Tales of Seraph - Chains of Duty (Futa/F, Futa/Futa, Fantasy, Size, Transformation)

Story by Nadiir

Hi everyone! Bloody hell, it's been a while. Several years ago, I posted an outline for a fantasy world I was thinking of writing some stories based around. It was pretty overdone, and probably very boring, as I talked about ten times as much about the politics and feudal structure as I did about the fun stuff, but hey, it was something that interested me. I sketched out a few story ideas, wrote a couple of introductory story paragraphs, and then never touched it for almost 5 years. Lately I've been doing some writing in off-hours while at work, and I've managed to get a surprising amount on paper, and I think it's approaching a state in which I'm comfortable to start releasing some of it to you guys. I'm about two-thirds of the way through my first story, and I want to share it. Usual caveats apply about being an amateur writer, and even more ametuer when it comes to writing pr0nz.

Just a note about timing, I want to release this relatively consistantly, so I won't be dumping all of it out at once and then make you guys wait for my slow-ass writing to catch up, so I'm thinking of releasing a section roughly weekly. That should give me enough time to write faster than I post and not leave you guys hanging. As additional warning, this is going to be fairly story-based. There's always going to be something sexy going on, but there may be several updates where there is no major action, possibly a few in a row. Writing this, the sexy stuff is being used to (usually) service the story, rather than the other way around. Since I'm making you wait for updates, I felt I should let you know in advance.

Also, again, the original world-building outline I drew up is probably a boring read (though you can go and find it if you really want to) so I'll summarise some stuff that you'll need to know before the actual story. This wasn't the first story I indended on writing, so there won't be much, if any, in-universe world building, so it may be a little bit of a generic world until I write some other stories.

The land of Seraph is a medieval, magical land where women outnumber men by 4:1 and 5% of the population is futa. The lands are ruled by counts and countesses, lords and ladies who each control a parcel of land, a city or a few towns and who are occasional rivals, occasional allies, and occasionally both, but all swear fealty to a common monarch. Magic exists, but is not widespread, sorcerers and sorceresses are taken in to be trained by a magical university. Dicks are appropriately oversized, as you'd expect, and bewbs are always awesome, and equally oversized, equally predictably.

Lady Naira, Commander of the Guard, ultimate protector of the Countess Melora and guardian of the royal sovereignty in all the lands of the blessed county of Fierre, sighed bitterly as she opened the doors to her quarters. Seven years of protecting the countesses and heading the royal bodyguard never seemed to weigh her down as much as it did now. Her ceremonial court armour, gleaming and new, shiny plates of glimmering steel covering her body, or at least mostly covering, she mused, only added to the oppressive weight she felt forced to carry.

Then again, the damn thing was forty pounds of steel plate, she thought. That might be a factor.

“Amily! Why are the lights out?” she called out as she entered her quarters. A thin figure in a plain servant’s bodice and long skirts stood in the centre of the unlit room, shrouded in gloom. Naira frowned faintly in exasperation. “Where is Amily? She is normally the one to wait on me.”

The obviously nervous young thing, trying desperately to hide in the shadows it seemed, replied in a quivering voice, “The housekeeper was told to change up assignments, milady. Amily is working elsewhere.”

For a second, Naira felt a hot flash of anger at the meddling, but just as quickly felt it drain away. She was too tired, physically and mentally, to control her temper, but likewise too tired to maintain any effort of anger. Seeing the younger woman standing there, locked up and shaking like a leaf, Naira took pity on her. “What’s your name, dear?”

“Peregrine, milady.” Even through her limb-trembling terror, Naira could tell the young woman was shocked, in a vague kind of way, that this would be asked. While she mulled this over, the self-confessed Peregrine continued to stand stiffly erect, shaking almost to the point of vibrating on the marble floor.

Noticing this, Naira spoke again, trying to inject as much kindness as her fatigue would allow into her words. “From your manner, I don’t suppose you know much about being a personal servant?”

Peregrine shook her head, Naira just making out the swishing of hair in the darkness. “No milady. I just used to work kitchens milady. Just that lots of girls haven’t turned up to work milady.”

Naira nodde

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