Anlyel the Whore
Anlyel
The sun beat down heavily on the city of Port Devon, the light glaring off stucco. The inhabitants stayed mostly inside their thick walled homes away from the heat. Many however, simply had to make do in the severe weather.
Anlyel was no exception. Late afternoon was not the best time of day for her business but one needed to view the best locations. She was a well respected prostitute, and therefore had the first pick of corners and taverns. Today Anlyel situated herself inside the Fish's Barrel.
Most whores of her echelon avoided the place. It was considered too dangerous for those who could disappear with little notice. It wasn't that it was a dive or cesspool like those her underlings serviced. Quite the opposite in fact, the Fish's Barrel was perhaps the best tavern in town. Clean, well lit, and smelling of fresh pine, Anlyel actually felt rather out of place.
No, this tavern wasn't a dump; instead it was a place of magic. Magic, something that most common Cyranians such as Anlyel feared, something to be best left those brave enough to deal in it. The Fish's Barrel was across the way from the Mage Guild Motherhouse, so often visiting mages would visit while on business from various parts of the world.
As right now Anlyel could lay eyes on three such mages. Or at least three who wore their Mage Amulet openly while they ate, drank, and spoke loudly. Anlyel felt she had tamed this place; she had laid many a mage and found that they were the same as any other man, or woman on one occasion. Most from the guild were doing rather well, and wishing to flaunt it. And she, being the only willing whore nearby, was often the object of their affections.
Anlyel brushed back her honey colored hair back seductively and pushed forward her more than ample chest, filling her tight tunic beautifully. Of course, her generous cleavage caught the attention of the young Mages and others. Thankfully one of the mages reached her first, a wealthy looking southerner with a crooked nose, his raven black hair slicked back with a heavy dose of grease. She was older then he but they often liked that. She wasn't a giddy teenager anymore but nor was she an old crone. Anlyel felt she was in the prime of her life, experienced and able to use it.
"Well, young man, would you like to buy me a drink?" She said saucily, leaning forward to provide a preview. Nervously he licked his lips and gawked down her exquisite cleavage. This one was inexperienced, but that was not her concern.
"Sure! Ah, sure, sure, what would you like, ah..."
"My name is Anlyel and yours?"
"My what?" he asked stupidly. She rolled her eyes, inexperienced and none too bright, she thought.
"Your name? And I'll take Evonian red wine, _if_you can afford it."
"Hmm? I assure you I can. My name is Frean." He snapped his fingers, calling the attention of the barmaid. Anlyel saw the look in his eyes when she mentioned his wealth. That is what mattered to this one. Money. Money and Power.
Therese, the maid came forward, dirty and tired as ever. Anlyel often pitied the poor girl, cursed with fertility at such a tender age she already had two children.
"Bring us your best Evonian wine, wench, and be quick about it." He disdainfully shoved a coin in the girl's grimy hand. Anlyel was beginning to dislike this Frean.
"So, Anlyel, I'm the son of Drakan, did you know that?" She didn't. In fact she had never heard of his sire.
"Drakan?"
"Governor of South Elvak? Surely you've heard of him?" she had never heard of South Elvak but nodded anyway.
"Oh, Dra_kan!_ I see, hmm, powerful, eh?"
"Oh yes, I..." Suddenly the door opened allowing a gust of wind and a swirl of sand. Standing in the doorway a tall dark haired man studied the room. He came inside, the door slamming shut behind him. Anlyel watched as he confidently entered, nodding greetings to others. Just as she knew Frean's kind she knew his. Where Frean had to brag of his wealth and supposed power, this one exuded the latter and disdained the former.
Anlyel was blushing and growing excited as he neared her table. She began fanning herself with her expensive gold laced Dreyic fan. He stopped behind Frean and placed a powerful hand on the boy's shoulder. A look of terror entered the young Mage's eyes.
"Would you leave me with the lady, Analon Frean?" he said quietly, oozing confidence and power. While admiring him, Anlyel silently admonished herself. Analon! She had been courting a mere apprentice! A trainee!
"Master Firelance, please! I just ordered wine!"
"It is appreciated, mageling. Now get!" Firelance said firmly.
"Y-yes, Lord Mage!" Frean scrambled from his chair, bowed angrily and left, his chums chuckling. Smiling, Lord Firelance took Anlyel's hand and gently kissed it as she combated her giddiness. He sat still smiling, gazing into her bright blue eyes.
"You must excuse that foolish mageling. They're silly idiots in their first few years of training, all full of themselves. I wasn't much better I suppose."
"Oh, I'm sure you were!" Anlyel answered, thinking this was going to be a fantastic night. It would be the first time she enjoyed the grunt of her work in years.
"You are a master mage, my Lord?" She said as Therese set down tankards and a bottle. Firelance smelled the wine, obviously enjoying the scent.
"Call me Darus, and yes I am." He sipped the wine. "At least that dingbat has decent taste in wine."
Anlyel smiled. "Well, that was my idea."
Darus smirked. "I should have known. That boy wouldn't know decent wine from koumiss." Anlyel giggled and placed her hand on his. This was going to be a lovely evening.
* * *
Later that night
They talked for hours, until the sun had set over the ocean and they had both had too much wine, or at least Anlyel thought so.
"So..." she said, carefully loosening the laces on her tunic, exposing more of her beautiful bosom. "Do you have a room?"
"Hmm," He gazed down her front, though hid it well. "In fact I do, the Imperial Suite." Anlyel looked at him a bit surprised. He was indeed wealthy, more so than she imagined. She began thinking of more permanent relationships with Darus, concubine, perhaps.
"Perhaps... we should retire then?" Anlyel said, fumbling casually with a lock of golden hair.
"Yes, perhaps." Darus stood and took her arm then regally guided her up the stairs to the most opulent room in the building. It was nothing like Anlyel had ever seen. Exquisite rugs draped the walls and fabulous silks adorned everything. Anlyel felt very out place in her plain tunic and soiled ankle length skirt.
"I-I feel so, plain here."
"Ah, let's remove those coverings then. Your magnificent body will out do any room." He gently plucked at the lacings until her breasts burst forth in all their glory.
"Ah, the most wondrous globes I have ever seen." He said, lovingly cupping their expanse. He leaned forward and gently kissed her proud nipples. Had she any magical ability, Anlyel would sense the threads of magic enter her consciousness and body. Instead she felt only euphoria and incredible orgasmic joy. Slowly Darus Firelance slid the tattered skirt from her aroused flesh, his tendrils of magic slipping their way inside. Groans of euphoric pleasure escaped her sensuous lips as a magical phallus entered her stimulated cunt. She was carried to the bed, moans of delight emanating from her naked body.
Anlyel eagerly spread her legs exposing her moist opening. Darus watched as she began to make love with his magical phantom. The whore shrieked as she was pleasured in ways that she could never imagine, believing the man atop her was Darus. In fact Darus was watching from a chair in the corner as she fucked magical elements. Anlyel experienced five insanely powerful orgasms before becoming spent and fainting away.
* * *
In the Stables
Anlyel woke with a start, her eyes flashing open and her gut twisting when she realized she had no idea were she was. It hadn't been the first time for her to experience such bewilderment, but had been years. Now here she was, naked and in stall with clean straw and bucket of water.
Was this the Fish's Barrel stables? As far as she knew she was across town. Maybe not even in town. Her soreness said she had been out a while. She reached for her head and was nearly knocked senseless. Shocked, she looked at her hands expecting heavy shackles but instead finding a deformed hoof. Screaming, she backed herself into the corner and hugged her knees, terrified.
"Ah, you're awake. I was afraid there might be damage. Risky business, dealing with the human mind."
"Darus? Darus is that you? Where are you? Where am I?" She asked, fear clutching her throat. She heard boots shuffling through the straw and suddenly Darus appeared in the stalls open upper door.
"You - you've got to the help me Darus! Something - something's happening to me!!!"
"Your fine, you'll make a marvelous steed." He smiled, cocking his head for a better look at her developing tail.
"A what! I'm - I'm..."
"Turning into a horse. You see, I sailed here from Ayon two nights ago, hoping to find a horse to ride on to Cyranith. Do you have any idea how hard it is to find a decent horse is this sty of a town?"
"So - so I'm, I'm..."
"My ride to Cyranith. Don't worry, the spell will wear off at our destination, at about this hour, _only_if I reach there safely and you'll be Anlyel the whore once again." She only gaped at him as she felt things moving inside her, her organs shifting, muscle growing in new places.
"You will receive full payment of course, on arrival." She grunted as her face slowly elongated, her delicate facial structures stretching and growing.
"Puh - puhlease! I neighhhh!!!" Anlyel screamed when she felt her sex organs change, both internally and externally, her nether lips become the luscious folds of a mare. In a bizarre sense the transformation was pleasuring and erotic. Her swelling muscle provided an intoxicating sense of power.
"Try to stand." Darus ordered. "It's better for the muscles."
Anlyel managed it, though a bit gingerly, as her hooves were tender as they hardened. Thankful for her long, flexible neck, she watched with fascination as her body changed. Anlyel flicked the tail she felt prickling against her legs. Watching its chestnut length she was more amazed by her nearly 360 degree vision. This made it easy to watch as her chestnut coat grew in.
"Mag_nificent!" She startled bit when Darus exclaimed his joy. "Chestnut milady, a beautiful chestnut." Anlyel looked herself over. _I'm a chestnut mare! Her mind screamed. A chestnut mare with white stockings!
Darus entered the stall holding out his hand which Anlyel instinctively sniffed. She found her sense of smell amazing; she could actually smell his masculinity, his confidence, even hints of what her mind told her was magic.
"Now believe it or not," Darus said as he scratched her withers, "we can still communicate. Just focus on a statement or question and I should be able to detect it. Understand?" he asked looking into her still blue eye.
-This is amazing!-
"Ah, see? You did it." He began checking her body looking for defects. Anlyel heard him swear as she reluctantly let him lift her tail and part her vulva.
-What?!-
"Bit wet down here. I was afraid of this, why I don't transform many women. You're in heat."
-Heat?-
"Estrus. In a loving way. Ah, ready for impregnation." She snorted at the idea.
"I may have a way to help however." Anlyel's head shot up when she felt the gentle tickle against her labium. Instinctively she raised her tail and set her hindquarters. Carefully Darus pushed inside as she grunted with pleasure and involuntarily oozed thick urine full of powerful pheromones. Anlyel pushed back into him forcing his arm deeper.
"Oooof! Oooof! Oooof!"
"That's it, my girl, just relax." She began contracting her muscles, amazed by the control she over her vagina. Anlyel grunted and whinnied, Darus was rubbing her just right. Finally she had her first maregasm, clamping hard on his arm and rumbled with shear pleasure. With a slowly her master pulled out, making a sucking noise. Slapping her ample rump with his wet hand Darus spoke.
"Wonderful isn't it? Anyway, I must warn you Anlyel." He came forward to look her directly in the eye. "Some time in our journey we may come across a stallion, you will be very, _very_tempted. You can do it and you'll enjoy it, believe me you will. If you become pregnant, you must remain in this form until the foal is weaned." Darus pointed at her, making sure he had her undivided attention. "Remember that."
* * *
One Week Later
The trip was relatively easy and they traveled quickly and light. It took some time for Anlyel to grow accustomed to a saddle and the bridle was bizarre. But Darus Firelance was a gentle master and she learned quickly.
Anlyel was awed by the grand capitol of Cyranith. It was the first time she had seen the seat of her government and was shocked at the immense size, at least ten times the size of Port Devon.
Horse and rider trotted through the giant city for most of the day, visiting various districts as Darus ran his errands. Anlyel enjoyed much of it, though the stallions of the city guard were rather distracting. At last the sun had set and they arrived at the Mage Guild Motherhouse and Anlyel was taken to the stables.
"Well, my friend, this is it, your finale night as a beast of burden. On the morrow you will be human once again." Darus stroked her neck. "Get some sleep; this change is much easier than the previous one. I'll be sure you receive your payment."
He scratched her poll then left, Anlyel watched longingly as he left.
The next day Anlyel woke shivering, rubbing her arms for warmth. With a gasp she realized what was doing and shot up looking at her returned body. While loose horse hair and fur lay all over she saw the spell had repaired much of age and street life had taken. Why she had the body of a twenty year old again! Eagerly she brushed her fallen chestnut hair away and stood, admiring her revitalized body. Scars gone, her breasts filled with the firmness of youth.
Once the elation had worn away Anlyel realized she must cover her nudeness. Her answer came when she found a leather sack filled with appropriately sized tunic and trousers, as well as a large purse filled with gold. More than she could make in a month and half, perhaps two.
After dressing Anlyel entered the Motherhouse, and gleefully finding Darus who was talking with his colleagues.
"Anlyel! What - what are you doing?" His dark features couldn't hide his surprise.
She sidled next to him, plenty of her recovered cleavage exposed of course. "You didn't think I'd just leave did you?"
"Well I..."
"Why don't you teach me some more magic?" She batted her blue eyes and tickled under his chin.
"Hmm... All right, upstairs of course, or per haps the stable?" Her eyes lit up with his meaning.
"You could... join me? Without, you know?"
He smiled devilishly. "Certainly my lovely mare."
Fin