[b][u][center]The Cursed Assignment
For a-lycotonum
By Draconicon[/center][/u][/b]
 
 
 
 
 



Rith Knoten knew that the finals were supposed to be hard, but when Dean Nthabi decided to invoke the Deck of Many Curses, she knew that it was going to be the worst part of the year. The half-elf sat at her desk, staring at the card laid out, face-up, in front of her, and rested her chin in her hand.

“You are a fucking bastard,” she muttered under her breath. “Don’t even know how you work…”

But there was a curse. She had felt it spark to life as soon as she’d touched the card during her last class with the Dean of Abjuration, and she could still feel the threads of the curse laid over her, almost like a blanket draped over her from head to toe. Curses had a tight, close-knitted feel if you knew what to look for, but that didn’t exactly tell her what it was supposed to do.

She tapped her quill against the top of her desk with one hand and brushed her hair over her ear with the other. The card itself was offering her no clues, either. Unlike some of the beginner card decks, the Deck of Many Curses came with an illustration for the card and no more. Hers had a minotaur splashed out across the front, strong and burly-looking, and with a loincloth that barely left anything to the imagination.

[i]Hmmph. The Dean should have picked something a little cleaner…[/i]

Shaking her head, the half-elf leaned back from the desk, looking out the library window in an attempt to clear her head. Rith tried to forget that there was a massive grade looming over this report and that she would flunk out if she didn’t figure out the curse, its triggers, and how to remove it by the time her final was due. She tried to focus on the warmth outside, the shimmering light off the trees along the rows of the Arcanimirium, and –

“Ugh…”

It wasn’t working. She looked down at the card again, tracing the dry tip of her quill along the shapes in the illustration. There had to be some kind of clue as to what the hell this curse was.

[i]Think. Think. You’re supposed to be one of the better students in the Abjuration class. How do you find out what a curse does?[/i]

The easiest way to do that, normally, was to trigger the curse and just do your best to avoid the worst of the effects. However, considering she didn’t know what the trigger was, that was off the table. She had to find some way to both trigger the curse and realize what the curse was at the same time.

[i]And hopefully not go too far with it,[/i] she thought, putting the quill to the side and resting her chin on her hand again. [i]Too much curse, and you might not come back from it. And that’d be a real shame for one of Nthabi’s top students, wouldn’t it?[/i]

Rith closed her eyes, running her finger along the front of the card. The curse rippled around her as she made contact with it, and for a moment, she half-believed that the curse might be triggered by touching the card.

No such luck. There was nothing happening from contact alone. Her mental image of herself – a half-elf, just a little over five and a half feet tall, long blond hair, slim and without much in the way of curves, thanks to her elven parent – didn’t change. She didn’t feel any new urges, nor did she feel any shifts in the curse or her body.

Contact wasn’t the answer, then. So, perhaps a little inspiration from the card itself.

She looked down at it again, only to pause as she realized her finger was rubbing over the minotaur’s crotch in the piece of art. She delicately moved her finger off to the side, pretending that she hadn’t been touching it in the first place.

[i]Minotaurs…[/i]

Dangerous creatures, though not unintelligent, from what her research had turned up in the past. They were supposed to be quite bestial, though, particularly the males. They were all pent-up and riled up from the beast parts below the waist, from the way that the legends told, and they were, at best, able to physically restrain themselves from raping someone. Their personalities, however…

[i]Arousal, perhaps.[/i]

If that was the case, she could already see all kinds of legal challenges to the test. Oh, the things that the professors and deans would have to answer for, requiring their students to get all hot under the collar for –

A flicker of movement caught her attention. She tilted her head to the window again, glancing at some of the other students walking down the lane. A few boys, a couple of elves and an orc, and –

“Hmmph…”

There was a dragonborn woman. Rare creatures, the scaly ones, but this one was…quite appealing to look at. Tall, strong, wearing something exotic that left her midriff bare and her tail free. Her silk clothes cupped certain curves quite well, and –

Snort.

Rith blinked, covering her nose as the puff of air genuinely startled her. It almost sounded like a pig huffing out a breath of air all of a sudden.

[i]What in the world…[/i]

It took all of a second to realize that her face didn’t feel quite right. Not hugely different, but enough to notice with a touch. She ran her fingers over her nose – broader, though hopefully not visibly, and her nostrils were wider, too. And…wet. Wet in a rather disturbing sort of way.

[i]You can’t be serious…[/i]

Rith looked down at the card. There was a difference to it now; the minotaur’s face was slightly less bestial. Not much, only slightly, but enough for her to see that it was not the same as it had been. The nose. Just like her face, it had changed, barely enough to notice, unless you were looking for a change in the first place.

[i]So it changes to become me…[/i]

And she would change to become it.

The minor triumph that she felt at discovering the curse was cut short with the shiver-inducing idea of becoming a minotaur if she ended up screwing this up. Whatever reversal Dean Nthabi had for those that fucked up, Rith didn’t want to spend the next few weeks – or months – as a bull-man. Or as any sort of man, for that matter.

[i]It changed when I looked at that dragonborn girl,[/i] she thought. [i]And I was…a little turned on by her…[/i]

So, was it arousal? Or was it another monster? Or was it something else entirely?

[i]…Damn it…[/i]

Fascination struck. Despite her better judgment, Rith needed to know what would happen, and how. She got up, tucked the card into her pocket, and rushed through the library, picking one book after another.

Once she had everything she needed, she checked them out and made her way back to her quarters. With the possibilities that this curse represented, she wasn’t about to try this in public.

#

“Okay…okay, let’s do this properly,” Rith said, folding her robes and putting them to the side. “Naked…nothing. Nothing so far.”

And that was a small discovery. Just being aroused – and being naked, even now, aroused her a little – didn’t start the curse. It wasn’t the emotion or physical sensation, then. Worth knowing, worth knowing.

She leaned over the smaller desk she’d made for her room, looking down at the three books. Each one was dedicated to different topics: the first to ancient elves, the second to the ‘civilized’ species of the known world, and the last to the monstrous species of the world that had become part of ‘civilization.’

[i]And if none of this works, then it’s possible that it only works when I see someone for real…[/i]

Which was its own can of worms, but a more easily dealt with one. Isolation [i]was[/i] an option to a certain extent, after all.

She flipped the first book open. What started as a history of elven-kind devolved into pretty-boys that wandered the forest, including many tasteful and slightly risqué nudes. Almost specifically men, but a few women, too. But no reaction.

She flipped the second one open, rolling the pages along until she found similar illustrations. Orcs, half-orcs, humans, dwarves: the typical species of the world rolled by. Some of the women teased her a little, but nothing much. She had never felt particularly attracted to men – though there were a few exceptions, she supposed – and while women had been more interesting, they weren’t usually that interesting.

Usually.

[i]Okay…two down…one to go…[/i]

Rith flipped open the last book, and the first page was a pair of bestial women, an aarakocra female and a dragonborn female, both nude, both sprawled out, both looking powerful –

[i]And breakable.[/i]

She felt it hit her all at once, and Rith groaned, slamming the book shut. The curse tightened down her body, squeezing at her chest, her hips, and –

“Mmmmph…”

Right between her legs. She huffed, one hand over her face as she swore her clit throbbed harder than it had ever done before. Everything clenched down there as brief thoughts of putting collars and leashes on those women hit her –

[i]Break, rut, own.[/i]

Rith gritted her teeth, huffing through them as she fought the thoughts down again. It wasn’t the first time that she had had rather…intense fantasies of ‘taming’ the monsters, but this was the first time that it had gone that far, that fast. She forced herself to breathe, to suck down enough air to calm her heart down.

She fumbled for the card again. It was mostly the same. Mostly. The loincloth bulge was slightly smaller, and she didn’t want to think about what that would mean for her. She didn’t even want to reach between her legs and find out.

[i]Okay…so…triggered by ‘dominant’ arousal…towards the ‘monstrous’ women…[/i]

Rith sighed.

[i]Great. Now, how in the Nine Hells do I cancel this curse out?[/i]

 




 
 
[b][u][center]The End[/center][/u][/b]
 
Summary: Rith, a half-elven woman, finds herself dealing with a curse for her graduation. She had to figure out how this works, and see if she can find a way to ‘cure’ herself of it for her final exam.
 
Tags: F/solo, Cursed Item, Half-Elf, D&D, Transformation, Minor Shifts, Curse Play, Figuring It Out, Dragonborn, Minotaur,