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Taegen hummed softly to himself as he made his way through the tall trees that dominated the sacred forest, sunlight streaming in through the canopy down to the floor below. The elf had been walking for hours, leaving the village on the first warm, sunny day since the snows ended in order to collect newly-sprouted flora for his collection. Despite it being weeks after the melt there was still a dampness to the ground, but it was nothing that he couldn't handle. As an herbalist it was his duty to make sure that his apothecary stayed well-stocked, even if that meant going out into the sacred woods in the turbulent spring weather.

With the sky beginning to darken Taegen moved to a rocky outcropping to try and get above the canopy in order to see where the sun was in the sky. He thought he had gauged his time to allow for a trip to the small lake where he could harvest lily root, but the way the spots of light darkened on the forest floor it looked more like it was about to be dusk. "I can't believe that I spent the whole day out here and hardly gathered anything," he said as he climbed up the heavy shale stones. "At least tomorrow my preparations aren't going to be that extensive, maybe I can finally find time to... go... oh no..."

The elf's mouth opened slightly in shock when he saw what had been causing the preemptive darkness to fall on the forest as a massive, black storm cloud swept its way towards him. It looked terrible, and as he stood there on the edge of the stone he could already start to hear the thunder as it came straight in his direction. Taegen quickly began to climb down but already he could feel the wind starting to pick up around his body and rustle the branches above him. Even the pressure in the air had shifted to the point where his pointed ears popped as he ran between the trees as fast as possible to try and get back to the village and hunker down for the storm.

But as a particularly strong wind nearly blew him backwards and caused him to stumble he knew that he would never make the village in time, and the last thing he wanted was to be in the sacred forest in the middle of a torrential thunderstorm. Thankfully he always had a backup plan and knew of caves that were in the area, though he and the rest of the village tend to avoid them. Most said it was due to the iconography on the stone walls, but the real reason was that they were just creepy and no one wanted to be anywhere around them. But as the sound of thunder cracked loudly almost directly above his head and the heavens opened, he knew some weird pictures and bad vibes weren't going to stop him from seeking shelter to survive...

Half an hour later Taegen slowly walked into the entrance of the cave, wet hair in his eyes and his clothing dripping water all over the stone floor. The rain had started to come down in sheets and it grew so dark that it caused the elf to get turned around completely several times as he navigated by touch and the occasional flash of lightning. At that point it was a miracle he had made it to any cave at all as he sat down on a rocky shelf that jutted from the side of the wall. As he looked out of the entrance he saw the storm continue to rage outside.

"No getting a fire going here..." Taegen mused bitterly as he tried desperately to find some way to shield himself from the cold wind that continued to gust its way into the cave. "Might not be a bad time for some exploration, at least to get out of this insane wind." Though the cave further in was darker than the skies outside he decided stumbling around in the dark was better than watching himself freeze to death. After taking a deep breath he steadied himself and very slowly moved forward into the depths of the cave.

It was extremely slow going for the elf as he used flashes of lightning to try and help guide him down deeper down. "Probably the first time ever I wish I was a drow," he said to himself as he picked his way down, though as one particularly bright bolt of lightning lit up the cave followed by a stone-rattling clap of thunder he saw something that caused his spirits to rise. "A torch down here? Not that I'm going to argue..."

Taegen was thankful he had the foresight to keep his flint and steel in a waterproof bag as he brought a flurry of sparks into the middle of the torch, which eagerly latched upon the fuel and sprouted a tongue of fire. Once the elf had nurtured the flame into something manageable he was glad for the warmth and the light to allow him to explore deeper into the cave itself. Soon the wind could no longer touch him, and with the burning fire he actually started to feel warmer, though he knew that the torch would only burn so long it was a possible indicator that there might be something else deeper down.

With his newfound flame the elf quickly continued to explore until he found that something else, his eyebrows rose up slightly as he entered into the small cavern and looked around him. The walls were covered in intricate artwork that looked like it had been painstakingly detailed into the stone. What really caught Taegen's eyes, though, was the small fire pit that had been built in the center of the cavern with a large ring of cut rocks around it. His excitement soon turned to joy as he investigated more of the area and found what he had hoped to find; it was a stack of cut and seasoned firewood, enough for him to last weeks if need be. As he moved several of the logs from storage area to the fire pit he realized that the wood he was handing was potentially centuries old given the texture and weight of it.

Of course that mattered little to the rain-soaked male as he quickly got a roaring fire going. Once the cavern had gotten heated to a desired temperature he stripped out of his soaked clothes, putting them close to the fire to help them dry faster before he sat back down on the bench completely naked. Now that he wasn't going to freeze to death he had a chance to look around at his surroundings in order to comprehend just what type of camp he was sitting in. The young elf started with the pictures, which were ones he had never seen before nor heard any of the other talk about as he attempted his best to decipher the ancient text.

While he wasn't trained to read such things he had picked up enough to at least somewhat follow the story that was being shown along with help from the pictures themselves. These paintings told of an ancient sorcerer named Raz'geth who had used his powers of creation magic, a normally divine and pure cause, to harness the ancient power of both dragons and werewolves in order to attempt to take over the surrounding kingdoms. When he channeled those powers into his body it was too much for the sorcerer to bear and it turned him into an abomination, a creature of pure, unbridled corruption that the gods themselves intervened in order to make sure that his chaos couldn't spread into the surrounding lands. At that point the story gets a little hazy, but from what Taegen could guess from the references made that this supposedly took place over a thousand years ago and that the destructive power of Raz'geth has been kept in check ever since by an ancient clan of elves that he recognized the name of.

"That clan... it died out over a hundred years go," he said softly to himself before he kicked something that caused him to look down at the rock that he had brushed again. "Whoa... a runestone!" He picked it up with one hand and rubbed against the intricate engravings on the surface of the rock, only to have it dissolve to dust as soon as he placed his hand on it. "The magic's completely burned out..."

Taegen looked around the cavern and realized there were a whole circle of runestones along the wall just like the one he had bumped, all of them with their sigils no longer glowing like a properly charged one would. "For a thousand years that clan had been coming down here and charging these all up because they thought that some ancient sorcerer was trapped here," he mused as he continued around the cavern. "That's a lot magic use over the centuries, but if that's the case then wouldn't he have escaped now that they were all gone? Or... what if he already escaped and is lurking around the sacred woods now as a monster, or maybe even this cave?"

Despite the absurdity of his statement the elf could feel a shiver go up his spine at the thought of possibly lodging with some sort of evil spirit trapped by the gods. As he nearly finished his tour of the cavern, though, he suddenly came upon another cave that led down into the darkness. At first he thought it might have been the one that he had come in but he knew that couldn't have been true because the floor sloped downward and there were no wet footprints of his arrival. But at the same time he distinctly remembered that when he had come into the cavern there was only one exit, which was the way he had come into the cavern originally.

As he continued to think about it, though, he quickly shook his head and figured he had just missed it on his first inspection. He had been more focused on finding a way to stay alive and all he had was a torch to give him any light so in his mind it became increasingly possible it was just an oversight. Still, despite all his justification there was an eerie feeling that he couldn't quite shake, one that he knew would continue to linger the longer he stayed down there. At first he thought of just leaving it be, but as time continued on and the storm raged at the entrance of the cave curiosity and boredom got the better of him and he decided to have a look just to calm his own nerves, especially if he had any intention of trying to sleep through the night.

"It's just a cave, Taegen," the elf said to himself as he brushed back his hair and lit the torch from his bonfire. "You're just going to go down there and see that it leads to yet another cavern or dead end or something like that, then you're going to get some sleep..."

Despite his self-reassurance he could feel his nerves starting to get the better of him as he slowly walked down into the darkness with his torch in hand. The further down he got the more oppressive it felt as well, though he continued to try and reason that it was just his imagination as he moved further down. Eventually the light of the bonfire he had created disappeared from view and he was surrounded completely by darkness that was pushed back only by his torch, and even that seemed to shrink as the cave he was in grew wider with each step that he took. Finally after what seemed like ages the stone opened up and he found himself in a wide cavern that appeared to have a spire of black stone that came up from the middle of it.

As the light from the torch danced around the space the walls of the cave seemed to absorb the light rather than reflect it, giving him the eerie sense of walking into the void as he slowly made his way inside. It was genuinely a creepy place but so far he hadn't found anything that would merit an entire tribe dedicating their lives to it, at least until he got closer to the central column of what he thought had been stone. "Whoa..." the elf said as he moved forward and held up the flame to better illuminate the area. "Alright, I can give them this one..."

It was a giant tree; bigger than any of its counterparts in the sacred woods and with bark that was unnaturally shiny and black. It had grown from the floor to the ceiling and was twisted all on itself like a piece of rope. Even without any training in the arcane Taegen could feel the magic radiating off of it the closer he got, feeling strangely tense like an overfilled waterskin. It was too much for the elf and even if it was just some sort of strange magic tree it was enough for him to leave the area and return to the safety of the upper chamber. Except... as he looked around he could no longer find the path that he had just taken, and as he looked around frantically for the way out, he suddenly heard a dark chuckle that made his blood freeze in his veins.

"A fair folk..." the voice said. "I have not been visited by one of your kind in many ages... at least, I think it has been. Life in a cave is so dreary when no one comes to see you."

Taegen felt his entire body tremble slightly as he quickly deduced that the source of it was coming from his own mind, the tree talking to him through some sort of magical telepathy. Though there was certainly power behind those words as they rattled around his skull, he could also sense something else that was peculiar. There was an edge of tiredness to it, much like when he talked to the elders of his village as the sun was setting. Perhaps he wasn't in as much trouble as he thought, but almost as soon as he thought it he felt a great pressure on his mind and body that brought him to his knees as the torch clattered to the side.

"Do not mistake my weariness for weakness, elf," the voice commanded, continuing to psychically press down upon Taegen until he was on his hands and knees with his head bowed down low. "The centuries that have passed have not caused my powers to wane like the gods wished. Now that my jailers have failed to contain me my corruption can spread once more. All I need is a body, and you have graciously supplied me with such."

"W-wait," Taegen stuttered as he tried to get up again only to find that what he thought was the rock floor of the cavern was actually coated in a layer of whatever the tree was made of and had crawled over his hands and legs. "You can't take me over, even with the caretakers of your prison gone you are in a prison of the gods. Not even the mightiest of those among us can ever hope to destroy such bindings!"

As the black liquid continued to crawl up his hands and legs he found him bound there and for the first time since he had started his investigation Taegen realized that he was still naked. "In that you are correct, young one," the voice responded as the elf felt the strange rubbery substance crawl up to his elbows and halfway up his thighs before it finally stopped. "I do not seek escape... I seek revenge. My soul is tired and soon I will cross over to the spirit realm where the gods believe I can do no harm, but before that happens I will take advantage of the crack in my cell and transfer my powers to you. You will be the avatar of Raz'geth, and through you my corruption will spread uncontrolled through the lands! Oh how I will enjoy watching this..."

"But I don't want your powers!" Taegen shouted. "I'm just an herbalist, I'm no warrior or mage! I don't want any of this!"

As the elf tried to struggle out of his bonds something began to emerge from the tree, at first it looked like some sort of rubber vine, but as it got closer the end of it opened into a vibrant flower made of latex. "It is easy to say you do not wish to have power when you have none of your own," Raz'geth mocked as the vine continued its serpentine slither towards Taegen. "But I'm willing to bet that once you get a taste for it, you'll come around to my way of thinking. Of course to help with such a thought process it pays to associate power with pleasure..."

As the flowering vine continued to hover in front of him the elf suddenly felt something slide across his chest, and when he looked back he saw that one of the roots that lined the floor of the cavern had pushed its way up and wrapped around his chest and waist like a snake, which confirmed the rubbery texture of the tree as it coiled downwards across his abs and thighs until it came to his groin. Taegen's eyes widened when he saw where the tip of that vine was going, feeling it come to rest against his backside which caused him to gasp. "Noo-!" his cries were cut short as it seemed that was what the flower was waiting for and darted forward, the petals wrapping around his head and securing it to his face. "Mmmfph!"

The laughter of the ancient sorcerer echoed in his head as more of the tree's roots crawled their way up his body, growing over his body like it was an extension of them as he felt something wiggle in past his lips. At the same time two of the latex petals suctioned around his ears and he could feel something press in there as well, the tiny tendrils slowly making their way into his skull as he shook his head as hard as he could to try and dislodge the thing. As his focus was on the flower latched to his face he didn't notice that the other vine had made its move until the tip started to spread his cheeks open, which caused his back to arc and his eyes to bulge from the sudden insertion.

Then Taegen felt his ears pop and suddenly it felt as though time stopped all around him as a new sensation began to rise up inside him. It was coming from inside his own mind as the corruption touched it directly, something that transcended the flower tentacle in his maw or the one that had continued to slide up against his anal walls. It was like he could see and feel beyond his body, like he had been transported out of his body, and as he looked down he could actually see himself. As he looked himself over he appeared to be in bad shape, not only was his body completely covered with black rubber vines to the point where he could hardly see his own flesh, but his head was almost completely covered with that flower and there was a tentacle lodged in his backside with another one heading towards his semi-erect cock.

"I wouldn't consider that a bad situation at all in my opinion..." a deep voice growled as Taegen looked up to see a monster staring down at him, one he knew in his heart was Raz'geth the sorcerer. "Now that my power has touched your mind I figured we could have a little more of a face-to-face."

"There's still nothing I want from you," Taegen replied defiantly. "Look at what you're doing to my body! I did not ask for this..."

"And yet here you are," Raz'geth growled, the strange creature floating closer to him until their ethereal forms were only a few inches from one another. Now that the elf could see him more clearly he realized the pictures on the cave walls did not do him justice. The huge creature was... strangely beautiful and awe-inspiring, something that Taegen wasn't sure was a trick of the magic that the sorcerer used. He had expected a monster, an amalgamation of creatures that screamed of horror and terror, but what he got instead was a perfectly proportioned specimen of a male figure that mixed werewolf and draconic features to accentuate his already impressive form.

"You... you can't tell me that I want this," the elf tried to rebuke as he tried to move back only to find himself not in control of his own body. "This... this is the doing of your magic to try and corrupt me. Trying to seduce me with your power and the promise of becoming some handsome creature when all the tales told depict you as a monster."

To his surprise Raz'geth snorted and laughed, his voice booming. "A handsome creature you say?" he said finally, causing the elf to blush despite himself. "Well aren't we revealing... but the only seduction you face is that of your own desire. Power can give you many things, and the more power you have the more things you can get, all you have to do is accept it."

The combination of the creature's words and the pleasure that was still radiating through his physical body slowly chipped away at Taegen's resolve, and as he looked down at his hands it was beginning to show. His long, slender fingers had been replaced with huge paws covered with ethereal fur, a sight that caused him to gasp as he looked at Raz'geth to see his hands were human and very disproportionate to the rest of his body. "You... you're corrupting me..." Taegen said, stammering slightly as his voice grew deeper and his face pushed out as Raz'geth's muzzle receded. "These... these are your desires... not mine..."

"You can drop the act already, elf," Raz'geth said with a smirk on his now-human face as Taegen reached up and pressed his mutated hands against his canine muzzle in shock. "Your soul is absorbing my power like a sponge despite your half-hearted protests. Soon you will be the new avatar of corruption and you will enjoy every second of it!"

Taegen tried to shake his head but the words of the sorcerer began to ring true in his mind as he felt horns grow out of his head and his pointed ears stretched to fins. His spirit was transforming, accepting the power being given to it, and the more it continued to transfer into him the stronger he felt. At first his mind tried to think of the good he could do with it... if this was being forced on him maybe he could be a hero to his people and imagined them all surrounding him and cheering his praises. As Raz'geth's smile widened even those thoughts began to become corrupted, thinking that with his new powers he could make them stronger, as well, as those cheering elves began to twist into monstrous creatures themselves.

"Now you're starting to see," Raz'geth said as he watched the elf's lithe frame begin to swell with muscle as fur and scale grew over his ghostly form while his began to shrink. "The pure arcane power of a dragon, the raw physical strength of a werewolf... what is created isn't an abomination, it's perfection. The gods didn't seal me away to protect the world, it's because they were jealous that we would upstage them!"

In the back of Taegen's mind he knew that the sorcerer was mad, but that voice of warning was being drowned out by the pleasure being brought on his physical form and the funneling of power into his corrupted soul. At this point he no longer looked like an elf at all, his head was now completely bestial with a canine shape but draconic adornments as fur cascaded down his chest and framed the scales on his chest and arms. He grunted and doubled over as the muscle in his back expanded, branching out into a pair of wings as a thick, reptilian tail covered in bushy fur grew out behind him. His feet had twisted into something completely draconic, the toes merging into three talon-tipped appendages perfect for gripping or perching. The elf let out a roar as he absorbed that perfect form and everything that came with it, embracing it as his own as he looked down at his own supernatural beauty as the changes came to a head.

"This... this power..." Taegen growled as he flexed his arm muscles, though he couldn't feel the physical strength that came from them, he could feel the sheer corruptive force behind it that was hardly contained within. "My power... it feels... good..."

"I told you..." Raz'geth replied, the former elf turning to see a frail old, human man where the beast he had become was formerly standing. "You are the vessel that will bring about the end of the old world, use my magic to shape the world in my image... our image. I will be watching you..."

Before Taegen could say anything else the sorcerer disappeared and he suddenly found himself thrusted back into his physical form once again. But now his soul was no longer elven and as he regained his senses it felt like he had just put twenty pounds of soil into a bag meant for only five pounds. His entire body began to quake as the rubber vines that had been surrounding him and pleasuring him began to get absorbed into his skin. The flower that had connected him to Raz'geth wilted away and exposed his face, the elven visage quickly warping as black ichor quickly began to leak from his mouth and nose. As he let out a loud series of inhuman snarls and snapped at the air it caused his jaw and nose to stretch, more of the shiny substance pouring out of his mouth as his features grew heavy and monstrous.

At the same time the tentacle vine that had been lodged between his butt cheeks was quickly absorbed as well, the corrupted appendage fusing with his spine and becoming his tail as the liquid it had been pumping into his distended stomach was quickly being distributed throughout the rest of his frame. The tanned flesh of the elf began to grow shiny and dark as black veins continued to pump the corrupted fluid through his growing body, the elf writhing as the bonds that had held him merged with his hands and feet before stretching out into a pair of large paws. Unlike what his spirit had turned into this was becoming a far more draconic form as his legs snapped and shifted to handle him walking on four legs now instead of two as his shoulders rolled back to accommodate the new stance.

The shouts coming from the elf's mouth quickly turned to roars as a draconic muzzle formed, Taegen squeezing his eyes shut as the corruption reshaped his skull. When they opened again they had become solid black orbs that shined in the torchlight as every heaving breath he took barreled out his rubber-covered chest. A growing puddle of liquid rubber formed around him as his neck cracked and extended while his spine grew more ridged, causing his body to thrash as he felt his back grow a large set of wings for the second time. But his muscles weren't finished yet, and a gurgling gasp of twisted pleasure escaped Taegen's muzzle as two rows of three thick, rubber vines grew out and wiggled in the open air. A similar transformation happened to his cock as it exploded with growth, dividing in half as they formed into a pair of tentacle cocks that spurted more of the dark fluid onto the floor.

When the changes finally ceased Taegen panted heavily in the darkness, the torch long since extinguished by the tainted fluids that he had expelled, though he could still see clearly. As he looked up at the tree he watched it slowly collapse on itself, turning to a pile of ash right before his eyes. It was no longer needed, the former elf thought as he slowly picked himself up, the reason for its construction was now gone. With the lust and pleasure slowly winding down he realized what he had done... he had given in and become corrupted by the sorcerer's desires. Even as he began to look for a way out the part of him that was still an elf told him he had to stay there, to somehow keep Raz'geth's wishes from coming true through his corrupted body. But perhaps... he thought as he saw that the destruction of the tree opened a way through the top of the cave that he could just squeeze his body through, maybe he could get himself purified if he just found a strong enough mage as he began to climb.

With his new body he was able to quickly get back to the surface, which when he emerged found that the storm had passed and that it was now dawn. The second he put one of his draconic paws down on the grass of the sacred woods he saw it turn completely black and realized just how corrupted he was. No one could help him, he thought as he wiggled out of the crevice and into the growing light of day, just like they couldn't help Raz'geth. He was the avatar of corruption... his very presence in the sacred woods seemed to taint the surrounding area, and the worst part was that it gave him a real sense of just how powerful he had become.

Now that he was in proper light he could take a look at his form, which he knew was not the one his soul had become when he had initially channeled the power given to him. His body glistened in the light as shiny black scales made of what appeared to be rubber covered his entire body. Though he walked on all fours he could do two if he wanted, but with having forepaws fine manipulation became impossible for him. The only aspects of his werewolf nature he could see were the patches of black fur and that his tail looked similar to the form his soul had taken... though as he thought on that body he felt his form begin to shift as though it were about to take it on.

Of course, he thought to himself as he realized what was going on, werewolves had the ability to shapeshift and now he did as well. The form he was in now oozed power and corruption, it was a body made purely to overwhelm and convert. His werewolf form he had been while talking to Raz'geth... that one was slightly more subterfuge, though could still hold its own in a battle. As he spread his wings he realized that the dragon form also was built for long-distance travel as his tainted thoughts wondered where to go next.

His first idea was his village... that mental image of the other elves turning into his thralls caused his tentacle cocks to slide out from his sheath and more of the black ichor to drip from his lips. But his clan had powerful mages and skilled warriors, both of which would be a problem if he went against them head on. Plus he doubt he could go in and change them subtly, the force of his arcane corruption would likely overwhelm their elven bodies just like it did to his own. No... no, he needed to find creatures that were closer to his own tainted body, ones that would be strong enough to carry his corruption. Dragons were also far too powerful for him, and the closest clutch of them were very far away... however there was a tribe of werewolves that had built a small village on the north edge of the sacred forest that would be perfect for him to start his spread.

Taegen spread his wings and began to fly towards that village over the sacred woods that had once been part of his home. The elf was gone, however... the corruption coursing through his mind had overwhelming tainted him and created a new creature, a better one that would soon grow its power and take over everything that he touched. Even his shadow caused the forest below him to darken and warp slightly as he made his way towards the werewolves... soon to be his werewolves.