Topic: The Royal Sausage Party
Its a story I've been playing around with for a while. Its is far from done but I intend to update it whenever I have the time.
The story is set in Belial's medieval times, during the infamous Era of the Mad Kings, a time when the Ondorian Kingdom was ruled by a dynasty of sadistic tyrants obsessed with sexual transformation. In this particular case a young king celebrates his birthday and invites all noble families of the realm. None of them have any idea what to expect, unaware that the king has planned to celebrate in a very special way.
The letter had arrived this morning by courier directly from the capital. The sun was already about to set but Lady Katharina Ottrich was still worrying about how to respond to it. It was bad news in her opinion.
“Do we really have to go,” she asked her beloved husband Lord Francis Ottrich who was sitting in his favourite armchair, reading a book.
“I fear we do,” he replied, unlike his wife, he was calm and relaxed. He did not even look up from his book. “You know what the response would be.”
Katharina sighed. He was right. The letter was an invitation to the celebration of King Irek II's 30th birthday, ruler of the Ondorian Kingdom and all its vassals. The royal family did not expect their invitations to be declined and they did not tend to hide their disappointment. If Lord and Lady Ottrich were not to attend the party, there would be consequences.
It was odd, however, that they had been invited in the first place. Lord Ottrich was the baron of a small region at the very edge of the kingdom, entirely located in the Waldonthal Mountains. What economy they had was primarily based on mining the local rock, which included high grade granite. They were generally left alone by the rest of the realm. It reflected the estranged relationship the Ottrich family had with the royal bloodline, even though they shared a very distant ancestor. The royal line of Drakhelm had more and more descended into madness and perversion with every generation and spread their bizarre ideas of beauty and hedonism across the capital and central provinces. Lady Ottrich was glad to be so far away from that cesspool. Her husband's family had retained their traditional, Ondorian sense of decency and order.
Now they had essentially been ordered to leave their home and enter said cesspool and join what would surely be little more than a debased show of twisting and warping bodies. Her husband and her had already been in the capital a few times to participate at similar events where they had been given no choice. She still thought back to what she had seen in utter horror. All the poor people turned forcefully into abhorrent monsters.
“It's not the first time we have to go to Ondora City,” Francis said, interrupting his wife's dark musings. “We go, endure the spectacle and leave as early as is polite. At least young Irek seems at a tad bit more composed than his father.”
“What he did to that girl was unspeakable,” Katharina replied with a shudder, remembering a particularly cruel transformation.
“Indeed,” Francis face twisted into a grimace. “Let's not speak of it any further. We leave in two days and get it over with. Afterwards we return and life continues as normal.”
Katharina nodded, looking forward for the hole ordeal to be over.
Meanwhile, several miles away, Lord and Lady Varhaun reacted to the invitation with a very different attitude.
“How delightful, right darling,” Farah Varhaun declared with genuine joy. “Its so nice young Irek thought of us.”
Lord Casper Varhaun nodded in agreement. He was a man of few words but the smile on his face said more than enough. Both of them looked forward to the celebrations. House Varhaun ruled over a small county, only a hundred miles away from the capital, gifted to the first Lord Varhaun by his king. Since then the family had been staunchly loyal to the crown. That alone was reason enough to attend the birthday celebrations, but Lord and Lady Varhaun actually shared the king's idea of entertainment. While less common than in the capital, bizarre body modifications were still encouraged in their county. The tradition of using extreme transformations as a form of punishment and reward alike had also been adopted.
“I wonder what entertainment he will have prepared,” Farah mused. “He is no less creative than his father had been. Do you remember what he had done to that girl during the midsummer festival? Marvellous.”
Despite their shared interest, neither Casper nor Farah had undergone any modifications of their own. They preferred to stay spectators only which was a common attitude among the lower and upper nobility alike. Casper sometimes joked about different ways his wife could have herself altered but neither had an actual desire to do so.
“Simonna will not be happy, though,” Casper mumbled as he reread the letter. He refereed to their oldest daughter who had also been invited. She had just turned eighteen, which explained why. There was nothing unusual to also invite all the children of the house who were of adult age. They were ready to join the depraved entertainment that was so popular in the capital. More importantly it was the perfect time to encourage friendships with the offspring of other houses and arrange profitable marriages.
What worried Casper, however, was his daughter's rebellious streak. Unlike her parents, she had little interest in the transformed. She didn't care much for her fellow nobles, either, or their gatherings. His wife insisted that her attitude would change with age. He hoped she was right.
“Its not as if she has much of a choice,” Lady Varhaun replied. “Once we are there, I am sure she will have fun. There will probably be a lot of others her age.”
Casper nodded. The thought of the party cheered him up instantly, putting a rare smile on his lean face. He immediately went to make preparations for the coming journey.
Gwendolyn, second daughter of house Dornstein, was just laying out her oil paints when someone knocked at her room's door. Before she could even call out, her mother already entered, a broad grin on her face and a letter in her hand.
“Wonderful news,” she said handing over the paper to her daughter. “It is an invitation to King Inrek's birthday celebration. You are included.”
Gwendolyn's eyes widened. She snatched the paper from her mother's hand and read it. She had to see it with her own eyes. It was true. There it was. Her mother's name, her older sister's, Tabatha and her own. She had just turned eighteen a week ago. She thanked the spirits for such a perfect timing. She would be able to join the infamous celebrations of the court.
It was a shame her father was no longer with them. Since his death ten years ago, her mother had been in charge of their small, remote county. Gwendolyn knew about how much of a burden it was on her mother. All the time she had tried hard to keep up her husband's legacy, while she had been ignored by the other houses and the capital. Their family had always been of low status but her father's demise had just made things worse. There was a reason why she had not remarried since.
Gwendolyn realized why her mother was so overjoyed about the invitation. The party offered a rare escape from her duties but also because it was a long overdue acknowledgement of her as part of the Ondorian nobility. Maybe she would finally meet someone to be together with. She definitely deserved it.
The young daughter was looking forward to the event for a different reason. She didn't care about what she had heard the people at court considered amusement. The people in her county were probably considered rather boring by the rest of the realm. She couldn't even remember if she had ever seen a transformed person in this region. No, what she was looking forward to was King Irek himself. Once her mother left the room to start preparing for the trip, she pulled open her drawer. Inside was a small portrait of the king, she had bought from a travelling merchant. She had only ever met him once, six years ago, when she had accompanied her mother to a political meeting in the capital. She couldn't remember what it had been about but she clearly remembered the young king, then prince, who had welcomed them to the palace. From that moment on, she had known that there would never be a man who could take his place in her heart. She sighed. Now he was king and had already taken a familiar, the closest thing to a wife, one of the royal bloodline could ever have. She knew about their traditions. Nonetheless there was always that sliver of irrational hope she could not let go of. Especially now that she would finally be able to see him again after so long.
She kissed the image and quickly put it away again, dreaming that maybe she could get as close to the real thing.
“Erica, come here,” the voice of kitchen master Hansel boomed across the large room.
The girl was one of the kitchen maids and currently tasked with cleaning the countless dishes for the celebration ahead. The last few days had been insane, as the entire palace was being prepared for the great event. The overseers were pushing the staff to their limits. It was also the reason why she felt terribly anxious as she made her way to the kitchen master. With tensions high, she expected that she was going to be chastised for some oversight, although she could not think of one. She had been working in the palace for a few years now and seen all manner of unjustified punishments, though.
The kitchen master was a large, stern man with little gentleness for his underlings. When he saw Erica approaching he simply pointed to a palace guard standing nearby. The girl's eyes widened and her expression became fearful. What had she done wrong to warrant the guard's attention?
She calmed down a little when she noticed the relaxed, bored expression on the man. He just asked her to follow him, saying that she was needed for a new task. Erica sighed inwardly, feeling instantly relieved. She had no idea what she was meant to do but it already sounded a lot better than the punishment she had been expecting.
The guardsman led her through the corridors of the staff-quarters and into one of the smaller assembly rooms for the palace servants. There were already a dozen other girls waiting, all of them staff but from different departments, kitchen staff, cleaners, servants and even one girl that apparently worked for the gardener, guessing by her work clothes. They were all about Erica's age and looked equally puzzled and anxious as to why they had been called here.
Another guardsman waited at the door but seemed as bored as the one who had brought Erica. She approached some of the girls she knew but they had no idea what was going on either. Together they waited in nervous silence. Meanwhile a few more girls arrived. Once their group was twenty strong, one of the chief servants entered the room, before the guardsman closed the door. She was a tall, slender woman with a cold, professional air about her. She looked at the assembled servant girls with an expression that made immediately clear how little she thought of them. She had the right to be arrogant, for she was one of the highest ranking staff. Those who attended the royal family directly. Erica noticed that she was carrying a large bag. What unnerved her though, was that whatever was inside was still moving.
The chief servant did not even bother to greet or welcome the girls. Instead she got straight to the matter at hand.
“You've been called here because you have been chosen for a very special task. You will attend the King's birthday celebration and serve his esteemed guests for the evening.”
The was a collective gasp from the assembled girls. Some smiled at each other, some looked confused. Tending to the king and his fellow nobles at the event was a great honour. It was the kind of privilege they could usually only dream of. But why had they been chosen? Why not the other high ranking staff that already served in the palace proper. Erica felt that there was something off. Why would they employ such young and inexperienced servants like her.
She didn't have to wait long for the answer. The woman pointed at the bag in her hand and announced: “You will not do so as you are right now, however. Instead each of you will have to fuse with a dakini-worm.”
Confusion and joy were quickly replaced by utter terror. Each of them knew what the woman was talking about and neither of the girl had a particular wish to suffer such a fate. The room was filled with fearful groans and muttering. One girl actually begged for mercy. Erica felt the sudden urge to just run away but realized that the guardsman was standing in front of the locked door. There was not going to be any escape.
A harsh cough interrupted the noise and caused the girls to fall silent once more. Many couldn't help but continue crying meekly but their tears had no effect on the woman. There was no hint of pity or mercy.
“You will strip naked and insert one of these worms into your vagina. There are enough worms for each of you. Make no mistake. This is not a request but an order. Your families have already been repaid. The king demands his guests to be served by dakini-spawn and so his wish will be fulfilled. Don't bother about the actual work ahead. The worms have been specially modified and pre-conditioned to do the tasks asked of them. You are merely needed as their hosts.”
She opened the sack, revealing the squirming things inside. One of the girls screamed. Erica on the other hand stayed silent. She was just too terrified. She tried to blend out what was to come.
“Grab one worm and allow it to enter your neither regions,” she continued. “The rest will happen by itself. Go ahead. NOW!”
Erica flinched at the harsh command, just like many of the other girls. They hesitated, some girls cried, others looked at each other for reassurance. Each and every single one of them looked terrified by the order they had been given. Erica was about to plead for mercy but then noticed the expression on the chief servant's face. Her patience had clearly run out.
“SILENCE!” She did not really shout but the cold, hard tone of her voice was like a slap to the face. The assembled girls shrank back, quiet once more, except for the odd sob. Erica could not suppress her own tears despite trying to keep her composure.
“I gave you an order,” the chief servant said, every word laced with bitter acid. “You will undress and take a worm, each. If you disobey or try to run, you will suffer a fate even worse.”
Saying that the guardsman stepped forward, weapon in hand. It was an ornate magi-staff, one of the army's mana-based weapons that could turn a person into a blob of sex-organs or even worse. Most of the girls knew exactly what the weapon could do to them, having seen it used for public punishments. The girls' fear was palpable. Erica felt close to feinting, realizing how hopeless her situation was. There was a short moment were she almost gave to blind panic but then pulled herself back together. It would just have made things worse. Her spirit was broken nonetheless, though. The only option was to obey. With tears running down her face, she began to undress. Many of the other girls followed her example. What awaited them was horrible but the alternative was probably worse. Once fully naked, Erica took a good last look at herself. She was pretty enough, even if she considered herself nothing special, average height, average built, average looks. Her breasts were a bit on the small side but she liked her wide hips, that made her look rather womanly. She sighed and approached the bag next to the chief servant.
Erica put her hand inside it without looking, suppressing a shriek when she touched the squirming mass inside. It was horribly disgusting. She just grab the first worm she could get a hold of and pulled it from the bag. It was a weird little thing, it almost looked like a disembodied penis, it even had the gland. What stood out, though, was the almost human looking eye where the piss slit should be. She stepped back, as some of the others were ready to pick up their worms. The remaining girls were on their way or still in the process of undressing. Except for one. One girl was just standing at the back of the room, fidgeting, her eyes unfocused. Erica recognized her as one of the girls from the cleaning staff, the ones taking care of the servant quarters. She noticed her lips moving, as if mumbling to herself. If she did not snap out of it and start following orders soon, the chief servant would probably decide to get rid of her. Erica was just about to approach the girl to help her out, when the chief servant pointed at the other maid accusingly.
“Why are you not undressing yet?” the woman asked.
The girl froze, her eyes wide. She stammered something and then just jumped towards the doors. It was a desperate dash out of sheer panic. It was also entirely pointless. The guardsman already had his weapon pointed at her. The girl just got a few metres before she was hit by a blue beam. It almost looked as if she was blown apart but Erica realized that it was just her clothes that were torn to pieces. The girl herself was thrown back by the blast, her body twisting and changing mid air. The process was so quick, that Erica only saw a pink shape pulling into itself. By the time she hit the ground, the transformation was already over. Many of the girls shrieked or gasped when they saw what was left of their fellow. What fell on the ground was little more than a wobbling pile of breasts, maybe a dozen of them, each the size of a small melon. There were no other features, only quivering tit-flesh.
There was a moment of horrified silence but the the girls saw the impatient look on the chief servant's face and continued with what they were doing. Erica sat down on the cold floor and looked at the worm in her hand. It was trying to wriggle its way out, probably eager to get inside of her.
“There goes nothing,” she whispered and sat the worm in front of her. She spread her legs wide to give it easy access. The beast reacted immediately and slithered towards her private parts at alarming speed. For a second the maid almost jumped up but noticed the pile of tits nearby. She bit her lower lip when the worm touched her labia. It didn't hesitate and rushed straight down her birth canal. The sensation was surprisingly pleasant, causing her to moan despite herself. The pleasure intensified, as a strange warmth began to spread from inside her abdomen. She could not stop herself. She started fingering her vagina and play with her breast, while the pleasure inside of her was brining her closer to orgasm. She lost track of the world around her, as she got closer and closer to climax. She was almost there, so close. She didn't care any more what the others might think, as she fingered her clitoris even faster. Almost there. Then the world turned upside down.
Erica's mind was overwhelmed by an orgasm, stronger than anything she had ever experienced before. Through the haze of pleasure, she did notice, however, how her body twisted in impossible directions. There was no pain, only more pleasure, while more and more of her body seemed to fade away. When the phenomenon reached her face, she blacked out.
When Erica regained her senses, she immediately realized that the transformation had to be over because everything was wrong. For a start she was facing the ground but not lying on it, it was as if she was hanging from the ceiling, with her face about half a metre or so above the floor. Her body felt all weird or at least what was left of it. She could feel neither arms, nor legs but her torso was still there. She could not move her back or spine, though, either, in fact she felt rather boneless over all. The only thing she seemed to have any control over was her eyes. She felt a mouth but no jaw or lips that she could move. There was no tongue, either, although she could taste. There was slimy, bitter and sour sensation in her mouth which was rather unpleasant.
Remembering what she knew of dakini worms, Erica realized that she was probably somehow attached to the resulting creature, which would explain her lack of control. It was rather frightening, now that she though of it, being at the mercy of such a beast. Maybe a look at the other girls could tell her more about her situation. It was very likely that they were all transformed in the same way to offer a uniform look to the party guests. Unfortunately the position of her eyes didn't allow her to see much more than the ground beneath her. She noticed a pair of large, humanoid feet which probably belonged to the creature she was attached to but that was about it.
Just when she was about give up, Erica noticed an odd sensation moving down her body. It was as if she was getting denser, more solid. She was getting....hard. Her vision changed, as her entire body started to slowly rise into a horizontal position. For some reason it made her feel strangely aroused. It started as a pleasant warmth but quickly turned to overwhelming lust. Erica had no idea why she was feeling like this but she could not fight it. It was far stronger than the arousal she had felt when the worm had first penetrated her. By the time the process stopped, she was hopelessly horny, her entire body aching to be touched. The fact that she had no hands to do it herself, just turned it into a form of sexual torture. She felt swollen, hard and hot. There was a sticky slime leaking from her mouth. It was salty, warm and utterly disgusting but it also just aroused her even more.
Despite the haze of lust clouding her mind, she still managed to notice the other creatures in front of her. Now that her body was facing forwards, rather than downwards, she got her first look at her fellow maids. She had been right, they all looked the same. They also did not look human at all. Each creature was about four feet tall and stood on two legs. They had wide hips and slight pot bellies, their upper bodies looking rather pear-shaped, especially since they had neither arms, nor shoulders. In exchange each one sported three massive breasts, d-cups at least with the third tit squeezed between the other two. They had large, rubbery nipples that were hard with arousal. On top of the body were long, thick necks, ending in what Erica took as large penises at first. Then she noticed the vertical eyes inside the slit of the gland, just like the worms. She had heard that when the worm took over the body, its head would keep its penis-like appearance.
The creature's legs were short and scrawny but also had a feminine look to them, due to the creatures' wide hips and large, round butts. The feet were overly large and flat, ending in three large digits, just like the ones she had seen beneath her. Her host probably looked exactly the same. Between the other creatures' legs Erica saw large penises and equally heavy testicles. Each shaft was easily twelve inches long and very thick. Each and every one she could see was fully hard, throbbing with need. She also noticed the pair of small eyes on each gland, flanking the urethra.
Erica was not really surprised when she realized that she was most likely the same. She had been reduced to the creature's penis. She was nothing more than a dick. A stinky, sweaty and very hard dick. If she looked anything like the others, she was a beautiful specimen, large and with a lot of girth. It made her feel powerful, despite her lack of any control. She loved it. She immediately loved being a cock. How stupid to have been afraid. This was the best fate she could ever have hoped for. Maybe it was just her arousal talking but she could not be any more happy. Erica could barely wait filling one of the other creatures' rear.