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**HP: 25/25

Strength: 10 (+0) Dexterity: 14 (+2) Constitution: 10 (+0) Intelligence: 18 (+4) Wisdom: 18 (+4) Charisma: 14 (+2)

Corruption: 10/30 (corruption is how far along you are to losing your base form to the ravages of magic. High wisdom slows this)

Libido: 5/40 (High libido affects magic as well as other actions. If it goes up, your ability to resist things gets harder, dice rolls get more difficult to make.)

-Fire spells: 3 -Healing spells: 2 -Transformation spells: 4 -Agility: 3 -Melee attack: 2 -Stealth: 4

Special Equipment:

-Amulet of Protection: Cancel one attack - magical or otherwise - to your person. This shatters the amulet afterwards. -Student's Staff: A basic magical staff, adds +2 to magic spells. Has several slots to add new ability stones to.**

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It has been almost three hours since you reached the labyrinth, and started your test. In that time, things have gone...well, one supposes the term would be 'off the rails'. You've lost your human body, you've gotten covered in scales, you've been hypnotized to think that clothing is bad - except for your boots, thankfully, or Mastan would have nowhere to go - and you are only a third of the way through your initiation into the higher mage powers.

Of course, not all is lost. You gained a small bit of power during the last test, including mastery over Healing spells in the green fifth of the maze, and you also met the Master here. Perhaps you'll have a friend when you come back. Perhaps.

But now, you are standing at the edge of the Transformation part of the labyrinth, and it looks...a little more complicated. You can see that, instead of there being clear channels to walk through, it is a mass of objects that change between solid and not at intervals, leaving one leaping from one point to another to avoid being stuck inside of a wall that wasn't there before. In the distance, through fog that shifts and moves with the rest of the section, you can make out movement, but what, you can't tell.

Mastan shivers in your boots, which gives your toes an interesting vibration sensation.

Well...I guess it's our only choice...

You have been standing there for a minute or so now, judging the timing of the wall shifts so that you don't step into the wall or - worse - step forward and then get stuck in it. And this is how you begin part two of your adventure.

Skill Gained: Healing Spells

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//: I take another minute to get the timing of the walls down exactly, before moving forward with my perceived timing of their shifts. (End)

_(DM roll, DC 3)

(4)_

You barely manage to step through the shifting wall in time, but you do get through. You have the sense that Mastan would have been sweating if he were human, though; the end of your boot was nearly taken off as the wall re-solidified.

Still, you are now walking on gray stone rather than green grass, and it's obvious that you're in an entirely different section. You start walking forward along the current path, making your way along the one corridor that you have. Your staff clinks against the stone below, and you are all too aware of your dick swaying from side to side between your legs, lacking anything to cover it or make it less visible.

At least this area doesn't seem to have quite so much corruption in the air as the healing area did. Strange, that.

But you don't go far before you feel the walls shifting again, seeing the air around you thicken like a sudden wave of fog, while to your left and right, the walls start to shimmer and become less solid. There's going to be another shift, and you need to choose quickly which way you're going to go. Ahead, you can make out a forked path on the right side, and the left seems to keep going straight. Which do you choose?

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//: I decide to go down the right path, reasoning that having a fork to double back on would be handy if I run into unpleasant company. (End)

_(Roll Agility, DC 11)

(10+3=13)_

You jump in time to avoid getting trapped, and you don't get caught by the transforming wall. Lucky you; it looks like a very solid wall on your side right now, covered in gray bricks, and joined together by...green slime? Strange. Very strange.

You walk down the lane that opened up, and come to the fork in the path. There's one path that goes to the left and one to the right. The one going left goes about ten feet in that direction before turning to keep going forward, while the one to the right goes off into a large fog bank. It doesn't seem to turn, regardless of how far you peer into the mist.

From both directions, however, you can hear a strange squelching sound, almost like the sound that Mastan makes when you step down harder on him in your boots. It is louder on the right, but still somewhat present on the left.

You can already feel the air solidifying around you; you have to make a decision of where to go, and quick.

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//: I decide to go down the left path, but resolve to stop at the corner and peer around it rather than rush into what could possibly be an ambush, intentional or otherwise. (End)

You dart to the left just in time to avoid yet another reappearing wall. The walls to your left also disappears, revealing the corridor that you'd leaped into the start this whole thing off. Thankfully, your path forward is still clear, for now, and you still have the protection of the wall leading up to the corner. You can feel Mastan shivering in your boots.

This place is hard...so hard. You make one wrong step, you can end up inside a wall, or worse, inside one of them.

You don't know who this 'them' are, but you feel like you might find out soon. You walk over to the corner and look around it, slowly.

On the other side are two green...slime things, for lack of a better description. They are roughly human sized, but two to three times as thick as a normal human being. They seem to glow with the same green hue that is in between the gray bricks, and they definitely look like they're a bit distracted. At least, judging by the way that they're punching each other in the guts, fists disappearing into separate masses inside of each other, and laughing.

You can see another fork in the path, as well as a few odd looking runes, about thirty feet past the slime creatures, who are about twenty feet ahead of you. They're inside of a courtyard-like opening, which is marked by other runs. Gold ones, from what you can see, and ones glowing brightly. Perhaps it keeps it from collapsing and changing?

You don't know, but you can feel that you don't have a lot of time to think. The air is shimmering with another change, already.

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//: Seeing as I don't have time to ponder more, I decide to make a dash for the runes beyond the slimes, electing to ignore them and hope that I can slip by while they're surprised. (end)

_(Roll Dexterity, DC 17)

(15+2=17)_

You feel very lucky when you dart towards, and then past, the slimes. You feel their hands grabbing at you with surprising speed, but it only leaves a couple of slick spots along your arms and neck when they can't quite get a grip on you. You shake your head, barely believing your luck, and keep on running towards the runes on the far side.

You remember taking a class on what the meaning of old runes were. But do you remember that class very well? You don't remember being that good with languages...

_(Roll Intelligence, DC 14)

(3+4=7)_

And this seems to be one of those times you really, really weren't good. The runes are just so much gobbledegook to you, with the only thing that you understand about it being that there are two arrows on it. One points left, the other points right, and if you knew what the runes meant, you'd have a perfect pair of street signs here. If only you had some way of reading it, or of talking to someone that might know what they meant.

The slimes are advancing on you with slurps and gurgles, and as you look over your shoulder, you see them transforming into different shapes. One has become more dragon-ish, while the other seems to be taking a shape similar to a two-legged equine. And they're still very, very quick, coming up behind you.

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//: Remembering what the master of the healing area had said about the inhabitants of this area, I decide to try calling out to the two transforming slime creatures and see if they know what the runes say, and if they're willing to translate. "I don't suppose either of you would be so kind as to tell me what these runes say, would you?" (End)

Both of the slimes stare at you with a bit of a bemused look on their face. After all, you'd come running between them with a wizard staff in your hands and with the stone of the Healing area master in it, interrupting their fun, and now, now, you're asking them for a favor?

"Shruck shu," seems to be the closest that the dragon one can come to saying what he means, considering that he is burbling and wet looking, unable to keep solid properly and speak. The equine, however, chuckles.

"You want to know what it says, huh, wizardling? Why should we tell you something like that? This is our world, after all, and you interrupted our fun. If you want to know something, I think you would be better off making an offer than just asking for help."

That was something else you might remember. The people here love making deals, and love to transform and change things. Perhaps there's something you can offer...

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//: "Yeah, that... I'm sorry about that," I say, hanging my head low. "I was panicking because of the wall." I scratch the back of my neck awkwardly, before trying to continue discussing my rune dilemma. "Well, I am willing to trade with you, but I don't know what you would want in return for your help. I don't suppose there is anything you want?" (End)

The two slime creatures chuckle to each other as they move to either side of you. They start circling, and with the only steady area without walls popping in and out is their little courtyard, you more or less have to endure it. You can feel them staring at your body, looking up and down it, and they chuckle to themselves.

The equine moves closer, and you feel his gooey hand rubbing along your ass, under your gator-like tail before moving up off of your hip.

"Heh, you know, we don't get to have too much fun with the people above...All the wizards usually try the other route. The only ones we see are the people already transformed...They always make their way here if they lose."

You realize that this is where Mastan should have been; how did he get back to the portal that could have let him get home, when this is where he should have been?

The dragon is behind you, and you feel a slick hand rubbing over your scaly ass, while the equine steps up in front of you, rubbing your cock with his slimy hand.

"Tell you what...you let us play with your body for a few minutes...without resistance...and we'll tell you what that says. But I want to make it interesting...If you can keep from cumming, I'll come along and help you. If you can't...We get to turn your bottom half into slime. What do you say?"

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//: I gasp a little at the equine's attentions on my manhood, but I can't help but grin at his proposal in anticipation. "I say that sounds fun regardless of whether I win or lose. Deal." (End)

Mastan tries to speak up before you can agree to the deal, but you seal it before he can speak. The two slime creatures chuckle to each other, and you suddenly feel two slime fingers pushing into your ass. They're wet and slick, easily sliding in, particularly as they compress to slip into that tiny crack of a hole, and then expand once they're inside of you. They rub on your prostate directly, teasing and squeezing it beneath them.

As you're lifted up, the slimy mess in your boots communicates with your mind.

Are you insane? The more that you let these things do, the higher your corruption gets. If it gets high enough...if it gets high enough, you'll never get home!

But the deal is made, and you can already feel the equine leaning in, slathering your growing cock with his tongue and covering it with a tingling green slime. Your shaft immediately leaps up in response, and you can feel it getting more sensitive.

"Hehehe...I won't even need a couple of minutes...You'll cum in one."

He thrusts himself forward, and it's like you've suddenly impaled a virgin on your cock, with so much hot wetness squeezing down on your shaft from all directions. As the equine bobs his head up and down, you can see your cock sliding down his throat, see completely through him. And all throughout that, you can feel the dragon's fingers thickening in your hole, stretching you out without even thrusting them.

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//: I ignore Mastan for now, focusing all my willpower on not allowing myself to cum, though I honestly don't expect myself to succeed - but if I can, than the rewards will definitely be worth it. (End)

It's clear from the horse's expression that he doesn't expect you to be able to last, and you probably would agree with him, considering that your cock is getting more sensitive by the second. His slime must have some sort of aphrodisiacal quality to it, something that makes things feel even better. His hand presses against your balls, and you feel them swallowed up, almost as if a mouth is sucking on them, soaking them, wetting them.

The horse takes you down to the base of your cock, swallowing deep. You can see the insides of his body pressing down on your cock, see every little bit of your shaft getting soaked and swallowed around. See the slime rubbing along your cock, the pre squirting deep inside of him, becoming part of him.

From behind, those two fingers have expanded, slowly making your hole feel like it's filled with an inch of cock, then two, as the fingers get bigger. A third slowly slides in, adding to the pressure inside of you, holding you off of the ground far enough that your boots don't touch the ground. He grins at you, leaning down and biting gently at your neck.

"Shrucking shlut."

Even with the burble, you can guess what he means.

_(Roll Constitution, DC 10)

(20+0=20)_

But with all your willpower focused, you've managed to hold back against their teasing attempts...for now. You are panting and shivering, and your balls feel heavier than a minotaur's hammer, but god damn it, you are determined. You WILL survive this...you hope. You still have a couple of minutes to go, and you can tell that the pair of them have more tricks up their sleeves.

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//: Though my willpower was strong enough to save me this time, I know that it can't last for the whole five minutes, and so instead I decide to try distracting myself with something else - ANYTHING else. So I turn to Mastan. "Why weren't you in this area when I ran into you?!" I mentally demand forcefully. (End)

Mastan doesn't answer at first, trying not to talk about it. He keeps quiet in your boots, and is glad that you did that telepathically rather than out loud; you get the feeling that he's trying to keep hidden from the people here.

The slimes glare at you, but they are definitely not done with trying to get you to cum. With a nod from the equine one, you are suddenly pulled backwards. Soon, only your feet, dick, and head are left outside of the dragon slime, leaving you helpless as you are suddenly attacked again, licked and sucked and orally abused like there was no tomorrow.

And the dragon slime - now more of a slime blob - is hardly staying out of it. He pulls you in deep, and you can feel a good bit of his mass pounding into your ass, more like a tentacle than a finger. It throbs and sloppy smacks against your prostate, pounding it and rubbing it like he was trying to milk you over the edge. It makes your cock throb, bouncing slightly inside of the slimy equine, which only adds more stimulation.

And you feel like it would be impossible to move, now. The dragon slime holds you too strongly, and you would have to put up a massive struggle, or use magic, to get free. And your pleasure is mounting, fast.

_(Roll Constitution, DC 14)

(19+0=19)_

And yet again, you manage to hold out. Barely. You're gasping and panting, your cock throbbing and begging for release, but you hold out. You are so close to getting the prize that you crave...but you still have one more hard attempt coming from the both of them.

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//: "Tell me Mastan, or I'll tell them about you!" I mentally threaten, though with no real intent to follow up on it, largely trying to start an argument to distract myself from the slimes' almost intolerably pleasurable attentions. (End)

_(Roll Charisma, DC 9)

(5+2=7)_

Mastan shivers in the boots, but seems to believe that you are just bluffing. Nevertheless, you feel him squeeze tight around your feet, like a thick pair of toe socks, squeezing them the way someone else might have squeezed your hand, reassuringly.

I...I'll tell you, but later. I promise.

The slimes seem utterly infuriated about your resistance, and pull out all the stops. The equine pulls his head back.

"Alright, if you're not going to cum down my throat, let's see if you can resist this. It's one of the hottest asses I've ever had, and I bet you won't be able to resist this."

He shifts shape right in front of you, the slime re-arranging into whole new proportions before your eyes. His hips flare out rapidly, and his chest does the same, getting thick breasts as his cock shrinks into his body. His body still stays mostly equine, but it is definitely no longer male. He - or rather, she, with the new look - grins down at you as her breasts grow in, heavy and thick, and turns around.

What...an...ass...That is your first thought at seeing the booty that is presented to you, a thick and juicy mare rump that quickly spreads, showing off that puckering hole just under the goo tail. It is dripping with the slime's own lube, and she chuckles as she backs up.

"If this doesn't get you to cum, I'll start thinking you're just plain impotent."

As the slime moves backwards, you feel the dragon's 'cock' inside you get bigger and bigger. Your ass feels like it is utterly wrecked, filled with something too big to be real, but at the same time your prostate is being pounded almost to oblivion, even getting shocked by something from the creature. You are gasping, your cock is dancing, and your toes are curling hard in the boots you were. You are desperately trying to hold on, and that hole isn't even around your cock yet.

You watch as that asshole rubs against the tip of your shaft, rubbing it, sliming it, leaving it utterly drenched. Your cock slides off of the side of the slime's ass cheek, then off of the other one, before the mare lines you up properly.

"Say goodbye to your cum."

She slams down, taking you DEEP inside of her. She gets filled up to the brim with your cock, squishing down so hard that you can feel your cum begging to bubble out, straining to get free...

_(Roll Constitution, DC 17)

(11+0=11)_

And this time, your willpower utterly shatters. You let out the deepest moan that you've ever felt, and cum hard, spilling your seed deep within the 'mare's' ass, filling her to the brim with your cum. You collapse backwards, whimpering and moaning as you are milked to within an inch of your life.

+8 Corruption (-2 for Wisdom)

"Heh...you lose..."

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//: Honestly I'm surprised I lasted as long as I did. I nod dumbly at the 'mare', knowing what's going to happen next but far too sated to care too much about it. At least I still get the translation... (End)

"Hehehe...you're going to look much better as a slime..."

The mare slips off of you, shifting back to her other state, as a male equine. He smiles as the other slime releases you from its grasp, trusting you to keep to your deal. After all, why wouldn't you? It's part of the thing about being a wizard. If you give your word, no matter to who, you keep it, otherwise your powers and your contracts are worthless.

You feel Mastan sliding around a bit, nervous as they reach for your boots. He tries to slither out past your ankles, trying to keep out of sight as they remove your footwear.

_(DM roll, DC 12)

(1)_

"What's this?"

The equine spots Mastan as he starts moving around, and grabs for him. A normal person would have had little chance to grab something so slick and wet, but a slime is that by definition, and the former mage has no chance. You hear him scream for help just before he loses contact with your flesh, leaving you unable to hear him anymore.

"My my, trying to break your own deals, wizard?"

You can tell that the equine is talking to Mastan, not you.

"Look at you. You know the rules. If you fail and succumb, you come here to serve as a guardian. That's part of the rules. I can't believe you even managed to get away...but not again."

Without Mastan on you, you can suddenly feel a massive weight to the corruption around you. Prior to now, he was keeping a fair bit of it off of you, keeping it from being too heavy on your shoulders. Now, it's a constant struggle to keep it away on your own.

Both of the slimes seem more distracted by Mastan than you, intent on punishing him for what he did. They look like they're still going to give you your deal, as well as your transformation...but you could be losing a friend as well.

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//: "Hold on," I say, deciding to at least try and keep Mastan from being taken away. "I don't suppose I could convince you to let him go? Perhaps we could make a deal of some sort?" (End)

"A deal?"

The equine glares at you, but then glances at you again. He sees something, obviously, and is considering it.

"Hmm...I suppose that there might be a deal...Of course, it will only apply to us, and we can't stop anyone else from trying to take him away. You'd have to understand that; we can't bargain for more than ourselves."

The dragon nods his support.

"I think we could give him back...if you give us that amulet you have. I've seen a few mages come through before with them; being able to cancel out a spell sometime would be really handy, particularly for some of the cuter guys that come down. No offense."

You remember that you do have an amulet of protection on you, able to save you from one attack, one spell, one effect down here, before it shatters. You haven't used it yet, and it seems like you might not need to, if you're careful. At the same time, you haven't seen the things furthest in the maze yet, either, and the people in Purification are not reputed to be very nice.

Does Mastan matter that much to you?

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//: While I don't feel that Mastan matters THAT much to me, at the same time I can't very well leave him to the unpleasant-sounding fate that awaits him. Ultimately however my choice comes down to utility, and having Mastan soak up the corruption around me is more beneficial long-term than a single-use amulet is. "That's completely understandable," I say as I take the amulet off and offer it to the equine slime. (End)

Immediately, he snatches it away, and you can see it disappear into his body. He flings Mastan back at you, and the black slime wraps around your neck as he comes flying by, dangling from it almost like a collar. You can feel him shivering in fear and gratitude, and he squeezes almost like a hug. Though a choking hug, admittedly.

Thank you, thank you...they'd have destroyed me. Destroyed my mind. You saved me. Saved me. Thank you, thank you, thank you.

You can already feel the corruption slipping off of your shoulders again, which is a desperate relief. You were starting to think you might fall victim to it right here. But there's still the transformation to go, and that's going to be difficult.

You can feel the slimes disintegrating slightly, turning into puddles and going under your now-bare feet. They saturate your skin with their slimy essence, and it starts spreading, your scales turning greener, and then see-through as the slime spreads through your body. It goes further and further up, and you can feel that your legs are shaking, having trouble supporting your weight until the slime gets up past your knees.

The more slime that you take on, the more flexible you feel. It's like you can control your mass down there, and where all of it is distributed. A thought, and your bottom half becomes slug-like, with a tail and a body. Another thought, and you're more of a tripod being. Another thought as it reaches your cock -

SPROING! And now you have a dong that the horse would have been jealous of. No legs, but a hell of a cock.

You shift back, and brace yourself, knowing that you could lose a lot of your current self if you aren't braced to take the corruption. Mastan joins you...

_(Roll Wisdom, DC 15)

(10+4+2=16)_

You successfully withstand the wave of corruption that washes over you, though you are still left a slime from the waist down. Ass, cock, balls, legs, feet; all of it is rendered green, dripping, and wet. The two slimes come back together, shaking their head.

"And here I thought I'd get a toy out of that. Oh well," the equine says. He shakes his head, and then leads you over to the runes. One points you to one side, and one points to the other. He starts with the former.

"This says 'The heart of Transformation, the Master of Mass.' You'll find your way down to the heart of our part of the maze, following that one. This one says 'The core, the way home.' It'll take you to the center of the maze, where a secret portal back to your world exists. Something about an emergency exit, from what I remember one of the mages mentioning when he came through."

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//: I thank the slime for his translation of the runes, and immediately begin walking in the direction that leads to the Master of the Transformation section of the maze. As I head down that path, I begin mentally speaking to Mastan. "You know, if you'd just told me that you were being hunted from the get-go, we might have avoided this mess. And I'm curious how people in the transformation sector know you when the healing master was the one who saw you lose your body." (End)

"Well, they don't know me...specifically," Mastan says, shaking his 'head' as far as you can tell. Could have been a foot, considering his gooey nature. "But it's part of the rules...anyone that completely loses form has to come here...and be...be a guardian, like them. If we can't handle the magic, we're not allowed to leave."

You remember something along those lines being taught when you were still in the upper world, but you don't remember it being quite that severe. The way that you were told, people that didn't make it through the test just...disappeared. You thought that they just left the study of magic, but maybe...

Mastan shivers, pulling himself closer to you in thanks, and it feels rather sensual against the lower half of your body. All that goo...and all of it around your cock...it starts throbbing. Even though you feel a little bit better with Mastan around, taking up some of the corruption, more of your thoughts are turning towards the sexual, more of it towards the need for cum and playing around with people. Sex is getting all the more tempting.

You can tell that you're still on track, but you notice that the ground is also changing a lot, shifting around under you, making it hard to stay on the right route. And particularly with the walls up ahead.

_(Roll Agility, DC 12)

(10+3=13)_

You jump through to the next safe spot without much trouble. You can see that the center of the maze isn't too far off now, but there are a couple of other slimes up ahead, creatures still bulbous and rounded rather than in an actual bipedal shape. You can tell that they've already noticed you, but rather than attacking, they seem to be...shaking? Either in fear or laughter, you can't tell.

But it looks like you might be able to get to the center without them bothering you...if they're not here for a trap, that is.

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//: I approach cautiously, staff in hand and ready to cast a fire spell at the first sign of trouble but hoping to pass through to the center without any. (End)

The slimes watch you, sometimes visible, sometimes not as the wall comes and goes around you. It seems that they stay in the same place, however, and there's not much that you need to worry about as you get closer and closer to the center of the maze. You do, however, feel a sense of worry as to what lies ahead.

_(Roll Intelligence, DC 14)

(3+4=7)_

Despite how much you wrack your brains, you can't really remember what's coming up ahead of you. But surely, considering how good the gryphon was earlier, this guy wouldn't be...too bad...right?

You take a step forward, and immediately re-think your idea as your foot rebounds off of a fairly large segment of goo. You bounce around, trying to catch your balance.

_(Roll Agility, DC 15)

(20+3=23)_

You easily catch your balance, and keep yourself from rocking right into the goo puddle that takes up most of the interior of the center of the room. It seems to quiver as you avoid its trap, and then slowly rises up, the goo forming the shape of a giant...a giant dragon, it seems, feral in shape, and wrapped around itself as it looks down at you.

"My, my, but we do have a quick one here, don't we?"

The creature's voice sounds as flamboyant as one can get, almost to the point of making your ears feel a little pink from hearing it. Mastan shivers beneath you, hiding behind your goo.

"So, you're another aspiring little mage, are you? Come here for the pleasure, or for the power?"

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//: "I would be lying if I didn't say that both sound appealing," I say, feeling my cock perk up just from the sound of the word 'pleasure'. "Unfortunately I think I've had a bit too much fun for the moment, so for now I'd prefer to just get the power, please." (End)

"Oh, my, a boy with manners. Will wonders never cease?"

The great goo dragon shifts form, taking on the shape of a great centaur, plodding about. And rather gratuitously hung, as well, for that matter, his big dick almost smacking you in the head as he moved about.

"But you, talking to ME about getting power? Oh, no no no. You, my boy, will have to do a favor if you want power without a fight. That's the rules, you see. The Rulllllles. Am I going too fast for you? Do keep up."

Make that flamboyant and condescending, it seems, as the centaur shifts again, this time coming down to a satyr, though one that was big enough to dwarf you even sitting down. Which it does, looking down at you.

"So, what will it be? A fun favor, or a good fight? It's been soooooo long since I've had a chance to unwind and let loose."

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//: Once again I consider my options carefully, knowing the pros and cons of each choice. On the one hand, I'm far more fit physically as opposed to mentally, as I have taken quite a few hits to corruption in this place. Furthermore, I have healing spells from the green zone. On the other hand, I'm not so certain I can win a fight with a giant shapeshifting creature like this, and it probably wouldn't take long for him to completely corrupt me since I'm already half a slime. Ultimately, I decide to take a chance on letting him have his way with me, hoping that Mastan can help prevent the corruption once more, or that it doesn't hit me hard enough to completely destroy me. "You know, I think I might have enough in me for one more round of fun," I say, with a slight grin. (End)

The great goo satyr chuckles, leaning down and pressing a single finger against your cock, rubbing it up against your goo belly. Even at this point, it is still thicker than the massive third leg that you've received, his finger dwarfing it.

"Ah ah, my boy. You might want to hear the favor first. I said it was fun, I didn't say that it was easy."

The creature shifts again, this time coming out as a green-colored anthro dragon, though still rather huge. He lowers one big foot over you, and you find yourself pushed back onto your back, pinned under it, surprisingly realistic toes pressing down against your chest as you are pinned under what feels like an all-too-real foot. He pushes down, enveloping you in the goo from the neck down, which is a rather nice experience for your top half.

"My favor is to take a piece of me with you. Perhaps you can get to Purity in time to remove it, perhaps not...but I like to see a good game of transformation. Every few minutes, you'll take a little more corruption, a little more change. Mmmm, and considering how much you've already changed, you'd need a miracle to make it without losing more."

He chuckles.

"But, if you make it there, you can have most of your corruption removed. Most. I'll still be there, and you'll be taking that piece of me with you when you leave. Without any mages knowing, of course; if you try and tell them, I'll work my magic to take you with me if they try and get rid of me. And there's always room for more goo creatures down here."

He grinds his foot against you a bit more, and then pulls back.

"So, do we have a deal?"

/------------------------------------------

//: And now the 'fun' route sounds significantly less appealing. Just why does this transformation master want to get a piece of himself out of this world? I stand back up and look at him with a far more quizzical eye. "And what would you do once I made my way back home with you on hand? Or, in-body, I suppose." (end)

"Mmm, is that really any concern of yours, little human? Or, rather, sub-human, these days?"

_(Roll Charisma, DC 10)

(3+2=5)_

He chuckles, shaking his head in refusal. It seems that he plans to keep his ideas close to himself, at this point. And who can blame him? After all, there are some parts of the magical contract with these things that you hadn't known before, considering Mastan's nearly sealed fate. Who knows what other parts you don't know at this point.

He shifts again, losing the anthro dragon form for that of a big orca, his smooth feet slippery and wet looking as he sits down, the soles pointed towards you.

"So, do we have a deal, or are we fighting, little human?"

/---------------------------

//: "You know, I think it's high-time I actually tried fighting something here," I say, raising my staff once more. "I haven't done much of it today." With that, I immediately fire off a fire spell, dearly hoping that his goo-like body is flammable. (End)

_(Roll Fire Spells, DC 9 to hit, anything over, damage)

(12+3=15.)_

The great master of transformation roars in pain as you roast his feet with your fire spell. It seems to shoot out like a ball from the end of your staff, hitting his soles and making them ripple and steam. Immediately he pulls them back, getting to his feet with another growl of anger.

"You little bug...Oh, you will not be staying a human long, I can tell you that right now. Let's see you avoid this!"

Immediately he starts shrinking down, and you realize that he's spreading his goo body out to cover the entire floor of the arena that you two are in. Looking over your shoulder, you can see an entire army of slimes waiting for you at the walls, and the walls are still shifting around outside of the arena. It seems that you need to either stay and fight him, or break out through his army and hope for the best.

You have a split second to react before the goo reaches your feet. What do you do?

/---------------------

//: What an idiot, spreading around on the ground like that - he's just made himself a much bigger target, and who can miss hitting right in front of them? I fire off another fire spell, aimed directly at my own feet and the surrounding area. Sure, it'll hurt, but I have healing spells to back myself up there. (End)

_(Roll Fire Magic, DC 7, above is damage)

(19+3=22)_

You hear the creature roar out in greater pain than before as a roaring inferno surrounds you in a wall of power. It heats and crackles at the edges of your own goo body - and Mastan seems to have shoved himself inside of you, vaguely around the prostate area, you can imagine, considering the sensations - but you seem to be safe. After all, this creature wouldn't attack a whole wall of fire...right?

_(DM's roll, DC 3 on a d6.)

(6)_

Or, perhaps it is that furious. The green goo shoots against your wall of fire, and manages to stifle them from the sheer weight of it. You can see the goo bubbling in a boiling heat as a result, but the creature seems too angry to bother pulling back. And as it attacks you, you might feel a twinge of regret at that, as the goo swallowing your legs and moving further up is boiling hot, and passing that heat on to you.

_(Damage, 1d8+2)

(1+2=3)_

You aren't significantly burned, but you are...well, a bit stuck. The goo is coming in from all across the room now, and you can feel it sliding up your body.

"Oooh, just you wait, little human boy...I might be hurting now, but you are going to be in torment for the rest of time for that...As soon as I have you completely encapsulated, you're mine..."

Still, you have done a massive blow to him. He's slower than he would have been, though he has you up to your ankles already.

/-----------------------

//: I set myself on fire. (End)

_(Uh, wow. That is...wow. Roll Fire Magic, DC 14, anything above, damage)

(6+3=9)_

You fail...at least, at setting yourself on fire enough to kick the creature off. You don't exactly fail at heating it up and hurting yourself again.

_(1d8+2)

(7+2=9)_

Ooooh, fuck, that hurts. You can feel your skin blistering where it's not goo, and your whole goo body really, really doesn't like all this heat. It feels like it's drying out, and the only thing that's keeping it from collapsing is the grip of the goo around you. You can feel it grabbing hold of your chest, and as you look down, you can see your skin slowly transforming into the green goo of the creature that is master of this realm.

"Keep trying. I dare you. I dare you; keep trying to fight me. Maybe you'll finish...finish yourself before I can."

Was it just you, or did the creature sound exhausted? It definitely sounded more tired than before. You have to be close!

/------------------

//: I decide to not burn myself again, seeing how it failed to do anything beyond hurt myself. However, I still launch yet another fire attack at the creature itself, hoping that I can burn it off with a direct assault. (End)

_(Roll Fire Magic, DC 12, anything above, damage)

(9+3=12)

(DM roll, DC 7)

(18)_

Though you summon up enough power for your spell, and feel like you can cast it, you shudder at the feeling of actually trying. Your body hurts so much, and you can feel like it won't be enough. You groan, trying to pull on something, anything...

And then you feel a tingle from inside.

Here!

Mastan reaches out with his own magic to help you, and you feel the fire morph into something a little different. A little stronger. Something with a little more...crackle.

A lightning bolt shoots out of your staff, and it burns and electrocutes the creature by turns. It pulls away from you immediately, leaving you half transformed.

_(Roll Wisdom, DC 13)

(2+4=6)_

You push against the transformation, but the corruption remains behind. You were hit by a master, after all, so it wasn't too surprising. Still, at least the transformation has left you gator from the nipples up, and goo from that point down; it could have been the neck down.

The master pulls back, gasping and heaving as much as a goo creature can, pulling away from you in his own pain.

"Good...gods...you should not be this powerful. You are but a boy. How..."

(Corruption +4)

/-------------------------------

//: "Hmm... I don't think that's really any concern of yours," I reply smugly, turning the creature's own words back at him. Mentally, however, I thank Mastan repeatedly and profusely for his help with the lightning spell. "Really, the only thing that's important here is if you yield, or if I have to blast you with more magic." (End)

The goo creature glares at you - as much as a block of jelly can glare - and it seems that he is definitely tempted to reach out and command the other slimes outside of the arena to come after you. After all, he is master of this place, and he could order them to destroy your weakened self...

But at the same time, he is bound by old treaties, things that he can't get out of. He groans, and slowly pushes a small stone out of his body. It inches across the ground towards you, a gray stone that will fit into your staff, a mark of your mastery of this particular realm of the labyrinth. It slots in easily when you pick it up, and you can feel your staff grow in power.

(Staff bonus, added)

The creature continues to shake as he tries to recover.

"So, you've gained one more stone...where will you go? To Fire? They will burn you away, in your body. And the others? They'll freeze and wash you away. And Purity?"

He makes a spitting motion, which essentially is just a block rocking back and forth.

"You'll be burned away before you make it to the center. They will not take corruption there..."

/--------------------------

//: "Well good, because I don't want any more corruption," I reply. "Anyways, before I head out for the white zone, any chance you're willing to come clean about what you wanted to get out for? Now that it doesn't matter and all?" (End)

The master of Transformation scoffs softly, but sighs.

"I wanted out. We masters can never leave. One managed it...a long time ago...but he was bound as soon as he was found out. Made into a teacher or something. I wanted to get out. To be a master and a shifter and a changer in the world. You humans...so stale...so malleable...I could have made a masterpiece of your kind. But I'm stuck HERE!"

His roar reverberates across the walls.

"Here! Where everything is possible and nothing is satisfying. Where magic is everywhere, when I can do whatever I want with a snap of my fingers and yet it means nothing! I want out! I want out, where what I do can matter, where it means something to the people it touches!"

He grows out of his cube shape, and slams his hand against the wall as he gets an arm. It collapses instantly, shattered into dust. He waves his arm around the walls, and they turn green as the zone you left, then purple, then red, then every other color of the rainbow. He gestures at the motes of dust in the air, and they briefly become dragons, firebreathing monsters. Then they become herds of unicorns. All proper sized.

And with a wave of his hand, they're gone.

"Beauty, power, majesty, change, and none of it matters! None of it! I'm in hell, and there's no way out!"

/---------------------------------------

//: I blink a couple of times at this, not really having expected it at all. "Well... that's not entirely true. One of you got out." Saying this I begin to walk in the direction of the white zone, ready to make my way out of this section of the maze. Before I completely leave though, I turn back and speak to him one last time. "You know, you might've convinced me to help you get out, if you'd just said that from the outset. I'm not heartless. Maybe you should try that for the next mage-to-be who comes through here. Goodbye." And with that, I make way for the third zone. (End)

The slimes step out of your way as you leave the arena, and with your conquest over the boss, you feel that the realm has become more friendly as well. At the very least, the walls aren't trying to trick you in the process of you walking around, and they're not snapping in and out of existence anymore. Of course, you feel that with your new body, you wouldn't have to worry so much about that, as long as your head wasn't stuck in it, but you still are thankful that it's being nicer.

Mastan is quiet in you as you walk away, and you are quiet as well, thinking about what happened. A minor student shouldn't know much about spells like this, nor be able to absorb the different bits of corruption out here. Hell, the way that he managed to alter your spell to turn it into a lightning bolt...what in the world was that about? That should have been nearly impossible.

You make your way there without being molested, and soon stand on the border of gray and white. Rather than a misty wall that you saw before, this seems like a wall of pure light, and your gooey half feels rather heated by standing near it, almost like you're standing too close to a fire.

This is probably going to hurt, Mastan tells you. For both of us...

Considering that he's been nearly fully corrupted before you found him - at least, judging from all the corruption he's picked up and the fact that he's a total slime - you can only imagine that's the case.

But...you have just one more stone to go. Then you can leave, you can get back to normal, and you never have to visit this place again. You look ahead, waiting for the wall to clear a bit, and bracing yourself for...well, whatever's on the other side. Nagas, slimes, gryphons; who knew what would be next?

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Ending Stats

_HP: 13/25

Strength: 10 (+0) Dexterity: 14 (+2) Constitution: 10 (+0) Intelligence: 18 (+4) Wisdom: 18 (+4) Charisma: 14 (+2)

Corruption: 22/30 (corruption is how far along you are to losing your base form to the ravages of magic. High wisdom slows this)

Libido: 5/40 (High libido affects magic as well as other actions. If it goes up, your ability to resist things gets harder, dice rolls get more difficult to make.)

-Fire spells: 3 -Healing spells: 2 -Transformation spells: 4 -Agility: 3 -Melee attack: 2 -Stealth: 4

Special Equipment:

-Student's Staff: A basic magical staff, adds +2 to magic spells. Has several slots to add new ability stones to._

To Be Continued