Drow Wine Isn’t For Wizards (TFTG)

  Drow Wine Isn’t For Wizards

Originally posted on FA on: Jan 31, 2021 

Another fantasy transformation story about an arrogant adventurer ending up transformed and with their personality altered written for the wonderful  crazycowproductions to go with a couple of sketches I commissioned. This time, its a wizard.

CW: Hypnosis, TFTG, Bad End, Implied Sex, Dubious Consent (due to Mental Changes) 

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Drow Wine Isn’t For Wizards

The elven wizard’s grip tightens on his staff as his lips perce into a thin, white line. “Is this some sort of joke?”

“Come on Berty!” The dwarf laughs, slapping one meaty palm on his elven companions back with a harty clap which pushes him towards the garishly festooned establishment. “You promised you’d let us treat you to a night of fun to celebrate our latest victory and there’s no backing out now!”

The elve’s eyes flash dangerously and his staff glows with a blue light as he glares at the dwarf. “That’s LORD Bertram Julian Bettary to you my stunty little friend! And when I said I’d allow you to treat me to an evening of entertainment, I had, admittedly foolishly assumed you meant something with a bit of class, elegance and refinement!” He turns his withering gaze to the silhouette of a nude woman painted just above the sign proclaiming the establishment to be ‘The Bouncing Beauty Inn’. “The sort of place one of sophistication may find amusements fit for the elevated and privileged.” He sniffs. “In other words, a place an ELF might actually dain to set foot within!”

“Aye, we knew that.” The third member of the company, a middle aged human man who smelt of dog and pine even after bathing multiple times at Lord Bertram’s insistence grins. “We knew you had a particular taste so we went ahead and scoped out the one elven joint like this in town just fer you!” His smile grows and Lord Bertram grimaces at the realization that the lout seemed actually PROUD of himself for this ‘discovery’ and expected him to be pleased by it. “Seeing as how you didn’t much care for the human, dwarf, halfling and goblin lasses we brought you to see and seeing as how you insisted it wasn't just that ya wanted to spend time with a bloke-”

“I’m NOT interested in men!” Lord Bertram hisses.

“Aye aye, not that we’d mind any if you were, but me and Mikial figured you were looking for an elven lassy to… Unwind a bit with!”

“Seeing as how you’ve not slept with anything since we started traveling together, it just made sense that’s why you're always so prickly.” The dwarf nods. “So Jack, bless him, went all over town to find this place for you!”

The elf’s lip curls as he stares from the dwarf to the human, their idiot grins only serving to fuel his irritation. “First of all,” He starts, words hissing through his clenched teeth. “I am NOT picky because I have not rutted like some filthy beast! We elves have evolved past such petty needs and are more than capable of saving our energies for more meaningful pursuits. I am ‘picky’ as you put it, because I am forced through circumstance to work with you mayflies in order to prove to my royal uncle that I am deserving of superseding my soft hearted cousin in the line of succession.” He sniffs. “Your capabilities as warriors do not make up for the lowliness of your blood nor the failings of your races.” He returns his ire to the establishment. “And secondly, I assure you that whatever drunken rumors you have heard, this… House of degeneracy has not now nor ever will be frequented by any lineage of elf! Why the very thought that a fair maiden of elfish blood would so much as step foot across this threshold in search of companionship is almost blasphemous in its ludicrosity!”

“And he says he DOESN’T need to get laid…” The dwarf mutters out of the side of his mouth.

Unperturbed the human, Jacko just smiles more broadly. “Ah didn’t mean to offend Berty, but you didn’t catch my meaning. See this place isn’t frequented by elves, its elves that work here. They are the entertainment!”

“What?” Lord Bertram asks, his voice dropping to a deadpan. “I’m terribly sorry, the utter insanity of what you just said seems to have rendered me hard of hearing as I thought you just said this place featured ELVES as entertainers.”

“Aye that’s true!” Jacko nods and points up at the sign. “See the ears?”

Lord Bertram turns to look up at the sign again, noticing for the first time how the scandalous image did in fact have noticeably pointed ears. Seeing this he takes a deep breath and straightens himself, carefully arranging his outfit before turning to face the door. “Alright, something is CLEARLY terribly wrong here and whether it’s false advertising or some more sinister fraud I’m going to get to the bottom of it right now!”

As he strides through the front door Mikial the dwarf shakes his head and gives a knowing look to Jacko. “Told you he’d come up with some silly excuse for going in. Bet you a gold he does the same to ‘check out’ one of the backrooms.”

“Think I’m daft?” Jacko chuckles. “Come on, let's get in before he decides to ‘interrogate’ all the best looking gals.”

-

Meanwhile inside the inn, the elven wizard’s eyes narrow at the sight of the establishment's robust and generously endowed staff. Here dozens of men, dwarves and even, to his chagrin, a few other elves leer and chat up a small army of scantily clad drow women who serve frothing mugs of ale and platters of steaming meat to the hungry patrons. These dark elven women, contrary to all he had been taught, seem if anything to be charmed and flattered by the come ons of their primarily male customer base, so much so some even had evidently elected to sit and cozy up with them!

This however pales in comparison to the sight of another drow woman who stands on an elevated stage, her body in a state of near total undress! She leans into the metal poll planted in the stages center and with a sly wink raises one long leg up to rest a foot on its surface, giving the scandalized lord a full view of her unmentionables before beginning a spin which if anything only adds to the distressing lewdness of the whole sordid affair!

Blushing brightly the wizard turns and fixes his gaze firmly on a second, unoccupied stage situated just to the side of the first. Ignoring a sudden stirring under his dapper trousers he begins to walk stiffly towards the other stage when a sudden call draws his attention back to the lascivious dancer.

“Hey there cutie, what’s the matter? Don’t like what you see?” The drows voice lacks any trace of the cruel spite which normally characterized her wicked races' words. If anything, she sounded genuinely concerned he wasn’t getting the show he wanted. “

“If this isn’t your scene, there’s a fantastic pub just down the way called The Beefy Barbarian that me and the girls meet up at after work sometimes. There very open minded so if you want-”

Lord Bertram’s face grows hot as he begins to quake with rage. “How DARE you insinuate that of me, you impudent strumpet! I am LORD Bertram Julian Bettary, third in line to the crown of Silveroak Dale, Wizard of the Blue Order and vanquisher of the Ogre Tyrant Gobber The Grotesque! I am NOT disinterested in your perverse burlesque because I would rather have an orc flop his greasy rod in my face, but because THIS WHOLE ESTABLISHMENT is an insult to our entire species!” He raises his staff and a blue light emanates from its tip, causing the girls and patrons to back away, including the elf’s companions who had just entered the inn. “We elves are no mere playthings nor eye candy for the lesser races! We are BETTER than them and YOU debacing yourself in this way is only serving to lower us to their level!” Lighting begins to crackle around the staff and Lord Bertram’s eyes burn with energy. “And if I need to blast this stain on our reputation from the face of this wretched city to remedy this insult, then so be it!”

Suddenly as quickly as the power had built within the wizard, it fades again as a blanket of anti magic covers the building. Confused Lord Bertram turns to search for the source of the interruption and meets the gaze of yet another drow woman, though this one is dressed in robes of red and gold and holds in her hand a wand, still glowing faintly from the last spell it had been used to cast. She twirls the wand before slipping it back into her robe and gesturing for the high elf to follow her into the back.

Feeling slightly embarrassed, Lord Bertram quickly works to regain his composure and then without a word stalks off after the strange woman.

Back at the entrance Jacko shakes his head. “Real glad I didn’t take that bet.”

On stage the dancer sighs. “That guy seriously needs to get laid…”

-

The strange woman leads Lord Bertram into a backroom where he finds her pouring wine into a pair of glasses set upon a table with a chair already pushed back and waiting for him. He eyes both her and the glasses suspiciously, but takes the seat without comment.

“Lord Bertram Julian Bettary, was it?” The woman asks, finishing her pour and setting the wine bottle aside. “Bit of a long name, do you mind if I call you Bertram?”

“Lord Bettary.” Lord Bertram sniffs. “Or my lord. I am sure one in your trade is unaccustomed to the rules of etiquette, but one does not address their superiors by their first name in such a casual manner.”

“I see, you’ll have to forgive my lack of courtly refinement.” The drow smiles. “I’m Mistress Amily Lalonde, though only my girls call me Mistress.” Her smile broadens a little. “Well and a few special regulars, but I’m sure you’d not be interested in that.”

“You assume correctly.” The high elf remarks cooly, watching the drow as she slides one of the glasses to him and raises the other to her lips, taking a sip. “What you are doing here is-”

“A disgrace to the elven race.” Mistress Amily finishes with a light chuckle. “I heard your speech, very passionate stuff. Actually had me going for a bit there.”

“Had you ‘going’?” Lord Berttary asks, picking up his glass and giving it a suspicious look. “I assure you madam, I meant every word of what I said!”

“Really?” Mistress Amily asks, looking innocently curious. “All the bits about our work here being debauched and elves being superior to everyone else? Well now you have me curious! Before you turn my home and place of business into a smoking crater, would you mind telling me what brought you to this conclusion?”

“If you think to change my mind-” Lord Berttary begins, but is interrupted quickly by the drow.

“Oh I’m sure I cannot! You seem very sure of your position, I only wish to understand how I might have offended you so gravely!” She takes another sip of wine. “Pray do not tell me that your sense of moral certainty would waver in the face of a few innocent questions?”

“Certainly not!” Lord Berttary bristles and takes a sip of the wine at last, finding the taste very pleasant. “Very well then, ask your questions, I shall answer them and perhaps when we are done you’ll see reason and help me relocate your wayward whores to a temple where they may, through dedication yet… Redeem themselves of their unelven faults.”

“Mayhaps I will.” Mistress Amily’s smile broadens as she watches the high elve’s hair lighten to a shade of white. “First then, this sense of superiority over all the other races… Why are you so sure of it?”

“Why?” Lord Berttary frowns, taking another sip of wine as he thinks. “Why because it is self-evident, is it not? We elves are blessed with long lives so that we may expand our minds, learn and accomplish many wonderful things and better ourselves so that we may, as is our right, rule over all others with a wise and just hand!”

“Perhaps,” The drow nods slowly, seeing Lord Berttary’s eyes take on a red hue as they begin to dull. “But isn’t it also true that, even with our longer lives, we end up more often than not actually accomplishing little more than most other mortals? Most of us spend centuries idly waiting and planning and considering this and that, but actually doing not much at all. Really, when it comes down to it girls like mine here are really the only ones who actually get to ENJOY the benefits of our longer lives! After all, while most elves can spend decades slowly building up to the point where they can feel a moment's joy in accomplishing a task, here that joy comes spurting out over and over each day!”

“My word!” Lord Berttary gasps, his voice raising a few octaves as he puts a hand to his oddly soft chest. “That is a… Well it's very graphically put, but it’s uh…” He frowns. “Um… It’s… It's like a good point? I guess?” He covers his embarecement with another sip of wine. “However that does bring us to the other major issue I have with your estab-something. Your inn! It's not just that you're doing all this fun stuff with men who aren't elves, which I guess aren't all bad, but what you're doing is still pretty icky!”

“‘Icky’ is a word for it, yes.” Mistress Amily admits, casually glancing down to Lord Berttary’s tunic which has begun to strain as something pushes hard against the front of the waistcoat. “Though permit me to frame it another way and see if I can’t help you see the appeal?”

“Oh uh, sure?” Lord Berttary blushes, crossing his legs as a dampness begins to form between his thighs and his skin takes on a much darker and more ashen hue. “I mean like, that could be fun I guess?”

“Very much so.” Mistress Amily agrees, tilting her head to one side to avoid the first button of the waistcoat popping off and flying past her. “It’s a little mental exercise I do with all my new girls to see what role will fit them best. Waitressing or getting a little more hands on, if you know what I mean. Shall we start then?”

“Yes!” Lord Berttary almost shouts before catching himself and folding his hands on his lap, unconsciously pushing his breasts together to create a better view for the other drow. “I mean, yes please Mistress Amily.”

“Mistress Lalonde.” Mistress Amily corrects smoothly. “Or just Mistress if you prefer. I know you're new to all of this, but one does not address their superiors by their first name in such a casual manner.”

“Oh, I’m sorry Mistress.” Berttary blushes feeling herself shrink under her mistresses stare. The metaphorical feeling is soon joined by a physical one as she physically loses a few inches. “But can we still do the thingy you said before?”

“Of course Betty.” Mistress Amily smiles warmly. “As I said, it’s something I do with all the new girls.” She leans forward and the newly created drow’s blush deepens as her mistress comes near enough that their noses nearly touch before continuing. “Now imagine I’m a big, strong adventurer, just come in for a drink and a good time. What would be your first-” The mistress is cut off as the new girl kisses her passionately on the lips.

“Come here and ravish me you hunk!” Betty practically pants. “Let me ride you while you tell me all about your adventures! GODS I NEED TO GET LAID NOW!”

The mistress pulls back, left blinking and utterly speechless as the new drow girl rips open her old clothes and begins furiously rubbing at herself. “Alright then…” She grabs her wine glass and finishes it with a single long gulp before dropping it onto her desk, watching in amazement as the former Lord Berttary begins to masterbate with the spare wand she had kept on her desk. “Well I think we can safely take waitressing off the list. Can’t have you jumping everyone who walks through the doors, but I think I know where I can put you when you're not on your back…” She winces as her newest hire screams in delight. “We’ll start you tomorrow. Just… Try and work off a bit of that pent up energy for now.”

-

A Few Years Later

-

“Ahh, the old Bouncing Beauty Inn!” Jacko calls as he leads the way towards the by now familiar establishment. “No matter how many taverns, inns and brothels we visit, this place has never lost its luster!”

“The way you talk about it,” Zillia, the goblin sorceress who had joined the group some years back after the loss of their prior magical expert, remarks. “I’ve got my hopes pretty damn high!” She blushes a little and looks up at the lewd sign with a lustful look in her eyes. “If half of what you lot have said about the girls in this place are true I’ll be looking to BUY a room here with the hoard we got from that last dragon!”

“Trust me,” Mikial chuckles, ruffling the goblins' hair. “We already have that covered! And we reserved the best girl in the house for tonight!”

“You mean,” The goblin’s face lights up as she squeals, “BJ BETTY!?”

“Aye, The Blowjob Queen herself!” Jacko grins at his little friend's delight. “And believe you me, oral ain’t the only thing she’s royally skilled at!”

“But how!?” Zillia asks, seeming more awed by the pair now then she had been by the Goddess Liliandra when the party had spent a month adventuring through the celestial realms. “She’s a LEGEND! I had a sketch of her all the way out in the Badlands!”

“Well it’s a bit of an odd story.” Mikial admits, stroking his long, dwarven beard. “You see back before we met you, our last wizard was an elf who came with us to visit this place. Bit of a grouch, kind of racist and all around had more ego than real power, but still, a decent sort to have in a scrap. Anyway, he ended up kicking up a fuss when we first visited this place, had to be removed by the Mistress of the house and ended up storming off in a huff. Never saw him again after that and I guess Mistress Amily felt a bit guilty for her part in the whole sorted business.”

“Not that she had anything to do with it mind!” Jacko cuts in. “Real sweet lady, honest! Hells, the way he was carrying on I’d have had half a mind to throw us all out if I was her, but she could not have been nicer!”

“Truer words have never been spoken.” Mikial nods. “But still she insisted we stay the night, free of charge and then the next day she offered us a lifetime discount on her latest hire, just to make sure we didn’t hold any ill will for our lost wizard!”

“Wow!” Zillia breaths. “And that was BJ Betty?”

“The one and only!” Jacko laughs. “Lucked right out, huh? Traded an elf no one liked for one everyone LOVES!”

“Always did wonder whatever happened to old Berty though…” Mikial muses. “Guess he probably just crawled into some dive bar after his precious crown went to his cousin in the end after all. Probably ate him up knowing how beloved and multicultural he became while old Berty pissed away everything because of his stubborn pride and prejudice. Just goes to show, in the end-”

“AHHH!” Zillia wails. “BJ BETTY IS RIGHT THROUGH THIS DOOR! That’s the only elf I want to hear about from now on, okay!?”

Mikial and Jacko chuckle and nod. After all, the goblin was right, who cared what happened to some irritable, stuck up prick when they could stick their pricks up someone far more agreeable?

And so the trio enter the inn to the sounds of raucous cheers as on the second stage the most desirable elf in the whole kingdom puts on her most erotic dance. As they wave and she catches sight of them, BJ Betty, formally Lord Bertram Julian Bettary, third in line to the crown of Silveroak Dale, Wizard of the Blue Order and vanquisher of the Ogre Tyrant Gobber The Grotesque, squeals in delight and waves wildly, her large breasts jiggling as she does so.

“HEY BOYS!” Her eyes lock onto Zillia and the goblin practically melts as The Blowjob Queen herself licks her lips and winks at her. “And new friend! Got a few more sets to go through, but after that, meet me up in our room?”

“You know it!” Mikial shouts as Jacko whistles.

“Our room?” Zillia whispers, knees trembling as she looks up at Mikial. “When you said you bought a room here…”

“Like I said, lifetime discount.” Mikial winks. “DEEP discount! Now, let’s find a seat. Just try and hold it in till after the dance.” He chuckles as Zillia leans against him, looking like she's about to pass out. “The best is yet to come.”