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The air sizzled as a lance of white-hot energy exploded violently past my left shoulder, I would like to say my response was dignified, that I dodged aside with a doe-like grace but what I actually did was yell, turn, run when it was too late anyway and catch my shoulder heavily against the corner of a stone wall.

Honestly, that unfortunate moment of clumsiness probably caused me to avoid the pale man's attack which thankfully, missed by some distance. The same cannot be said of the challenger who had just rounded the corner, no doubt summoned by the noise of battle.

The energy struck him heavily on one arm and he cried out in shock as the potent magic flooded his flesh. His arm very quickly gave way under the twisting energies and it began to shrink rapidly, the flesh turned green and his fingers became stubby and useless.

He spun back around the corner with a bitter curse, a sudden loud clatter suggested whatever he had been holding in that hand had fallen to the ground. 'A frog wand' I thought with a note of panic as I took the opportunity to get away, scrambling behind a jutting section of wall. I could imagine worse strangely but I still had no desire to get struck by it.

I glanced back, just for a moment from where I was hiding and allowed myself a few precious seconds to examine my surroundings. I was somewhere on the south-side of the arena behind a block of stone perhaps four meters long. I could see a half dozen watchers looking down on the chaos from above, sitting on terraced seats recessed from the arena. The whole structure was maybe only 100 meters wide though the insides were a labyrinth of walls and tunnels providing all the hiding places you could ask for.

I looked up to study the individuals dressed in silks and jewels staring down at the melee. Mostly rich mages it seemed, mostly perverts too. More than a few of them were clearly getting far too much enjoyment from the carnage down here.

Well...could you really call it carnage?

The Arena stood close to the Twilight Tower, the home of a powerful sorceress Emelia and her fanatical followers. The land was technically part of the Echo province but any attempt to try and test that claim ended with the soldiers captured and often thrown into this very arena. Really the Twilight Tower controlled this region and anyone who wandered into it was fodder for Emelia's whims regardless of what lines might say on a map.

I was stupid to stray so far north, I genuinely didn't realise until my party found itself on the banks of the Violet River. I knew I was screwed even before the Twilight Towers roaming constructs encountered my party.

I saw a burst of red suddenly fly up from the arena floor towards one of the spectators, it hit a previously invisible barrier causing a burst of purple light to spray across the heavens. A futile and pointless move that just gave away their position, still, each mistake my opponents made improved my chances of escaping. The Arena was seeded with all manner of traps and more importantly powerful magical wands; each imbued with some form of transformative magic and the first goal, if you intended to survive, had to be to find one.

In the centre of the arena was a circle of power that would teleport you into the forest just beyond the Twilight Tower's borders but it took 60 seconds to activate and lacked any cover at all. Once it was activated 3 times that was it, it was over. I wasn't sure what happened at that stage but it sounded like a bad idea to find out. Most wands would leave someone unable to fight if you managed to strike them enough times though they all varied in just how effective they were.

I studied my surroundings as I moved carefully, I swore quietly to myself and shook my head in anger. This was ridiculous! I was yet to find a weapon after significant searching. I could not avoid the others forever, in fact id had several close encounters already.

My plan of avoiding the others until I found a wand lasted until I turned the corner, almost running into Smidge, my caravan driver. He gave me a look of shock taking a half step back. "C...Captain" he said in a pained voice hesitating. Well, I didn't get where I was by being kind and took advantage of his momentary weakness by kneeing him in the stomach "Nothing personal" I said with more calmness than I felt and kicked his leg from beneath him. As he dropped I couldn't bring myself to smash my foot down on his head for the finishing blow, really this is the time I let sentimentality get to me? I made an angry noise, some mercenary captain I was.

I shook my head for a second "Sorry Smidge, I didn't choose the game" and I turned, starting to put some distance between us while returning to my scan for weapons.

I glanced back to see a lance of dull yellow lightning spark out from Smidges wand just as I was about to round a corner. I didn't even realise he had one or I would have taken it from him. I dived into a roll behind the wall but felt the magic hit me squarely on the ass.

The sensation was rather Intense. Warmth flowed into me and I could feel something swelling from the base of my tail bone. I didn't have time to check though, I had to get away, so I immediately scrambled to my feet and began to run. Unfortunately, I fell once more, as my pants got caught around my ankles. I gave a cry as I fell bashing my elbow against the ground. I paused for a second drawing breath through my teeth before looking back, my eyes widening in shock. Waving from my ass was an enormous fluffy vulpine tail. To make things worse the magic had vaporised most of the top of my pants causing them to fall.

I managed to grab 2 sections of frayed fabric and tied them quickly with a reef knot over the top of my tail. I could hear Smidges footsteps approaching quickly, it seemed his discomfort with attacking me had been diminished...who knows why. I managed to quickly climb to my feet and start running again, huge fluffy tail streaming behind me like a windsock.

A lot of the arena was just bits of wall and pillars, serving as cover rather than forming actual tunnels or mazes. This section was a little different though and I really was running down a corridor towards a distant junction. Smidge rounded the corner behind me and fired his wand. He shot off several beams of energy, all missed, although the last came close causing me to duck as it almost grazed the top of my head.

I turned a corner and took a moment to catch my breath. I could feel the blood pounding through my chest, my breath coming in ragged gulps. I ran a hand through my greasy hair to brush it from my eyes and swore. I grabbed my now pointed, fluffy ears and tugged, I guess Smidge hadn't 'almost' grazed me after all.

I allowed myself but a few moments before starting to run again. I looked like some kind of damn beast servant that some mages I knew favoured. Well to be honest this wasn't that bad, the same mages would be able to undo these enchantments should I escape.

I glanced back towards the corner as I ran and sure enough, just on cue, smidge appeared. I pushed myself forward with an extra burst of speed that honestly, I am not sure where I found. I ducked another burst of energy and turned to focus on where I was running, just as well as I noticed the pressure plate in front of me just in time. I clumsily widened my pace to avoid it...Fuck that could have been bad.

Maybe however, it was the stroke of luck I desperately needed. I ducked around another corner and waited, hoping Smidge might stand on the plate and if not, I could attempt an ambush and disarm him as he ran round the corner.

In the silence, I could hear his footsteps, in fact with my new vulpine ears I think my hearing had improved significantly. I found I could angle them to pick up specific sounds in a way I certainly could not before.

*Click* There was the noise I had been waiting for! I quickly rounded the corner hoping to see Smidge defeated but...he was still there, looking down with surprise. He looked up, saw me and immediately started to raise his wand taking a step forward, releasing the pressure plate. As soon as he raised his leg there was a massive burst of magic that flooded up from the ground around him. I had to shade my eyes as I tried to work out what was happening and prepared myself to dodge another blast from his wand.

The light faded but I could see the magic was already beginning to affect him. He stared down at his body which seemed to be slowly swelling. He was becoming bloated rather rapidly but not really in a fat way, it was all too smooth, the developing curves too perfect. He seemed to be losing some control of himself as if his muscles wouldn't work properly. I saw him drop the wand as his now pudgier fingers wouldn't fully respond to his wishes.

I approached him slowly not wanting to risk anything, his swollen face looked at me with fear "C...Captain help me" he said with urgency "Please, I'm sorry...y..know I wouldn't have done that if I didn't hab to"

His words were starting to distort along with his form. What I saw didn't really look human anymore and it seemed like he had very little control over his arms and legs. In fact, it wasn't really clear how he was still managing to stay upright as it seemed he should topple over.

I reached down and picked up his wand "You tried to turn me into a fox you bastard" I said a little coldly. He shook his head "Ib...s..sobby..c..cab..ten"

I blinked realising something very strange was happening to his skin. It seemed a little more matte, more consistent in colour without variation. It seemed like his clothing had merged with his skin, as if it was painted on.

His arms and legs at this stage were really just swollen lumps on a largely spherical body. It was starting to become clear why he didn't fall over as he was starting to gently float. He made an unpleasant burbling noise, not able to form words any more before a string launched up from the ground catching his ascending body.

I decided I didn't want to stay and watch Smidges last moments though who knows...he might still be alive in there, I wasn't a wizard. I was going to take my prize however, and get the hell out of there.

I moved quickly down the corridor paying a lot more attention to the ground beneath me in case there were more traps. I held Smidge's wand gingerly. I hadn't actually used one before so I was a little bit worried in case I managed to activate it and hit myself.

I turned another corner and found myself exiting the small maze section back into the main body of the arena. I looked around quickly unable to spot anyone obviously waiting to ambush me. Pausing for a moment, I crossed quickly to a piece of cover closer to the arena centre and then closer still to a wide pillar. I leaned around its edge to get a better look and scanned the area near the teleport circle.

Confident I was alone, I was about to take a step forward when I saw some flashes near the far wall. There was some shouting and a few more flashes. Suddenly, I heard a loud cry but part way through it seemed to lengthen into a loud, mournful low. It very much reminded me of a cow and the follow-up bellow confirmed it. Damn, I needed to stay away from there.

I judged that this was pretty much the furthest part of the arena from me, maybe they were the final competitors left. I moved as quickly as I could while trying to be stealthy. I reached the circle, looking around wildly. Perhaps I could activate before anyone came. My heart was beating like crazy, I was sure people would be able to hear the thumps and come running. My tail thrashrf wildly from side to side though I barely noticed, it had already started to feel so natural. I spun around nervously, fox wand held outstretched.

5 seconds passed, then 10, then 20. I really thought I had lucked out and was going to get away with it. So far nothing had happened to me that I couldn't deal with quite easily and really had I escaped like this would have counted this as a near total success.

Something hit me on the back of the head and I spun round to see a figure vanish back behind a pillar. A little part of me was proud that I had managed to keep silent and not attracted more attention. I held my wand out towards the edge of the stone wall though my hand was shaking. I was genuinely terrified of what the tingling running through my head signified. I mean of all the places to get hit that was surely the worst.

He popped his head out again but I managed to activate the wand sending a yellow coloured bolt of lightning in his direction and he disappeared back behind the wall before he could do anything.

Something tickled my neck and I squealed a little too loudly for comfort. I spun around, blasting my wand at my would-be attacker but no one was there. "W...What the" I gasped and stopped, clutching my throat. My voice had to have risen an octave or more sounding really rather girly. I realised suddenly that the thing that had brushed my ear was my hair. I grasped a clump and pulled it into view, it was soft and glossy; long, blonde and straight.

I was so caught up in examining the changes that I pretty much invited him to take another shot at me, and he did. I moved quickly to face him angry at myself for leaving such an obvious opening. How could I be so stupid?

The tingling from my back flowed around to my chest. I tried to ignore it, firing my fox wand several times towards him my ears swivelling to try and help me pin down his location, a blast caught him on his leg as he ducked back. He cried out in shock and I heard a dull thump as he stumbled into the wall. I held the wand nervously in his direction and glanced down to see my shoulders slimming significantly. "J..Just stay back, you can escape after I do" I cried, begging him to listen. I was having trouble dealing with the sound of my voice it was so...so feminine. It wasn't just the pitch or tone either it sounded different, composed I guess, despite the nervous tremble. It didn't really sound like me.

I let out a couple of blasts of my wand haphazardly at his hiding place, trying to pin him down. It couldn't be much longer now before the circle activated. I looked down and made an angry noise. I could see that my pecs were no more as they had swollen into a pair of small breasts but what really caught me out was that my leather jerkin was losing its definition, becoming softer and darker. Soon the jerkin seemed more like black soft silk, tightly stretched around my still swelling breasts. It was developing frills too splitting down the centre as a series of small black buttons popped into existence one at a time.

My opponent seemed to be struggling as well as he tried to lean around the barrier. I could tell that his vulpine leg was far smaller than his human one and he was having to lean against the wall to keep his balance. I fired a few blasts in his direction but my swelling chest was rubbing against the tight fabric and I would be lying if I didn't say it was extremely distracting. Suddenly, he leapt, rolling along the ground firing a couple of blasts towards me and I returned several at him.

I am sorry to say, I failed to dodge any of his blasts, I blame pure, blind luck but I did catch him directly on the head before he could scramble back behind cover. As he rolled, I could see that one of his legs was not much larger than that of an actual fox, to all intents and purposes he was missing a limb.

I heard him stumble and fall behind the cracked stone wall and I fired a rapid barrage of energy in his direction trying to keep him there. I was panting and let out a nervous laugh...I just absorbed a lot of energy from his wand and I knew I was in trouble. The black material that tightly cupped my still developing bosom was starting to merge with my trousers becoming a single piece. Staying alert was becoming a challenge as I was under constant assault from emotional and physical sensations. I could feel my thighs swelling below my pants as they rubbed gently against the softening material.

I was trying my best to ignore my transformation but it was almost impossible, my whole form was swelling in the wrong places, my waist was pinching and my limbs were losing their hard earned muscle. Perhaps worst was how the silky material constantly shifted against my plumping nipples and my pants pushed against my cock. It was ridiculous, I was fighting for survival launching lance after lance of yellow lightning at a half fox-man and there I was, standing full mast.

I saw a fluffy ear jut out from behind the stone and fired a few more lances, it disappeared quickly but honestly, I could have been seeing things, I was almost hysterical at this point.

Suddenly heels erupted up from the back of my shoes and the legs of my pants merged together into a tube, I was not expecting this and unbalanced falling backwards. I landed on my ass with a cry twisting my ankle slightly. My landing was...cushioned in a way that made my shocked cry transition to one of frustration. One hand rubbing my ass, I watched as my new 'skirt' started to grow shorter, the whole thing flaring out into a bell shape and gaining a frilled, ruffled edge.

I glanced up as my attacker rolled out from behind the stone again and I started laughing despite myself, I couldn't help it, don't get me wrong, it was tinged with terror but as I raised my hand from my seated position, I couldn't help but pause to examine his twisted form. His head...well I got it good. From the neck up he had been completely transformed. It looks particularly ridiculous because his head was now too small for his human body and he yipped angrily at me as he fired out another lance of energy.

It struck me cleanly in the chest as my own caught him in the shoulder. The energy surging through me made everything jiggle which caused my cheeks to immediately flush. My chest at this point seemed enormous, it was somewhere a little over a D cup and very sensitive. The silk that sat over my chest began to flow down my arms forming black, silk sleeves, again developing a series of ruffles at the end. As odd as it was to say, part of me felt rather uncomfortable, not because I was wearing an obvious dress but because it was somehow incomplete. I tried to scramble to my feet ignoring this but the sensations were so intense. I continued to try to fire suppressing bolts of energy to keep him behind cover, surely the circle would activate soon.

He disappeared behind the pillar clutching at his shoulder, probably just as well because the next thing that happened was my cock started to shrink. It's hard to explain just how weird that felt but I pretty much immediately lost my footing and collapsed with a loud moan. All the sensations, all the arousal was being focused into a smaller and smaller area and as it shrunk, to my shame, I found myself rubbing my crotch pretty roughly through the dress. What I must have looked like to people watching I do not know but there I was, in the middle of a life and death battle, moaning lewdly with a voice that was not mine and masturbating for all to see.

It would have been nice if my other changes could have let me cum before continuing but my legs were getting encased in bright white nylons appearing in patches before knitting together across my legs. My opponent had popped his head back out from behind the wall but I really was not in a state to oppose him. The fox didn't seem to know what to do either though...he just stared at me, his little black eyes wide. He was panting a little, saliva dripping from his mouth...was...was he playing with himself?

I looked up to the stands through a haze of lust and I could see he wasn't the only one. I was right in the middle of the arena, in plain view of the whole audience and they were clearly enjoying my plight. At least half the audience were either openly masturbating or rubbing their crotches.

Finally my cock dwindled to but a nub and shifted to form my new clit, my pussy wasn't far behind as a drenched opening formed painlessly just a moment later. The sensations had been threatening to overwhelm me for some time and with this change, I could take it no longer. The world faded to white, as I cried out uncontrollably in orgasm. Juices flooded down my dress and for some reason this bothered me quite a bit or it would if it was not buried beneath the avalanche of sensation.

I tried to struggle to my feet but barely got to one knee when I was suddenly surrounded by a white glow. More accurately the circle was surrounded by a white glow, running around its runed edges. The fox also seemed to realise what was happening and fired off a final blast of magic. I was in no state to evade and the magic wrapped around me, embracing me in a warm, glowing light. When the light faded I found myself wearing a long apron tied in place with an enormous bow. I could feel something resting tightly around my head too. I had been suspicious for a while but it seemed the fox had a maid wand. I guess in some ways, I was kind of lucky, compared to toads, foxes, and cows, this seemed harmless.

The light of the circle suddenly pulsed bright, blocking out vision completely. The pulse lasted less than a second before vanishing leaving me kneeling in a forest...probably the same forest I had been captured in. I quickly climbed to my feet and brushed myself down. I spat in my hand and started rubbing it into a mark on my nylon stockings, deeply unhappy that they had been dirtied. It really was important to keep one's clothes in pristine condition.

Wait

I was free. I paused and let myself give a small cheer as it sunk in! Okay so I didn't escape without consequence but at least I escaped human! I glanced at my tail for a second, Okay, mostly human. Sure being a girl was not where I wanted to take my life and this clothing was, well actually, I kind of liked it. The frills were cute and it was tailored well, I was confident it was pretty eye catching! I was sure I could find a mage to fix all this later but for now it was not so vexing.

I started moving through the forest looking for a clearing to rest in. I took careful, dainty steps, not wanting to damage or unnecessarily dirty my shoes. I found myself humming cheerfully, glancing around looking for signs of danger.

The light was starting to fade a little when I saw it, a dull red glow just up ahead. There was someone camping there! Someone that could probably help me, and with this forest being so dangerous maybe I could help them too! I quickly started moving in that direction.

I merged out into the clearing panting a little and the young man sitting alone at the fire looked at me most surprised. I allowed myself a small giggle, I must have made quite the impression appearing like this, certainly he was rather unashamedly taking in the view. I took two steps forward intending to give thanks and asking him to take me in. I carefully took hold of the edges of my skirt and lowered my knee in a curtsy. Smiling warmly, I spoke.

"Please." I said "How can I serve you, Master"