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Into the Game, Part 2 (Fantasy TFTG)
🕑 Added 2025-11-07 21:58:58 +0000 UTCBy FoxFaceStories
A Story Tier Prompt for TGSorcerer
David and June are a happy married couple who love to play geeky fantasy tabletop games together. But everything goes wrong when they try a new two-player card game and instead are sucked into a fantasy world - one where David is his burly dwarf cleric and June is stuck as her lithe catfolk rogue.
Part 2: A Battle Against Goblin Raiders
They had only a couple of minutes to prepare themselves against the coming horde. Less than an hour ago the married couple had been thrust into the world of Erutell thanks to a magical tabletop game. The dorky June had become Naralae, a gorgeous and seductive catfolk who wore exceptionally little and moved with feline grace. The nerdy David, meanwhile, had become Strongborn Ironarm, a short, stocky, and powerful dwarven cleric who wielded the powers of the gods. It was their ultimate DnD fantasy come true, just not in a way they ever expected or imagined, and now a rampaging army of goblins were heading their way.
“What do we do?” Naralae pleaded, tugging on her feline ears.
“We should plough right through them and smite them with the power of our belief!” Strongborn shouted, holding up his axe.
“What? Honey, that’s absurd!”
The dwarf frowned. “You’re right, that’s stupid. I think my new self is far more hotblooded now.”
“What if we hid?
“Never! A dwarven cleric fights!”
“Strongborn!”
The dwarf huffed. “Honey, we need to pass these challenges, remember? We’ve both got a heroic goal to succeed in before we can, presumably, turn back! I’ve got to forge a mighty family dynasty, and you’ve got to gain access to a forbidden paradise, yeah? To do that, we need to ride roughshod over these goblin bastards!”
Naralae snarled, baring her sharp teeth, but not at her husband, merely the frustration of the situation. “Fine!” she declared, before using her claws to easily clamber up a tree.
“Where are you going?”
“I’m a rogue, remember? I’m readying a sneak attack.”
“Oh, right. I should, uh, oh . . .”
“What? Are you - are you looking up my skirt? I’m covered in fur, honey!”
Strongborn grinned anyway. Never let it be said that your husband doesn’t like the look of you in any form, dear!”
“Awww. Now hurry up and get ready!”
He did so, focusing on his new compulsions and class features. He quickly manifested an aura of protection around himself, then concentrated on casting a circular field upon the ground that would grant him advantage in combat against enemies and bend luck towards the will of the Great Forge, his God.
“Grant me the power to win, oh Forge!” he declared, leaning into his character. “Let me burn my enemies with your heat, and throw them back with the power of your bellows!”
Above, Naralae was far more stealthy. She clambered across a branch and lay against it, purring. She was not used to being so agile or acrobatic, and yet she felt she knew exactly how to use her bow and arrow and the lighter crossbow at her side.
“Focus, Naralae,” she said. “It’s just a game. You know how to win . . . and how to look good doing it, too.”
Her ears pricked up. She could pinpoint that there were nearly two dozen of the creatures roaming their way, and the voices of the goblins were now discernible too.
‘I smell foods! Adventurer foods, lads!’
‘Bets they gots lots of trinkets on them too, chief!’
‘Aye, and a fuckton of meat for our broth! That’s catfolk we smells. They taste nice qll boiled up. The dwarf too. Lotsa good healthy muscle meat on them. Sink ya teeth in, ya little shits! ATTACK!”
His voice rang out, and the goblins burst through the bushes, exploding onto the scene. David/Strongarm was ready for them; he swung out with his axe and slashed one open where he stood, then brought it around in the same movement and beheaded the second little green goblin just as he emerged with a bloodied scimitar. Strongarm cried out, shocked to see actual blood and guts in front of him. It felt so much more real than he imagined.
“Naralae!” he cried, jumping back as arrows fired and more goblins entered. “I think this is real!”
“Obviously, honey!” she announced, before letting loose one arrow, followed by a second. They implanted directly into two goblin heads, dropping them immediately. But then she saw what her husband was talking about; these creatures were dying at their hand, and going for the kill. One slashed at Strongarm, causing him to grunt in pain as it tore through the flesh of his right forearm. He kicked at it, and thanked the Gods that his stubby dwarven legs were still a match for the even stubbier goblins.
“Oh no,” Naralae said, shivering with fear. “It’s very real. We could die! Strongarm, we need to retreat!”
“No fucking way!” he growled, stepping back into his circle. He raised his shield and thudded it to the ground, sending a barrage of celestial lightning from it and directly frying three goblins. Still they came, and Naralae had to jump between trees, only narrowly missing some arrows fired her way. One scraped her hip, a small streak of blood flying through the air. She missed the branch, only for her tail to automatically flick out, grab it, then somersault her back into the tree. She was astonished at her own feat. She really was just like her character, in the same way that Strongarm was just like his.
“Taste the heat of the forge, ya villains!” he cried, swinging a now-flaming axe at them, lit by his cleric magic. “You’re as brittle as poorly-made iron. Now taste true steel!”
Strangely, he was getting the hang of this, especially the more he leaned into his character. Strongborn was a dwarven cleric, yes, but David had always played him like a sort of honorary barbarian in personality, someone who wouldn’t back down from a fight and loved to battle evil foes, vanquishing them in the name of all that was good and holy. The goblins were hurling themselves at him now, but he cast spell after spell, rebounding them with a wave of thunder and then turning the ground to ice to cause them to slip over. When they stepped into his circle, luck turned his way temporarily, allowing him to chop away at arms, legs, or entire torsos.
Unfortunately, the tide was turning against him as a second group emerged. They scrambled over the hill to Strongborn’s left, cackling with glee.
“Bring him down! Bring the fucker down!”
“Dibs on the head! I wanna make it a drinking skull!”
“Carve him up! He smells of gold!”
They were even climbing the trees to get to Naralae, peppering her with arrow shots to keep her off-balance. She loosed more arrows, taking down one after the next, but her footwork was causing her to stumble, and the attack wasn’t helping
“Think, Naralae,” she told herself. “Be like your character. Work with her. What would Naralae do in this situation? Not your old geeky self, but her!”
She would be confident. She would be quippy. She would be sultry and flirty and dominant, even from the shadows as she took their lives from above. With a single breath, she discarded her fears and allowed herself to revel in being her character. She jumped to the side, avoiding an arrow, and then grinned at the goblin that loosed the shot.
“Oh, honey, you gotta do a lot more than that to catch a playful gal like me,” she purred, before raising her crossbow and firing it, causing him to fall to his death. “And remember, you only get one shot, dear.”
More arrows came her way, and she averted these by literally leaping backwards in a reverse somersault. The next branch gave way, but she twirled into the air again, looping her legs around a branch and hanging upside down. This time, she was much lower, her breasts large and threatening to escape from her tight top, furry and beautiful to behold. Three goblins looked up at her in shock, having been preoccupied with Strongborn.
“Like the view, gentlemen?” she teased, before flinging out all three of her daggers and then dropping into the fray.
“That’s a welcome and attractive sight, me lass!” Strongborn yelled. “But I could use some help here! My powers are running damn dry!”
“What a shame, I rather like seeing you pinned down like that,” she teased, licking her lips, her tail curling suggestively. “It gives a catgirl all kinds of ideas.”
But she launched forward despite her flirtation, and smacked two of the goblins off of him, proceeding to rack them with her claws.
“Never get on the wrong side of a cat!” she proclaimed. “That man is mine! My sexy dwarf husband, even if that’s not what he ordinarily looks like, he’s still my sexy man, got it!?”
“They better get it!” Strongborn exclaimed. “Because my axe will teach them otherwise, ha!”
He was up again, and the tide had fully turned. The goblins’ morale was in the process of shattering, and some were even fleeing to the hills. Together, the married couple fully immersed themselves in their respective fighting styles, and harried the enemy. Those foolish enough to stay and fight were cut down by axe or pierced by arrows. When they tried to rush towards Naralae to catch the beautiful catfolk rogue offguard, she removed her shortsword and held her ground valiantly until Strongborn crashed down upon them. In the end, they were sent shrieking into the hills.
“Retreat! RETREAT!”
“Run! They’re fucking adventurers! RUN!”
“Don’t leave me!”
“You’re toast! Leave every man behind!”
Soon their clearing was empty of goblins, save the many they had slain upon this battlefield. The threat was ended, leaving the married pair to look upon one another and their own handiwork with utter astonishment.
“We did it,” Naralae said.
“We did it,” Strongborn repeated.
“Honey, we did it!”
“We did!” he said, stamping his short feet excitedly. “We actually did it!”
The pair ran to one another and embraced, and with their height different it meant that Strongborn’s face was pressed right into her furry breasts, a sensation he definitely wasn’t complaining about, especially since they were larger on Naralae than they had been on June pre-transformation. He gripped her, lifting her up in the air and spinning her with ease, his dwarven strength powerfully impressive. It even made Naralae giggle, her tail swaying in delight. She lifted her hands to the air as he spun her some more.
“Wheeeee!” she cried with glee.
Finally, he put her down. She lowered herself to kiss him passionately, and then they pressed their foreheads together, amazed at what they had achieved.
“You were incredible,” she said. “So manly and powerful, the way you took them on!”
“Me? Naralae, you were amazing! You were moving from tree to tree and peppering arrows just where they needed to go. How did you do that?”
She grinned sheepishly before shrugging her furry shoulders. “Instinct, I guess! I was never acrobatic before, but God, I am now. Watch!”
Naralae did a backflip on the spot, landing with the grace of a professional gymnast. Strongborn actually applauded, then proceeded to grab his axe and literally split a rock in two, before gesturing to his wife, who cheered in turn.
“Holy shit, I’m a fucking dwarf!” he yelled.
“And I’m a sexy cat lady,” Naralae replied, striking a pose that she could only pull off thanks to her newfound confidence.
The two broke into laughter. The worry was still there, the concern for how they’d get back, but for now they were alive and had something to celebrate. Well, at least until the smell it. The pair halted their laughter and took in their surroundings, which were now slick with the yellow-green blood of goblin raiders, not to mention many of their dismembered bodies. It stunk like high hell, and was not exactly a feature they had considered during their many adventurous tabletop sessions. Naralae screwed up her face at the smell, only to realise it was coming from a location closer to home as she looked down her furry chest.
“Gah!” she yelled. “It’s on my fur! Strongborn, it’s on my fur!”
“It’s okay, they’re all dead,” he said gruffly. “Besides, it’s not that bad.”
“But you don’t have my sense of smell! It reeks!”
“Oh, shit. Of course.” Strongborn looked around. “Come, we’ll head upwind of it, then get you bathed.”
At this, her hair rose all across her body, and her tail went straight.
“Did you say b-bathed?”
Strongborn chuckled at his wife. “I’ll say you’re definitely a cat now, alright!”
***
The married pair were happy to find that they had a camp waiting for them uphill, complete with tents, bedrolls, packs, and rations. It was just like the D&D experiences they had always craved, only real, and something about that was very special, particularly once Naralae had the gunk washed off of her fur. It had been a literally hair-raising experience that left her claws going in and out, but be he David or Strongborn, her husband was a caring and patient man, and he bore the accidental scratch marks well as he washed her, then brushed her fur in the aftermath, which soothed her to a soft purr.
“You are so amazing,” she said, her tail coiling around him before sliding down to caress his thigh. “I couldn’t imagine going through this with anyone else but you, sweetie.”
Her voice had a sexy, husky quality that was starting to do things for Strongborn. She had removed the short leather tank top that bound her large, furry breasts so he could massage all the kinks out of her system, but the pair was starting to feel a heat in the air.
“You’re just as wonderful, love,” he said in his new, rather gruff voice. “Don’t worry, we’ll get through this. We’ll beat the challenges and escape here. Hell, after this starter, maybe we can even have some fun with it, eh?”
At this, she giggled nervously. “I suppose so! I feel so alive, being Naralae. It’s so strange, being covered in fur, and having all this . . . energy. And I’ve got this tail!”
“Do you mind it?”
“I actually rather like it. It’s . . . fun, I guess. And I’m so acrobatic and flexible now, sweetie. Mhmmm. Did you see me hanging from that tree?”
“I can hardly get the image out of my mind, love.”
“Just like you taking on those goblins all by yourself. You’ve got some very sexy muscles now.”
“I’m not too short for you?”
She licked her lips and turned her head so she could look back to him while he massaged her. “You’re more than man enough for a cat like me,” she teased. “What about me? Does the fur . . . bother you?”
“Honey, don’t think wrong of me for saying this, but the fur is kinda doing things for me, right now.”
“It is?”
“Oh, yeah,”
She purred louder at that. “Lower your hands.”
“Down here? Below your shoulders?”
“I was thinking here, where I’ve grown a little bit.”
She took his hands and pulled him forward, wrapping them around her ample bustline. His fingers sank into the soft flesh of her full, furry bosom, and she moaned with pleasure at the sensitivity of her breasts, and how wonderful it felt to have such masculine hands upon them.
“Woah,” Strongborn said. He began to fondle her breasts, cupping them and squeezing them together, then running his coarse fingers over her large, soft nipples. “These are . . . bigger.”
“Mhmmm,” she moaned. “Ahhh. Are you c-complaining?”
“Not at all, sweetie. Ohhhh, you’re making this new dwarf a bit - ahh - excited.”
Suddenly, she flipped around, right over his head, landing behind him with her claws extended over his armour, playing at the straps. Her breath was hot in his ear, her tail snaking across his neck sensually.
“Then if we have to go on an epic quest with our characters, why don’t we have a bit more fun? You know, to prepare for that mystical curse in the dark forest coming up next.”
Strongborn chuckled. “Sweetie, I definitely chose the right woman - or catfolk - to be my gorgeous wife! Come here, you!”
She jumped back, evading his grip. “Only if you can catch me!” she cried, playfully evading him even as he removed his armour, revealing his incredibly broad, muscled form beneath. But on the fourth go when he leapt, she allowed herself to be caught, his strong body pinning her down. Her breasts rubbed against his glorious pecs, but he lowered himself to press his throbbing manhood against the fabric of her skirt, leaving his face right in her tits.
“Go ahead,” she teased. “Make me meow, big guy.”
“I’m not that big anymore, not that I’m complaining with such a view!”
Naralae giggled, helping him remove his breeches and lift her skirt up. She gasped as he entered her, curling her toes as his length went in and in and further in.
“Ohhhh, but you’re b-big where it counts, my love! Aahhhh!!”
To Be Continued . . .
