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Artist: る〜く
Despite only coming up with the title for this one at the last minute, I didn't have a particularly large amount of trouble with it and am fairly pleased with it.
Which is a nice change of pace since it feels like I complain about what a pain coming up with titles is and how bad I am at coming up with them in the majority of my caption's descriptions.
In the middle of the night, the door to Enric's room suddenly bursts open, as Farren rushes in.
"Lord! LORD! Thank goodness you're alive. Get up, quickly!"
"Nng... Farren? What is- There's not enough time to explain everything! Assassins are in the manor, you need to go somewhere safe immediately."
Considering the urgency of the situation, Enric scrambles up to his feet. His first instinct after that is still to grab clothes, but before he can, Farren thrusts a glass bottle filled with a mostly transparent white liquid into his hands.
"Drink this. It's a disguise spell that will ensure your safety."
He shoots a spark of magical energy out of his fingers with a quick gesture, causing a hidden trapdoor to open up.
"Okay, and then?" Enric quickly uncorks the potion and drinks it.
A tingling sensation slowly spreads through his body.
"Go through that tunnel, it will take you outside, and as long as they don't recognise you will be fine. I'll catch up later with clothes and supplies, and undo the disguise if it is safe."
"If I make it out."
Not wasting any more time, Enric nods, before hastily climbing down the stairs under the hidden trapdoor. Then, as soon as he reaches the floor, the trapdoor closes, leaving him in the dark.
"Damn assassins!.. How the hell am I supposed to get through this tunnel in the dark..."
Completely unable to see, he huffs angrily. He had to keep going though. Carefully feeling around, he finds that there is only one way he can go.
He begins to walk forwards at a brisk pace, ignoring the strange feeling he has been feeling ever since he drank the potion. The tunnel is relatively narrow, and his shoulders brush against the walls from time to time, helping him go straight.
Eventually, there is an unexpected, sudden sharp turn though, causing him to bump into a wall and fall backwards onto his ass. Despite the hard floor, his landing is… surprisingly soft, as if something was cushioning him. Yet he can't feel anything in between his butt and the cold ground under him. Somewhat confused, he gets up and continues, now at a slower pace, and while carefully feeling ahead with his arms. Though he doesn't really notice it, his shoulders no longer touch the walls as often. Even more strangely, his hips even brushed against the walls a few times instead.
After continuing through the tunnel for a while longer, Enric's body feels undeniably strange. His hips definitely sway strangely with each step, there's an unusual weight on his shoulders and the back of his head, and around his crotch he felt a truly foreign sensation. He had a suspicion, but Farren surely would never do anything so demeaning to him. Instead, he chalks it all up to exhaustion.
He feels another wall in front of himself, signifying another turn. Immediately after it though, he sees a faint light in the distance, and he realises that the air feels a little less stale.
Glad to finally be seeing the outside world again, he rushes to the exit and finally makes it back outside. In the pale light of the moon, he then looks down, and is faced with a huge pair of soft tits.
"Wha-"
She should have known, but she is still shocked by her body and her voice.
Before she can inspect it further though, a bag is pulled over her head, and someone knocks her out.
*Groans*
Enric slowly sits up as she awakens. She brings a hand up to her face to brush her long hair away, but her arm collides with her breasts, reminding her of her current form. She was also wearing strange clothes, a skimpy set of white lingerie, two ribbons, and a red collar, with a plate reading "New Merchandise" attached. Her situation was quite obvious, but at least her assassins wouldn't recognise her.
"Ah, the new lass is awake just in time for the auction. Wanna tell me your name?"
Across the room, a rough looking man stands up as he notices Enric waking up. Enric quietly glares at him as he approaches.
"Nothing? Well, slut it is then- Don't you talk to me like that!"
"... Let me guess, some mighty pretty elven princess?"
"N-no I.. I'm- Shut up!"
The man lays a hand on her thigh as he glares back at her.
"The only reason I haven't bent you over already, is because I don't want to devalue my goods. But I already got a lot of money for picking you up. So making a little less off the sale wouldn't be much of a loss... I suggest you cooperate now, little slut."
Enric bites her lip and doesn't respond. Cooperating was probably in his best interest for now, as with how she looked right now, nobody would believe her if she said that she was Enric Arya. But all she had to do was wait. She was sure that soon enough, Farren or the rest of her men would find her, or rather him. After all, the disguise magic would surely wear off soon enough. If these slavers knew who they were dealing with, they would certainly let Enric go, hoping to avoid execution. Of course... none of that would ever happen. After all, there never were any assassins in her manor.
