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The Disguise [TG]
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The Disguise
by Dafydd Cyhoeddwr
I lit a second candle from the stub of the first, checked to be sure
that
I had the three more that I thought I had, and returned to my thinking.
The
silence here, deep beneath Raniath Citadel in a cave that was ancient when
the
centuries old Citadel was built, was good for thinking but my problem
really
had no solution so I normally came away from these sessions little
happier.
My problem stemmed from two sources - well, really only one: the war.
Five years ago the Citadel had been the frontier outpost and buffer
between
our Kingdom, Kandre'ar, and Testhree. A small border raid had managed to
get
escalated into full-blown war which we were now winning. The border
between
the kingdoms had been pushed almost 20 miles back into Testhran teritory
so
there wasn't much fighting around the Citadel any more, but there had been
enough in the recent past to create in me a yearning to be a warrior. And
the
Citadel was still a staging point in the war, so there was plenty of
opportunity to revel in glorious war stories. Unfortunately, I was just a
stable hand with no propects for training into the army. It was agony at
times to be so close to glory with no way to touch it.
My second source of trouble was more directly attributable to the
war.
Two years past the King had called up levies from vassal kingdoms. One
day in
early spring a full company of Mekorst warriors marched into the Citadel.
Mekorst is a matriarchy and all but one squad of the company (the
long-range
artillery squad) were women.
I had been in the courtyard of the palace when the Queen of Mekorst
had
come with her captains to be received by the Duke. One of the captains
caught
my eye - she was the most beautiful woman I had ever seen.
As was proper, my chosen captain - named Kithry - had no idea I
existed.
And there was no way for me to meet her. Even worse, it was unlikely that
even if I managed to get into her company she would have no interest in
me:
once the Mekorstan were in the Citadel, the rumors about them were quickly
proven - most Mekorstan females preferred the company of other females to
that
of males. I didn't know whether Kithry was a man-hater or not, but I
didn't
want to take the chance (the stories of what they did to unwanted suitors
were
at times gruesome).
Thus I was saddled with two unreachable desires, two unquenchable
thirsts: one for the glory of battle, and one for Kithry. I often
retreated
into the caverns and caves beneath the Citadel to try to think out my
problems. It probably would have served me better to talk to someone, but
I
had no friends that i could speak so freely with so I had only myself with
whom to counsel.
Finally, I decided to stop moping in this cave and explore a bit. I
probably knew more about the layout of the caves and tunnels under the
Citadel
than anyone: when I would get tired of thinking, as now I would explore.
Two and a half candles later I had reached the limit of my
exploration
time. It was tough sometimes to know when to turn back - the tunnels were
so
intricate and far-ranging that I seldom ran out of places to go or
turnings to
explore. But, I kept track of how long it would take to retrace my steps
out,
and how many inches of candle it would take to light that, and I had
diciplined myself not to go beyond what my candle supply would last to get
me
back.
I was in a fashioned corridor, built ages and ages ago. To my left
was a
set of doors and there wasn't anything else in sight. I decided, just
this
once, to push my time a bit and I went over to the doors, vowing myself to
take only one look beyond them before hurrying back to the normal levels
of
the Citadel.
The doors were covered with a highly decorated laticework of iron. I
could see that the actual wood of each door was almost totally rotted
away,
with large pieces held in place by the iron latice. I reached out,
grapsed
the door handle, and pushed the door open easily, dislodging some of the
wood
as it swung inward.
Dazzling light greeted my eye and I stepped into grandeur. The hall
beyond the door was huge, baster by far than any room within the Citadel
including the Kingdom-famous Hall of Display. The walls were intricately
carved and decorated with inlaid gems and tiles, and the roof was
fashioned in
places like the sky, variously in day and night modes, and other places
into
fantastic scenes. At one end of the hall was an arched doorway framed by
two
hute lifelike stone trees - an arch that seemed tall enough for a sailing
ship
to pass through and wide ehough to march a five-company wide phalanx
through.
I was so absorbed by the architectural and decorative splendor of the
room that it took a while for me to wonder just how I was able to see so
vast
a place by the light of a single candle lantern. I shifted my attention
away
from the walls and floor and finally noticed the most splendid feature of
the
room - the floor of it was covered by a mound of treasure that heaped
higher
than my head at its center. And lying on that bed of wealth was a dragon.
A moment's panic gave way to the realization that the dragon was
dead.
Long dead and rather mummified. It had died in its sleep (presumably)
upon
its mattress of treasure, leaving the short memory of man alone to protect
its
hoard. Lying there for centuries or more, successfully defending its
treasure
from time until I arrived.
Lost in wonder, I began to wander around the hall trying to encompass
the
vastness of the wealth there. I was in a daze, overawed by it all, and I
almost dropped by lantern when I heard a voice cry, "Hey you! Over here!"
When the voice called again, I nervously followed the sound to an
open
chest full of silver cups, bracers, crowns - all manner of jewelry, and a
sword.
"Yo, kid. Get me outta here!" As the voice - a woman's voice, it
seemed
- rang out, the jewels on the hilt of the sword flashed in time. Curious,
mindful of bards' tales about enchanted blades, I reached out and clasped
the
hilt, pulling both sword and scabbard out of the chest with a slight
rattling
of settling jewelry. As I lifted the sword fully into the light, I felt a
hot
flash race through my body. In its wake I knew the name of the sword -
Leavonn.
The sword said, "So, Thersh, tough problems there. But I think I can
help. Once you wield me, you will have all the skill you need to become a
great hero. It shouldn't be hard to convince your commanders to let an
experienced fighter join the army.
"But there's also your second problem. As luck would have it, I
think
there is that in this trove that will be of assistance. Come, follow my
directions."
My feet began moving, and I was too astonished by the manner of
Leavonn
to resist. I was walked over to another chest, this one closed. My body
bent
down and opened the chest (I hoped it wasn't trapped), and I found a suit
of
armor within and from the look of the breast-plate, it had been made for a
woman.
Puzzled, I asked, "So how is this going to help me with Kithry?"
"Simple," answered Leavonn. "Disguise. This armor has the magical
ability to make the wearer look like a female. More than just the body -
the
face and hair, arms, legs, everything! It'll be perfect - just fit
yourself
into Kithry's company and go from there."
"But I won't be wearing the armor at all times. How will I hide my
identity while bathing, or asleep, or...?"
"Be creative, kid. It's a shot, take it or leave it."
I thought about it. I thought that perhaps just having Leavonn would
be
enough - I'd get to see battle. On the other hand, the chance to get
close to
Kithry...that was worth anything!
I took the armor out of the chest and laid it out. I didn't think it
would fit me, but Leavonn assured me that its magic would insure a perfect
fit. So I removed my outer clothes and donned the armor, piece by piece.
Leavonn had to instruct me on how to affix a few of the parts, but
eventually
I was encased from neck to foot in metal. Leavonn led me over to a mirror
(set in the most exquisitely carved wooden frame) and I saw the magic of
the
armor in action.
The mirror showed an amazon standing before it easily the equal of
any of
the Mekorst. Long brown hair, thin face, large nose, violet eyes, white
teeth
under red lips. I was beautiful. I even looked taller and stronger, but
still very female. My manhood stirred beneath its loinguard as I looked
at my
new self.
Eventually, Leavonn drew my attention away from myself and said,
"Come
on, kid. Let's get back above ground and see about fulfilling your
fantasies."
- * -
I marched out of the city with the rest of Kithry's company a month
later. With Leavonn's help I had insinuated myself, as "Kanra", into the
ranks
of the Mekorst and of the soldiers who served under Kithry. I was
fortunate
that Mekorst warriors camped one to a tent so that there weren't too many
dangers of exposure. Leavonn's ability to scan thoughts helped me to
piece
together, bit by bit, a fake history for Kanra so that I soon fit in with
the
other Mekorst amazons without any hitches.
We found action as soon as we hit the front lines and, true to
Kithry's
nature, we were seldom far from battle that whole season. Leavonn hadn't
boasted about giving me battle skill, and I swiftly rose through the ranks
to
become one of Kithry's sub-commanders. I wasn't sure, but I thought that
Kithry showed a special interest in me. I didn't want to push it, though,
so
I just acted as normal as possible and waited for Kithry to make a move.
We returned to the Citadel at the end of the season having pushed a
portion of the border back several miles. Kithry's leadership earned the
whole company a commendation and five of us (myself included) received
special
medals for uncommon valor.
I took the first chance I got to return to the dragon's treasure
room. I
wanted to get something for Kithry, to maybe give her some hints about me
and
move things along a little. I paused before the mirror I had used before
and
removed my armor - something I hadn't done with the complete feeling of
safety
I had down here for almost three months. And, I got a shock when I did.
Because, without my armor my reflection still wasn't me. It was Kanra, to
a
point!
My hair was longer, straighter, and darker than it's former curly
blond.
My face had become somewhat longer and thinner and my eyes, while not
quite
Kanra's violet were neither their former brown. My lips were redder and
fuller, and they weren't the only things that had swelled - my chest now
bore
two lumps beneath my nipples, and my hips and ass had had become rather
more
fleshy than before. It seemed that the disguising armor was doing its job
only too well: I was becomming Kanra in physical fact!
My first instinct was to run, to leave the armor where it was and go
back
to being stable-hand Thersh (presuming that my body would, given time,
return
to its former self). I was ready to do just that when I felt the flash of
heat that signaled Leavonn's contact with me, whereupon I promptly forgot
all
thoughts of running as well as all thoughts on the changes in my body.
I put the armor back on and selected a lovely torc for Kithry. I
also
chose a few bits of jewelry for myself, including a faceted green gem set
in a
spare silver ear-stud. I knew someone who could pierce my ear and I knew
as
well that the stone would look good on me.
The off-season for a warrior is a time of boredom. The Citadel did
its
best to see to the needs of all the allies staying there but it couldn't
possibly be enough. The Mekorst had their own forms of amusement, some of
which I was uncomfortable with, but even so time dragged. While at the
beginning of our stay Kithry seemed to enjoy my company, by the middle of
winter everyone stayed to themselves as much as possible - tempers were
very
short from the tedium. I spent a lot of time beneath the Citadel
exploring,
bringing up a trinket for Kithry every so often. Weeks and months dragged
by
until finally it was time to return to war!
That summer, Kithry and I became even closer. I was promoted to her
second in command, and twice I led half of our company on very dangerous
and
successful raids on my own. When we returned to the Citadel - late due to
several heavy skirmishes - both Kithry and I were honored personally by
the
Queen.
After the award ceremony I went back to the dragon's hoard: I wanted
a
very special gift for Kithry. Again, I stripped out of my armor before
that
mirror and saw even more of Kanra than I had a year previous. In fact,
there
was very little left of Thersh there. Everything about myself - hair,
face,
arms, hands, waist, legs, hips, ass, breasts - all were very feminine,
very
much Kanra. All that remained of Thersh, of my former self, was my
manhood.
It was still there, long, thick and active, expecially at the sight of the
nude, slightly odd-looking woman in the mirror.
Leavonn whispered in my head, "Like it - the new you?"
"Do I have a choice?" I asked.
"No, but I'd like to know anyway."
I thought a moment and finally, after much soul-searching and
probing, I
said, "Well, yes...I guess I do like it. I do like the new me. Oh, but
will
Kithry?"
"Actually, I think she will. I've been doing a bit of snooping for
the
past year or so and I think I've got it all sussed. You've got nothing to
worry about. Here's all you have to do..."
- * -
I brought a chest out of the caves and returned to my room. Taking
just
a few coins from it, I went to the market section of the Citadel and
purchased
a small array of very feminine clothes and underthings. Back in my room,
I
dressed for the first time in such a way as to accentuate my femininity.
It
actually felt good to dress up like that - the clothes felt really good
and I
looked good in them. Taking up the chest, I set out for Kithry's rooms.
Setting the chest down, I knocked on her door then waited nervously.
I
was really committed now - the designs I had painted on my face and
forearms
(at Leavonn's instruction) spelled out my intentions exactly. If Kithry
really had no interest in me beyond trusted battle-friend - well, I would
soon
know. In one way I liked the rather forth-right methods of the Mekorst:
dating games were so childish!
The door opened and I saw Kithry as I seldom had - out of her armor.
She
was wearing a robe, well embroidered, belted at the waist in such a way as
to
accentuate her beautiful figure. She stood there for a minute, taking in
the
sight of me and my temporary tatoos. She seemed surprised, after an
agonizing
few moments, pleased. Smiling, she said, "Please be welcome, Kanra."
As she stepped aside, I picked up the chest and entered her rooms.
She
closed the door and led me to the sitting room, taking a chair for
herself. I
set the chest on a table and knelt beside it. I said, "Kithry, my aims
are
written plain upon my skin. Along with my desire, I bring thee this chest
and
one more thing: I am k'resk."
She looked at me a little startled when she heard the last word, but
her
smile widened almost immediately. She reached over and opened the chest
and
gasped - it was full of gold and silver coins, green gems, and on top a
clear,
faceted crystal the size of a skull that sent rainbows of light scattering
around the room in spectral splendor.
"Kanra, you continue to surprise me. First, your interest in me
(which I
suspected, a little), then your announcement of your being k'resk (which I
had
no inkling of whatsoever), and now this magnificent treasure worth more
for
its beauty and its giver than for its monetary value.
"Come, Kanra, let us go into the dining room and have a bit of food.
I
was just about to eat dinner when you knocked. And after - I have some
designs I'd like you to paint on me."
I was heartened by her words. They didn't mean instant realization
of my
hopes - there were a number of things she could wish for me to scribe on
her
skin, each meaning very different (though usually good) things.
After some pleasant conversation over dinner and drinks, I was led
into
Kithry's bedroom. On the dresser was laid out three colors of body paint,
and
the choice of colors there meant only one thing!
There was a bit of a ritual involved - fortunately Leavonn had
supplied
me with it in full. Trembling a bit with excitement, I took the blue
paint
jar over to where Kithry was sitting on the bed. I applied the proper
symbols
to each of her cheeks at her confirming nod, then went back to get the
green
paint. When I turned around, Kithry had removed her robe from her
shoulders,
baring her breasts. Shaking even more, I placed the proper symbols in
green
on each breast and retrieved the yellow paint.
I turned back to the bed very slowly this time, because what Kithry
did
next would reveal to me the exact possibilities for the evening:
specifically, carnal or not. When I saw that she was now standing beside
her
bed totally nude, robe at her feet, I felt my cock throb - she had chosen
carnality.
I returned to her and dabbed yellow paing on each of the blue and
green
symbols already on her body. I paused for a moment to take in the beauty
of
her breasts - soft-skinned but firm and not overly full. Then I added a
yellow symbol to each breast and moved lower. A single symbol on her
concave
stomach, and then one to each side of her pubic region. I was on my knees
before her now. I had entered with my intentions spelled out and I had
revealed my secret to her. And Kithry had allowed me to paint her own
acceptance of me and willingness to try a relationship on her. I set
aside
the paint-pot, extended my tongue as I leaned into her pubic bush.
Once contact was made, Kithry sighed and sat down, drawing away from
me.
I looked into her face, worried for a moment, but when I saw the desire
there
I was reassured. She settled onto the bed, leaned back, and braced
herself on
arms, legs spread. She said, "Come, Kanra-lher - come discover me."
I thrilled at the modification she had made to my name - 'lher' was a
very special endearment, and I hoped I could truly earn such a name. I
knee-
walked over to her and dove between her legs.
I learned later that much more that I thought of my performance that
night had been implanted in my mind by Leavonn. I had never been a 'stud'
before my masquerade began, although I wasn't a virgin. Seill, the skill
with
which I licked and lapped at Kithry's cunt, driving her wild with
pleasure,
seemed natural to me even though I had only ever done it once before and
then
not very well. Of course, I wasn't thinking this at the time - there were
better things to focus my attention upon.
I did my best to put Kithry into a land of ecstay with my tongue and
fingers. It seemed very soon that I was successful. After about half an
hour
of activity, Kithry's arms gave out and she collapsed flat onto the bed.
After half an hour more full of moans and writhings (from both of us,
actually), she actually fainted from pleasure.
I got off of my knees and stretched a bit, licking my face and
savoring
Kithry's juices. Just as I was beginning to wonder what to do next,
Kithry
revived herself. "Oh, Kanra-lherm! That was so fantastic! But come, let
me
see your body now. I have a particular fondness for k'reska, you know."
As Kithry made herself comfortable again on the bed, I began to
disrobe.
I was nervous, and went slowly, but as Kithry began to pant and finger
herself
as I bared more and more of my body I grew more self-assured. Soon all I
wore
were six yards of satin cloth wound around my loins.
Kithry said, "You are beautiful, Kanra. Very, very beautiful. Now,
let
me see your cock, Kanra-lhera. Unwrap your loincloth and let me worship
it."
As slowly as I could I unwrapped my loincloth. I grinned as Kithry
fidgeted at my slow pace, but I didn't speed up. When it was finally
undone,
I held the cloth before my loins, further teasing Kithry. She finally
growled
good-naturedly and lunged at me, pulling the cloth away and revealing my
rampant erection.
Kithry 'ooh'ed when she saw my manhood - I was glad she was
impressed. As
my body had become more feminine, the distribution of my pubic hair had
also
changed. Before, most of my groin was furred - now, there was only a
small
patch of fine hair just above my cock, leaving much smooth and pink skin
and a
hairless scrotum.
Kithry was more than impressed - she was enchanted. She tossed my
loincloth away with one hand and grasped my cock with the other. Her hand
felt warm and exciting just resting there slightly below the head. "Oh
Kanra-
lherm, you are the most beautiful k'resk I have ever seen. Come here, my
love, and let me feast upon your cock."
She pulled me back to the bed and had me sit astride her neck and
chest
while she inhaled my cock. It was clear that she knew how to suck - while
I
was sure that any mouth would have made me feel good, hers made me feel
molten
inside and only application of more of her skill kept me from cumming
almost
as soon as her lips had closed around my stem.
She sucked on my cock for over 20 minutes beyond which she just
couldn't
keep me from exploding. She swallowed every drop of my spend, then we
rested
side by side for a few minutes to regain our composures.
Recovered, she said, "Now let's double-suck until you're ready again,
and
then you can fuck me." I gladly reversed my position on the bed so that
my
head was at her groin and mine at her head. We proceeded to oralize each
other, destroying that composure we had so recently reclaimed. Kithry got
more out of our fun since she came off three times before I returned to
full
hardness.
Then, as I was 'ready again', we shifted around until my cock was
where
she wanted it and I tenderly slipped it within her. Again, I was no
expert on
the subject of cunts, but I had been within them before and Kithry's was
the
best I had ever felt! It was warm and wet, and very well educated - I
could
feel it milking my cock even when we were both motionless. The edge had
been
taken off of my arousal so that I was able to fuch Kithry for an endless
time
before finally discharging within her. Kithry was near passed out again
from
the pleasure she was receiving and when my orgasm was finished I collapsed
beside her and we slept the rest of the night in each others' arms.
And that was the beginning of my life with Kithry. We were
hand-fasted
in a very circumspect, Mekorst-only ceremony, announcing to all 'our'
fellow
countryfold that we would wed upon our return to Mekorst. I moved into
Kithry's rooms and we got to know each other very well. I showed her the
hoard and we planned ways to get as much as possible back home without
alerting anyone else to the presence of the treasure room. We even
entertained a bit: I learned to like k'resk as much as Kithry did, as well
as
the very occaisonal male.
When the war ended six years later, Kithry and I returned home where
we
began raising a family. She bore our children, but we both nursed them.
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