Cursed in Darkness (Transformation, Mind Control, Futa on Everyone)
Story by FutaContractor
**Authors Note**
I have started my new series now that Numbed has ended. This will take some ideas I had for The Untold Story of Sarah but didn't make the final cut. I also took some new fetishes I have developed over the past year and I am going to include them as well. Many of you on the site know that I have been working with Fenoxo to port his title Corruption of Champions over to android along with some of his associates (links below in my Sig). While working around with that story I decided to start building some more unique encounters with my Futanari Transformations including Plant Life, Horse Cocks, and the like. If you aren't a fan of any of those transformation I would recommend avoiding this story because it will play heavily on those specific transformations. Thank you so much for your continued support of my writings please enjoy "Cursed in Darkness"
♥FutaContractor
- Synopsis -
Kourtney lives in a small village called "Neverwell" just south of the royal Palace. She has lived a normal life, albeit it lonely since the death of her parents. She works for the local cobbler, and makes ends meet. Her only friend in town is a man named Johnny who often gets himself into far too much trouble. One fateful morning Kourtney finds herself face to face with her friend in the stocks who claims that he was cursed by a witch. Kourtney now must make a decision whether to believe his crazy tale or lose her only friend.
Chapter 1
Once upon a time in the small Village of Neverwell there lived a girl. She was not powerful, or beautiful. She wasn’t anything remarkable really. She was a simple plain girl. Her name was Kourtney, but often times she refused to go buy her full name and requested that those around her call her Kourt. There weren’t very many people in the village, there were at least two hundred. Kourtney was complacent with her small lifestyle. She enjoyed visiting the Town well or talking to those being punished in the stocks. There were three guards who worked the town, but there wasn’t really a need for them. There was only one man who was known for being locked into the Stocks. His name was Johnny, and there was always something he did that would make Kourtney blush or shy away from him, but she always had to find out what it was that got him locked up in the first place. He was probably one of the real friends that she could consider she had, though their friendship was rather awkward at times. She lived a few streets away from the business part of the village where the stocks and well stood. She worked with the cobbler near her home. Jensen was a rather inviting man who had large tufts of grey hair that donned his head. He was more of a father to her really. When Kourtney was little, around eight years old, her parents had died while trying to protect the village from the river overflowing. It flooded large parts of the city and they had drowned in the process. That same river that now babbled gently outside her house reminded her every day of their sacrifice. The rains that year were far too heavy, and since then the town had never been the same. At least that is what Jensen said to Kourtney almost every day. His mind was starting to fade with his old age, and Kourtney had practically taken on the entire workload of the cobbler all to herself. It didn’t bother her; in fact it kept her mind busy and prevented her from idly sitting by and waiting for life to happen.
She yawned and stretched as she looked out the wooden shutters that hung off the edge of the small house she lived in. Her parents had a very small amount of money they left her with. She never had Godparents, so she was left to survive as a small child moving from place to place. Luckily everyone got to know her, and she was an accepted part of the community now. It bothered her at first when she attended classes and the other children mocked her for being alone, but she grew used to their teasing and took it quite well. When she finished with studies at the age of ten like the other students she moved on to start her lifetime job. She had been with the cobbler now for almost nine years. The boys her age didn’t even seem to notice her anymore. Once again this little gem wasn’t overly beautiful, but she was cute with small freckles across her nose and shoulders. She hardly wore dresses that exposed her shoulders, but every so often the Cobbler would find a gown that he had wanted to get his now deceased daughter. She had drowne
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