Second Born: A Corruption of Champions Fan-Fiction

Story by Elimination Idol

First of all: if you're wondering "whats Corruption of Champions" then for shame. Click here to find out.

Second: if you're wondering why I'm not posting either of these stories instead, well... Sorry. First, it was procrastination. Then it was writers block. The excuses got progressively lame from there. But I'm not giving-up on those stories. Not even the one that received the fewest votes.

Note to self: no more polls about what I should do next. They're about as motivating as watching a bridge sell on ebay.

Third: this story will contain futa, (Captain Obvious saves the day again) corruption, (whodda thunkit) rape, (say it ain't so) furries, (its unnatural) drugs/potions, (just say ye... I mean, no!) and violence, (at this point, why not?) but no transformation.

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Had you going there, didn't I? Of course it has transformation. A CoC story without transformation would be like KISS reuniting without singing: nobody would care to see that.

This first chapter doesn't have sex or transformations. Its just plot. Sorry. I'll work on future chapters and/or the other stories whenever.

Oh, I almost forgot: this is my first "serious" story. Please be gentle.

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Who the hell am I kidding?! Tear it to shreds. I'll come back from the brink of death, and be stronger for it. Just like a Super Saiyan on LSD.

Edit 1: In the content tags, and above warning, I forgot to mention tentacles, futa on female, (not right away) and futa on male. (again, much later) Also, chapter 2 is already here. I surprised myself. I'm usually pretty lazy with this.

Edit 2: Chapter 3 is up. Don't expect anything but plot in this part.

Chapter 1: How It Is

It was a somber, silent early afternoon at the village of Ingnam. The time had come this year to send a champion to the demon realm, never to be seen again. At the outer square of the village, there stood two ebony-skinned, red-haired, nearly identical women. They were surrounded by the other villagers who were seeing them off.

One of those women had a scarred face. Her name was Marjani, for her fiery hair. However, there was no fire in her soul this day. Her only fight was against her own tears.

The other woman was Marjani’s twin sister. She was named Nakato because she was born a few minutes later.

The two were dressed in similar simple brown shirts and black pants. But Nakato bore a travel pack behind her shoulders. It contained a tent and her few meager remaining material possessions.

The deafening silence was broken when Marjani lost her battle, and broke into sobs. She threw her arms around Nakato, “Don’t go, please…!”

Nakato hugged Marjani back. For awhile, neither spoke as Marjani cried, “It was my fault. Please, let me go in your place.”

Nakato finally broke her own silence, “It was not your fault,” she cooed, “none of it.”

“I’m sorry,” a male voice interrupted them, “but it is time to go. We cannot arrive after nightfall, nor delay your arrival by a single day.” The man was Nomur, the most respected elder of Ingnam. He had light skin and gray hair. He was wearing a green robe. It was simple clothing, compared to what was available to elders like him.

Marjani didn’t let go, until Nakato gently nudged Marjani out of embrace. Nakato stepped toward Elder Nomur, wiping a solitary tear from her own face.

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During the long journey to Mount Ilgast, Nakato thought about her lover Zola. They always met in secret, because Ingnam’s laws forbade love between women. But, they were caught a few years ago. The elders forbade the two from seeing each other until they were “over this phase” as the elders phrased it. Zola refused, because she was tired of secrecy and intolerance. The punishment, according to village law, was banishment. However, the elders gave Zola a chance to redeem herself as a champion.

Nakato thought to herself that Zola made this same journey. Perhaps she might finally learn what became of her love.

As Mount Ilgast grew close, Nakato started to reflect on her own fate. The elders pronounced her guilty of murder. She had killed Fiskal, Marjani’s new husband. Elder Nomur was the sole dissenting opinion among the judging elders. Nobody else cared that Fiskal was about to kill Marjani, when Nakato stopped him. Ingnam was proud of its traditions. How husbands treated their wives was an exception. The tradition for that was silence.

The elders gave Nakato a choice between public execution or seeking redemption as a champion.

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At early evening, Elder Nomur and Nakato arrived at the foot of Mount Ilgast, and the mouth the Tainted Cave. The two stopped in their tracks. The cave looked like the mouth of a hungry beast. Nakato’s expression w

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