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Transmutation Tournament Finals

For Nataraj

By Draconicon

Jeraj could hardly believe that he'd made it so far through the Transmutation Tournament, but the proof was in his transformed opponents locked in chains along the walls of the school arena. Nearly a quarter of them had been transformed through his spells and efforts, and though he was more than a little tired after a full day of magic duels, he knew that he was right at the edge of success.

As the men and women transformed writhed and wriggled, their body parts either outsized or undersized, their genitals shifted, disappeared, or enhanced, their clothing to a one ripped off, he looked past them to the far side of the arena. There, standing on the other pedestal behind the wrought-iron gate, was his last opponent.

He narrowed his eyes at Bakar, and could tell that the mouse was doing the same time him from his far-off position. The pair of them stared at one another with all the ferocity that either had left after the long day, and he knew that the mouse was pulling together all the different spells and counterspells that he knew for the upcoming bout.

Jeraj thought about his own. He tended to specialize in growth-based spells, working to slow down an opponent so that he could bring their final doom down in one big spell at the end. With someone as naturally small as Barak, that would be more difficult; he'd have to grow things at a more rapid rate and with more energy to get the same effect. And considering that the mouse was better at the transmutation of clothing...

Suddenly I'm regretting the tighter suit...

With the robes that the mouse wore, any of the fox's spells would be useless; the robes of the university were meant to be discarded at a moment's notice, whereas his own suit, tight and clinging to the body to distract people, would hardly have the same advantage.

Okay...gonna have to keep him off-balance, and hope that I can trap him quickly.

The fox took a few deep breaths, shuffling from one shiny shoe to another on his pedestal. This last fight would determine the champion of the year, and more than that, it would determine the honors and cash awards for those that graduated later in the year. He was not going to hand that advantage over to a rich mouse, not when he had worked this hard to get this far.

Trumpets sounded, and he looked up to the balconies that ringed the round arena. Bright robed officials in gold and silver - the administration and the teachers of the school, respectively - came out with their staff and their servants, each of them picking a separate box for themselves. The headmaster, a red-eyed bear, took the box to Jeraj's left, near the midpoint of the arena's edge, and spoke. His voice carried to every ear due to a spell to his throat, one that every student quickly learned to be heard in the spacious school.

"Ladies and gentlemen, we have reached the final round of the yearly Transmutation Tournament, and what a game this year has been. I haven't seen such inventive Transmutation since...well, last year, but that was a special case, heh."

Fox and mouse both narrowed their eyes at the headmaster, but said nothing. Everyone remembered the winner from last year's tournament. Rumors were that he had used dragon cum to make himself more powerful before the start of the games, and had continued to dose himself since then to maintain his image as the 'most powerful' Transmutation mage around.

Jeraj would have liked to show that lizard a thing or two. Power was one thing, but so was technique, and he was sure that he was better at that than any pervert that had come through here in the past.

The headmaster continued, and the fox put the annoyance out of his head to listen.

"At any rate, we have arrived at the final round. You all know the stakes; transform whatever you can in order to win. You can transform your clothing, the parts of the arena, even each other to give yourself an edge. The one that can drive their opponent to climax first is the one that will be granted the win, and the one that will carry the honor of our university forward into the future."

Jeraj nodded. The rules for the earlier rounds simply stated that the mage that got the other person to give up first was the one that would win, whether they got the other to give up due to excitement or exhaustion being up to them. This, though...

The fox didn't know why the rules were different for this one. Some said that it was down to the first headmaster being a slutty dragon that just liked to see big dicks and fat asses, but who really knew the story? All that mattered was that it was tradition at this point, and there was no breaking tradition.

Jeraj stepped down from his pedestal as the judges gestured for him to do so, walking up to the iron gate in front of him. Bakar had done the same, the robed mouse loosening his clothes as he readied himself. The fox stretched his arms over his head, tugging his gloves loose and tucking them into his pocket.

This is going to be interesting.

"Of course, before we start..."

Come on...

"Before we start, I must introduce a guest judge, someone that's eager to see just how far our students have come this year."

The fox blinked. A guest judge? There'd been no warning about that. He turned his head towards the far side of the arena, at the one empty box. There was some light from the hallway behind it, someone stepping inside. Not particularly tall, but with a sway in their walk that seemed almost undeniable, inevitable, exuding a confidence that he hadn't seen since...

Oh, you're kidding me...

The silhouette stepped into the light, revealing a green and yellow lizard that grinned at the crowd. They shouted and cheered as soon as he was revealed, and cheered louder as he shamelessly mounted the railing in his viewing box. He was...naked...and shook his ass a few times before sitting down again.

Jeraj just groaned. It was the former champion, the same one that he had been hoping to show up.

Well, now I get to show him what real technique means, I guess, he thought as the headmaster continued.

"Nataraj has agreed to come back to judge out competition just to make sure that it's still up to the same standards as his year. As our thanks, we've allowed him the right to interfere in the match, transforming either our competitors or the arena itself if it suits his needs to challenge you more."

His eyes went wide. That was completely unfair; it meant that whoever the lizard liked more would be the one to win, and since he liked perverts...and guys with big dicks...

He looked across the arena, staring at Bakar. The mouse was looking back at him, smirking.

God damnit...

The idea of growing the mouse's genitals and pinning him down under their own sexual weight had just gone right out the window. If he tried something like that, all he'd accomplish would be to turn the mouse into eye candy for the former champion. He needed to think of something else.

"With that settled, let the match...begin."

The headmaster clapped, surrounding the viewing boxes and aisles with a shield of raw energy for their own protection. For Jeraj and Bakar, there was no hesitation.

The fox swung his hand forward, bright white light shooting from his fingertips. The bars on the iron gate warped, turned to giant snakes, and he leaped on top of them to be carried through. The slithering motion would have thrown most people off-balance, but he'd practiced this spell a hundred times. He knew what he was doing.

Carried forward on a slithering flood of giant snakes, he was met by the mouse's warping living metal, the gate itself coming to life and wrenching itself from its bindings. It shaped itself like a rolling harp, carrying itself in looping, rolling motions, with the mouse kick-running along the top of it to keep his own balance.

"Let's see what you can do, fox!"

"Yeah? Keep your balance up there with feet to match your ego!"

He pointed his hand towards the mouse, leading him for a few seconds before shooting five darts of white light. Two missed, but the other three hit their targets.

He grinned as the mouse started twitching, dancing between one foot and another. They were already growing, the toes leaping forward, lunging across the metal, and the sole followed. They widened, too, the rodent's feet getting thicker and thicker until he could only stand with one foot on the rolling metal gate at a time.

Just as he'd hoped, the mouse lost his balance, falling off. The gate itself continued rolling, living but dumb, and hit the edge of the arena.

That'll buy me some time, at least.

Jeraj leaped off the pile of snakes, sending them slithering towards Bakar's fallen body. The mouse's feet were still growing, already more than two feet long, and getting longer. Bakar struggled to get up, and the fox was already considering his next attack; the snakes wouldn't be enough, and he needed something new.

What else, what else?

"Well, this is different. Tentacles and big feet. I think that the poor mouse deserves an equalizer."

Nataraj's statement was followed with a blast of light that was just off-white, almost cum-colored. It slammed into the fox from behind, knocking Jeraj off his feet and sending him rolling through the sandy floor. He came to a thumping stop at one of the small dunes of dust, groaning.

As soon as he stood up again, he yelped, dancing from one foot to another. The slightest pressure on the bottom of his feet hit him with an intense blast of tickling, something that had him giggling no matter how short a time his feet touched the ground. It was like they were being tickled by the insides of his shoe, as if a hundred tiny feathers just burst into being the second that there was any pressure along the underside.

The lizard was laughing in his box.

"Oh gods, you actually got hit by that? I was just playing around. Didn't anyone ever tell you that the first rule of magic is to not get hit by it?"

He glared at the lizard between giggles, desperately jumping from one foot to another. His feet were being tormented by the tickles, all while Bakar was working through the snakes around him. More than half had already been transformed, turned into either rope or spears, and he doubted that he'd like what those would do next.

Can't do anything when I'm stuck like this. Gotta...gotta get rid...

With a whimper that turned into an uproarious giggle, the fox planted one foot on the ground and grabbed the other. He fiddled with his laces for a few seconds before ripping the shoe right off, throwing it over his shoulder and shoving his bare foot back into the sand. The other followed, and he was relieved of the tickles, though left more than a little breathless.

He was already at a disadvantage, and the mouse knew it. The fox cast his hands about himself, sweeping up the sand into a rough shape. A little more magic added the clockwork gears to keep it aloft, and he turned it into a floating shield, one that would follow around behind him. It wasn't a guarantee, but hopefully it would keep the lizard from backstabbing him quite so easily again.

By the time he was done, Bakar was back on his feet, holding a cluster of spears in one hand and a rope in the other. It turned into a whip a split second later, white going to black, and the end looking a bit...different. Not tipped with a rough leather, but with something else, like a small needle.

"What are you plotting, mouse?" he whispered under his breath.

They circled each other, the fox running his hands together, letting his energy build up for a proper spell. He didn't know what he would use yet, but he knew that he had to take some of the advantage back. Those spears didn't look good, and neither did the -

Crack!

Bakar's whip lanced through the air at him, cracking just by his shoulder. There was a pinprick of pain, just enough to feel like someone had bitten or pinched him, and then the whip was gone. He groaned, cupping one hand along the injury point.

"What did you...do..."

The fox gasped, heat already spreading through his body from the impact point. It was not what he had expected; not an injury, but a deliberate injection of an aphrodisiac. He bit his lip, biting back the moans as his cock started throbbing to life in his sheath, coming out and pushing against the front of his pants in an obvious sign of arousal.

Bakar smirked, and Jeraj wanted nothing more than to punch the mouse's face in.

"Oh, look at that. A little bit of horny venom. Come on, couldn't you do better than that? Here, let me show you how it's done."

This time, it was Bakar that was tormented, and though Jeraj would have liked to be the one to deliver the torture, he had to give credit to the lizard.

As the cum-colored light hit the mouse from behind, the silken ties that hung from the robe turned into a double-ended tentacle, two openings that were drooling goo suddenly twisted tight around the mouse's middle. Bakar screamed, trying to slap them away, but it was too late as one end slithered into the front of his robe, and one into the back.

Much as he would have liked to have capitalized on the weakness of his opponent, the fox was an honorable mage. He did nothing as the tentacle snake thing pushed its way into the mouse's robes, fishing out the rodent's cock. One end dropped down on it like a sucking whore, while the other -

"GAAAAH!"

Slammed itself up the mouse's asshole. The fox covered his mouth, hiding his own chuckles as the rodent jumped around, frantically trying to pull the snake tentacles off of him.

All the while, Nataraj sighed.

"Oh, come on. It's barely more than a c-snake. It's not even trying to infest you, just arouse you. If you can't de-spell that, you aren't ready to graduate."

The lizard was probably right, but it was still an insult to both of the two competitors. They had been struck by his spells without warning, and it wasn't something that they were trained for, keeping an eye on a third person in the arena.

Bakar and Jeraj shared a look as the mouse wrenched the tentacle snake off his cock, and then out of his ass. Whatever they felt for each other, they were both ready to rip the lizard a new one. The winner would just have to do it.

They went back to circling each other, and this time, Jeraj broke the stalemate. He leaped forward, slapping the ground with his magic. The sand turned to slime, and he slid across the ground faster than he could have run. One spear went over his head, leaving him one more to grab as he slid between the mouse's legs.

"What kind of terror did you make this time, Bakar?"

"Just a little toy. Why don't you take it up your ass?"

"Why don't you take it up yours?"

He swung the blunted point towards the mouse, and scored a hit. Bakar slid forward, slamming down into the ground as he desperately tried to grab for the spear with hands and tail.

And for good reason, the fox realized.

The spear point was melting into the mouse's robes, melting through the clothes and binding itself with the rodent's rump. And from there, it was spreading further, melting down and covering the mouse's brown fur with a black latex, covering his rounded rump and spreading up his tail, running along his hips and down his legs -

"GAH!"

And into his stretched ass, apparently. Jeraj shook his head; he was lucky that he'd been missed by that one.

"You're going to lose if you just stay there, fox. Why don't you just -"

The fox wasn't about to let himself get hit with another spell. Instead of staying in the same place, he started running, his floating shield drifting along behind him. He saw his shadow extend, the spell almost upon him -

CRASH!

And it hit the shield. The explosion of energy still sent him flying, though, leaving him flopped out over another sand dune.

This is getting ridiculous...

He rolled over, his eyes going wide. The clockwork shield had been transformed, alright, but not into anything that he wanted to see. It was like a helicopter mixed with a fucking machine, with four different phalluses hanging down, and three of them already pistoning in his direction.

"Nope. How about all the nopes?"

The fox leaped to his feet, channeling more of the white magic through his soles. The ground turned to slime wherever he touched, and he kicked off, skating away from the horny machine that seemed all too intent on impaling him with its toys.

He looked back at Bakar. The mouse had managed to halt the latex before it could wrap around his cock, but he was still a ridiculous mix of black and brown. The black had covered his legs from thighs to knees, and had run down the back even further to his heel. Some of it had gone around his middle, too, forcing him to take off his robe to avoid further contamination.

At least he's naked and I'm not, the fox thought, even as he still panted a bit from the aphrodisiac in his system. His cock was still swollen, still needy, and as the mouse picked up the whip, it was clear that more could hit him soon.

Gotta find a way to end this. Just...gotta.

Bakar was following him, spinning in place slowly, and Jeraj was keeping on the move, tightening his circling spiral and getting closer and closer to the mouse. Whoever made the first move was likely to win; if he charged in when Bakar wasn't ready, he could close the distance too quickly for the mouse to use the whip, but if he misjudged things, he could end up sending himself right into striking range and get overdosed on the aphrodisiac, which could end the battle for him real quick.

And that would be difficult enough to judge without a whirring sex machine right on his tail.

The fox pulled his tail up close as he slime-skated through the former sand, feeling some of it squelching between his toes as it got thicker and thicker. The latex-covered mouse kept turning, following him, staring at him. It was getting more and more -

Then Bakar lifted his hand.

"Oh, shit..."

The fox tried to turn, but it was too late. The mouse loosed his own magic - white tinted with green - and it knocked the fox right off his feet. He went rolling across the sand, the flying sex machine shooting past him before turning around.

By the time he got back to his feet, he realized what had happened, and was panting as a result.

That son...of...a...bitch...

The insides of his underwear had turned to writhing, living cloth, rearranging itself into a thong and using the extra mass to push out as fingers around his waistband. His pants were gradually being pushed off, wriggled off his body, and by the time he stood up again, he had been stripped. His pants fell to his ankles, and he had to get back to skating again, running away from the flying sex machine.

The crowd laughed at him as he ran around in a thong, his cock forced forward so that it pointed into the lacy thing, making him drip right into it. It was constantly stroking him, teasing him, encouraging him to get harder and harder. He was already swollen, and his knot was starting to form.

Nataraj laughed in the stands.

"Oh, looks like we have some backbone in one of the contestants after all. Or at least a boner in the panties."

The fox blushed, feeling his cock throbbing more and more with each passing second. He had a matter of minutes to turn this around, and with most of his magic going into keeping him out of reach of the sex chopper behind him, he knew that he had more problems than he could easily deal with. He had to either get rid of the sex chopper, or use it for himself.

That said...

It's chasing me, but...if I can get close to Bakar...

He turned, going in a straight line towards the mouse. It was hard to keep up his speed with his thong being pulled tight into his ass, rubbing against his hole, and the feeling of his cock being thrust side to side, grinding against soaking cloth, was not helping either. He panted hard, his hips twitching, wanting to hump.

The mouse waited for him, already pulling the whip back, ready to use it as soon as he got in range. Jeraj held one hand out a bit, his fingers twitching, trying to summon enough magic for this.

This will be close...

A bit closer, the chopper getting faster, getting quicker. It was right on his ass, maybe five feet behind and slowly closing. It wanted ass. It wanted ass badly.

A bit closer...twenty feet...ten feet...

Crack!

The whip lashed out, arcing towards him so fast that one could have mistaken it for a snake. The fox didn't shift course. Instead, he reached out for it, his fingers grasping for the end...

And he caught it.

Before the needle could sink into his palm, he cast his spell. He didn't transform the whip, because that would have been nearly impossible. It would have required overwriting the other mage's magic, and that would have taken more power than he could turn from his skating. Instead, he just...reversed it.

The grip of the whip appeared in his hand, and the needle -

"GAH!"

Was in the mouse's tight fist.

As Bakar hit the ground, squeezing his wrist and sporting an erection that was bigger than one would have expected from a rodent, the fox went sliding by. He leaped around the naked mouse and kicked him from behind, sending him sprawling out in the sand. The floating sex machine flew over, paused, and then - to the fox's greatest relief - turned around.

It gripped Bakar with mechanical arms around the waist, settling in like a bug on his ass. The mouse screamed, trying to pull away -

THUNK!

The first thrust buried a full ten inches of fake cock in the mouse's ass, almost lifting him right off his feet. He gasped, his body shaking, his muscles spasming from the sudden invasion of his hole, but all that Bakar could do was shake, his body under the influence of the aphrodisiac and finally getting a fucking to go with it.

Jeraj panted as he flopped over, finally losing his balance and slipping into the slime. Exhaustion was catching up with him, as was his own arousal. His hips twitched, humping into the thong he wore, grinding his dick right into the transparent, slippery front that felt like it was trying to squeeze and suck his seed right out of his dick. It took all of his willpower to not succumb.

Go on, Bakar, he thought at the pinned, fucked mouse. Just cum already...cum and end this...

He looked up at the viewer boxes. Nataraj was leaning over, looking down at them consideringly. The lizard could end this either way with one spell, and neither fox or mouse could actually stop him if he wanted to interfere. Jeraj waited, dreading the decision.

Seconds later, the lizard shook his head.

"You're both rather weak; I was hoping for a better show than this, but I suppose that I was expecting more than what either of you could deliver."

The competitors groaned. Jeraj slowly pulled himself to his feet, doing the one sensible thing that he could think to do. Shucking off the thong and leaving himself naked from the waist down, he looked up at the lizard. He shook his head, and then flipped him the middle finger.

"Asshole!"

His shout echoed through the arena. The crowd gasped at his defiance of the former champion, but the gasp was soon overwhelmed by the moans coming from the mouse. Jeraj didn't have to look around to know that his competitor was about to lose it. He was safe. He was safe.

As the mouse spilled his load, the lizard looked down at him with his head cocked to the side, almost as if curious.

"Asshole?"

'Yeah, you are an asshole. Do I have to spell it out further?"

"Why don't you do just that?"

"You cheated, you fucked up this match, you made it so there's always going to be doubt whether I won this or not. You keep looking down on all of us. How the hell are you anything but an asshole?"

"You keep on using that word. I don't think it means what you think it means."

"What, asshole? Asshole, asshole, asshole, you're a fucking asshole!"

"Heh, I don't think you understand."

The lizard smiled, his hands rising as a new spell was readied. Jeraj's eyes went wide, the fox realizing that he had completely overstepped the line in his anger. He turned, trying to run, but the spell was already airborne, already flying towards him.

And this time, he had no shield to take it.

The spell hit him right in his exposed rump, taking him off his feet one more time. This time, he spun around in mid-air, managing to land on his ass rather than on his face, but as he hit the ground, he realized that it was more...plush than it had been. The fox blushed, reaching around, feeling himself.

Oh...shit...

His ass was growing, alright, and it was growing fast. He had never had a very big one; it had always been a feature that was flatter than most of his species, less curved and attention grabbing despite what his classmates had tried to do to it. It had been easy to stuff into pants, and had helped him stay less slutty than the stereotype of his species demanded.

But that was gone now.

Already, his ass was about as round and curvy as a vixen's, and it wasn't done growing. He could feel it pressing out, rounding out against his fingers, his initial grip going from a simple press to gripping and digging his fingers into it in less than a second. He stood up, shocked at the sheer weight that was dangling under his tail now, and blushed as he felt it bouncing, shaking.

"What...what are you doing?!"

"You called me an asshole, and I think you deserve a finer one than you have," the lizard said. "What's bigger and better than a horse's ass, anyway?"

The fox blushed worse as he felt his rump growing out, adding to his hips as much as his backside. It felt like he had pound after pound being added back there, the sheer muscle and fat being magically pumped into his backside making it feel like something utterly impossible. His cheeks burned as his ass cheeks started to feel more sensitive, too, as if they were cursed to enjoy it.

But worst of all was what was slowly pushing between.

The fox shivered as he felt his pucker pushing out, no longer flat and going in the way that it had always been, but rather slowly pushing out into a fleshy, puffy donut of skin that showed between his bigger ass cheeks. The way that they bounced every time he moved reminded him of where it was, reminded him of how visible it would be.

He shifted his weight from one foot to another, helpless but to stand under the audience and let them see the consequences of his defiance. He blushed as his ass grew, his hole twitched, and...and...

"Mmmph..."

His hands curled into fists as the urge to play with his new pucker filled him, a heat burning under his tail like nothing he had ever felt before. The fox sank to his knees, then to all fours, gasping and shaking as his body was lit from within with the need to get fucked.

It was so...so new, so different from everything that he had done before. He was already rocking his ass back against an invisible cock, half-wishing that there really was someone to fuck him. He bit his lips, keeping his mouth shut so that he didn't say that, but his needs were already changing, already growing, turning him from a rare fox top to a common fox bottom, with a big horse ass.

The lizard was descending to the arena, his lips turned up in a mocking grin. His nude state made his arousal clear as he formed steps out of sand and stone, flagrantly showing himself off.

"I thought that people might start learning to take advantage of things a bit more, but nooo. You're still playing with honor and mercy and all those little things. Come on, you know what makes you powerful?"

"Nnngh...dragon...cum," the fox grunted out as the lizard approached.

"No, that's just a fun thing to enjoy. No, you have to try everything. You can't be shy. You can't hold back. You just do every perverted thing that comes into your mind. You try every dirty trick, just to see if it works. That's how you move ahead. That's how you win."

The fox shivered, panting hard as the lizard's large feet came to a stop just in front of him. He knew that he was in worse trouble than Bakar; at least the mouse would have his transformations reversed at the end of this. Jeraj, on the other hand, had been cursed and transformed after his win; that was up to him to pay for, up to him to find someone to fix it.

And considering the sheer power of the lizard, that was unlikely.

Nataraj put a foot on his head, slowly nudging the fox further down, forcing him to shove his ass further up in the air. There was nothing that Jeraj could do to stop it; all he could do was go along until he was face-down in the dirt.

"Maybe I should take over as teacher. I think it's time that people learned how to fight properly with transmutation."

"Hmmph."

The deep sound of someone clearing their throat echoed in a way that nobody's voice should have in the arena. The lizard's foot suddenly stopped pushing down, and Nataraj...yelped. The fox lifted his head, still panting through the rush of pleasure that was running through his body, trying to see what had happened.

His eyes went wide as he spotted a feral dragon perched on the edge of the arena, holding the lizard by the tail with one set off foreclaws. Nataraj's cheeks had gone red, and he whimpered as the dragon spoke.

"I wondered why my balls had been so empty after that long nap...Did you think there would be no consequences for that, little lizard?"

Despite everything, despite his big ass and the punishments he had taken, despite the humiliations, despite the mystery of the dragon and what would happen next...

Jeraj smiled. At least Nataraj was in trouble for once.

The End