Knight Fall (TFTG)

Knight Fall

A TFTG story created in collaboration with the artist All Bad Badgers 

UNEDITED  

CW:  Unwilling Permanent Change - Mental Changes (via intrusive thoughts from an alt persona) - Pregnancy

The wizard in black fled across the broken lands, and the knight errant followed.
 
For days the cursed sorcerer had rode hard, determined to lay his hands on the orb of Arokesh, a powerful relic of a bygone age which, legends said, could grant its holder dominion over the world. Yet each leg of the way, a company of noble knights had hounded him, led by the brave and proud Sir. Gallant. Determined to stop the wizard at all costs, they had suffered much to come as far as they had and by the last leg of the quest, only Sir. Gallant remained riding, knowing that by the time his trusted companions would catch up, it would already be too late...
 
At last, amongst the crags and fishers of Goliad, resting place of the orb, the two rivals found themselves riding nearly neck and neck, the thundering of hooves drowning all else out as the ultimate prize came swiftly into view. The shrine of Arokesh stood before them like a fortress, but with a bellowed word of power from the wizard the door flew open, revealing the resting place of the great and terrible artifact. He smiled and spurred his horse forward, eyes alight with fire as he reached out a hand and called the orb to him.
 
But Sir. Gallant was not a man to be underestimated and as the shock and then flung itself toward the magicians outstretched hand he kicked his mare into a bust of speed and lashed out with his sword, catching the sorcerer with a vicious slash. The mage screamed in pain and rage and turned to face the knight, wheeling his horse as he did so.
“Fool! No mere man may slay me!” He raised a hand, but was surprised as Sir. Gallant rode straight past him, ignoring the challenge and catching the orb deftly. “You cheat!” He screamed. “Give that to me!”
 
“The rules of chivalric honor had been set aside when you petrified my companions horses.” The knight scoffed, wheeling around to face the wizard, the orb passing deftly into his shield hand as he drew his blade. “But they will be no more than a days ride behind now. Your magic, wicked and tricky as it might be still lacks in one key respect…” He pointed his sword at the wizard. “It’s all just temporary! Illusions and childish tricks unworthy of a man of valor!”
 
“Tricks and illusions?” The wizard growled, reaching into his pocket and withdrawing from it a strange artifact. “For now mayhaps, but that orb you hold in your hand will make them all to real! GIVE IT TO ME SO THAT I MAY TAKE MY RIGHTFUL PLACE AS MASTER OF THIS WORLD!” He punctuated that last with a blast of golden light which tossed Sir. Gallant hurtling off his horse with a surprised yell.
 
The knight flew black, sliding across the stony earth with a grunt of pain and surprise, not having expected the wizard to have such power left in him after the long ride and the spells he had used to try to stop the knights pursuit. Yet no mere conjurers cantrip would stop him from ending the threat of the wizard once and for all. He rose to his feet and then stopped, suddenly aware of something pushing at the back of his britches. “By the grace of the gods, what sorcery is this?” He muttered, reaching back and tugging at his oddly tight fitting garments. No sooner had he started to pull them down then a bushy tail burst from just above his ass, which had also swelled as if stung by a bee. He blushed and turned his attention back to the wizard. “Is the best you can do? Mummers show and a bit of wind?”
 
“It is far more than that, ‘Sir.’ Knight”. The wizard sneered as something began to happen throughout the knights lower body, a tightness straining at the seams of his clothes which only crept its way further and further up his body as time past. “My magic is even now reshaping you and catalyzed by the orb in your possession, it will not be some temporary thing...“ He reached out a hand. “Give me the orb and I promise that I will make it far less… Humiliating for you.”
 
“You jest!” The knight spat as his breastplate became suddenly very tight and oddly hot. “I will not fall for your taunts, nor would I give you the orb even if I did! Your evil ends now!” He charged and the wizard lifted the statue again.

“Very well, have it your way…” A second blast of golden light knocked Sir. Gallant off his feet and tumbling head over heels back toward the lip of a deep gorge. Seeing this the wizards eyes sprung suddenly wide and he shouted a warning, but to late. “WAIT! NO!” As Sir. Gallant tumbled over the side he rushed over to the edge, watching as orb and man fell and tumbled away, the priceless artifact smashing to bits on the first outcropping of rock it struck. “FUCK ME!” The wizard sobbed and stormed off. “I hope you die down their you asshole!”
 
-
 
As Sir. Gallant fell his body was bashed and battered on all sides by the rock face as it sloped ever so slightly down into the fathomless depths. The strikes against his armor were nothing however to the strange feelings coming from within it, his groin felt as if it had been plunged into hot wax and his britches burst open as brown fur exploded out of them, cushioning him slightly, but worrying him in a way far more than the pain it saved. His new tail tucked between his legs, pulling down his rapidly shredding pants and leaving an opening for his carefully tucked breastplate to start to come lose, something under it pushing hard against his trusty armor.
 
A large outcropping of rock suddenly loomed out of the darkness and a second later Sir. Gallant hit it with a clattering crash like a pile of dishes being dropped all at once onto a stone floor. He was knocked almost senseless, his life saved only by the protection of his helmet which took the brunt of the blow away from his skull. He blinked, eyes spinning and head ringing as he lifted his helmet to feel for damage, only to feel something inexplicably off. His ears had changed position on his head and now felt odd, large and triangular, sitting almost perfectly atop his head.
 
This oddness was followed almost immediately by the strange realization that he was staring at something out in front of his eyes, a brownish muzzled tipped with a wet, black nose. He reached out and touched it, shocked to find that he could feel the cold steal of his gauntlets thru the nose. He felt further back and found his metal clad hands running along the length of a dogs face, complete with thick fur and elongated features yet… It all seemed to be HIS face!
 
He looked down and saw that his breastplate was now oddly crooked, pushed out by something underneath it, something round and firm and tipped with a sensitive nub which filled him with strange and pleasurable feelings. He almost feared to see what was underneath, but gathered his manly courage and pulled the plate away to discover a pair of large, firm breasts, covered in a layer of cream colored fur. It was the strangest sight he had ever seen and though he wished desperately to deny it could be true, he knew that these breasts were as real and part of him as the odd dogs muzzle.
 
He looked down, suddenly not wanting to know what might lay between his legs, but by some small miracle his britches, while heavily damaged, had remained intact enough to hide his, hopefully, still manly pride. Tufts of fur had sprung up thru every hole in the clothing and his manhood felt oddly hot and moist, but he could deal with that unnerving strangeness later. For now, he needed to escape this predicament he had found himself in and regroup with his companions to inform them about the wizard who remained at large.
 
Besides, the wizards magic was all of a temporary sort and it was likely just a desperate bluff which had lead him to make wild claims about the effects lasting more than a few hours to a couple of days at most. He would be back to his old self, drinking and laughing in the tavern with his friends in no time. Mayhaps he would charm a tavern wench with his tales of daring and use this whole wretched experience to indulge in a little adventure in romance…
 
Boyd by this happy thought he tried his best to cover himself with his ill fitting armor and began to look for the best place to start climbing back up the rock face. The slope seemed to be of a damnably unforgiving sort for an amateur mountaineer, but Sir. Gallant was never one to back down from a challenge! He found a good place to start his assent and began to crawl upwards, hand over hand, trying to ignore the strange and not altogether unpleasant feelings of his new breasts rubbing the rock. His build had lost some of his upper body strength in the strange transformation, but he was still a strong man and young, so while difficult, he was sure that his goal was still easily achievable.
 
He had made it almost ten feet from where he had started when something began to trouble him. His belly, normally fit and trim as was befitting a questing knight, had begun to rub up against the stone, joining his breasts which had seemed almost to have grown in the short time he had been climbing. At first Sir. Gallant had dismissed this as simply a quirk of his new fur covered body, but now it seemed unmistakable that something was happening to his waist and new chest, something that felt oddly like they had begun to fill with something...
 
He looked down and was shocked to see how large he had grown, his belly now near fully rounded and breasts swollen and sloshing with what could only be milk! He tried to get a better look, but with a painful spasm his traitorous body grew another few inches and he lost his handholds, falling backwards to the hard outcropping he had started on with a heavy thud. The impact, now no longer blocked by his old armor sent a shock of agony up his back and he knew at once that he would not be able to free himself without help. He let out a sharp hiss of frustration and pain, less fearful of being trapped then he was of being humiliated, seeing as how his companions would certainly find him and if he had not changed back by the time they had, it would be a long time coming before they let him forget this embarrassment.

 
-
 
Sir. Gallant lay on his back, looking up at the sun as it slowly made its way down toward the edge of the skyline, taking with it the clear light of day and leaving behind only the warm hues of evening. He reached up a hand and felt his extended gut, wondering why fattening him up and giving him large breasts had been part of the wizard plan. While surely embarrassing, hard work and the fading of the spell would take care of both and surely the wizard would have wanted more of a revenge then simply inconclusiveness the man who had stopped his wicked plans, would he not? The thought troubled the knight and he found himself wondering just how long he might have to wait to see the effects of the curse start to fade when a slight cramping drew his attention back to present concerns.
 
“Am I already so hungry?” He asked, sitting up awkwardly as his gut began to cramp again, harder then before. “Or did I eat something which disagreed with-” His words were cut off in a groan as something began to push out from inside of him, moving from deep in his abdomen and working its way down toward his strangely moist groin. Suddenly terrified that he might do something utterly humiliating to his only remaining pair of britches, he quickly pulled them away only to watch in horror as between his legs a womanly slit revealed itself.
 
The slit was long, tight and wet, slicking the creamy fur around it with a fluid which had before now never come from the knights own body. His tail swished between his legs, fanning the area, though it did little to elevate either the cramps or the heat. He reached a hand down to touch it and felt a shock as unexpected sensations shot to his brain from his new sex.
 
“Am I truly…” Sir. Gallant wondered aloud. “Now a woman?”
 
This question was soon answered for the knight when something utterly feminine began to happen to her body. The cramps intensified and Sir. Gallant pulled at her legs, opening them wide as something large, smooth and brown emerged from her new vagina.
 
An egg.
 
Sir. Gallant’s tail curled around the egg protectively as the new woman slowly sat up, her extended belly still far too large to allow her to properly move about and looked down at the proof of her motherhood. “T-That can’t be…” She gasped, reaching for the egg. “I cannot have…” Before her steel wrapped fingers could touch it however, another series of cramps knocked her back to the ground panting and desperately pulling her legs apparat to ease the way. “N-NO!” She cried as a second egg pushed out into the fresh air. “How many of these can their be!?” Her words where punctuated by a third egg, following swiftly on the heels of its fellow and piling neatly around her tail which worked hard to carefully soften the landing of each before it might be damaged on the hard rock.

The fourth egg did not come at once, giving the former man just enough time to think that maybe her ordeal was finally ending when it squeezed out, larger and heavier than any of the ones before. The passing of it left Sir. Gallant with a strange mix of emotions, pain blended with pleasure and an odd sense of pride which frightened her as badly as anything else had that day. She was a man! A knight! A brave adventurer who fought evil forces with sword in hand, mounted atop his loyal steed, not some lowly common girl laying prostrate on the birthing bed and CERTAINLY not some… Hen laying a clutch of eggs! She should not feel even a hint of pride at the abominations which had been pushed out of her and as soon as she was done… Ridding her body of them, she would push the lot over the cliff side!
 
That last thought was punctuated by the fifth egg beginning to push its way free and with a desperate moan, Sir. Gallant gave up on any thought, but that of making it thru the seemingly endless labor!

-

After hours spent straining, pushing and occasionally cursing everything from the gods to the wizard to her own friends for not coming sooner, Sir. Gallant finally birthed the last of the eggs and crumpled to the hard ground in a state of near total exhaustion. Never in any previous battle, hunt or tourney had the knight ever felt so utterly drained and worn out. All around her brown and cream colored eggs lay nearly laid out, her instinctive action to set them aside as she underwent labor. She had lost count at some point, though she thought that after awhile the pace of the eggs had slowed, thought that might well have just been her own body growing used to the rhythm of them and missing the smaller ones which came between her larger children.
 
Children…
 
The word had come to her mind unbidden and unwanted, a familiar term unworthy of these things which had come from a wizard's curse! She would have nothing to do with whatever hound like abominations they hatched! Her old body would return soon, by morning at the latest and by then she, no HE and HIS friends would fry these aberrations up and eat them, putting this nightmare to a fittingly grim end. Hell, why even wait? Why try to sleep with the little monsters crowded all around her?
 
She reached down tiredly and grabbed up an armful of the nearest eggs and shuffled over to the edge of the outcropping, ready to hurl them down into the abyssal darkness. Looking over the edge she froze, suddenly utterly unable to go thru with it. She hated the things, wanted them as far from her as she could get them and yet… They needed their mother. They had come from her, would hatch from her warmth and care and would need her to guild and teach them…
 
NO! That was madness, she was a man and a knight, not a mother or teacher and she would have nothing to do with them! She raised her arms high and prepared to throw once more… Then hesitated.
 
“Tomorrow.” She muttered and shuffled back to her spot, gathering the eggs around herself. “When these damned… Feelings have past, tomorrow I shall be rid of them.” She curled around the makeshift nest and yawned. “I’ll stop being your mother… Tomorrow.”
 
-
 
Sir. Gallant slept fitfully that night, his dreams full of heat and fur, strong hands and strange pleasures. By the time he began to open his eyes, the light of the new day had already begun to shine down from a sun stationed at the point of high noon. He opened his eyes and almost gasped when he saw the pile of eggs not an inch from his nose and realized with a start that the previous nights events had not been some terrible dream! He sat up and was about to shout when a firm hand grabbed his bare shoulder and a familiar voice soothed, “Its alright, we have you. Your safe.”
 
The face of Sir. Ehrmantraut was warm and reassuring, framed by his steal helm and offset by a fringe of salt and pepper hair. He reached down and picked Sir. Gallant up easily as two other knights began to collect the eggs. Sir. Gallant opened his mouth, fully intending to tell them to toss the lot over the side when a strange, soft female voice cried, “Be careful with my babies!” Shocked Sir. Gallant reached up to feel his throat and was instantly struck dumb by the fur he felt their.
 
“Don’t worry ma’am, you and your children will be safe.” Sir. Ehrmantraut soothed, his gruff voice full of kindness. “We are knight errants and friends to all good folk.” He lifted Sir. Gallant over his shoulder, letting his breasts fall down over his back. “Now why don’t you tell us your name and where we can get you back to where your children will be safe?”
 
‘I’m Sir Gallant!’ The knight tried to yell, but his voice once more came out as a girlish wimpier, sounding more scared then upset. “I am Miss. Penelope…”
 
“Its nice to meet you Miss. Penelope.” Sir. Ehrmantraut replied. “My name is Sir. Ehrmantraut, my friends and I came here looking for an evil wizard and a dear friend. We found the one and have put an end to his mischief, but the other…” He sighs. “Have you seen another knight around here?”
 
‘Yes! ME!’ Sir. Gallant tried to yell, but her voice betrayed her yet again as she began to sniffle. “Yes, he saved me… But fell in the process. I have no home, not even a set of clothes to cover myself with and a full clutch of eggs to tend to… What can I do?”
 
Sir. Ehrmantraut seemed moved almost to tears by the story and as he pulled her over the cliff side, Sir. Gallant saw the big man dabbing at his eyes with a handkerchief. “For my friends most… Noble of sacrifices, I shall not allow you to go on as you have been, alone and uncared for.” He straightened and placed her down. “You will come with us and I will see to it you are given work, lodgings and protection at the Brown Hound Tavern!” He put a hand on her back. “A fitting name, no?”
 
‘That sleazy bar!?’ Sir. Gallant tried to screech. ‘Do you take me for some common whore? I will not step foot in the place! And furthermore, when I am back to being a man I shall give you a serious thrashing for this shoddy treatment!’ Unsurprising what actually came from her mouth was instead a tearful, “A tavern? With a room for me and the little ones? Oh dear, kind Sir. Knight I shall never forget this kindness! I am forever in your debt!”
 
As the two walked to the horses, the sight of the wizard bound in chains caused Sir. Gallant to stop dead in her tracks. The vial sorcerer eyes gleamed as he took her in and with a bound hand beckoned her in closer. She hesitated, but when Sir. Ehrmantraut continued on to his own horse apparently oblivious to her stopping she crept up to the wizard.
 
“I see my spell was not as temporary as you thought?” He chuckled coldly. “And without the orb, so few ways to undue what was done…” He scooted a little closer to her. “But their might still be time, so long as you remain virginal, I know of one way to return you to your body, but it will come at a cost. My freedom.”
 
Sir. Gallant hesitated, before he had told the wizard he would not compromise to save himself, but now, as a woman and a mother facing a possible life time of egg laying and tavern serves… Could she deny him a second time?
 
Before she could do more then open her mouth to speak however Sir. Ehrmantraut pulled her away from the prisoner. “Be careful Miss. Penelope!” He called. “That man is a dangerous wizard of unparalleled evil, you should not go near him!” He began to guide her back to his horse. “Do not worry though, I will insure that you never see that scoundrel again for as long as you live.”
 
“Indeed, Miss. Penelope… I am sure we shall not meet again.” The wizard called after her, mockingly. “Enjoy your life… Mother.”
 
-
 
True to Sir. Ehrmantraut’s word Miss. Penelope never saw the wizard again after that day and was arranged a position as a tavern wench at the Brown Hound Tavern, a disputable, but reasonably clean and honest establishment situated in one of the larger towns bordering the capitol. There she was given a room, a new uniform made of gray fur and green spun wool and room to leave her clutch of eggs. Though she would have been perfectly happy just abandoning them to go and look for a cure, she could not seem to force herself to abandon the children, something in her just could not stomach that idea no matter how badly she might want to follow thru on it.
 
Equally strong though was the part of her that held onto the idea of one day returning to being Sir. Gallant, a heroic knight and man amongst men. It was that part which ignored the growing feelings of longing and need which flared up in her from time to time and which led her to turn down the offers, both crude and sweet, to either take her back to her room or to make an honest woman of her and her brood. For either would mean giving up her virginity and with it, any hope of one day reclaiming her old life.
 
And so life went on, day after day, week after week, month after month till things seemed to have reached some sort of equilibrium…
 
That was until one day while serving drinks, Miss. Penelope felt something happening to her…
 
The feeling was like the lust and desire she had felt before, but far stronger then it had ever been, a burning, almost painful need. Her tail, despite her best efforts began to lift and with it, took her skirt up with it. Desperate to preserve her modesty she reached back and tried to tug it back down, but all she manage to accomplish was to draw attention from the bar patrons who all turned to watch as she fruitlessly tried to hide her growing arousal.
 
“Trouble with heat, Penelope?” A lizard man regular asked, eyeing her exposed ass and sniffing the air as her body began to sweet pheromones.
 
“H-Heat?” She asked, tugging a bit harder at her skirt. “W-What do you mean?”
 
“First time, eh?” The lizard man smiled and sat up. “I guess that makes sense, your young and the first time it hit you must have gotten knocked up pretty must right away, am I right?”
 
While Sir. Gallant would have tried to deny the allegation, Penelope just blushed. “Is there anyway of dealing with it? I-I can’t work like this…”
 
“Depends…” The lizard man grind as he stood.
 
“On?” Penelope whimpered, giving up the battle and just shuffling up to the lizard man.
 
“On if your looking to have more kids?” The lizard man smiled and pulled her into an embrace, leading her back toward her room.
 
Internally Sir. Gallant began to shout and rant, but Penelope just blushed. “Well… I was hoping to meet a husband first, but if its the only way to deal with this… Incredible heat…”
 
“Honey, with a body and sex drive like yours, you don’t need just one man...” He smiled.
 
As Penelope lead him into her room she quieted the voice in her head and beamed. “Okay, I’ll do it on one condition.” She began to tug off her work uniform and reached out to close the door on the bar and her old life. “You have to finish inside...”
 
The door slammed and before long the first of many, many loud moans echoed throughout the establishment.
 
Within the year the Brown Hound Tavern had its name changed to the Crown Hound Brothel and became a favorite stop for knights and adventures of all stripes. The owner became rich, the children grew up health and fat and Penelope found herself being fulfilled and filled in every possible way…
 
And they all lived happily ever after…
 
The End