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LARP Couples, Part 3 (Young Men to Fantasy Couples TFTG)
🕑 Added 2024-08-08 01:46:06 +0000 UTCBy FoxFaceStories
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Harry and Lucas are nerdy friends on their way to a fantasy LARP when suddenly they are bullied by Kade and Rowan, their two regular tormentors. But when a witch overhears this bullying, she decides to take matters into her own hands and give the nerds everything they wanted. Soon the four are transported into a fantasy land that runs on LARP rules, where the nerds are the macho heroes and the bullies are now their submissive fantasy girlfriends!
Part 3: New Character Sheets
The four of them were suddenly elsewhere, in the middle of the hustle and bustle of the Medieval LARP Festival. For a moment it was almost like the changes that had happened to them were a dream, until each realised that they were indeed still in their massively altered bodies; particularly the new women. But their bodies weren’t the only things that had changed either: Harry and Lucas in particular looked around themselves, the knight and orc astonished at how the festival had unnaturally expanded in size, scale, and verisimilitude. Instead of a number of cheap, decorated stalls, there now appeared to be full medieval buildings in the wide field, including a tavern calling itself the Blue Barrel on its hanging wooden sign. There were wagons going back and forth, drawn by horses, as well as defence towers, a tanning shop, a place to buy scrolls, a full on apothecary, a dragon’s skeletons that had been converted into a central tent, and many other fantastical locations that were well outside the budget of what this fair could ever hope to put on.
“Um, are we sure we’re back in Kansas?” Harry asked the group, looking around. He’d expected to gain a lot more attention from the crowd, but as his eyes left the buildings, he noticed also that the people themselves looked a lot more changed as well.
“This is starting to freak me out,” Lucas said. “Is that a succubus there?”
A pink-skinned woman with horns and a spaded tail rolled her eyes as she passed him. “Hey, orc! Eyes are up here, thanks!”
He didn’t consider it entirely his fault for peeking; she did have the kind of generously revealing leather body armour that would have been right at home on the cards of his magic trading game. But then she was just one of many denizens whose costumes seemed to go beyond the ordinary and into the genuinely fantastical.
“This is so fucked up,” Kade whined, her voice regal and soft. “Is that a freaking horse person?”
“A centaur of the forest,” Rowan corrected in her sylvan voice. “Wait, how do I know that?”
It was indeed. He was mostly naked and moved among the crowd, chatting with two friends who consisted of a cute little gnomish woman and what looked to be a burly orc woman. She actually waved a shy hello to Lucas, and the muscly orc was struck, not knowing what to do: since when did women do that to him?
It was Rowan that slapped him on the side - not punched like she would have once done, but slapped - and grabbed his attention.
“Hey, big orc dude! Stop looking at green ladies and, like, focus here, okay? I’ve turned into an elf girl and you need to turn me back, pronto!”
Lucas grunted in annoyance, looking at Harry. “Do you know what’s going on here? Why do people see us as normal?”
Harry looked at the crowd. There were humans and other races, including some dragon-kin from what he could see. They were acting like townspeople, but among them were others who appeared more like them: adventurers with weapons and materials. Listening to a nearby conversation between two elves, he could make out some of the situation.
“The treasure will be mine! Once we defeat the dragon, we’ll be not only rich, but famous!”
“Ours, brother. Our treasure. The lady of the tavern is the quest giver, so I hear, so let’s not tarry. We’ll see her straight away.”
They moved, and it made Harry realise what was going on. The tall knight - he was still getting used to being so tall and strong, and weirdly confident as well - turned back to the group.
“Um, so I think the witch wasn’t lying when she said she’s spice up the LARP.”
“What in the nine hells even is a LARP?” Kade demanded.
“Well, it’s a, think of it as acting like a certain character where you-”
But at the mere mention of the word ‘character’ something very strange happened to the already confused quartet of nudes and bullies. In front of their eyes a large set of scrolls, hovering in the air, appeared from nothing and unrolled before them. Each had their name listed, as well as a variety of features, statistics, numbers, descriptions, abilities, and lists of equipment.
“What the -!?” Kade said, blinking at hers. She had been trying to ignore her bountiful bosom, but she shot back a step in surprise at the appearance of this floating scroll and it caused her chest to bounce quite noticeably (in fact, Harry noticed quite a lot, though she had yet to notice him noticing). “What is this? Why is it following me?”
She stepped back again but it remained in her field of vision. The same was true of Rowan, who appeared even more alarmed. When the elf jumped back it was a much further distance into the middle of the road, a borderline impossible feat for any human, but one that looked elegant and natural for an elf like her. Still the scroll followed, and she ran back to the group on her light feet, annoyed at how her hips moved from side to side so noticeably.
“Ahgh! Keep it away! You nerds have to stop this already! Change us back!”
“Ugh, you’re like a broken record,” Lucas said in his booming voice. “Don’t you recognise a character sheet?”
“A what?”
“A character sheet is what your character has in a tabletop RPG,” Harry said. “A role playing game. You wouldn’t have them in an actual LARP, but I guess the witch has given us full characters. This sheet outlines our talents, personalities, abilities, and connections to others. Also our equipment and stats. Look, it says I’ve got eighteen strength and twenty charisma.”
“Twenty strength and high wisdom!” Lucas declared, grinning through his tusks.
“Twenty dexterity?” Rowan asked. “Wait, is that like being agile and stuff? Ugh, how come I know these dumb words.”
“Cause you’re smarter now. Look, it says you’ve got sixteen intelligence. That’s quite good.”
Rowan blinked, touching her head briefly.
“And I’ve got eighteen intelligence, no wonder my vocabulary has become so ridiculous!” the battle princess added. “And high dexterity as well. Wait, this isn’t me! It doesn’t say ‘Kade’ at all. It’s given me some stupid woman’s name - Kaylin. Has this thing changed my name?”
“My name isn’t Rowan either!” the elf declared. “It’s Raven. That’s . . . sort of a pretty name. I mean, stop it! Ugh, something’s happening to my b-brain!”
Indeed it was, and to all four of them, though far more to the women of the group. Lucas couldn’t help but notice that his character sheet, among the skills and talents the barbarian now possessed, also noted ‘high attraction to elves, advantage on interaction with female elves’ on it. He had already found Rowan/Raven attractive, but now staring at her copper-skin and gorgeous skin-tight outfit, her wild flame hair . . . it took his breath away.
But the character sheets weren’t done with them. In fact, as they looked over said sheets, each member could hear a scribbling sound as yet more information was added. Raven gasped in horror as her character sheet now stated ‘has a kink for rough barbarian orcs’, while Lucas’ own now also said ‘desires the honour of battle, wants many strapping children.’ Harry’s scroll gained ‘honourable and gentlemanly to all women,’ whereas Kade/Kaylin’s now said ‘Hopelessly in love with Sir Harry, happy to order him around for pleasure.’ She squeaked at this, looking over at the stalwart night and feeling a warmth and attraction that disgusted her as much as it reluctantly excited her. He in turn caught her gaze even as another scribble was added to his sheet: ‘In love with Princess Kaylin, willing to follow her royal orders in service to good.’
Other small aspects changed. Lucas’ name also shifted to become more orc-like: he was now Lukarg, and the name felt appropriate to his new form. Harry’s voice became more sophisticated and knightly, while Raven gained a sort of affinity for the forest; even looking at it on the edge of the medieval village gave her a longing, and she could somehow detect the creatures far away within it, including their dispositions.
“This is crazy,” Harry said. “It’s a full on LARP. And our characters are, uh, a pair of battle couples, I guess?”
“Seems like,” Lucas/Lukarg replied. “Um, it says here I have advantage on matters with female elves, and Raven’s-”
“Rowan’s!” the elf insisted, though the name sounded a little wrong now.
“Um, Rowan’s character sheet says she’s attracted to big barbarian orcs like me.”
“I freakin’ am not! It’s just this stupid magic making me l-look at you!”
“Same for me with Sir Harry! I mean, the Twig!” Kaylin said, though just calling the stalwart knight a ‘twig’ felt all kinds of wrong. He was far too handsome, far too strong and impressive. Just being near him suddenly felt a lot safer, well, safer that was until she realised it was the magic affecting her and she stomped backwards, causing her cleavage to wobble in her tight pastel pink battle top.
“Gross! I demand you stop looking at me like I’m a piece of meat at once!”
Harry was about to argue that it was her fault they were in this situation, until he realised he’d been given an order. Automatically, he turned on the spot, following the directions of his character sheet.
“Of course, my Princess,” he said without meaning to. “I apologise for my ungentlemanly behaviour. Your beauty should not be stared at so brutishly.”
Her mouth hung open, shocked by the power of her orders as well as the strange lingering guilt for making him not appreciate her. She swallowed.
“We have to fight this.”
“Yeah, we have to fight it,” Lukarg mumbled, though he was looking at Raven like she was a piece of meat, and she in turn was experiencing a strange warmth in her chest and between her copper-coloured thighs as she felt the large looming orc stare at her.
“Wh-what are you looking at?” she asked, her wonderfully musical voice catching for a moment, her flame-red hair shifting on its own.
“You were looking at me first, Raven,” he said.
She knew it was the wrong name, but this time she didn’t correct him. She was still too busy staring at his large green muscles. For a fraction of a second she lifted a hand, almost about to reach out and touch them . . .
“Hey! Everyone focus! Princess talking here!”
Kaylin had stood on a crate for emphasis - it certainly emphasised her lovely legs, Harry thought. She had her impressive chest thrust out, and several others were noticing until she shooed them off.
“I have no desire to be stuck falling in love with a damn dweeb!” she declared - her cheeks blushed just a little as she cast her eyes in Sir Harry’s direction. “So we need to sort out what’s happening! I am ordering us all to get to that tavern and figure out what we need to do. Or else when this is over and I will totally beat you up, do you hear me?”
“Beat me up, huh?” Harry said, folding his arms in amusement. “Do you want to try now, princess?”
But no, that was all wrong too. His behaviour should be gentlemanly. The scrolls had furled back up and disappeared the moment their attention was off them, but Harry still felt that compulsion to follow his character. He could resist it, but it was difficult and taxing. So before the red-cheeked princess could blow up, he put up his hands in a placating manner.
“I apologise for my manner, Princess Kaylin. I would never wish to fight someone of your royal lineage, intelligence, kindness, and - and beauty.”
He’d nearly avoided saying the last bit, but the truth was he wanted to say it. Kaylin managed to turn, somehow, even more red. She gulped, feeling that same warm attraction as Raven currently was. The orc and elf were busy trying not to look at each other, but thanks to their character sheets both of them were stealing glances, much to the elf’s embarrassment in particular.
“Let’s just get to the tavern,” Kaylin finally said. “Rise knight, and lead the way.”
Harry did so, moving towards the Blue Barrel with the hope that this strange situation could be resolved, and soon. He didn’t realise that Kaylin was following quite closely behind him, her gaze falling upon his strong shoulders. Raven and Lukarg walked beside one another as they moved, both silent, both quietly attracted to the other.
***
“Look who’s finally come to join the adventure!”
“Oh, this explains everything,” the princess sighed as they stepped into the tavern. It was full of life and good smelling food and drink, but the thing that captured their attention the most was the witch Saoirse behind the counter, her outfit modified a little to make her look like a kind of magical barkeep or tavern woman. She beamed at their entrance, taking in their forms.
“I don’t think I’ve done better work!” she announced proudly. “Especially on our new girls. Enjoying your sexy fantasy dates, boys?”
An urge came over Harry. He stepped forward, feeling a strange anger. “I appreciate much of what you have done, Saoirse, but I ask you keep a civil tongue about the Princess.”
Kaylin had to suppress a wide smile of thankfulness for his words. The witch just cackled.
“Well, it looks like the character scrolls are working! All the better to participate in the LARP, right? Don’t worry, I won’t make fun of your princess too much, Sir Harry. I made her for you, after all, though I’m sure she’s not too happy about it. Don’t worry, she’ll get happier about it.”
“I will not!” she declared. “I’ve got - I’ve got tits! Big ones! You stole my - my manhood!”
“Harry is your manhood now, princess,” Saoirse said casually. “And trust me, he’s packing.”
The princess stammered, not knowing what to say. She was imagining it now, Harry naked, and it was . . . not an unwelcome image either. In fact, Raven was doing the same with her new orc kink just by association, her eyes wandering down to Lukarg’s fur covering around his waist. The orc smirked, confidence swelling in him as it never had before. He simply gave an authoritative nod to confirm that yes, he was packing too, and more so. He was an orc barbarian, after all. Raven immediately began playing with her hair as a distraction, which only made her more cute in his eyes.
The witch grinned at these awkward interactions. “Well, it seems my work has been very successful! You’re well on your way to acting fully in character and having a wonderful set of new adventures together.”
“But you’re compelling us!” Harry said, gesturing to the group. “I thought you were just, um, going to make them our attractive and beautiful dates for the day. Not that we asked for that, but, er . . .”
But he wasn’t unhappy with seeing Kaylin’s gorgeous feminine abs on display, was what he truly meant.
Saorise nodded. She took a beer from the counter and handed it to a patron, clearly anticipating his desire. “True, true! But I am a witch, so I like to have a bit of fun with it. Besides, we witches can also anticipate things, and see into the true character of people and the paths they can take. Let’s just say I’ve got a doozy lined up for you guys - and girls - if you’re willing to take it. By now you’re already feeling the compulsions to act in character, and it’s a LARP festival - a juiced up one, thanks to my magic! - so why not embrace it? I’m sure you’ll have a lot of fun.”
“Do we turn back at the end?” Raven asked. “Please tell me we change back at the end. I know that I’m smarter now, and that’s actually rather nice, but this isn’t me! I’m not meant to be an elf who is constantly thinking about how hot and muscly this ridiculous orc is! He’s meant to be a pudgy nobody I beat up and now my brain is all . . . mhmmmm!”
She shivered, biting her lip in a cute manner. Just to make her more of a puddle, Lukarg had a bit of fun flexing his strong green arm, letting his powerful bicep show. It forced the elf to take a deep breath, her own impressive breasts rising and falling quite pleasantly.
Saoirse chuckled again. “See, follow Lukarg’s example and you’ll be alright! I’ll put it this way then: this entire ramped up medieval LARP town and all its changed denizens don’t realise how much they’ve been changed. They’ll play along with this adventure - only you four know what’s happened. They and this festival will all change back by the end of the LARP, but you four have to win to earn that privilege. You have to find the treasure and defeat the dragon at the end! Very exciting!”
“And if we don’t?” said Harry, who saw Kaylin’s concern and wanted to advocate for the person he was already thinking of as ‘his’ princess.
Soairse waggled her eyebrows. “Well, then you get to enjoy your new forms and relations a while longer. Trust me, you boys still win out, as you deserve to. And maybe these two as well, if they accept how wonderful it is to be a woman with a strong man. But even if you do win, you can choose not to change back.”
“Please, as if I would ever do that!” Kaylin said, her haughtiness now utterly natural to her voice. He patted the dagger on her side, indicated the bow and arrow on her back. “I’m still Kade in here! I can still beat all three of you. I’m a champion athlete, damn it all!”
“Well, try to rely on your dexterity more often,” Saorise said, “that’s your stronger stat now, honey. And besides, you might want to remember you have magic too.”
“M-magic?”
“And Raven even more so. You can heal, and she can enchant her arrows. Keep that in mind for the challenges to come. You might even realise how fun a LARP can be, and why so many girls find strong knights attractive, hmm?”
“As if!” she said, pointedly not looking at Sir Harry in a manner that was obvious.
“Yeah, I highly doubt that,” Raven said, before sighing. “I already miss having a dumb brain. I’m not meant to say shit like ‘I highly doubt that.’”
“I think it’s cute,” Lukarg said, which set her all aflutter.
“Well, as I said, off to a fine start,” Saoirse pitched in, “but you’re already behind other adventuring groups with all these meaningful glances and accidental flirting. So as the official quest giver of this magical LARP, let me tell you how this will go: you must go deep into the forest and find the red dragon Krall’s lair, do battle with it, and gain his treasure. On the way you will find challenges and difficulties, but in overcoming them your party will be strengthened in their . . . bonds.”
At this, she smirked a little bit meaningfully at Kaylin and Harry, who had been glancing at each other’s overdeveloped features once more. They looked away, brushing their own arms awkwardly.
“The first clue I can give you is that you must head north to the Evermarshes. There the goblin hordes will try to stop you from entering their territory, but worry not, for your battleskills will be able to overcome them. Their battleforts will hold clues over where to go next. That’s it! It’s not super complicated, just a classic LARP albeit with actual stakes now. Have fun!”
“Wait, that’s it?” Kaylin said. “We just have to fight through stuff? I can do that!”
“Just like the old Kade,” Saoirse said, “albeit far, far prettier, I dare say.”
Kaylin frowned, but said nothing.
“We should go then,” Raven said. “I don’t want to be stuck as a stupid weak elf girl. I should have Lukarg’s sexy muscles - I mean muscles! - not him! It’s not fair!”
“Sexy huh?” he said, walking for the door.
“Shut up, you bag of former pudge.”
“Talk like that and I might sabotage the group,” he said with a tusk-filled smirk. “Maybe we can all stay as we are, and you and I can make some half-orc, half-elf babies?”
Raven swallowed, just imagining it. She didn’t want to admit it, but the thought turned her the hell on. Instead she moved past him and out of the tavern.
“Hurry up, please! Princess Kaylin - Kade - order them to go!”
“I will! I order you to move, Sir Harry, and get us changed back!”
“As you command, my lovely princess.”
And so it was that they set out, moving from the medieval village with haste, heading north to the Evermarshes that apparently existed there now. The elf and princess moved with their swaying hips and bobbing breasts, the men with their broad shoulders and swinging arms, and each tried to fight their increasingly comfortable compulsions.
It was going to be a long and difficult day.
And perhaps a pleasant one, if they didn’t control themselves.
To Be Continued . . .
