Champions of Mareth 2: Mare Harder

This year, you have been selected to be the champion.

What is your name?

I type in my name, and am then presented with options for character creation. Giggling, I close my eyes, and start hitting buttons at random.

Suddenly I feel really dizzy, and have to open my eyes to stabilise myself. It's like my whole centre of balance has been thrown off, and it's not easy to correct myself while there's no real ground beneath my feet. At the same time, I can feel and odd tingling feeling in my breasts and pussy, as if they've gone numb.

Before I can take a look to see what's going on downtown, a rocky surface rises up beneath my feet, and the light around me fades away to reveal a wide-open view. I'm stood atop a cliff, looking down over a small town.

"You are prepared for what is to come," the narrator says in my ear. "Most of the last year has been spent blah blah etc..."

If you've read the previous story then you've heard it all before, so I'll spare you the details. I listen carefully as he talks, following his instructions to head up the cliff, talk to the old guy, and get led by him to this big spooky cave.

As I step inside the cave, I feel the tightness in my vagina increase until it's almost vice-like! Finally taking the time to look down, I jump back in shock, narrowly avoiding hitting my head on a stalactite.

My breasts are gone! Where my C-cups would normally be, there is now only flatness. With my view down unobstructed, I see yet another surprise, which goes some way to explaining the first.

In my trousers, there is a huge bulge.

Reaching into my pants, I confirm that I do indeed have a penis. I must've clicked male on the character creation by mistake!

Oh well, I shrug. I've always wanted to see what it feels like to be a boy. No biggie. In fact, this could be fun! Giggling at the unfamiliar feeling of my penis rubbing against my pants, I continue into the cave.

Once I reach the centre of the cave, I see a large pink portal swirling on the back wall. The narrator tells me that "you gather your resolve and leap forwards," so I do. As I come in contact with it, I feel dizziness come over me once again, and stumble forwards.

I exit the portal tripping over my own feet, and crash straight to the hard ground face-first.

"Owieee!" I cry, rolling onto my back and clutching at my forehead. I squint open my eyes, which then spring open as wide as saucers when I see what's hovering above me.

A couple feet in the air, there's a small red imp flapping its wings, looking back at me in equal surprise. In its hand is a small glass bottle, being held upside down. His other hand seemed to be in the process of uncorking it, but it's now motionless.

Suddenly, he snaps out of his daze. "What the FUCK?!" He yells, tossing his hands up in the air. "You were supposed to be unconscious!"

"Eh, I wasn't really feeling all that sleepy," I tell him, watching the vial of liquid arc through the air. The imp seems to have realised his mistake, as he follows my gaze to the bottle.

"Oh, cock."

The bottle hits me square in the chest, shattering and spraying its contents everywhere. A lot of it ends up covering the imp as well, whose limp cock suddenly stiffens to attention. As the pink liquid soaks into my shirt, I find myself more and more entranced by his hardened member. I want to do something with it... but what?

"Ahhh, NOW look what you've done!" The imp cries. "Well screw it, now you've gotten me like this, you're gonna give me some pleasure, like it or not!"

He flies towards me, dick thrusting forward, aimed for my head. Before he can reach me, my hand snatches up and grabs him by his handle. He squeaks.

"Oh is that so, you limp-dicked bastard? Well, then I guess you won't mind me fucking you in the ass so hard my cock bursts out through your mouth, then, will you?"

His pupils rapidly shrink as his ears flatten down on his head. I blink, and loosen my grip, a chance he takes to slip his cock free and quickly fly up out of range.

"W-well, I'll let you go for now! Not really a guy fan anyway. Just, remember the name Zetaz, if y'know, you ever grow a pussy!" And with that, he was away.

I stare at my hand, not really sure what just came over me. I feel my hair bounce back into shape... wait, what shape was it before? What shape even is it now?

I open the menu, and find the character viewer option, bringing up a body-length mirror. The person staring back at me is a guy with a pale skin and short, poofy blonde hair. Even though I'm a guy, my frame is still pretty feminine, and I could be mistaken for a flat-chested girl if it weren't for the huge bulge in my pants.

Speaking of which, that bulge seems to have gotten bigger again. Glancing around, I see that no-one's about, so I untie the string holding up my simple cloth trousers, and let them drop to my ankles.

My penis bursts free, and its a surprising relief to have it no longer constrained. If this is what it feels like all the time for guys, I'm amazed they don't just sit at home all day with their pants off. Admiring it in the mirror, I reach down and touch it.

My breath catches in my throat. It's like I've unchained a beast in my mind; As soon as my fingers brush against it, I hear its cry. It wants to be touched, demands to be touched!

I grip my fingers around it properly. Yes, this feels good, this feels right. I don't really know what I'm doing, but it's okay, because my penis knows enough for both of us.

My dick tells me to start stroking it up and down, so I do, and my legs buckle, dropping me down to lean on a rock. That was... indescribable! I try it again, moving my fingers from the swelling top to the base and back up again. My cock tells me to pick up speed, but I'm waaayyy ahead of it. Faster, faster... it's like I'm racing somewhere, like there's a destination coming up, though I don't know what it is.

Suddenly, I feel the goalposts running up to meet me. A strange sensation is building down below. It's like I need to pee, but after drinking an ocean of punch or something. The need grows, and grows, until I'm worried I'm about to explode. I try to slow down. Experimenting with a penis is not how I wanna die.

It's okay, my penis tells me. Just let it happen. You'll love it.

It wants me to trust it, and I just can't help myself. I pick up speed again, sprinting to the finish. Here it comes, I feel the switch thrown, there's no going back now. I'm going to die of dick explosion, and it will be brilliant!

And then my dick exploded.

Figuratively.

From the tip of my shaft, ropes and ropes of creamy white liquid spurt, coating the ground and my body from foot to thigh. My hips decide they want to join in, lifting my butt off the ground and throwing themselves forwards, pushing my dick and my hand into an intimate kiss.

Someone is yelling loudly, and after a moment I realise that it's me. I can't even stop it, it's like my body's being electrocuted, and every muscle is having its own independent party.

Finally, after a full minute moaning in spasms on the ground, my body calms down, and I realise I've had basically no input in what it's done, ever since I touched my dick.

Man, that was scary. I had heard guys think with their dicks, but I had no idea their dicks could literally take over their bodies and do whatever they wanted with them. It was like having a whole other person in my brain!

Well, another one, anyway.

From now on, I'll have to be careful not to touch my penis whenever I'm trying to get anything else done! I reach over for my trousers, but realise I'd get them pretty messy with all this cream sticking to my legs.

That's another thing, I didn't know guys could make their own cream. I guess it makes sense though, I've seen Mrs Cake make milk before for Pound and Pumpkin. I run my finger up my thigh, gathering up a large dollop of the stuff, and slip it into my mouth.

Salt! Someone mistook the sugar for salt! It's so weird... but not all that bad either. I quickly scoop up the rest, licking it off my fingers until there's only a dry crusty residue.

The crust doesn't want to come off on its own, so I head over to the nearby river, dipping my lower body in the water and rinsing myself down. It's a bit nippy, but not so much that it's uncomfortable.

Once I'm clean, I hop out, and check my inventory for a towel. There isn't one individually, but there is a camping set, which when pressed sets up a tent and campfire all by itself! Talk about convenient!

Exploring inside the tent, I find a towel lying folded atop the bed roll. I quickly dry myself off, then retrieve my trousers, tying the knot securely. Now I do know why guys wear pants, they need to cage the beast to stop it from running their lives.

I remember that I'm supposed to be playing a game right now, and look around to try and see what my objective is. It's now that I notice all the fog that's around. The sky is clear, but for as far as I can see, there's a wall of fog surrounding my camp on the ground.

"Adventures aren't adventures if you know where you're going," I grin, stepping out into the unknown.