The Misadventures of Ka-Ron the Knight (20 page)

A cool breeze blew across the site the wizard had chosen, giving both comfort and calm to the situation. Jatel stood, with his back to the event, because he did not wish his master to see the tears forming in his eyes. He was happy in the fact that his master would be turning back to normal, but saddened by the fact that he would be losing a fond lover. This he could not accept, for the latter meant more years of servitude and loneliness.

The wizard put on his most holy cloak, containing ancient writings and spells of protections. He had asked both Ka-Ron and Jatel to explain the circumstances behind Kai's spell, her motives, and her beliefs. He asked Ka-Ron to repeat all that she could remember. He requested that Jatel volunteer all that Kai had stated to him, and came up with the answers towards the reversal of the curse.

All was ready.

Jatel closed his eyes, waiting.

"Ka-Ron," Keeth instructed, "Stand here."

The knight stood between a fur tree and a scale bush. Under her feet were highly shined bloodstones. Ka-Ron's nerves were being pushed to her limits. She could start to feel the ebbing of Keeth's helpful spell to keep her and Jatel apart. She could feel the subtle wetness of her loins returning - feeling the need, again, for her lover's body and company.

"Let's get on with this, wizard." Ka-Ron whispered. "I feel the spell leaving my body, and the wanting returning."

This last caused a stir from Jatel's frame, but he still kept his back turned from his master.

"I am doing my best, brave knight," Keeth sneered. "Have patience. Have courage."

After Ka-Ron had taken claim on her appointed spot, Keeth bowed down, pouring the contents of his bowl in a circle of dragon's blood at the knight's feet. He started humming ancient ritual songs, causing the elements of nature and magic to form a perfect union in what needed to be done. The wizard placed the bowl at Ka-Ron's feet, allowing wind, dirt, water, and air to mingle in what was left of the bowl's contents.

The knight and the squire started to hear words coming from the wizard's mouth, but could not seem to understand or recognized their origins. His words were so ancient and so powerful that only those vaguely concerned with godhood would seem to care or take notice.

Keeth stopped only long enough to pick up a burning stick from their campfire.

"As in the stars, so upon the ground!" Keeth finally uttered.

Jatel opened his eyes in horror, remembering.

"My hair!" the squire shouted. "We forgot my hair!"

Before the squire could turn and warn his party, Keeth took the burning stick, lighting the blood ring he had laid around and at Ka-Ron's feet. The concoction of dragon's blood, hair, essence of both manhood and womanly fruits, ignited into a blood fire of the purest light.

Ka-Ron, for better or worse, was in for a rough ride.

Wicca spells were hard to break.

"Keeth!" Jatel yelled, shaking the wizard from his trance. "You must stop!"

Ka-Ron opened her eyes, trying her best to peer through the bright flames and energy building up around her. Try as she might, she could not hear what Jatel was saying, but, from the sheer panic on his face, she could guess that it was important.

Her squire was grabbing at his hair and yelling at Keeth. The wizard seemed confused at first, then, slowly, turned toward Ka-Ron, looking at the knight with confused horror. He shook his head, as if reconfirming a sad fact to the squire.

"What's going&?" Ka-Ron had started to say. She moved towards the fire. Touching it, she was attacked by a wave of pain that ran down her entire body.

"Do not attempt to walk outside the blood ring!" Keeth warned.

"I can hear you, now," the knight stated, fighting the pain.

"You touched the fire wall," Keeth explained. "That allows the communication."

"My hair!" Jatel yelled to Ka-Ron. "We forgot to add my hair to the formula, Ka-Ron." Jatel's face was red with panic. He reached up, cutting a piece of hair from his head with a knife, and tried to add it to the bowl in front of his master.

"It is too late, my son," Keeth warned, stopping the squire.

A bright light, almost blinding, engulfed Ka-Ron.

"What's happening?" Jatel asked.

"The spell will need time to think, lad." the wizard explained, pulling Jatel back.

"Will she die?"

"No," Keeth guessed, rubbing his hands together. "I do not believe so. Things will just be&interesting&for a sun or two."

"Interesting?"

Before Keeth could do anything else, both he and Jatel's attention was turned to Ka-Ron. The knight was engulfed in a globe of fantastic light.

Ka-Ron could feel the change.

She was becoming taller.

She was becoming less round.

She&he&was coming back!

"It's working, Keeth!" Jatel shouted, slapping the wizard on the back with excitement. "My master is returning."

Then, everything went wrong.

Like the snapping back of a rubber band, Ka-Ron's body shrank, became rounder, sexier, and indeed more female than it had been. Her hair grew longer, her lips fuller, her hips wider, and all looked as it had. The spell remained in place, as solid and as dependable as the tick-tock of a clock.

"Nothing!" Jatel shouted, "She is as she was."

Keeth rubbed his chin with great thought. "This Wicca Master was quite clever in her casting of this spell. I will have to rethink our situation."

"Our situation?" Jatel paused. "You aren't going to do a damn thing, sir."

"Language, young man!"

Ka-Ron collapsed.

Jatel's eyes widened with concern. He started to slowly walk backward. Away from where Ka-Ron had collapsed.

"Ah, Keeth, is it suppose to do that?"

The bright orb of energy left the knight's body, heading straight toward him. No matter what he tried, or where he went, it would not deviate. The energy was looking for a new home, and it was starting to claim Jatel.

"Young man, I would be cautious!" the wizard suggested. "These things need time."

"You dumb wizard! What have you done?"

Keeth threw his hands in the air. Frustrated, he walked back to his worktable. He opened his books, hoping to find an answer to all of this.

The bright light engulfed Jatel.

A blood ring soon appeared.

The blood ring ignited into a fire.

"For the gods! What is all of this?"

Jatel grabbed at his temples. His body felt as if it were on fire.

"Jatel?"

The squire blinked his eyes open, soon realizing that he was lying on his back. Both Ka-Ron and Keeth were smiling nervously down upon him. He had a headache the size of a snail-ox and every joint in his body was killing him. There was a subtle feeling that the young man could not put his finger on. An invasion of sensations that were nice, but alien to him.

Something was different.

"We were greatly concerned for you&son." the last word came out as a controlled laugh. Keeth was doing his best to keep a straight face.

Ka-Ron gave the wizard a harsh glance.

"Jatel, are you all right?" she asked, kneeling down.

"I think so&" his voice trailed off as he heard its timbre.

Jatel's throat started to dry and constrict. The voice coming from his mouth was not his own. In fact, it sounded&

"What's happened?"

Jatel darted up.

Upon his chest there was a strange weight. Instinctively, he reached up, horrified, cupping a pair of female breasts. His long hair fell into his eyes, and as he brushed the lock away, he noticed his hand.

It was the hand of a woman.

"I'm afraid we have a lot to talk about&son," Keeth said, sitting down at his worktable.

Jatel's body started to shake. It did not take a genius to notice that the man was terrified.

"Perhaps you should look into a mirror, Jatel," Ka-Ron suggested.

"Ahhh&" was all Jatel could bring himself to say.

Jatel blinked his eyes several times, hoping that what he was seeing was an illusion. He rubbed his temples, hoping that the beautiful woman starring back at him was someone else.

"What has happened?"

"I fear you have been turned&partly&into a beautiful woman." Ka-Ron tried to explain.

Jatel noticed that he was wearing one of the dresses provided to Ka-Ron by Keeth. It fit the squire quite well. He was not as well-rounded as his master, but he would do in a pinch. He was brunette, brown-eyed, and quite impressive. He placed a shaky hand up to his full lips, hiding them from view. He was elegant in his appearance - his colors and paintings that of a female of high standard. He turned, admiring his fullness of bust, and also, the round heartiness of his new ass. His legs were long and curvy - he knew this because the dress had a low-cut skirt - and he was wearing a pair of high heels. He couldn't seem to get over the fact that his feet were so small. He had always had big feet.

After the shock of it all, he remembered what Ka-Ron had said.

"What did you mean by 'partly' turned into a woman?"

Ka-Ron turned to the wizard.

Keeth fumbled, and moved his books around, but only ended up shrugging his shoulders.

The knight rolled her eyes.

"Come at me!" she ordered.

Before Jatel knew it, both he and his master were kissing. And, what a kiss! Like Ka-Ron, he learned that women were the more enjoying of the two when embraced in a kiss. His body exploded with new and enjoyable sensations. However, there did remain one all-familiar feeling.

The front of Jatel's skirt started to constrict.

Ka-Ron separated from the squire, making both their lips smack.

"That's what I mean." she explained, pointing down toward Jatel's crotch.

As beautiful and seductive as Jatel was, he had, jutting out from the front of his dress, the largest erection that any man could have possessed.

In the definition of fact: Jatel was still a man.

"A very curious and terrible, situation," Keeth stated, reading into his vast volumes of books and texts. The wizard was doing everything he could not to look at Jatel. Every time he did he had to control the urge to laugh. "It should clear itself in less than a sun."

Jatel, upon hearing this, sighed with relief. In the meantime, however, he was about to have a most unique experience. One that would certainly help him understand his master's situation.

The squire started to relax against a fur tree, not really paying close attention to Ka-Ron.

The knight was leering at him.

"Jatel, you seem to have yourself in a rather deep quagmire."

"Uh-huh," Jatel said, trying his best to ignore the curious weight and temptation of his new breasts. The young man wanted to touch them, as all men would secretly want to, but he was too confused and tired to let himself give in.

"I must say, you are quite the maiden."

There was a tone in Ka-Ron's voice that sent warning chimes through the squire's mind. Jatel glanced up, noticing a look of controlled seduction entering his master's eyes. He turned both nervous and terrified at the fact that Ka-Ron was interested in his current form.

"Master?" the squire asked. His voice started to tremble. "What are your intentions?"

Ka-Ron innocently shrugged. Her advancement did not falter. She had upon her face a rather male-like sneer which caused Jatel to feel a slight knot of excitement at the base of his stomach. His throat tightened even more, and he found his brightly painted fingers fumbling with each other.

"Master!" Jatel shouted, "What&what&what&what&" he stammered.

"Oh, Jatel," Ka-Ron cooed. She started to play with his long hair. "What a fetching young maiden you have become!"

"Temporarily have become," he pointed out, straightening his dress.

"Still, I find you pleasing&given the situation."

Jatel's world started to collapse.

Ka-Ron leaned in, kissing him.

"Master! Master!" Jatel said, finally breaking the kiss.

"What?"

"This is not&"

"Not what?"

"Well, natural."

Ka-Ron paused, her lips again within reach of Jatel's. The knight found herself caught in the middle of a giggle.

"I'm a girl who used to be a guy, seducing a guy with the body of a girl."

There was a long, awkward pause.

"Point taken," the squire gulped.

They embraced.

This time, Jatel did not hold back.

Ka-Ron attacked her squire's new body with the skill of a general. Her lips smothered Jatel's, causing the confused young man to fight back. Their tongues wrestled, allowing each to enjoy the simple wet pleasures of human contact.

Ka-Ron pulled back, catching her breath.

"I thank you, Jatel."

"Thank me?" Jatel opened his lovely eyes wide. His new doe-eyed expression did not escape the subtle enjoyment of his master.

"For allowing me to feel like a man again."

Jatel looked down, realizing that his lover was playing with his breasts. The squire found himself in a rather "female" reaction. He started shaking his head.

"Don't you guys play with anything else?" Jatel mockingly said.

"Nope," Ka-Ron said, winking.

Keeth looked up from his books, giving both his guests a slight grumble.

"Our host is objecting." the knight stated.

"Let him."

At this, Ka-Ron gave her squire another smile.

"You may retire in there." Keeth said, pointing towards the open window of a room in his small home.

Ka-Ron and Jatel were more than happy to take up the invitation. Without a word of protest, each surrendered to their desires and took up the wizard on his hospitality.

"In the morn, we have a lot to discuss." The wizard dove back into his studies.

Ka-Ron awoke both satisfied and well-centered. She and Jatel had embraced and enjoyed each other into the night. She was sure that the wizard got little if any sleep. Jatel proved himself to be a screamer in his new form. His lovely female features brought out sides of the squire that Ka-Ron was both shocked and pleased to find. As a woman, Jatel was quite educated in the arts of oral sex. As a man, he pleased Ka-Ron to the point of making the knight pass out several times. Ka-Ron repaid the gestures with all she had.