New Skill Unlocked! - Onahole TF
Tags: Inanimate, Sex Toys TF, Gender bend, Gender swap, Onahole, Rabbit
The world itself chose Marcus de Rae to be the Hero. When the church tested his class at fifteen, the crystal blazed gold and the priests fell to their knees, because the Hero class only appears once a generation. He was destined to build a party, grow strong and end the tyranny of the Demon King.…
The world itself chose Marcus de Rae to be the Hero. When the church tested his class at fifteen, the crystal blazed gold and the priests fell to their knees, because the Hero class only appears once a generation. He was destined to build a party, grow strong and end the tyranny of the Demon King. And he looked the part too, blonde hair that caught sunlight like a blessing, bright blue eyes and a cheerful smile that melted the hearts of ladies in every town they saved. His body was perfectly balanced, broad shoulders, strong arms, not too bulky, built like a statue of some old war god. He was no dummy hero either. Level 43. His party had crushed bandit kings, wiped out a lich, cleared two dungeons. It was only a matter of time before he faced the Demon King himself. But some enemies are just too powerful. The demon prince Asmodeus stood at the far end of the ravine and he was a nightmare stacked in a signle body. Three heads on one thick neck, a snarling wolf, a screaming goat, a dead eyed serpent, all fused onto the body of a beast the size of a farmhouse, black fur matted with old blood. The mana pool of this beast was like a river Marcus could FEEL it pressing on the air like a whole platoon of knights casting at once. The whole ravine stank of sulfur and burnt hair. The fight was brutal. It got their healer first, Sister Ophelie thrown into the rocks, unconscious. Then the magician, Vessalyn, drained dry and collapsed. After that it was one sided. Marcus stood alone in the ash with his greatsword dragging, blood dripping off his chin, one eye swelling shut. His last standing member, Torvald the barbarian, was pinned behind a boulder with a shattered arm guard. 'This is it... this is where the Hero dies in a ditch.' **DING** A golden window opened in front of his face. [The Goddess of Fertility offers you a new skill: OVERDRIVE] [Description: Bring out the most beautiful and strong part of yourself. This power is not free and must be paid back later.] [Accept? Y/N] Marcus blinked blood out of his eye. The Goddess of Fertility? She never gave him anything. She was not interested in wars. Everyone knew that. She cared about love, pleasure and making babies. Why would SHE pick him now? The skill could be denied, which was rare, which meant it was special, which meant the cost was real. Asmodeus roared with all three heads and charged. 'No time and he had no choice.' He slammed Accept. The skill snapped into his selection and he activated it without a second thought, and his body EXPLODEDx with mana. It poured out from his heart like a dam breaking, way too much, an ocean of power flooding a body built for a river and his body started changing to hold it. It felt like being reshaped by warm hands, his heavy arms compressing, muscle melting down into something lean and smooth, his legs slimming, his waist pulling in tight. Two long ears pushed out of his skull with a soft sound and suddenly he could hear EVERYTHING, Torvald's heartbeat, ash falling, the wind sliding over his own skin and gods his skin, every inch of it lit up with sensation like his whole body woke up for the first time. Then his crotch started compressing. 'Wait… wait, that doesn't feel like...' Something pulled inward down there, folding, softening, and his nipples swelled fat and sensitive against cold air as weight bloomed on his chest. He snapped out of this sensations and opened his eyes. The cold air tingled against long twitching bunny ears. Golden hair spilled down past his shoulders in soft waves. His armor was gone, burned away by the transformation, nothing left but a blue loincloth hanging off his hips and black thigh-high stockings his boots had somehow become. Two huge soft breasts sat on his chest, pale and heavy, pink nipples stiff in the cold. And between his legs, under the loincloth, nothing was hanging. Just soft folds and smooth heat. He had a pussy. 'The skill turned me into a WOMAN?!' Asmodeus stopped mid-charge, and all three heads giggled, a horrible wet layered sound. "Kekekeke! Shapeshifting? That is a trick of demon folk, little hero," the wolf head sneered. "You turned into a rabbit too? Rabbits taste SWEET. You have only made yourself dinner!" 'Soft little meat. I will save the ears for last,' the demon prince thought, drool stringing off the goat's jaw. But Marcus was the Hero. Not corrupted, not scared, not even by his own weird new body. The mana inside him was a screaming get out and it wanted OUT. He gripped his greatsword in two slim hands, planted his stockinged feet, and swung with everything the Goddess gave him.**KRAKOOOOOM** The blade never even touched the demon. The pressure wave alone hit Asmodeus like the fist of god and the ravine BEHIND the beast split clean in two, a canyon tearing open for half a mile, boulders flying like pebbles. Asmodeus had one heartbeat to look surprised with three faces before his entire body burst into gray ash and scattered on the wind. There was total silence and then
