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“The Ring Bare-ers"

It was nearing sunrise already; it seemed to be the latest side effect as Pyrebeard jolted awake at the slightest hint of the sun, he was already aware of Malmur's excessive hatred of the natural ball of light. But having to live with it for months now, since the sorcerer's apparent demise and it was getting to be too much for him. He huffed and grunted, and turned over on his cot, trying to ignore the blasting radiant light now eminently would begin piercing the shutters of his room. He was already dripping in sweat and in a grunt of frustration he sat up in his bed.

The inn was still quiet, those that weren't still drinking were likely sleeping it off, and those that had fallen asleep on their own were still well in their own dreamlands. “Can't believe you don't like the sun..." He muttered to himself as he hopped out of his bed and began to look for his shaving mirror.

“It's not that I hate the sun, dear." The familiar voice echoed in Pyrebeard's mind. “It's just that as an unholy abomination, my skin would rather catch fire than touch it."

Pyrebeard seated himself in front of his mirror, gazing at his bald head and hairless features. Unconsciously scanning his skin for any hair, he extracted a knife and began to deftly swat away anything he could see, leaving it smooth as a baby dwarf's bottom. He sighed as he gazed into his reflection; “Tell me, Malmur...what is it about these features that arouses you so? How is it you not enjoy a full head of hair, a proud dwarven beard?"

“I have never been a dwarf..." Malmur's voice echoed through Pyrebeard's mind as the sensation of something gently stroking his bald head began to overwhelm him. He groaned as he leaned back in his seat, feeling those invisible fingers caressing over the top of his scalp it was as if the sorcerer's fingers were physically touching every inch of his skin. “And I've been incapable of growing my own hair or beard for over a century...but you know that already, don't you, my dear one?"

Pyrebeard was fortunate he was naked, Malmur's touch was enough to not only make him hard immediately, but also to begin dripping precum that traveled down his crotch to his underside, dripping onto his chair. “Fffffuck, I ain't even dressed yet." He panted, his fingers trailing over his nipples.

“You were the one who asked... now... go to the bed, love."

Pyrebeard was almost not in control of himself as he rose to his feet again and climbed onto the soft, plush bed before almost instantly being thrown face down into the pillowy mattress. He huffed as he was pressed into the bed and he could feel those strange hands...or at least some sort of impression of them, stroking over his scalp. Waves of pleasure rippling through him as his touch moved down and stroked across his cheeks and his chin, he gasped out loud as he felt...'something' like a pressure against his ass, pushing into him as he felt himself being physically molested by the estranged spirit. “Oh what're you doin' now? This is new." He moaned as the hands continued to slide down the dwarf's muscular torso, which was now hairless as part of his newest fetish. He felt hands grip his hips, but when he reached down, he could feel no one there. A strong thrust nearly thumped him into the bed as the hands glided back to his scalp and back down again. He could feel Malmur touching him both inside and out and suddenly he was rolled over onto his back. He was resting against his blankets, and yet somehow still being fucked by something he couldn't see. “Gods! Fuck sakes! What're you d-doing to me?!"

“Whatever you desire." Malmur's voice purred as he pressed in deep. Again, and again as the invisible hands traveled from scalp to body. Back and forth as Pyrebeard's cock began to twitch and leak profusely. “Don't tell me you don't enjoy this..." He hissed in Pyrebeard's ear. “And this could be the beginning of things, imagine if I had a body; a new body to pleasure you with. You would enjoy that wouldn't you?"

“Y...-yes..." Pyrebeard moaned louder.

“Then you will help me rebuild my fortress, and you will get your party to help us with it..."

“But...but they are free men, why would they--ahh!" He gasped. He could almost feel Malmur's warm breath on his neck.

“Surely you can ask them for help. Surely you inspire that respect, do you not my love?" Pyrebeard could feel Malmur deep inside him now. He was trembling, on the verge of cumming, and yet...not quite over the edge. He could feel that same tingle as Malmur's words rang in his mind.

“Yes...yes I'm sure I could." He relented at last.

Malmur let out a roar of pleasure, and whatever he felt did the trick as he let out a howl of his own and began to cum thick, juicy ropes of cum all over his stomach and torso. Shaking as Malmur's hands continued to pleasure every inch of him, the feeling of his warm, wet tongue sloshing over his bald scalp making his toes curl. As he settled down he felt the sorcerer's spirit sort of wrap up around himself. “Tomorrow, send two of your men out to search for resources in possibly building my fortress again, would you dear?"

“Mmm...yes...I suppose that could be arranged."

“I have a couple of presents for them..." There was a warmth in the dwarf's hand and he looked to see two rings had materialized in his palm. “Have them wear these for their journey, it will help quicken the pace..."

“Only two of them? What would that accomplish?"

A dark chuckle emanated from the part of his mind with Malmur's voice. “Oh quite a lot, actually..."

Ruberg turned over on his cot, only to find his nose pressing firmly against the soles at the bottom of a pair of thick, large and hairy dwarven feet. Immediately, he gagged and threw his face back, covering his nostrils from the smell and giving off a ghastly gagging noise as he did so. Keng roused and sat up to see the man reeling back. He leaned forward and rubbed his toes indignantly. “Oy, your whiskers tickle." He said. “What's the deal sniffin' an old dwarf's feet Ruberg?"

“I wasn't sniffing them!" He replied angrily. “What the fuck are you doing sticking them in my face? You're a dwarf, you shouldn't even be this far down your bed."

“Well maybe you shouldn't have your bed this close to mine then!" Keng shouted back.

“Maybe we'll get a little more sleep if you two would just shuuuut up!!!" Bauber shouted from another corner of the room."

“You were the one that wanted to bunk with us, lad." Bennig added. “Dwarf stink and all."

“I would have just rather bunked alone." Ruberg said in frustration. “But of course they only had three rooms, and I'm not staying with Channing and Du'gan. One of them is either set to kill me, or stare at me when I change clothes."

“But which one?" Bauber teased as he elbowed his brother, both breaking into fits of laughter at the same time.

Disgusted Ruberg grunted and pulled his bed away from Keng's before settling down on it, his sharp green eyes staring at the dwarf. “I'll not have your stinking feet in my face." He said in frustration.

“Oh, please. It's not like you get enough beauty sleep as it is. Shackin' up with a dwarf won't improve your odds of bedding one of us."

“Bedding--FUCK YOU!" He roared, pulling out a sword from under his bunk.

“You're gonna fight us over this? You're the one with a fuck face--fuckface." Keng jumped up with an ax in hand. “Come on then!"

“Both of you! Settle it down!"

“Yeah we're supposed to be friends here..."

“Friends?" Ruberg snorted. “Please, if it weren't for Pyrebeard, none of us would even be in this mess."

“Tch. I'm surprised he even brought you along. All you been has been a burden on our hides ever since you got here." Keng said.

“Hey. You wouldn't be standing here if it weren't for me--"

“What do you want? A thank you? HUH?!"

“No, I don't want a damn thank you, but a little respect could go a long way..."

“Well forget it!"

***

It happened faster than either of them expected; moments later, Keng and Ruberg were shoved out of the room and their belongings discarded beside them before the door slammed shut and latched shut as they stood over the slowly forming early morning crowd below in nothing but their skivvies and blankets. But, nothing else seemed out of the ordinary for the party below, who went about their normal business. Blissfully ignorant of the pair, they went about their business as they gathered their belongings and moved to the next room; this one belonging to Channing and Du'gan, but oddly there was no answer to their knocks at the door. And finally they arrived at Pyrebeard's door. They didn't even have to knock as the dwarf had opened the door and nearly got battered in the face by them.

“Woah! Woah! Friendly fire! Friendly fire!" He cowered for a moment before realizing who it was. “Ah! Ruberg, Keng. Pleasure seein' you lads. I was actually on my way to talk to you." He looked at the bags in their hands. “Huh. Trouble with the roommates?"

“Aye." Ruberg nodded. “Actually we'd come to see if we could bunk down with you, the others kicked us out..."

“No-no-no there's no need for that. Actually, I have a gift for each of you; hold out your hands."

Ruberg and Keng looked at one another suspiciously, but did as Pyrebeard asked, and instantly, he slipped a ring onto each of their index fingers; Ruberg looked down to see a shining silver one with a red stone embedded in the top, and Keng saw he was now wearing a brilliant gold ring with a green gem on top. Both were immediately mesmerized by their beauty and both looked at him in confusion.

“Pyre...what is..." Ruberg wriggled his finger.

“Are ya insane lad? I'm a widowed man, and you present me with such a beautiful ring...? What do you hope to get out of this?"

“These rings are meant to have magical properties. I need you two to journey to Malmur's fortress with them, I'm told they will guide you in sealing his fate. I had a dream, a dream that he would come back. For that he is gonna need a body, fit for his spirit. And if you search the ruins of his home I am sure you'll find who this destined man is supposed to be."

“Or woman?" Ruberg asked. “I mean... sex shouldn't matter."

“Oh I'm...pretty sure he'll want to stay a man." Pyrebeard nodded his head, and then noticed the confused looks of his companions. He shook his head. “Just--just trust me. Alright? This is extremely important"

“Hey, boss..." Ruberg shuddered as he put a hand on top of his head. “I'm feeling a little light headed all of a sudden, are you sure these rings are going to help us?"

“Positive." Pyrebeard answered, almost as if he were panicked giving the response. He took a breath and spoke again, slowly this time. “Just...please take these rings there and everything will become clear."

“We're two weeks away, don't you think the entire party should--"

“No. This journey must be your own. If you succeed in this mission, you'll have saved the world. That's all I am willing to share with you right now. Now please...go!" He leaned back through the doorway, as if he were getting pulled back in and the door slammed behind him, again leaving the two alone on the hallway floor.

The two looked at one another before Ruberg finally spoke. “Well, you heard him."

“Hold on. Are you saying you're just going to take Pyrebeard at his word? No questions asked? No...hesitation?"

“Hmm." Ruberg pondered for a moment. “Yep. I guess so." He said before turning and making his way toward the stairs.

“Huh. Guess he's loyal. I'll give'im that." Keng said to himself as he reached down to grab his back pack and slung it over his shoulder. He went to reach his other arm through the second loop, but found somehow it seemed impossible. As he reached his arm back, he realized that the loops of his bag were too small for him to slide it over his back to wear it over his shoulders. In his confusion, he simply left the bag hanging from his left shoulder and made to follow after Ruberg.

***

It was a half a day's ride from the town they were staying in until they reached the forest town of N'ewen. Their greeters were the elvish of the wood; a clan that their friend Channing was a part of, they welcomed the pair in cautiously, but only long enough to see them through. As they stopped for a few supplies, the light headedness Ruberg was experiencing had only gotten more prominent and he wanted to see if there were any medicines he could get to help alleviate this. Keng, on the other hand was feeling a strange pain in his gut; as though someone had punched a hole into it. As they dismounted, Ruberg felt the hefty impact of the ground greeting him, sending him stumbling a few steps. He looked up at the horse, only to notice that it seemed somehow...gigantic than when he'd first mounted it. He couldn't place why he felt this way, it was like he was looking at the world through a fisheye lens. After a few seconds though, the feeling vanished and all seemed normal again. They collected their supplies and--had the vendor's counter always seemed so high? He rested his arms on it, but felt like his back wasn't bending down far enough. He looked at Keng; who was consuming a great amount of food in one bowl he'd been served. Slurping down noodles and broth like he'd been starving to death. Seeing his beard become a mess was unsettling for the human, who unconsciously began to stroke his own beard, noticing that strangely enough, it felt thicker and longer than he remembered. As the pair re-mounted their steeds for a trip deep into the dark woods, Ruberg noticed again that his horse seemed so much larger than it had before. It took two attempts for him to stride himself across it, while Keng had no trouble in the effort to mount his own steed. As they began to ride from the town, Ruberg swigged down a heavy drink of water to try and stave off his constant dizziness, while he noticed Keng eating down an entire turkey leg. His appetite had not relented all afternoon, and he was beginning to get worried about the both of them. They had a long trip ahead of them, and they couldn't afford any more delays. As they made their way through the forest and began to make their way up the slope of a distant mountain, Ruberg noticed that Keng's pace had slowed. Despite his hunger, he continued to push through and eventually the pair were riding side by side. He'd noticed that the dwarf's beard; his pride and joy, had begun to develop strange balding patterns in it. His dark auburn hair as well seemed to lack its previous bounce and curls and it too was beginning to shrivel up it seemed. That wasn't all; he wasn't sure if it was the peculiar lighting being cast on them from the trees, the strange shadows at work but it also seemed like...Keng was getting larger. Of course, everything seemed to be. So he put it out of his mind as his imagination. Scratching at his beard, he began to wonder exactly how it had become rather unkempt in the course of a day. It felt thicker, felt longer than he was used to; and he had it trimmed just the other day.

Half the day went by as they traveled through the woods, and as sunset reached the horizon, and the forest got dark, the pair stopped in a clearing to make camp for the night. Immediately after dismounting, the dwarf had another ration of food in his mouth, munching away idly as he worked with the camping gear. Ruberg walked over to the dark skinned dwarf, only to be taken aback for a moment. Keng was at least a foot taller to him, or maybe he was the same height and Ruberg himself had gotten shorter. He placed a hand on the dwarf's shoulder and he jumped, spinning around to look at the human.

“WHA-Oh! It's you Ruberg... are you all right lad? You seem...different somehow."

“I seem different?" He asked, running his hand along the dwarf's hairline and watching it practically peel off his scalp, leaving an extremely smooth surface behind. “You--you're balding!"

“And you--" Keng said, placing his hands on the human's scruffy beard. “Your beard is...such a delight. How have you managed this? It ain't even been a day yet and you look so different than when we left.

Keng's grasp of Ruberg's beard should have been a nuisance. Somewhat painful, but he felt the thickness of his beard as Keng caressed it, he could hear the fibers of hair crinkle and rustle with his touch. He couldn't help but feel aroused by the sensation, the tingling along his concealed face made him gaze into the dwarf's dark crimson eyes, only to see swirls of brighter reds deep within his colored iris. “What...is happening to us...?" He asked, struggling to maintain his concentration.

“I'm not sure. Let's...just get some rest. Maybe all this will pass us by in the morning..."

The pair did just that; but when they were about halfway through, just as they lit a bonfire and even before they could curl into their bed rolls, the pair found themselves falling asleep in the middle of the camp. By the time Ruberg realized what was going on, he was being roused from his sleep by a massive ogre sitting on top of his chest, crushing it inward with his weight. He gasped and tried to move, but found that his legs were so small that he couldn't get any leverage to get out from under him.

“No wait--please... let me touch..." The massive ogre spoke in a deep, booming voice. The suddenness of it made the human freeze as he felt the ogre's thick fingers caress his beard. A look of euphoria washing over the giant.

The ogre was sweating; trembling as he touched the man's beard. Ruberg trembling under the might of this giant. “Wh-what do you want?" He asked in between strokes, pausing to take in the sensation every time the creature's fingers brushed through his thick, long beard. As he glanced down he'd realized that it had become a golden blond color and as he pulled up a blade, he made the ogre cringe but instead just looked at his reflection inside of it.

The man Ruberg saw was a complete stranger to him; long, thick golden hair a thickly overgrown beard that traveled down to his stomach, and he even noticed that his body was built completely different; why, he wasn't a human at all! But... more dwarf-like in features. He stroked his beard and felt an incredible twinge of pleasure that washed over his body, and to the ogre now standing over him; whose head was shiny and bald. His hands already at the ready to play with his beard again.

“Keng?" He asked, receiving a glance of recognition from the creature.

“R-Ruberg? What's...what happening?" He asked in a deeply troubled and confused voice as he again reached for the man's beard. “M-mine..." He growled as he grabbed Ruberg's beard and pulled him close, giving him a deep and unexpected kiss.

Ruberg didn't fight it, he reached his arms up as best as he could, tightened his hands around the back of his head and pulled him in to deepen the kiss. It was a powerful sensation, he could smell Keng's musky sweat, taste the alcohol on his tongue from a lifetime of being an ale drinking beard, it was hard to mistake him. He dropped the blade and grappled the ogre's bald head, tightening his grip to pull him in closer and harder. He felt the dwarf's ogre cock expand suddenly and realized that while Ruberg himself had shrank to the point where his clothes barely fit, Keng's new ogre body had grown out of his clothes and he was naked as a jaybird. Their kiss lingered, both men growled in lust, unable to control themselves. Finally, Keng released the human's lips and picked up the blade he'd cast aside. “Your beard...not normal...maybe I cut it..." He panted. “I cut it and this might reverse?"

It was worth a try, Ruberg shrugged and nodded, then he leaned back as Keng's clumsy, thick fingers worked at unfastening his shirt and for some reason, his pants as well. He looked down at the human, whose body had shrunk in size and his beard had tripled in size and in thickness in only a few hours. “Wh-what is your reasoning there?" Ruberg asked.

“Want--to touch it..." He replied simply, pressing his fingers through the thick, bushy mane and making.

Ruberg could feel it, the tingling scratching of his thick beard as the ogre raked his hands through. He couldn't deny that the touch was getting him hard as a stone, he shuddered and moaned in delight, his chest expanding out and being tickled by this new length of beard. He felt a warmth pulsing against his cheek as the Keng ogre stroked his beard. It was these rings; it had to be, but his mind was so far gone that he couldn't even think about it. He reached up and immediately pulled the ogre closer to his face, kissing Keng passionately. His tongue slipped between the tusks as his face pressed against them. He found he could no longer put his arms around Keng, that the dwarf was now the giant and the human was now the dwarf. After several moments, he finally released Keng and leaned back. He had a sudden inexplicable urge and drew the dagger from his front pocket. Turning it over in his hand he handed the knife to the beast who plucked it from his grasp.

“Please, relieve me of my beard." He asked in a strange begging tone of voice to Keng's surprise as he turned the knife over and investigated it. He laid back and watched the ogre wield the blade before running it along his chest. The cool sensation of the metal made him shudder as Keng had managed to clear his chest hair in two swipes. He then brought the knife to Ruberg's face.

“Ruberg...sure?" He asked in his dulled-down speech.

Ruberg let out a soft chuckle of nervousness but grinned at Keng. “Oh yes. I'm sure." He said as Keng immediately began to work his knife along his face.

The feel of the beard meeting the metal made it feel like it was being brushed away by sandpaper. He could feel the knife's keen edge working through his beard. He felt Keng's cock resting against his stomach, it pulsed perversely and trickled precum onto the dwarf's belly, making him gasp in surprise over how much was actually dripping off of him. An urge came over him, he lifted his legs and rested them against the ogre's distending stomach as it draped over him. Keng felt his cock drop into place, and without so much as losing a second of his rhythm, he used his free hand to guide his tip against the warm muscle of Ruberg's ass. Both let out a groan of pleasure as Keng's thickness sank into the former human. But what's still amazing was that he continued to shave Ruberg's thick, new beard as he did so. As he slammed down, pinning Ruberg to the ground he managed to finish half of his project, stroking his finger along that bare, smooth skin on the dwarf's face before going to the other side. Ruberg about lost himself to the pleasure, feeling the cool touch of air against his cheek and feeling Keng's shaving continue. Once finished there, Keng elevated his thoughts upward and began to cut at Ruberg's thick hair. He slid the knife along the edge of Ruberg's scalp, cutting close, but expertly flicking the hair away without so much as damaging the skin. It was only a few swipes due to the new size of Ruberg's head, and when he finished, Keng discarded the knife and grabbed both sides of Ruber's face, his fingers tingling against the sensitive skin left behind as the two kissed once again. Keng was growing impatient with this and rather forcibly lifted Ruberg into the air. With one hand he pinned the dwarf to a tree and kissed him again, this time even more passionately as Keng began to growl like a beast. His tongue forcing its way in deep as he dropped the dwarf's body on top of his cock, driving it in hard and making Ruberg's belly bulge out with the size difference. Their lips clicked each time they parted, and Ruberg could not do much more than kiss and be fucked. Keng was in control now, and as much as he hated to admit it, the man was a marvelous kisser. Even with him as deep in the dwarf as he was, he still tried his best to lap his legs around the beast's waist and the beast would not let go of his head, insisting on holding him in a tight embrace while they made out. His mostly hairless body slamming hard into the almost completely shaven body of the dwarf; but even during this, Ruberg could still feel his beard. Even being shaved clean, it was as if his hair was continuing to grow thick beneath the surface. He couldn't see anything, his touch wasn't hairy at all and yet...there was something radiating against his skin.

His sensations continued to tingle as they made out, he could feel Keng's hot breath exude from his nostrils like gusts of wind washing over his face. His body was contorted so hard that he could hardly even breathe himself and he held himself against the wall behind him. Keng's sweaty, thick body grinding against his cock, it was a wonder he lasted as long as he did.

“AHH! Fuck, Keng---" He huffed loudly, breaking their kiss as his body convulsed in pleasure, suddenly shooting thick ropes of cum in between them. He wasn't sure if it was the smell, or the feeling of his dwarven legs pulling at Keng's hips, but the ogre himself didn't last long either.

“Ahh! GRRRRRR!" He growled as his grip tightened. One hand tightening around the back of Ruberg's scalp, the other pulling his back closer as a torrent of cum suddenly began to unleash itself deep into the human's innards. It spilled thick, copious amounts of cum from them, which showered on the ground in a wet, sloppy plapping noise. Eventually though, Keng's legs gave out and the ogre fell forward, nearly pinning Ruberg under him as they both collapsed and lay on the ground, panting as they stared up at the sky.

***

The morning had come much faster than Ruberg expected. He hadn't realized they'd fallen asleep, entangled and filthy with each other's fluids. As his eyes blinked open, he saw Pyrebeard standing over him with a look of confusion.

“Ye lads alright?" He asked.

Ruberg took a minute to sit up again, the stinging in his ass made him remember the night before. He looked at the bald dwarf, but then a quick touching of his own face, Ruberg realized his hair and his beard were already growing back at a fast pace. “Y-yeah...what are you doing here?"

“Oh, just hadn't heard from ya and needed to make sure you were alright." He stared Ruberg up and down, then smirked. “Shorty."

“Shorty? Who you calling shorty, Baldy?"

Pyrebeard laughed heartily at that, and then nodded. “Aye. Aye I guess I deserved that one."

“You gave us enchanted rings." Ruberg pointed out. “Why?"

“Cause I had to test them out." Pyrebeard said. “And with you teasing me all the time about me being short, and Keng always ragging on me about keeping my beard shaved. I thought it would be the perfect tale of vengeance. But now... now we're on to something bigger."

“Bigger?" Keng asked, rubbing his head. “What you mean?"

“Bigger. As in; bigger'n me... bigger'n you..."

“Pyrebeard. What in the fuck are you getting on about?"

“Lad, do I look like I have what it takes to be an anything-beard? Been thinking about changing that too...maybe something like Goldhelm or... Axeface... I dunno. Something intimidating and strong."

“You're insane." Ruberg realized.

“No. Malmur's insane." He paused, then grinned, ear to ear. “That's why we're gonna bring him back. This world needs him in order to function..."

Keng and Ruberg looked at one another, then silently looked back at Pyrebeard. He had lost his gods-damned mind..."

THE END?