[Mkguild] Prince Matthew Hassan

[kyle.vernon at gmail.com]

This is a challenge from Charles Matthias to see if I could write a story
with no dialogue.

Challenge Accepted

This is a prequel story taking place during Three Gates. As it deals with
the second gate, there are some sexual themes, including rape and naughty
bits. They are toned down to try and keep a PG-13 Rating. You have been
warned.

Prince Matthew Hassan didn’t know it yet, but today was going to be a day
he’d look back on for the rest of his life. A day he’d wish to relive, a
day he’d wish to rewrite, a day he’d regret to see the end of. For this was
the last day he spent as Prince of his own kingdom.

An attack, an attack from the infamous wizard Nasoj, many had already died.
Duke Thomas Hassan, Matthew’s adopted father had come up with a plan. The
royal wives would be taken to Loriodina in the second gate, the lords and
Duke would stay in Metamor Keep proper. That way if the Keep was taken
their loved ones would go without harm and best of all. The Prince would be
protecting them with a large squadron of soldiers, Metamor would follow
under his leadership should the Keep fall. Currently they were in Castle
Loriod, waiting for an attack. Pre-emptively and because it was a time of
war and the lutins could come storming in any moment. It was a very high
pressure situation as not only could the siege start at any moment, but
Altera Loriod and her hand-maiden had gone missing during the commotion.

Matthew scanned the crowd, it was possible he had overlooked her. Putting a
hand to his head he looked harder still. He saw one of the ladies he was
protecting, but it wasn’t Loriod’s wife. No Loriod’s wife was beautiful,
very healthy and of high class, her weight proved this. Altera also smelled
of imported perfumes all of which had a quite pleasing armoa, but at this
strength they were more like a rotted seal carcass that hath been sitting
out in the sun for a grand total of three years. This woman had a degree of
pounds on her due to her wealth, but it wasn’t to the extent of Loriod’s
wife’s weight, the hair was all wrong, she wasn’t wearing anywhere near as
much in the way of jewelry for which Altera never showed restraint, and her
perfumes weren’t as overpowering. No other figure in the room was remotely
feminine shaped. Most of the servants stayed in their rooms under careful
supervision of the guard. There were more knights here than the Prince had
seen in Barracks Inspection, it was truly impressive the amount of concern
the Lords had for their wives. So impressive in fact that Matthew gritted
his teeth in rage, he couldn’t let Alvarez down, he had to ensure the
safety of his wife. No matter how unpleasant she may be. Sir Yariv, the
Lady’s bodyguard, was already looking into it, but that wasn’t good enough.
How could he possibly explain that the Lady of Loriodina just went missing,
the wife of the man who owned this castle! Missing! It was beyond
infuriating.

It seemed though that the search would have to be called off, a man was
coming in. He was about to talk and say something, whatever it was would
likely been important, he seemed horrified. Like he had eyed something
ghastly that no one of this Earth should EVER lay eyes upon. Something like
the hordes of lutins and trolls behind him. He would have been able to say
something about it if it weren’t for the fact that just as he was about to
open his mouth an arrow became quite lodged in his throat. The lutin archer
making screeching noises in celebration was likely responsible, but it was
just a hunch.

Matthew narrowed his eyes and cleared his mind of all thoughts outside of
defending his kingdom. Sword already drawn he pointed his blade forward at
the lutins, the knights of Metamor didn’t need any more indication as they
charged forward. Men at the front using large shields to deplete the arrows
until the archers were dealt with. As much as Hassan would have loved to
stay and fight, the other lady needed protection and so without warning he
grabbed her hand and moved deeper into the castle. Seeing the lord’s
private chambers as too obvious, it was too full of valuables, the lutins
would think to look there immediately, but the basement below, now that
seemed promising and so that is where they ventured. Luckily his men for
winning, for now.

The lady was scared and looked at the prince dozens of times, pondering if
things were going to be alright, but Hassan just smiled at him. He knew in
his heart that they’d see their way through this. Nasoj was never going to
get Metamor, not while he still drew breathe. The lady was comforted by his
enthusiasm and tried to put on a brave face to match his. It was working,
the Prince knew that the first rule of being royal was to always have a
brave face!  If the people can not look to you for strength, than who can
they look too? No one! Once they were in the basement cellar that’s when
things were difficult. For while running down the stairs the lady had
tripped and hurt herself. Much to Matthew’s dismay.

The lady cried out in pain, grabbing her foot and crying, breathing in and
out heavily. Upon closer inspection it appeared she had broken her leg.
Matthew was afraid, it was his idea to hide in the basement and she had
been in his care, thus it was entirely his fault that she was in this
condition. He looked quite guilty as he looked her over, though he
apologized several times, sorry doesn’t fix anything only a medic would.
Being a mage Matthew did know some minor healing spells which he cast. The
Prince’s hands glowed a bluish-green as the touched the wounded leg and
evaporated the pain, just the pain. The woman was very grateful and began
breathing a little easier, until making the mistake of trying to walk
mistakenly believing the leg to have been healed, but Matthew wasn’t THAT
strong. She nearly fell over, but fortunately the Prince anticipated this
would happen and had gotten into position to catch her the second he saw
her trying to get up. No the spell was merely to dose the pain, the damage
would remain and that’s why Matthew unsheathed his weapon once more, he
needed to find a proper medic. With a fire once again kindled in his heart,
he gave the maiden a bottle of wine from the cellar and told her he’d be
back with proper medicine. Though with the war going on he didn’t know if
he’d actually be back, but he couldn’t share that fear with her, otherwise
she’d be afraid too. Since she was to be left alone, the last thing she
needed, was fear. Especially since she seemed to realize this.

As Matthew left to the upstairs, the Lady’s face took on a blood chilling
sorrow, unable to move, no one to talk too. The Prince felt guilty about
this, but he knew it was the only option. Though he promised that if he
found two troops in good enough condition, he’d send them to her care. Even
if the battle was going poorly. The basement was dark and dank, a bad place
to be left by oneself, this could easily drive a woman insane and the war
going on outside was not helping!

As he was about to be up the staircase the lady called for him to be
careful, Matthew nodded in agreement and continued. Meanwhile above things
had gone and went to hell quickly, Nasoj was no fool. Brutes like trolls
and lutins the knights of Metamor could handle, but magic users had entered
the fray and people were exploding, freezing to death, and catching on
fire, it was madness. A dying man crawled up to Matthew’s leg and grabbed
it, looking into his prince’s eyes screaming for help. But a robed looking
figure held out his hand and the prince looked in horror as the dying
knight’s head began to appear as though something heavy was pushing it in
both sides until it exploded, blood and brain now stained the Prince’s
armor. The cultist laughed as he did this, but the prince did not
appreciate this brand of humor as he charged at him and gutted him right
through the heart in vengeful fury. When he confirmed the mage had died he
kicked him over and spat on his corpse. Another who saw this began chanting
something in a demonic tongue and formed on orb of residual energies.
Matthew would have rolled his eyes if he wasn’t so royally ticked off and
consumed with the bloodlust of war. Holding up a single hand and hacking
away at nearby lutins he said a quick chant and tossed a small bolt of pure
light right in the orb. The mage conjuring it became afraid as his dark orb
flashed many colors and back unstable, exploding right there taking off his
hands and burning through much of his ribcages. This left him in great
pain, but Matthew was merciful and stomped through his exposed skeletal and
squishing his black heart under his boot. With two of the mages down the
warriors stood a better chance, and once the situation became more under
control two of the knights were ordered to go check on the lady while the
Prince searched for a medic. So far he hadn’t found one even after
trenching through the mass amounts of corpses and entrails both human and
lutin, hearing bones crunch under his boots, there had to be a medic on the
field SOMEWHERE. Soon however Matthew would forget about that as a bigger
problem would arise. The remaining mages cheered as they noticed a fiery
arrow launch into the sky giving a signal they had been waiting for. The
head mage closed his eyes and began unleashing an unholy force that made
the prince’s blood turn frozen solid.

Something in the air, it was already like hell, but now the prince felt as
though he were literally in hell. What was in the surrounding area, the
magical energies in the air now, was nothing but pure evil of the highest
sort. Matthew looked toward where it was coming from, a single man in the
middle of various other mages channeling this, unholy force. Rising up from
their hands though was a blue and pink distorted image of the Daedra of
Lust, Suspiria. On a scale of 1 to 10, this was a 100 as far as really bad
signs go. Matthew tried all of his magic to disrupt the spell, but anything
he threw just evaporated before them. So there was option B, the sword.
Matthew ran towards one of the mages planning to slay them one by one,
others had the same idea. However men could only look in horror as their
weapons broke and shattered like glass once they were raised towards the
mages.

Matthew had only one idea, RUN! Back to the castle where it would be safe.
Yet, it wasn’t safe. The image of Suspiria had become clear and very
visible and blew a kiss over the land. The energies spread out all through
out the second gate. Matthew threw up a shield and tried to resist, but the
magic was too powerful. Never before had he even read about strength like
this as his very mind and soul became assaulted, luckily Matthew’s
strongest shield was the one surrounding his brain. If this was a mind
control thing, he’d at least have a sporting chance. The magic was
intensifying, Matthew put up a hand to try and look away from the blinding
light illuminating off of the figure of Suspiria , and it worked slightly,
mainly because Matthew didn’t care about the light or the daedra anymore.
Just his hand, his hand was shrinking and his nails were becoming longer,
like a woman’s hand! Was this a joke!?! Matthew was expecting his demise,
but instead it’s girly hands? No, girly other things. He quickly grabbed at
his crotch and became frozen in terror that nothing was there, what’s more
his hips were getting wider. Matthew screamed, not sure what was going
really as breasts began developing. The force of the magic knocked him on
his back just as his hair burst out. This knocked him out for a bit, or
rather, it knocked her out for a bit.

It wasn’t long until Matthew came too, she was fine once the spell was
over, she was feeling something. Not fear, not pain, no nothing like that.
Instead she was feeling, needy. Her body craved carnal pleasure, it needed
a buffet of touching and kissing, no more than that. Matthew had a wet hot
sex that needed to be filled. Yet, the shielding on her mind and saved most
of her brain so she wasn’t completely crazy, just, ravenous. A mage smiled
at her and began to disrobe in front of the now-Princess and he had quite
the complexion and big stiff… NO! Matt recoiled in pain rubbing his head.
She raised a hand and began charging up a spell as she rubbed her aching
head. Yet the mage came closer, and as he did, the princess felt comforted
by his presence, especially when he put his manhood closer to her face. The
magic in her body compelled her to act and for a time this mage would have
some fun. Matthew didn’t care about the war, about the keep, about the lady
in the basement, just fulfilling this new longing. After all, weren’t these
mages guests in her land? A good princess shows a welcome guest a good
time, especially ones who were so nice to replace those worries with
carefree lust and offered her wondrous sex. Sure there was a voice nagging
in the back of her mind begging her to stop, but that was her old life, her
new one was in laying back and enjoying the gift of this mage’s
masculinity. Even though she did for some reason have a very strong urge to
throw some dirt into the hole of the genitals of her rapist.

Some time had passed and the monarch’s son-turned-daughter had done things
she couldn’t previously imagine in a vain attempt to appease her endless
hunger. At the moment she was naked and trying something else with two
partners at once in different parts of her body. The princess was endlessly
moaning in pleasure and complementing the girth of the lutin partner who
was attempting to appease her endless lust. The voice in the back of
Matthew’s head was stopping, it had accepted that this was her now, this
was her purpose. To be used for pleasure. What in life could be better than
that? A lot of things actually, and once a second wave had come over the
land she was able to recall that. For a brief moment the princess became
quite dizzy and pondering why she felt odd, why her chest felt heavy even
if it was shrinking, slightly, and why her body ached around her groin and
rear end as though something had been inserted into both Once she found the
answer to all of these questions she screamed. The mage tried to ask in a
calming voice what was wrong, but found a hand on his throat that was
charging a fire spell burning a hole in it. After getting the lutin off she
kicked him in the crotch and flung a stalactite of ice threw his heart. She
re-dressed and found the rest of her, well women now, were having similar
rude awakenings and beginning to eviscerate their partners.

Many were too enraged and embarrassed by what had happened to look at
themselves now. It was quite a scene, if Nasoj had been told this morning
that his army would be toppled by hordes of beautiful and naked women he
would have laughed at this person and asked where he got such ridiculous
ideas. Yet here it was happening. Matthew would have laughed at such a
sight if she wasn’t panicked. If she was a woman, did that mean the lady
was…. Oh no, no no no no no. It was bad enough that the Metamor Military
was now mostly female along with Matthew herself, if the Lady was now a
Lord she’d really be in for it. Rushing to the basement, easy especially
given the tides of battle were now on the Keepers’ side as they had the
element of surprise and the opportunity to literally catch Nasoj’s voices
with their pants down, Matthew prayed the spells only affected men and was
horrified to see that it wasn’t the case. Worse still, what happened with
her and Nasoj’s men seemed to have happened down here. The knights were not
in their armor and instead were facing away from the lady blushing bright
red, the lady, now a rather dashing man in a very expensive dress was
staring at himself in sheer disbelief. At least the spell cured his broken
leg, that’s, something. Matthew started rubbing the skin between her eyes,
they did not have words to describe days like this, once he was done
rubbing, the only thing she thought to do was sit down. Sit down and ask
herself, what now? Well, Prince Matthew wouldn’t cut it anymore, it would
be hard to take for citizens and foreign ambassadors, so unless a reversal
for the spell could be found, he’d have to get used to being called
Princess Malisa.

Eventually the war was won and Malisa and her forces reported to the Keep
with the man he had been protecting and Loriod’s wife, well husband now.
Who seems to have been the sole witness to the only person who had died
from the curse, his handmaiden. Malisa thought it was suspicious, but she
had no proof of anything and she didn’t care. All she wanted to do was go
back to being Matthew. Hopefully her mother, or was it father still? Would
have had a remedy by now. Once things calmed down she began to realize how
much she didn’t like this body. Nothing fit, everything felt wrong, the
sensations were off, this extra weight on her chest, the way her hips
swayed when she walked. It was ghastly, nothing about it felt natural or
even the slightest bit pleasant.

However it seemed not only had there been no progress on reversing the
spell nor on calming anyone as cursed keepers argued and bickered, pointing
fingers at one another and demanding curse, but also everyone in the third
gate had been turned into animals! Foxes, Bears, Badgers, Cats, Dogs,
Horses, Birds, Some Fish, A bug or two, if you could name it it was here,
even a few animals Malisa couldn’t name. Oh and a porcupine, wait, Malisa
knew that goofy smile, was that Pascal? Well she certainly got younger, and
female. All of them said the same thing, the curse appeared to be
permanent, no, no that couldn’t be. Malisa would have to hit the books hard
to fix this, but she would, she knew she would. This body felt terrible,
her skin so soft, her voice so angelic, no, no no no, she would not live
like this. First, thing was first though, she had to see him, she had to
see her father and know what he had become. After scanning through various
animals, she saw him. A black horse wearing a crown and the Hassan Family
Royal Seal. That was definitely him. Such a magnificent looking stallion,
how Malisa envied him. This new body of her father’s seemed powerful and
majestic, if anything it seemed more like her father than his old body did.
In a way, she was happy for him.

Thomas was speechless seeing his daughter for the first time, he knew it
was her because those were her favorite robes. That and Malisa just hugged
him as tears rolled down her cheek. The studies to reverse herself would
begin as soon as this hug was over, explanations were given, and a speech
was prepared, but she began wondering if any of that would happen. As the
hug it seemed would last forever. Yes the Princess hated the way she was
now, but that she could learn to stomach if she really had too. The real
loss would have been if her father had perished in the attack.
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