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"Lady Ranni?"

Blaidd's voice was as familiar to Ranni as the grass outside her tower, if not moreso. She turned to face him, making quick note of the visible anxiety that so rarely graced his wolven features. The typically brazen half wolf was worried about something.

His blade was sheathed, and he didn't quite seem ready to grab it, which eliminated the possibility of an impending attack by a Baleful Shadow.

She sighed internally, expecting a great deal of issue to come with most things that could make him falter, and made a mental note to call the Tarnished as back up. Even if she were to leave him alone soon, she was certain that Iji and the Tarnished would be suitable care.

"Blaidd? What need do you have of me? Is there an issue with our attempts to free the flight of the stars?"

She expected many things. Word on Radahn, an approaching danger, possibly even a snippet of new information from the Tarnished that he felt might garner her attention.

He swallowed roughly, before sighing. "I... would like to leave your service."

Not that. She had not expected that.

She pursed her lips, before nodding. "Alright."

He seemed a bit surprised, ears going alert, not quite sure he'd heard her correctly. "You... You're okay with it? I wouldn't be causing an issue?"

"Well," She began, returning to her chair. "If Radahn is defeated, then the stars can resume their motion. It is only some time before I shall abandon this doll. I would say that I prefer that thou ask now. I care for thee greatly, Blaidd. To see thou destroy thyself in my absence would bring me great sorrow. I'd prefer that thou abandon me to my own fate, and should thou have a place to go, I may go in peace."

He averted his eyes, muttering. "I see."

She hummed, abandoning the typical fold of her hands to offer a gesture, compelling him to speak further. "Well, where shall you go? You were created in service to an Empyrean. Though I have abandoned that flesh, thou have continued in service of me, in my battle. Does something yet trouble you enough that you seek to change your path? Do you wish to wander freely? Explore the world perhaps? Or dost thou believe the Starscrouge shall be a suitable final challenge before thou may retire from a life of combat?"

He shook his head with gusto, almost excitedly as he remarked, "No, no, I don't intend to do that any time soon. Though I would like to travel, it will be with a companion. There is another I wish to serve, in the long term. They're a powerful, competent fighter, and I believe that working with them could spur me to greater heights. I believe you are quite familiar with them, as I am."

She raised an eyebrow. "Oh? Is it someone in my service?"

He nodded. "Indeed. The Tarnished has become my good friend. Perhaps my closest friend. I value you greatly, but I seem to long for their company more and more."

A rare smile graced her face, and a rarer chuckle felt irregular, but appropriate. "In what way, Blaidd?"

His ears flattened to his head, and she chuckled further. He was still her step-brother. She had to partake in the occasional teasing. "I jest, I jest."

"No, unfortunately you have the measure of me quite well." He grumbled. "I don't intend to act on anything of the sort. The Tarnished, however bizarre, is likely far from willing to snog a wolf."

"You can never be sure. You brush thy fangs and clean thy fur more than most folks of human form. I daresay thou'rt a brilliant choice." She sighed, reaching a hand up as he leaned down. Her poor, poor, horrendously sheltered brother. "Well, I must warn thee. The spell to transfer thy service requires sacrifice. I may free thou from mine with little work on either of our parts. But for another to claim thou, in addition to an incantation with thy consent, they must take something of thine, as I once was forced to. Something that may never return. A proverbial pound of flesh as it were."

His brows knit together, suddenly looking very betrayed. "What did you take?"

She pursed her lips, removing her hand. "...Thou once had a longer tail."

His eyes went wide, and in spite of his cloak, he glanced at his backside. She grimaced. Docking his tail was a secret that she had intended to take with her as she left.

He sighed. "...Well, that's disheartening."

"I apologize."

He shook his head, jaw set. "I hope the Tarnished will agree to this. I have an idea, but it's definitely more extreme than my tail. Do they have to cut it off?"

She shook her head, and without any further elaboration, he was off. Ranni tilted her head in confusion the moment he was out the door, trying to figure out exactly what he was planning.

---

He didn't understand why this was making him hard.

His dick had already grown in his sheath to an uncomfortable degree, only prevented from full erection by the tightness of his armor and the fact that he was practically knotting himself. He tried to keep his breath as steady as possible as he trudged through the muddy ground, trying to find the Tarnished.

He knew they were nearby, he could smell them, but it was hazy. The recent rain was strong enough to cover a good portion of their scent, and while he could find them, it wasn't easy.

He choked back a groan as his sheath brushed up against his pants, stimulating the sensitive area more than he would like, the fuzzy, engorged dickhousing pushing more of his canine cock against the rough fabric.

Fuck, he was weird. He knew he was into the Tarnished, but the idea of them crushing one of his pupmakers was making him far more excited than he assumed it would.

Yes, he planned for the Tarnished to remove one of his testicles. It was an extreme choice, but he didn't want to get rid of anything that would stop him from fighting. He intended to be a sword for the Tarnished, a companion in battle. Maybe even a training partner. Anything that inhibited that purpose would be unwise, so he couldn't get rid of a hand or foot. A finger or toe wouldn't be enough to fulfill the contract, and an eye or ear would have the same problem as a hand or foot. He couldn't just get rid of the rest of his tail, it only worked the first time because he was so young, and he didn't particularly want to get rid of it either. Despite slightly wishing he'd been made aware of it being docked, he liked his tail. No, a nut was a good safe bet. It would hurt for a while, but he'd be fine, so long as he didn't jostle the remaining one too much. It wouldn't hurt his ability to fight, and since it was an organ, it automatically qualified to fulfill the contract.

On top of all that, he was probably sterile anyway.

It was unfortunate, but he was a hybrid. Not just a hybrid, but a shadow. He was never meant to be anything more than a servant, and a sword. His body had been built with all the necessities, but it was very unlikely that his watery, nearly clear semen contained anything that could make children. Not to mention that he never planned on it.

He humphed as he felt something dribble down the fur of his sheath. Either the humidity was making him sweat, or he was so excited that he was already drooling.

Stupid wolf libido. That was another advantage of getting rid of one of his nuts. He couldn't stand feeling the need every hour and a half.

He caught sight of the Tarnished doing what seemed like nothing at all. They stood casually at the edge of a short cliff, drinking something, with their sword thoughtlessly buried in something or other. They saw him, even from a distance away, and they were quick to down their drink, remove their sword from their felled enemy, and rappel down the cliff face to him.

It always made his (unfortunately shortened) tail wag under his cloak when he saw how happy they were to see him.

---

They had known Blaidd long enough to know that something was up.

The Half-Wolf was often brazen in words alone, but as thoughtful and sensitive as any other person when you paid attention to the smaller of his mannerisms, and they didn't just mean the wolfish ones.

His nervousness showed in the way his ears flattened against his head, and the way he bowed his head to them, but also in smaller ways, like how he drew his cloak tighter around himself, the large cape acting like a security blanket in times where he was worried. They approached as openly as possible, hoping that he would relax at all in their presence.

"Blaidd."

"Tarnished. How have you been, friend?"

The greeting was commonplace, and it always brought a slight smile to their face, even if it was typically hidden by their helm. "I've been well. Collecting runes, searching for new weapons, attempting to prepare for Radahn's festival."

He nodded approvingly. "Ah. Might I trouble you for a request? I'm sorry, but it's rather serious, and very important to me."

"Of course."

"I would like to join you." He said, quietly. "As a permanent traveling companion, I mean."

They blinked, a bit confused.

He elaborated, sighing as he produced a sheet of parchment from his pocket. "When Radahn is defeated, Ranni will eventually leave us. I'd like to do something of value with myself in the meantime, and I consider you a good and true friend. I'd like to be in your service."

"Oh!" They chuckled a bit, wondering how they could have even misunderstood him. "Of course. I'd love to have you around. I'm just not sure how it would work. Would you travel with me, or would I create a summoning item?"

"This parchment is the same spell that bound me to Lady Ranni. When you use it, I'll become your shadow, just as I was hers. I'll be able to fade into your shadow and travel that way, among other things, like retreating into your shadow to heal if I'm ever too injured to continue." He averted his eyes. "Of course, there is an unfortunate catch. In order for you to truly claim mastery of me, you have to take something of mine. I believe Ranni described it best, but it's a somewhat proverbial pound of flesh."

"...I have to take a body part?" They said, wary.

"Unfortunately. You wouldn't be the first." He made a noise that they weren't quite familiar with, before shifting uncomfortably. "I uh, I think the best bet would be one of my testicles."

They were almost certain that their bewildered expression showed through their helmet with the way his ears flattened even further.

"Um."

He spoke quickly, trying to convince them. "There are requirements on what you can take for it to count. I'd like to keep fighting, so nothing that would hinder that. An organ automatically fulfills the contract, and I'm already sterile. They seem like the best decision."

They were silent for a moment before quietly asking, "Are you okay with giving it up?"

He made that same noise, before rapidly nodding his assent. "Please. I'd like to stay by your side."

Well. They had Blaidd's consent. There really wasn't anything else to do.

"Alright. Drop em."

He returned his gaze to them, and for a second, he smiled. It was a wolfish, toothy grin that almost could've been a snarl, but it was a smile.

"First, say the spell. Then, you have an hour or so. It shouldn't take more than a few minutes though."

He made quick work of his grieves, before shimmying out of his trousers. The sight that greeted them made their breath hitch.

His genitals were appropriately wolf-like. His sheath was tumescent, stuffed with a grayish-red wolf cock that had yet to fully exit its furry protection. The fur on the indecent area was matted with a clear-ish fluid that leaked from the tip of his dick, stringing from his urethra to his sheath in a slowly falling parabola that eventually snapped, dripping a single bit of wolf-man precum onto the ferns below.

"Wow." They couldn't stop themself. It was impressive. Nothing else. They cleared their throat, and grit their teeth at the bitter taste of magic as they spoke the incantation. Blaidd shivered, and their shadows changed orientation, flowing into each other.

He sat down, legs spread on the uneven ground. "You don't have to cut anything. At least not yet. Ranni said that you just have to take it. I'm pretty sure if you just put enough weight on one, it'll break. I'll get rid of the mush at my own leisure."

Despite having seemingly picked a location at random, he might've picked the best place for that. The ground beneath them wasn't mud or dirt, but solid rock. It wouldn't absorb any ot their weight, so it wouldn't be dragged out any further than it had to be. "Which one?"

He shrugged. "You pick. I don't have a preference."

Their armor would definitely make sure that they had enough weight. They just had to figure out how to make it as painless as possible. Experimentally, they placed a foot on his right nut, and immediately backed off as his breath hitched. His cock finally pushed the full way out of his sheath, drooling profusely. His breathing was slightly labored, but they were almost certain it wasn't from pain.

Was... was he into this?

"Um... do we have anything to you know, dull the pain? I don't really want to hurt you."

"You are kind, Tarnished, but believe me, I can handle it."

They hesitated to believe it, if only because they didn't initially assume that he'd be getting off on it. "Are you sure? You don't sound like you're in the best shape."

He grumbled. "Not sure why, but it seems like I'm enjoying this, at least subconsciously. If I start humping your leg, try to ignore it."

His voice turned towards the end of that sentence, implying that at least half of that seemed like a joke.

Still, they tried again, and bore a bit more of their weight down on Blaidd's nut. The wolf-man made that same noise, which the Tarnished slowly began to realize was a muffled groan. He'd probably been fighting that erection since he first planned to ask them to do that.

Something about this felt distinctly wrong.

"You're having second thoughts." Blaidd said, matter of factly. He had canine hearing, he could probably hear the change in their heartbeat.

"A bit, yes." They said, a small chuckle bubbling forth in spite of themself. "It feels just a bit awful to do this to you. It feels like taking advantage."

Blaidd laughed, a boisterous laugh, loud and jovial, like they'd made a fantastic joke. "Please, Tarnished. I understand your worries, but I want you to think about something. I'm currently in the process of rusting your boots, and I might as well be begging you to do this. If it makes you uncomfortable, I won't force you. I'll find another way, or simply be your companion in name alone." He took a shaky breath as they unintentionally bore down harder on the defenseless pupmaker. They eased the pressure, and his canine cock only drooled further, a slight splash of watery wolf cum watering the moss creeping up the side of the rock. "But please." He begged, breathily.

They swallowed, suddenly feeling their face heat up under their helm.

Slowly, they returned the weight.

They knew Blaidd was sturdier than your average person. He was a titanic wolf man, they barely reached his stomach. His balls were appropriately sized in proportion to his body, about the size of oblong grapefruits, which seemingly only increased their resilience. They beared down even harder on his right nut, hoping that they wouldn't have to resort to using a weapon of some kind, and that their body weight would be enough to end his poor testicle.

At some point he stopped muffling his groans.

A quiet sound, a dull halfway in between a crack and a squish made them falter, right up until he moaned. Not just a quiet groan, or forceful inhale, but a full on moan.

"You holding up alright?"

His only response was a hazy, "Am I a masochist?" He panted as he focused his clouded eyes on them. "Does this make me a masochist?"

"I believe that's up to you Blaidd."

They pressed down harder, eliciting another dull crunch, and a quivering moan from the wolf man.

Eventually, his nut flattened under half the weight of their body, but remained very much unruptured. Under tremendous strain, but still intact. Resorting to the last possible thing they could do without drawing on other resources, slowly, they lifted their remaining leg, and after another, deeper crunch, his ball held up. It was horrendously flat, so much so that they weren't quite certain that it would recover, even if they let up, but it was very much intact under the weight of their entire body.

He was a very sturdy wolf.

"It-It needs more." Blaidd huffed, cock no longer quite drooling, but a gushing veritable waterfall of precum.

Initially, they planned to grab something heavy to place between their feet and his testicle, something to bear down on the desecrated orb further, before eventually, they came to a simple conclusion. It was a last ditch effort before they endeavored to try anything else. If they tried it a few times, it might even work to weaken the hardy orb's remarkable structural integrity before they resorted to something else.

They took a deep breath.

"Brace yourself."

Before he could question them, they pushed off of his testicle with enough force to illicit another violent squish, and they jumped.

They came down with exactly enough weight and force that even Blaidd's resilient ball couldn't hold up.

KER-splubt!

Blaidd's right nut finally gave in, turning into a gooey mess of chunks beneath the Tarnished's destructive impact. They twisted their foot as they came down, turning the few remaining chunks of testicular matter into a fine paste as the contract fulfilled itself, Their shadow returning to normal as Blaidd's own shadow faded into theirs.

They expected him to howl as he came.

They expected the kind of howl that they heard when the moon was full. When they were out late and the wolves decided to make their presence known. Instead, they got a very human, very quiet groan, as Blaidd shot ropes of wolven cum into the air and off the side of the small rock upon which they stood. When those shots turned into slow dribbles that trailed through the already darkened fur of his sheath and nutsack, which now contained only a single pupmaker, he heaved a heavy sigh, almost like he was relieved. No longer able to hold himself up on his elbows, he simply laid flat on his back, exhausted. Despite not howling like one, he panted like an overheated wolf, tongue lagging out of his mouth.

Despite the nature of the situation, there was something cute about it.

Then, visibly exhausted, he dragged himself up, staring at where their foot had destroyed half of his masculinity. Suddenly very conscious of what they'd just done, the Tarnished backed off, leaving him to curl over and cradle his half-empty scrote with a groan.

"Oh goodness, here." They produced a flask of crimson tears from their belt, handing it to the half wolf, who downed it near instantly.

Still panting, and still cradling himself, he hesitantly asked, "What about- what... what about the other?"

---

It was over.

The Tarnished was Lady Ranni's lord. They possessed the blade that would've belonged to Ranni's spouse in another life, but in this one remained in the joint hold of the Tarnished who had aided her, and her once shadow. Her spirit was off to do as she pleased, and pursue her battle against destiny. And all this without Blaidd.

He felt a wave of anguish wash over him as he stared at the spot where she stood.

It was irrational. He hadn't betrayed her. She was free, and she was more than powerful enough to pursue her battle without his help. But his accursed brain cursed his failure, cursed his foolishness-

And slowly, he reached a gauntlet into his pants, to fondle the half-empty sack that laid just beneath his sheath.

"Are you coming?"

He turned his head to see The Tarnished was there for him, like always.

As discreetly as possible, he withdrew his hand from his trousers, nodding as he moved to catch up.

He trailed behind them, as always, but they slowed just enough to grab his hand and pull him to their side. Despite his confusion, he matched his pace with theirs, standing hand in hand as they made to leave. His shadow faded into theirs, as it always did when they were close to each other. They squeezed his hand lightly, cautiously. Lovingly.

"Let's see about emptying that nut of yours tonight, alright?"

He faded into their shadow as they began climbing, planning not to slow them down. Still, from within his space in the darkness they cast, he returned his hand to his trousers, and lightly rubbed his single remaining testicle.

He wouldn't have minded if the Tarnished had crushed both into paste that day. Hell, he was almost sure he would've enjoyed it. But sometimes, their kind decision to not... Well, suffice it to say the results were rather enjoyable.