As the trio rushed toward the orc encampment, D fought for her life against five angry orcs out for blood. Their axes and swords sshed at the woman, striking deep and spshing blood from her legs, arms, and torso as she desperately strove to avoid their hits while fighting back. She ducked under one axe, striking out with her short sword into the armpit of the attacking orc, piercing through into his rib cage. The orc gnced down at the fatal wound in surprise, twisting as it fell in death, the motion ripping the sword from D's outstretched arm. The other orcs ughed at the now defenseless woman, advancing toward her. The lead orc swung its sword, a giant rusty weapon, toward D's torso. She dodged, but took a heavy blow on her arm, a rge chunk of her bicep fpping to the side as she screamed in pain and frustration.
Colin blinked forward again, re-appearing in the center of the encampment with a popping noise. The wizard took in the scene at a gnce, then pointed a finger toward where D stood, surrounded by orcs, and shouted "Fireball," crafting his spell to avoid the woman. A bright spark fshed forward, zipping from his hand across the small vilge, before a giant explosion rocked the area, two orcs incinerated in an instant and the other two sent flying against a nearby hut, lighting it on fire as well. Colin continued his run, sliding to a stop next to D's prone figure, as she had thrown herself to the ground during the explosion. He knelt over her protectively, his cape billowing in the light breeze.
She gnced up at him, surprise on her face mixed with the pain and exhaustion of combat. "You," she said in confusion.
"I got this, don't worry," Colin said. He pointed his finger toward the warg cage and made a "bzzt" sound, a giant bolt of lightning crackling forth and sying the two wargs that were attacking D's wolf. The two half-burnt orcs regained their feet angrily, shouting and starting toward Colin, gesturing at the wizard. He readied another spell, preparing to attack, when suddenly he was hit from behind, a sword smming into his back and jutting out the front of his chest like a horror show, as he stared down in surprise at the injury.
An orc stood behind him, a sword in its hand, having run up behind the oblivious wizard and stabbed him through the back. The creature had been hiding in the cage with the prisoners, waiting for a moment to strike. The bde just missed Colin's heart, instead passing between his ribs and puncturing his lung. He coughed, spraying blood onto D's shocked face as she stared up at him and the orc behind him. Colin gnced over his shoulder weakly, pointing a finger at the orc, and said "pew pew" casting a spell. Six ethereal darts ripped from his hand, smming into the face of the orc. It dropped to the ground in a spray of gore, dead.
Colin coughed again, blood flowing down his chin, wobbled, and toppled forward onto D's body, the bde of the sword just missing her prone form and instead stabbing into the dirt next to her. He weakly raised his head, gncing toward the two other orcs he had seen, both of which were still advancing toward him as they broke into a run. Colin then gnced the other direction, seeing the prisoner cage's door hanging open, the two figures inside savagely hacked to pieces by the orc that had stabbed him. "Fuck," he said sadly, coughing more blood onto the ground and D.
D rolled her head to the side, looking at the oncoming orcs as they raised their axes and prepared to strike down at the wizard. "Fuck," she agreed, closing her eyes and pressing her head into Colin's shoulder.
"LUSTY MAGICAL GIRL TRANSFORMATION," Bridgette screamed as she tore out of the woods, her legs churning as she ran furiously. As she reached the campfire, she leaped forward into the air with all of her strength, raising her axe over her head as she tried to cover the remaining fifty feet between her and the orcs standing over Colin and D in a single bound, desperately hoping to reach them in time to protect them.
Bridgette flew through the air as the magical transformation activated, a pink fsh creating a ball of light that surrounded her, a magical wind blowing her up into the air, and slowing the flow of time in the clearing. A horde of tentacles whipped forward from the magical ball, tearing her clothing into shreds and grasping her by the wrists, ankles, and throat. The tentacles then stretched, painfully drawing Bridgette into a spread eagle position, exposing the now nude girl to everyone.
Thick tentacles started wrapping their way up her thighs, questing toward her groin, while slightly smaller tentacles painfully grabbed Bridgette's breasts, squeezing them like balloons and pulling her nipples obscenely. The thick tentacles then roughly shoved their way into the helpless girl's asshole and pussy. As she opened her mouth to scream a protest, another tentacle shoved its way into her mouth, pumping its way down her throat. The tentacles all pistoned in and out of her rapidly, her body shaking with the fury of the assault, before the tentacles suddenly quivered and shook.
The tentacles appeared to orgasm and suddenly Bridgette's body swelled as gallons of mysterious semen poured into and onto her. The tentacle down her throat pumped several times, Bridgette gagging as pink cum shot out of her mouth from around the tentacle and from her nostrils, then it withdrew, showering her face and hair with more glowing pink fluid before vanishing. The tentacles on Bridgette's breasts sprayed her torso with the mysterious pink liquid before vanishing as well.
The remaining tentacles, shoved deep into her bowels and womb, pumped repeatedly as Bridgette's abdomen swelled with the fluid intake. They pulled out of her, continuing to spray her thighs and legs with cum as the tentacles continued orgasming, until finally they faded away as well. As the pink light faded, Bridgette remained frozen in the air, covered in pink liquid and vioted in every possible way, her hair and eyes dyed pink from the transformation.
Time resumed, Bridgette continuing her heroic leap, flying across the clearing with her axe raised. She body smmed one orc, sending him flying, while she struck at the second with a blow that severed its head, the corpse fountaining blood and toppling to the ground next to where the two elves y. Bridgette stalked forward, her greataxe dripping blood from the edge, as the orc turned and scrambled to its feet, staring in shock at the naked woman with death in her hands.
The orc regained its senses and stabbed forward with its sword, aiming for the center of Bridgette's bare chest. Astonishingly, the sword gnced off her skin, somehow protected by the glowing pink semen, not even leaving a scratch. Bridgette ughed and swung her axe, another dead orc falling to the dirt.
Alice emerged from the woods, small twigs and leaves stuck to her body as she bounced off a tree in her rush to join the fight. "Colin! Oh shit," she screamed. "Is he okay?" Alice heard the howl of a predator, then several more howls, and the thunder of feet from behind her. "Fuck! Bridgette!" Alice raced across the clearing toward where Bridgette stood over D and Colin, as Bridgette looked back toward Alice, her expression one of homicidal joy.
Four wargs and their riders tore out of the forest behind Alice, gaining quickly on the healer, weapons raised to strike like a brutal and bloody game of polo. Alice gnced over her shoulder, panicking at the noise and sudden appearance of orcish reinforcements, and tripped over a corpse. She went down hard, eating a face-full of dirt at a full sprint and painfully sliding a few feet before rolling. She coughed, spitting mud.
Bridgette flew past Alice at top speed, greataxe hungry for blood, as she charged the four orcs and their wargs.
