, trying to aim at his head. As soon as I fired, an arrow appeared out of nowhere, but instead of hitting the target, it disappeared just a few feet from it, engulfed and consumed by the flames.

I had just revealed my position to the dragon. He couldn’t see me, but he could tell where I was. He redirected his torrent of flames towards me. If He hadn’t missed me, I wouldn’t be here to tell this tale.

Now I was trapped between him and a wall of fire. I backed away as the dragon slowly approached.

The twins were biding their time until the dragon was just on the right spot. Then they pushed with all their might, and the mountain of gold came tumbling down, burying the dragon beneath it.

The dragon raveled under his fortune, but he wouldn’t yield yet.

His fire melted the gold that restricted him, and as he writhed, he scattered scorching shards of the precious metal around.

Rogor and Fusteg braved that inferno, rushing towards the beast while swinging their four giant axes wildly.

Such was the power of their blows that each of their weapons broke like a twig, yet they could not pierce the dragon’s scales.

Deprived of their trusted weapons, the twins grabbed the dragon with their four arms, trying to wring his neck. Yet the dragon’s scales made him slippery like an eel, and he broke free from their grip.

The dragon unhinged his jaw again. He sunk his teeth into one of the twin’s arm and breathed fire.

In a matter of seconds, the entire twin’s body was engulfed in flames.

Tamiel charged at the dragon and rose on his hind legs to peck his wings, munching and chewing his flesh. The dragon let go of the twins to scream in agony. Rogor and Fusteg rolled on the ground to extinguish the fire.

Another lightning struck the dragon, this time on his back.

Meanwhile, I realized that I couldn’t aim my bow properly without being able to see where the arrow was pointing. I tossed my magical ring to the ground and returned visible. The dragon saw me, and he headed towards me.

I drew my bow and pointed an arrow at his head, but I didn’t fire. Keeping the bow drawn was straining my arm and tearing my muscles. Still, I waited.

I only had one chance to hit him. I had to make it count.

The beast was above me. He arched his back, His chest glowed brightly. His lungs were full of fire.

He unhinged his jaw. I let go of the arrow. Before he could exhale his fiery breath, the arrow struck the inside of his mouth, much softer than his outer scales, and pierced through his head. The dragon’s skull burst into flames and he collapsed to the floor in violent spasms.

He was dead.

We were all exhausted, but we had no time to waste. We had to hurry, or all our effort would have been for nothing. We weren’t in it for the treasure. We weren’t in it for the glory. We were after power.

Oocovrop began to chant, and the cave began to shake. At the dragon’s feet, a large ravine opened up. Tamiel sliced the beast’s belly, pouring its blood in the newly created crevasse.

The dragon’s blood was very watery, but when dried it would have been harder than diamond. Hard as mithril, to be precise. Just as iron flows in a human’s veins and silver flows in my own, a dragon’s blood is full of the rarest and sturdiest metal there is.

This is the reason an old dragon is much more dangerous than a young one: the more injuries it has suffered in its battles, the more scabs are on his body.

That was our goal: to have our bodies caked in his blood, to become invincible.

I tied a rope to the dragon’s head. It was heavy enough to hold all our weight combined. Well, except for Rogor’s and Fusteg’s. But they were already climbing down the crevasse with their four arms and legs, like a spider would do, while carrying our equipment.

We reached them at the bottom. The pool of blood was deep enough for us to swim in. Safe for Rogor and Fusteg, who had removed their armor and were rolling over in the pool, splashing us with blood.

Coating fabric or metal in the dragon’s blood would have been useless. While it would have made our clothes and armor indestructible, they would have become too stiff to be worn. We had to take our bath naked.

Everyone turned their gaze on me, the only female in the party.

I flipped them off and wore my ring on the middle finger, vanishing in thin air. Now I could strip down. My clothes turned visible as I tossed them around.

Disappointment was written all over their faces.

Tamiel became a dog and shook his clothes off his fur. He was too shy to show his real naked body to others. He would even turn into a dog whenever he had to pee.

Oocovrop was the last one still dressed. And it did something I could never have expected. Its face turned white like snow. Freckles sprouted on his cheeks. His eyes turned brown like oak wood. He grew long and curly red hair, and pointy ears.

It had transformed into my exact copy, and I found it mesmerizing. I wasn’t alone. Everyone’s eyes were fixed on it. Then, it unbuckled its belt and dropped its vest in the pool.

The spell was broken. My naked body was a lot prettier than that. Oocovrop couldn’t have known it, but my tits were small and perky, while Oocovrop’s were large and floppy, and its nipples were brown, while mine were red and looked like ripe strawberries on top of hills of panna cotta. While its pussy was completely shaved, I had always trimmed my bush to look like a red maple leaf, so that when the time would have come to pop my cherry, my blood would have looked like syrup being harvested.

Everyone but me was aroused by that spectacle. Tamiel couldn’t stop chasing his tail and the twins were clapping their four hands together. Had they seen what my naked body actually looked like, they would have fainted then and there, I thought. I even had half a mind of removing the ring that made me invisible from my finger, but I was just too frustrated.

Oocovrop then turned into its original shape, with its junk hanging out, and laughed. Tamiel let out a wail of disgust, but I still preferred it over that gross approximation of my beauty.

As the sexual tension dropped, Rogor and Fusteg went back to splashing. Up above, the dragon’s flames dwindled. Soon, his blood would have dried up. They had to hurry and cover every inch of their body.

Tamiel and Oocovrop swam down the ravine, away from the giant sibling’s splashes.

I stayed there, trying to make peace with my mind. I had never been so confused and aroused before.

We elves don’t bathe during the day, for all of us who did, drowned trying to kiss their reflection.

My heart hadn’t stopped drumming in my chest ever since I saw my copy. What was that feeling? Was it the love I heard about in bard’s tales? Was it the lust the forest’s elders warned me about?

A huge red wave hit my face, bringing me down to earth. The twins were still at it.

While they couldn’t see me, I could see their naked body. Before I knew it, I was staring at them. I felt bad for it, but I didn’t care. Maybe the idea of me peeking at them was arousing for them too?

It wasn’t a nice spectacle though. Their one singular body had been deformed since the day they were born.

Like all two headed giants, they were born from a giant father and a human mother. I couldn’t imagine: what lust could drive a human to have sex with a giant, knowing she would never survive giving birth to his offspring?