LARP Couples, Part 4 (Young Men to Fantasy Couples TFTG) (Patreon)

By FoxFaceStories

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Harry and Lucas are nerdy friends on their way to a fantasy LARP when suddenly they are bullied by Kade and Rowan, their two regular tormentors. But when a witch overhears this bullying, she decides to take matters into her own hands and give the nerds everything they wanted. Soon the four are transported into a fantasy land that runs on LARP rules, where the nerds are the macho heroes and the bullies are now their submissive fantasy girlfriends!

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Part 4: Adventures

It didn’t take long to come across the goblins: they had a rather impressive wall made of heaped stone and brick, as well as numerous felled logs and sharp stakes. Kaylin actually gasped like a disgusted princess (there was a scribbling on her scroll that added ‘dislikes mess and especially messy goblins’ on it, much to her annoyance) and almost hid behind Harry.

“Can we just kill them?” she asked.

“Wait, I’ll see if I can talk to them. Twenty charisma, remember?”

He gave a wide, encouraging smile, and it actually made Kaylin give a relieved one in turn. She didn’t even try to hide it. Acting by instinct, Raven hid back in the woods, using her natural camouflage to ready a shot up. She had always been a brawler, but something about the use of a bow still spoke to her, allowing her to bridge the gap between lunkhead brute and elegant elf in her mind. A magical sense trickled over her, and her scroll also adjusted: ‘knows how to grow thorns from her arrow shots.’

“Okay, that’s fucking awesome,” she said to herself, beginning to enchant her arrows.

Meanwhile, Lukarg, took out his axes, eyeing a weakpoint in the fortifications. He grunted, relishing the idea of battle. His scroll also adjusted: ‘Follows Harry as team leader, but dislikes peaceful resolutions against villains when battle could do.’

The enormous orc grunted. “Huh, I really want to fight these fuckers.”

“You were never the fighting type. The magic?”

“The magic. Ugh, but I really want to use these axes. It’s kind of . . . awesome.”

“Well, just hold on. GOBLINS! DO YOU HEAR ME! WE COME IN PEACE AND ASK ONLY FOR PASSAGE!”

A small, ugly green figure appeared at the top of the battlements.

“Wretched shits! This is our turf, bugger off, or we’ll skin you alive and fed you to the young’uns in our soup! Heehee!”

Others laughed behind the fort structure. 

“We need not fight! We are looking for Krall’s lair. If you aid us, we can even share some of the booty. What say you?”

There was a squabbling behind the fort wall. Despite the tension, and the fact that Harry wanted to keep Kaylin safe (he wasn’t worried about his battle-ready best friend), he actually felt a surge of excitement. Despite the weirdness, this was the best LARP he’d ever been on. It was the real deal. After a minute or so, a goblin returned - a new one.

“The only booty we want is the big rear on your princess there! Hand her over and let us fuck her raw and we’ll help you, if’n she’s good enough to get big in the belly with some goblin litters, hee!”

There was a pause. Kaylin’s jaw fell, her princess-manner repulsed by these creatures.

“H-how dare you!?” she started, but Harry was already bellowing also.

“HOW DARE YOU INSULT MY PRINCESS THAT WAY. LAST CHANCE.”

“Bring it, fucker!”

Harry curled his hand around his sword-hilt. “Lukarg. It’s time for the axes to come out.”

Lukarg grinned, enjoying the way it displayed his tusks. He looked back to the hidden form of Raven - he alone could smell her location thanks to his extra senses - and actually winked. She almost dropped her bow. It was a damn attractive sight from her eyes. And then the great orc raged, screaming to the sky before launching forward. The goblins screeched in turn, and even Kaylin roared in her voice, ordering Sir Harry forth.

And now the battle had begun.

Lukarg launched forth like a titan of a man - or orc, in this case - his muscles tensing, his biceps flexing, his axes in both hands. He tore at the battlements, ripping them apart so that the logs split apart as if he were carving mere butter. 

“Holy shit, that’s so - so fucking hot,” Raven stammered. She collected herself in time to see an opening in the wall, several goblins appearing with axes of their own. She let loose a shot with perfect precision, a skill she’d never demonstrated before up until this point. Her enchanted arrows bloomed with thorns that wrapped around the enemies, binding them nonlethally but more than a little painfully.

“Holy shit, that was so fucking hot,” Lukarg growled, looking back at the gorgeous elf maiden. She grinned despite herself, amused by how well he’d mirrored her own whispered statement.

The orc then launched through the hole in the wall and began sweeping aside goblins left and right. By his side was Sir Harry, who fought with far less ferocity but far more finesse. He jabbed forward with his sword, thrusting through the weak points in the goblin armour, batting aside their weapons, tripping them with expertly-lined attacks. Every movement on his part was done with dashing elegance, and just like how the orc and the elf kept their eyes upon one another, so was it true of the princess and the knight. She stood behind him, flinging the occasional dagger and making a defensive sweep with her shortsword. To her own surprise, Kaylin found her legs were among her best weapons: her short battle skirt meant that she could kick outwards to knock out a goblin, or drop down low and sweep their legs, tripping off three or even four of them at once.

“Nicely done, princess!” Harry announced.

“Thanks!” she said, and really meant it, no sarcasm whatsoever. “You are doing well, good knight! Now take out that big brutish one!”

“As my princess commands. Er, sorry. That’s the magic.”

“Just do it!”

He followed her orders, and she in turn stayed close, healing him with her magic incantations whenever a blow came through. She performed the same service to Lukarg, who needed it more than anyone: true to his new class, one he was LARPing exceptionally well at that moment, he was all attack and basically no defence. Cuts and wounds streaked his body as he swept through the goblins, but he paid very little heed, barely noticing the pain among the joy of battle and rage.

“HA!” he roared. “The princess aids me! But it is the ELF whose work I truly admire! Keep it coming, beautiful maiden of the forest!”

“Ugh, so fucking stupid,” Raven muttered, hearing his words even from her safe distance. “So easy to let him get killed. Except I don’t want to. Damn this curse. Damn those amazing tusks of his. Ugh, he’s even hotter when he fights. Stupid female body!”

‘ She landed shot after shot, restricting the movements of the goblins with her magic and taking their own archers out of action. 

In the end, the battle only took about five minutes, but when they were finished, the goblins were in full retreat. The heroes had won the day, and Raven ran out to celebrate. Without even thinking she launched into Lukarg’s arms.

“We did it! We did it!”

He caught her, holding her with ease against his green muscles, of which only a tiny bit of blood now remained upon, thanks to the princess’ magic. That battle princess had put away her dagger, and now that the bloody work of battle was done she collapsed against Harry, clinging to his armour as if for continued protection.

“We actually did it, we won the day,” she said.

“We did indeed, Kaylin. We fought well together. That thing you did with your legs . . . much more impressive than any of your athletic feats as a man.”

She giggled, though she could have taken it as an insult. “You’re right! That was . . . maybe this nerdy stuff isn’t so bad, at least like this. Too bad I’m a woman with these big-”

She realised then that her face was very close to Harry’s, and that her prominent breasts were squashed right up against his cuirass, making them even more prominent from his perspective. They both glanced down at them, then at each other.

Then back down.

Then at each other.

It happened all at once, without a moment’s thought on either party’s behalf. The pair kissed. Her full lips met his, and she smelled like fresh flowers, tasted like a sweet meal. He in turn was wonderfully manly, his own scent fine and noble. 

Raven swallowed to see this. She was still being held by Lukarg. She knew, intellectually (especially now that she was more intellectual), that she hated Lucas. Considered him weak and fat and annoying, and that she herself was meant to be an alpha-male who wrecked anyone who tried to say otherwise. She knew this. She did. She was certain of it. But at that moment, such factual knowledge meant jack all: here was a rough, tough orc man who was not only battle-hardened and attractive, but so much bigger than her, and likely big down there, too. And she was an elegant, copper-skinned elf maiden with gorgeous hips and a face that would captivate any man.

It was captivating this orc man at that moment, and this just made the feel of his hands on her wide hips and cupping around her rear all the better.

“Raven . . .” Lukarg started to say.

“Lukarg . . .” she said back, suddenly feeling a lot more demure than she’d ever been in her life. Demure, and desired.

She kissed him too, savouring the feel of his tusks upon her smooth face. She placed her arms around his thick, trunk-like neck, and even wrapped her legs around his bare muscled waste. Her shiny, copper-coloured skin formed a magnificent contrast to his forest green, and the two made out for some time.

That was, until Kaylin moaned a little too loudly. Her bright blue eyes suddenly went a lot wider as she realised what she was doing.

“Oh my God! Oh, by the Gods! Get off me, you - you oaf!”

She scrambled away from Harry, prying herself off of his sleek black armour, and spat on the ground dramatically, as if she were truly disgusted by the taste of the man’s lips (she wasn’t, and was doing a bad job of hiding it anyway).

“Don’t pretend you didn’t want that,” Harry said. “You came and kissed me, my lady.”

“Don’t call me that, even if it is . . . appropriate. I’m no one’s damn lady! I’m meant to be Kade, not Kaylin! Ugh, this is insufferable! I can’t even swear, and calling you Twig just seems wrong now that you’re all . . . dreamy. I mean, handsome. Eugh! I mean - you know what I mean!”

Harry rubbed his chin. The kiss had been fantastic, and it had been so easy to forget that Kaylin was really Kade, the man who had tormented him for literally years. Made him feel like shit. The princess tossed her carefully done hair behind her head and folded her arms underneath her magnificent breasts, accidentally emphasising them further. They’d certainly been quite noticeably, even borderline distracting, during the battle. She gave a haughty ‘harrumph’ and looked away.

“Um, put me down,” Raven said, matching her best friend’s horror. “Now. Now. Now!”

Lukarg indeed put the elf down, and he did so with a surprising gentleness that she too noticed. She blushed, shifted backwards, and looked away also.

“That was just the stupid fucking curse, okay?”

“How come she can still swear?” the princess exclaimed.

“She’s an elf,” Lukarg said, smirking. “That means she’s wild and free.”

“Thank you, sexy,” Raven said, before halting. “That was the fucking magic, alright? That godsdamned witch! It’s affecting my mind more and more.”

“It’s affecting all of us,” Harry said, putting away his sword. “We’re all slipping more into our roles, and, well, into each other.”

He eyed the princess, who looked away again. She didn’t want to appreciate his tall stature and attractive face at that moment.

“It’s made me gay,” Raven said. “Kaylin too.”

“Well, not really gay,” Lukarg said. “Still straight, but as you’re a beautiful elf maiden, now you’re into guys. Orc guys, specifically.”

And didn’t she know it. Her loins were still on fire, that dampness between her thighs both alien and yet wanting. Yearning. Aching. It was the same for Kaylin, though she was doing a better job of hiding it.

“Let’s just find this ridiculous clue already! We need to get to the dragon and stop it and then turn back. And that part will be fun, at least, I’ll admit you nerds were right about that much. But absolutely no more kissing, and no more looking at my royal breasts, Sir Harry!”

Harry looked away this time. “Yes, my lady.”

“Damn right!” she replied, stepping away, her hips swaying gently with each step. Harry didn’t mind watching her go; it was a good view.

“At least I’ll always have that over her,” he mused.

***

The clue to their next location was in the main tent of the goblin warchief, the one who had bravely fled as soon as the battle had started getting real. They procured a number of coins, even a few health potions, but the real prize was the map. It had clearly been stolen by the goblins, for it was written in an elvish script.

“How do we know it’s elven?” Raven had asked. “I can’t read it, and I’m the freakin’ elf!”

Except then the sound of scribbling could be heard, and her character sheet suddenly had a new language proficiency: elvish.

“Oh, never mind. Okay, let me work this out then.”

Using her own ranger senses, she was able to deduce where they currently were on the map, and where they needed to go - north west - to reach a hidden path after a river that would lead them on to Krall’s lair.

The adventure continued, and the goblins were just the first of several challenges to come. Not soon after they left they came across a pack of angry bears surrounding a treasure chest. The group managed to fight them off without violence: Harry protected Kaylin from their initial attacks, and a well-placed roar from Lukarg ensured they were suitably cowed enough for Raven to use her elven magic to actually talk to the beasts, even befriending them. She actually felt quite amazed at herself, truly appreciating her elven nature for the first time, particularly when the bears offered advice for how to cross the chasm to come.

Said chasm was over half an hour's march away, and when they reached it, the couples had to cling to one another to cross it on the vine rope by the shattered bridge. Well, they probably didn’t have to, but it was getting harder to fight their magical compulsions, or perhaps it was just getting easier to lapse into the comfort of them. Regardless of what it was, Princess Kaylin put aside her moodiness long enough to cling to Harry like the classical damsel in distress, holding him while he swung the pair across. Lukarg was even more daring: he cradled the beautiful elf Raven against his bare torso like he was the protagonist and she the love interest in an old timey serial pulp, and when he reached the other side she took longer than expected to climb down from him. She couldn’t help herself: she gave him a thankful peck on the cheek.

“Don’t expect any more than that, you dweeb!” she announced.

“Expect? No. Want? I wouldn’t mind.”

The elf maiden pretended not to hear. The princess pretended not to be jealous that she hadn’t thought of such an act first. But it wasn’t the last of the events where the couples had to work together. The challenges continued to mount, with them battling another party of adventurers who were on the track to the treasure. Once more their elven ranger positioned herself at the rear, firing arrow after arrow towards the gnomish artificer whose own cannon range was impressive. But given that the enemy could fire back this time, it fell to Lukarg to protect her, and he did valiantly, roaring as he weathered blow after blow from the cannon, as well as the painful fire spells flung by the elvish sorcerer on the other team. That individual was countered by Princess Kaylin, who dance-battled against the enemy, flinging kicks and spells alike at him, protected at every stage by Harry, who was there with sword and shield now (he’d picked one off the dwarven fighter they’d just bested at the start of that battle). Together, the couples worked in impressive sync, a parry and thrust, a bow shot aiding an axe-laden carnage. Despite the bloodrush of battle and the accompanying fear of failure, both couples couldn’t help but smile and even occasionally laugh. Part of it was the sheer adrenaline, but it also couldn’t be denied how well they were working together, their moves in perfect concert. It also led to some flirting without thinking, their minds falling to the compulsions more readily under the heat of battle.

“Keep at it, Harry! You’re finally proving yourself a decent athlete! Took you long enough!”

“Ha! And you are much finer to look at how, my princess! Keep those fine legs kicking!”

Every compliment only enhanced Kaylin’s performance, and she didn’t bother to try to hide her chest anymore, letting it thrust out dramatically with each casting of a healing spell or counterspell of an enemy. Not to be outdone, Lukarg grew increasingly bold in his own statements towards Raven. She had kissed him more than once now, and he had held her, feeling the warmth of her body and her delightful fey curves.

“I wish you were up here, fighting alongside me, Raven!” he bellowed. “I miss that fine copper skin! Not to mention those perfect breasts of yours, fire hair!”

She scoffed, even though his comments made her blush and smile. “You’ll have to earn the sight of them, my orc! Show us those big green muscles in action, would you?”

“HA! I’ll show you alright! And I’ll show these so-called adventurers all the more! SEE!? I TOLD YOU I’D HAVE A SEXY ELF ADMIRE ME SOMEDAY, HARRY!!!”

He launched, laughing, at the enemy, swinging his axes about in a maddened flurry. The elf ranger did indeed admire his prowess, and once again that kink rose within her. She imagined him naked, burly, sweaty. She imagined his hard green cock, and her own thighs spread to receive him. She imagined his tusks against her belly as he kissed it, and that in turn made her think about her own femaleness. Rowan couldn’t stand kids, thought they were stupid. But now the notion of growing little orc babies in her belly was almost . . . hot. No, it was hot. 

“N-not thinking about that!” she cried, focusing on her next arrow shot. “Definitely not thinking about that!”

“Thinking about what?” Princess Kaylin asked, kicking aside a foe and flinging forth a dagger. She had retreated back to her friend, allowing the two macho men to get to work. It felt all wrong and all right at the same time. 

“N-nothing, Kaylin!” Raven replied. “Certainly not orc babies!”

“What!? Ew! What is wrong with you!? We are not getting knocked up by our knights and bearing royal babies. This is just the stupid, stupid magic that’s making that sound . . .”

“Really fucking hot,” Raven said, wincing and firing off another arrow.

It was practically a relief that the battle rose with the entrance of another figure, a dark paladin crackling with energy, intent on getting to the treasure first. It allowed for the women to stop thinking about their men, though the intense scribbling continued for the pair of them.

Kaylin is easily aroused by Sir Harry’s appearance and manner, and her lust for him takes several rounds to sate.

Raven adores making love in the forest beneath the open stars. She is practiced in tempting her orc love Lukarg to follow her into the words for that purpose.

There was also one other change to the character sheets, not that either noticed.

Kaylin is intent on bearing royal children to continue her line. Twins are destined by prophecy for her.

Raven is the polar opposite to most elves; she is incredibly fertile, and her body can carry many babies.

They would have caught on to these changes, but the heat of battle made it all but impossible. When the rival adventuring party fled into the forest, having been soundly defeated, the four of them let up a valiant cheer. Once more, Harry and Kaylin embraced, and the same was true of the orc and the elf. A quick kiss followed, followed by a longer drawn out one. It was by pure magical instinct, and neither couple wanted to be the one to end it. Lukarg, naturally, was the least regretful of the four, but Kaylin was still trying to fight her compulsions and establish herself as an alpha male deep down. She pulled away from Harry the moment she slipped her tongue into his mouth.

“Ew! Oh, by the Gods! Stars! I can’t even swear! This is f-f-freaking ridiculous!”

“Um, yeah,” Raven said, pulling away and wiping her red hair behind her ear, clearly embarrassed. “That was awful. Just terrible.”

The latter wasn’t convincing anybody; hell, she was trying not to smile. But Kaylin wasn’t giving in. “Harry, I order you never to do that to me again, ever? Do you understand? Not unless I ask you to. Which I won’t!”

Harry rubbed his mouth a little. The Princess had tasted divine. It left an odd impression on him; on one hand, he knew that this person was really the man that had tormented him for so long. But on the other hand, she was currently folding her arms beneath her breasts and showing off her lovely cleavage quite nicely, pouting while looking away in a look of strangely petulant beauty. It made him feel a warmth in his heart, especially since she caught him looking and glared.

“What in the nine hells are you smiling at?”

“Just you. You look . . . you look very lovely, Kaylin. I can’t believe I’m saying this, but I actually like you like this. Not as a punishment. I just meant that I . . . like you.”

Her cheeks flushed red, and for a moment she didn’t know what to say.

“Let’s make camp,” Harry said, blushing himself. “We need some downtime. It’s getting late. We might have to finish this adventure at night. Or in the morning.”

“But didn’t the witch say we only had today?” Raven said, holding her arm.

“If no one else has found the treasure,” Lukarg said with a shrug, “then I don’t see how it couldn’t last longer than a day.”

“Did she even actually specify twenty four hours?” Kaylin asked. “Not that I want to be stuck with these perfectly ginormous breasts for any longer . . . but a rest would come nicely.”

“Very princess-like of you,” Harry jested.

“Oh, be silent knight. In fact, I order you to set up my camp. If I am going to be stuck in this girly body then at least I can tell the handsome - er, the dashing knight to do the work for me.”

It was as close to a taunt as the former alpha male jock jerk could get, but even the sting didn’t feel satisfying, particularly since Harry just shrugged and got to work clearing a space and unpacking his backpack - the backpack that had come from nowhere. They all had them, in fact, complete with their camping gear. Evidently, this was part of the LARP: the ‘hammer space’ that Lukarg began to explain to Raven. The elf would have normally punched the former pudgy nerd, but instead something about his voice was just entrancing, and so he regaled her while setting up his own orcish tent, and she giggled at his words while preparing to sleep under the stars in her elven way.

Just half an hour later and they were set to camp. It was a good thing too, as the sky was getting dark, the stars coming out. Once again the magic of Saoirse was clear in her effect upon the environment: their city wasn’t far away from the LARP festival sight, and yet there was zero light pollution. Literally zero: the constellations were bright and beautiful, and even Kaylin kept looking up at them and sighing, her new appreciation for beauty snagging her attention. Harry had worked hard to set up her monstrously large tent, one befitting a royal. It had its own thick bedding, lit braziers, maps and ornaments and outfits galore - unfortunately all of them were either slinky princess dresses or two-piece battle woman outfits. But still, it did her heart good to know she would sleep well tonight.

Except . . .

Except Harry had a meagre tent. It was functional and small, barely containing him. It felt cruel to let him stay out there in the cold, especially after he had worked without complaint. It was the curse, she knew, but still . . .

“Perhaps I could invite him in, just for a sip of wine,” she muttered to herself.

Meanwhile, Lukarg was thinking of Raven and failing to avoid his own arousal. The orc’s desire to fill her with his seed would have been immense even without any compulsions and new instincts: Lucas had always found elves the sexiest fictional species in fantasy, but now as Lukarg he also had a powerful desire to mate her. To breed her. To fill her with his strapping orc sons and daughters.

“N-never even wanted k-kids,” he grunted to himself, slowly stroking his enormous green manhood. “But right now it s-sounds amazing.”

He kept stroking himself, but it wasn’t enough. He wanted the real deal. He wanted to at least see her. He’d hated Rowan, but Raven was like a different person, with all of Rowan’s qualities inverted to become his ideal fantasy woman. Literally. He had no idea that Raven was confronting the same thoughts as him, just outside his tent.

The tension in the group had never been higher, and any second now it was going to snap. The burning arousal was only getting more powerful, and the compulsions all the stronger.

Eventually, someone made the first move.

To Be Continued . . .