Priests of the Wild West Part 1 (Patreon)

It was high noon. The town was as empty as it’ll ever be when criminals roam around. There had been sightings of some outlaws around the area lately, some more dangerous than others, yet even the sheriffs didn't dare to even try to interfere with what was happening that day.

Two people, neither of them outlaws, stood opposed to each other, dressed in the most fancy western cowboy gear they had found. Neither of them seemed necessarily intimidated by the other, and they were actually chatting quite calmly with each other. Though despite the calmness, both of them…and anyone watching could tell that this silence… would not last.

“Attention Duelists! The second round of Nagisa’s Western Cup of Fate™ is about to begin. To the duelists Oliver and Zana: Please take your positions ten meters apart from each other and ready your weapons,”

a voice announced from out of nowhere, causing both of the guys to start sweating lightly.

“Good luck. May the better shooter win,” Zane said.

“Oh man, we are going to need it. I have never done this before,” Oliver replied, laughing weakly as the two of them walked a little bit further apart. Then both drew their guns at the same time.

“To reiterate: Here are the rules again,” the voice spoke, causing both to become silent and listen. “You two have been equipped with a magical gun. Every hit transforms your opponent. The one who loses their manhood first gets to be claimed by the winner for the rest of the tournament. Any last questions?”

Both stayed silent.

“Then begin!”

Peng! Peng!

Immediately after the signal was given, both parties let loose a shot on each other. A cold moment passed, one that seemed like an eternity. So long was it that a humble tumbleweed had wandered into the scene before rolling back out with the breeze. Zane and Oliver sized each other up, not even sure if either one of them had been hit when a strange pressure formed inside one of their chests.

“...”

“...ugn…” Oliver let out, almost crumbling to the ground. He didn’t even know how it was possible to feel this good and in pain at the same time, but this gun Nagisa had given them seemingly managed to deliver.

It was clear to him that he was only grazed by the shot, barely scraping his chest, but it didn’t matter, as the magic had started regardless. Oliver could feel the heat radiating from that place, even though there was no physical wound.

He could feel his torso compress and be squeezed, while his chest experienced the exact opposite effect, causing two bulges to appear from under his shirt. Neither of these changes were major, his chest didn’t become huge nor did he lose much strength. But he definitely needed to be more careful next time.

“Nice shot,” Oliver said, looking up at his opponent. “I guess I missed…? Huh?”

But he wasn’t there anymore.

“Huh? Huh?” Oliver looked around frantically before suddenly having an ominous shadow approach him from behind.

“Right behind you. Sorry pal, but I am going to win this.”

Peng! Peng! Peng!

“Kya!”

The pain and pleasure in his ass went through the roof, almost enough for him to faint, but only almost. It didn’t help that an immense pressure started to build right above his ass, making him feel like something was about to burst out of him…

Peng! Peng! Peng!

Floof!

A giant fluffy tail exploded out of Oliver's body, smacking Zane into the face as it just kept expanding and extending further. His legs began to inflate a bit while losing all of their hair, but it was still overshadowed by his massive, growing tail. His size also took a hit, as he shrank a bit where he took a knee, but even that was also outdone by his tail growing at an insane rate.

In the end, his tail head easily reached the same length as the rest of his body, and his legs had also changed quite a bit. In spite of the many hits he had endured, Oliver now had one advantage: Zane had been flung backwards by the tail smacking him. Oliver needed to counter attack, or otherwise he would lose.

“My turn!” Oliver shouted, slapping his opponent with his tail once again, causing Zane to stumble back even further, before stepping forward, pressing his gun against Zane’s chest and-…

Peng! Peng!

“AH!” Zane let out, as the knockback of the shot caused the second shot to only graze him, though the first one had hit him square in the chest.

Immediately, two mounds grew from his chest as his shirt changed to support them, which was definitely necessary considering how heavy they were becoming. Because of those, Zane almost missed that his shoulders were also shrinking rapidly together with his arms, giving him quite dainty limbs, which paired well with the two massive eye catchers on his chest.

“That worked…?” Oliver was stunned.

“Don’t be confused about your own good moves!” Zane shouted back, and…

Peng!

…hit Oliver square in the face, causing him to topple over.

Having received a headshot, Oliver knew that something big was about to happen to him. Without delay, he could feel his head shifting, making him try his best to look back at his opponent, who was also still trying to find his bearings.

Oliver might not have had breasts the size of his head like Zane did, but now his face was severely transforming, with the worst offender being his hair on top, which suddenly felt a lot fluffier. Just more hair, longer hair, more volume… everything made his head feel fluffier. And with his ears also becoming big and fluffy, Oliver knew that most of his body had already changed.

Although he still had his manhood, Oliver could feel that it was kinda on its last leg. He needed to make a big play to win this.

“Wide open!” Zane shouted, dashing forward as he readied his gun.

“You wish!” Oliver yelled in response, rolling to the side on the ground in hopes of avoiding an attack.

Peng!

And it actually worked. Zane had completely missed and was now wide open. However, Oliver was also on the ground and didn’t really have any time to aim, only being able to spray and pray.

Peng! Peng! Peng! Peng!

“Ack…!”

His efforts bore fruits: Zane was definitely holding his hips, which meant that at least a few bullets had to have hit him. Clearly in the side of his hips too, because those were rapidly expanding, shredding his pants in no time flat as they reached sizes that were double the width of his shoulders. Even his clothes shifted with him into some sort of dancer attire as well as his skin having gained a noticeable tan.

“I am not done yet!” Zane yelled, apparently ignoring his massive hip increase, and once again aggressively dashed towards Oliver, who tried to reload his gun in a panic. He was certain that there was no more time for the reload when an idea came to his mind.

Peng!

Zane missed. Oliver had successfully managed to pull it off.

Using his new tail to deflect both Zane’s hand and gun, he now had the advantage. He stood up, aimed for Zane’s most precious place and said…:

“Checkmate!”

Peng!

Zane recoiled, holding his crotch while he took steps backwards, before falling to the ground. Oliver considered preparing another shot, but something told him that with that move, he had just won this game.

Zane let out one moan after another as his legs started to fuse, each moan lewder and more feminine than the last. After mere seconds, he no longer had human legs, but a singular combined tail coming out of his body, which then also started lengthening and thickening rapidly.

Scales began to grow on Zane’s rapidly expanding tail while his ears shifted to be a bit more pointy and outwards. For a good while, his tail did not stop growing, even when Zane’s face had finished shifting into a much more feminine form. Finally, after a solid 2 minutes of moaning and tail growing, the changes stopped, which meant that Zane could finally catch a breath again.

“Congratulations, Oliver! You have won this duel and, with that, ownership over Zana. Good luck in your next round!”

“Ownership?” Oliver asked, not sure if Nagisa could even hear him.

“Yes, ownership. I would love to say that I hate to say it, but I don’t.” Zana lifted herself off the ground and slowly slithered towards Oliver, who just looked at her with wide eyes when she suddenly bowed.

“I would love to serve you, Master Oliver,” she said, making Oliver gulp and herself giggle. “So please be good to a servant like me~”

And it was then that it dawned on Oliver what the end reward for this tournament was going to be, and he wasn’t quite sure if he should be excited… or slightly terrified. Or just both at the same time.

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The time has come, the sun stands high and it is round two of the amazing Priest wild west shootout tournament! Whether the game ends in furry ears or a lamia tail… That is up for the contestants to decide!