Thread: Teamwork?! (Vanity x runawayninja)

The last few days had been hazy at best for Erin, filled with false memories and second guesses. His life had been quaint before, although it was not without intrigue. The eldest child and only son of a knight, Erin had been destined to follow in his footsteps. He had trained in the art of swordplay from his father as his father had done before him, and while he was hardly a master it had been enough for him to step out on his own once he was of age. Erin had turned his blade over to less honourable purposes, preferring to sell his skills for coin as a lone mercenary. His time on the road had given him a keen survival instinct that had kept him alive all this time, refined as the few years passed by. He felt as if he were indestructible. And then he met a woman. She was a beauty the likes of which Erin had never thought had existed. At first Erin had thought that she was a mirage or a hallucination, unable to contemplate such physical perfection, but alas, she was a living, breathing human being. Erin had spiralled into insatiable lust at the very sight of her, and would have pursued her across mountains and seas if he had to. He had very nearly done so, until he heard the soft tingle of her voice creep down his spine as she spoke to him. He wanted her and she wanted him, and Erin held back the urge to take her right there and then in the middle of the street. She slowly led Erin back to her home, and he followed like a lost puppy. Other than that, however, Erin could barely remember a thing when he woke up that morning. He remembered lips against his, legs wrapped firmly around his waist and then the feeling of something thick forced down his throat, slithering into his stomach and making him want to vomit. He felt legs crawling and claws biting. He passed out then, and awoke many miles away from any kind of settlement, certainly not in the same condition as he was previously. His hips had grown wider, his legs longer and his muscles fading into lithe, graceful limbs. Most noticeably, his chest had gained a pair of large, supply breasts. Even his thick black hair had grown longer, although it was still not quite down to her shoulders. A quick glance in the shiny metal of his sword showed that even his face had become more feminine. Erin had turned into a seductress of a woman, not helped by the leather and steel armour he wore which seemed to huh his figure more so than usual, incredibly beautiful but he was far too confused and distraught to ever see that as a good thing. Most would argue that he was now more attractive than the woman who had tricked him into this mess, but the thought was just too bizarre for Erin. He she knew of magic as all did, and while she had little experience with such power she knew that it was likely the cause of her ailment. Thankfully, it would also be her saviour. A clenched fist rapped against the wooden door of the building. Erin had managed to trek to the nearest city she could a quaint port town by the name of Kassander. Erin herself had never visited, or even heard of this city before. She hit her fist against the door again, eager for a response. If the ramblings of a drunkard who had tried to hit on her were anything to go by, this was the home of the only mage in the city that Erin could actually afford with what little money she could get from selling scraps. She just hoped that he was a lot better at his trade that his price implied. Hey, mage! she called out. It stunned Erin for a moment, not quite used to the sound of her own voice yet. Are you in there? Open up.