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By Fern

Clanking travels down a long stone hall as a shadow looms past the light of torches. Turning a corner, a knight comes to a stop. She catches her breath, not knowing how long she has been sprinting.

The rest of her party fell one by one so quickly. She felt she had no choice but to run. At least her pursuers have given up at one point. Raising her head and looking around, the knight realizes that she solved one problem only to end up with another.

She has no idea where she is.

The hero and her party have been traversing for several hours, but she has never seen this part of the dungeon before. This labyrinth has traps all over the place, and the rogue is a pancake that's a quarter of a mile away...

The knight takes a nervous look behind her. There's no one there but backtracking at this point might be even more risky than traversing the hall.

Well, she's gotten this far without triggering anything. She just has to be careful from here on out, right? Internally, she plans a route. If she can get to the end of the hall and turn right at the intersection, then she should be heading back towards the exit and halls that were already cleared out. It's either that or go back the way she came towards a search party she has no hope of defeating.

The steel-cald maiden, who usually lets out an aura of bravery, takes very careful steps as her forehead quickly gets covered in sweat. Her gaze shifts nearly every second, not wanting to miss even the tiniest detail.

Of course, there's such a thing as being too careful. As she darts her eyes at a torch for the third time, the knight feels her boot slip lower than the floor suggests. She gasps as she sees the stone brick slip down to reveal a rune etched on the neighboring block. A bright flash emits as the hero stumbles back.

Landing on her rump, the hero rubs her eyes. She feels something tingling within her, although she looks the same.

That changes when she regains her sight and looks at her hands. Her fingers are fusing together!

"Nonononono," she mutters before looking in her bag. To her horror, the knight doesn't have any scrolls that can perform a disenchantment.

As she tries to get back on her feet, the knight slips out of her boots from her attempt. Looking down at them, she sees they're nothing more than nubs!

"Wh-what kind of spell is this," she yells. "Squashing people, locked form changes... Who's running this place!?"

The hero gasps as she finds herself being pulled into her plate mail. She attempts to adjust her head to see what's going on, but there's not enough room in there to do so. She can only feel her head and limbs being "pulled" towards a central point. She can feel it's at her... crotch?

The knight tries to reach in her bag for anything, but she finds her hands are no longer in her gauntlets. In fact, as she physically struggles, she finds her elbows and knees are rather close to that central point. The heroic figure of chivalry is now a sad sight as she lets out meager kicks and flails as if it would somehow stop a magical spell...

The armor shakes and rattles against the stony floor as the knight's starts to shrink the closer she is to her groin. The nubs that used to be her hands and feet are sticking straight out of her like a starfish's limbs. Her hair falls out in clumps inside the armor. She even feels something going on inside of her as her organs shift and contort. At least she doesn't need to breathe anymore, as far as she can tell, but to say it's offputting is an understatement.

After a few seconds more, the knight's shape simplifies as her head sinks into herself. "H-Help," she cries out from a voice that's quickly gaining in octaves. "Someone save me! I want to get............"

As her voice becomes too high, the hero's face slowly closes. Her head, as well as everywhere else, is now only skin. Her vision goes black, but only for a moment. The darkness starts to fade away for a bit. It takes a moment for the knight to realize that it's hard to see due to being in her undergarments.

*'Wait,'* she thought. *'Did I shrink into my briefs? What happened?? And why can't I say anything!?'*

The hero wriggles in place, forgetting that her legs have shrunk into her. Even after remembering that, she has trouble moving around as she mostly flops to and fro.

The knight doesn't get long to figure out her new form though, as she starts to feel slight vibrations from the ground. They're getting stronger by the second. *'Wait, someone's coming,'* she realized. *'Damn! They're likely one of the monsters...!'*

Of course, it's difficult for anyone to miss a pile of seemingly empty steel armor in the middle of the hall. Heck, anyone distracted would likely trip over it. The hero finds herself tumbling as someone lifts the plate mail off the ground. Light shines into the leggings, brightening the fabric she's trapped in. She still can't quite make out who's there beyond the fact that they're small and have horns. Regardless, even someone of short stature looks like a giant to her now. The knight stays as still as her new body allows...

Unfortunately, the figure looks into the leggings to find a bulge in a pair of briefs.

The knight mentally yelps as she feels her undergarment get picked up. She's hoisted up in the air against her will as she tries to keep balanced. It is for naught however as the hero's inexperience leads to her falling through one of the leggings. Plop.

"Heh, big metal beast not so big anymore~"

The hero gazes upward to see a run-of-the-mill kobold who wears nothing more than a loincloth. A common beast that she has defeated several times is now in control of her situation.

The knight gets pinched at the top as she's pulled off the ground. Suddenly, the heights that she found so small now appear rather perilous to her. She shivers, afraid to make any sort of move.

"Think you better this way, ballsack. Now you no hurt my friends~"

Ballsack? Did he just call her a *ballsack?*

The former hero takes stock as she tries to make sense of her shape. She feels two huge lumps hanging down towards the ground. She can't detect anything beyond skin on the outside. She realizes she can't do much other than move and pump blood. *'Oh merciful gods, I **am** a ballsack,'* she mentally screams.

The once-human yelps to herself as she suddenly finds herself falling. Thankfully, it's not very far, as she lands on the kobold's palm.

"What to do?" The kobold ponders as he lightly tosses up the now-sack over and over. He continues, "Master said we free to do with trapped heroes as we please~ Could give to master..."

She mentally gulps.

"Could squeeze ya 'till you pop~"

She whimpers and shivers as she feels the beast's grip tighten...

"Oh, but there is best idea of all!"

The ballsack is lowered down as the kobold lifts her loincloth with his other hand. She stares face-to-face at another fellow set of balls, giving her dread. That is what she looks like now...

She doesn't get long to ponder on that though, as she finds herself pressed right against that sack! *'Gods,'* she shouts to herself. *'Why this? Who knows what "mess" is coated on that--'*

The former human gasps as she realizes that he's stickier than she realized. She feels like she's stuck like glue. *'No,'* she thought. *'It feels like I'm...'*

Suddenly, she gets squashed deep against that ballsack as she groans from the pressure. It only lasts a second at least before she finds herself against his palm again. She gasps as he pulls his hand back, but she doesn't fall... Wait, she still sees the loincloth. *'Am I...!?'*

"It worked! You no trouble like this~ You will be a good sack~"

The former knight wriggles in place as she realizes she has been fused to his ballsack! No amount of struggling and flailing can get her free though. She just finds herself swinging and bumping against his thighs. Suddenly, she finds his palm holding her up from below and giving her a light squeeze...

"Silly nuts. There no leaving. Only I or magic can make leave~"

She lets out a deep mental sigh as she feels rather strange from the grope. The sack shivers as she starts to feel rather hot and bothered. *'Am I... getting turned on??'*

That ballsack realizes how sensitive she is now. Moreover, it's not just her blood that's pumping now. The kobold is pumping blood into her too. She's not only getting aroused, but she's linked to his pleasure too!

The kobold lets her go. She's left dangling as his hung cock pulsates against her.

"Yup, work good~ Not mean hero, just silly sack~ You be much nice like this," he giggles.

He lets his loincloth drape over his cock and her as he starts to walk off. "Know you pent up but have to wait. Watch halls first. You get chance at first break~"

The ballsack wriggles in a mixture of confusion from pleasure and determination to escape. However, as the kobold's red-brown scales have already started to slowly spread down over her, it's clear that this is nothing more than a total party wipe.

In a couple of hours, the kobold will help her get acquainted with her new "class."

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This is a 1,600 word short story.

CW: Ballsack TF, fusion post-TF bad end/game over, unwilling scenario.

Continuing to get back on the saddle, I decided to tackle a niche TF. This was supposed to be another quickie, but this grew a lot bigger than planned. Writing habits and processes are coming back to me.

After a dungeon delving gone wrong, a knight ran after seeing her comrades get defeated by overwhelming odds and strange traps. Now all alone, she'll have to traverse a trap-ridden hall alone as she tries to get back through familiar territory. (Spoiler: it does not end well for her. :P)

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