True to Their Titles

Conan is offered a fortune for finding and returning a fabled crystal from an abandoned city to a rather mad merchant, who specializes in rare crystals and precious stones. At the same time, Red Sonja is hired by a priestess to find and retrieve a crystal said to be blessed by a long-forgotten deity of beauty and health. Both adventurers follow what little information they can gather about the forgotten city to a misty swamp, approaching from opposite directions and unaware of their competition to find the crystal. Each unaware of the other, they fight their way through the swamps and later the ruins' monstrous inhabitants.

Like so many others before, none can stand against the barbarian's strength and the flame hair's skill. All they achieve is to die, leaving their tainted blood on the two adventurer's weapons and heating up their bloodlust. Finally, Sonja and Conan reach the deepest level of the ruins' central building, an ancient temple, and there they find what they had come for- but also meet their very familiar competition for it. Seeing the other across the chamber where the crystal is resting on a small pedestal, they smile at each other, sheath their weapons, and approach their shared aim. What neither of them knows is that the crystal is indeed blessed (some might say cursed) by a long-forgotten deity worshipped not only for its power to enhance a body's beauty and health, but also for its love and protection of females. The crystal was blessed by it to give the one touching it a body worthy of the goddess' love... and what that means becomes very clear when both touch the crystal.

“Welcome, my children! I see and feel that you are worthy of my gift, my last essence… Might it give you what each of you desire and need. Be my… be this world's avatars of beauty and… power, matching the titles this world gave you!” A booming female voice echoes through the chamber, while a blinding light causes both to close their eyes. When they regain their sight, one is momentarily shocked but then quite delighted about what she sees... while the other is the opposite: delighted at first, but then utterly shocked about the way both their bodies have changed in this single moment.

While Sonja’s already-female body has grown curvier and generally more sensual, including some slight but undeniable demonic (or in her case, she-devilish) traits, something similar yet much more drastic has happened to Conan. The Barbarian has turned into an equally tall, yet a lot more curvy and sensual, amazon, with certain parts looking quite like those of a lioness, matching his (or now her) title of Amra the lion. He/she is not at all amused about this change, and stares down at his/her magnificent, athletic, but also incredibly curvy body. Sonja, on the other hand, not only likes her grown curves and fuller lips, but also, if not even more, the way Conan has changed and how it makes her feel and think.

“Shall we fight for the crystal, my barbaric amazon? I promise I will be gentle with you… to be true, I’m tempted to let you win and… let you have your way with me.” Sonja whispers huskily while licking her lips. Her eyes roam over Conan’s tall, athletic, female body.

“Mmmrrhhh, what... in... Crom's name…happened to me…? Wait, what did you... say… but you… oh, mmmrrhhh...” the barbarian replies, hearing her new, soft, sensual, and somewhat purring voice for the first time. It makes her smile back at the red-haired beauty. “No need to… no matter how I look and feel now, I still prefer a fair fight… flamehair!” She says, feeling a certain heat between her legs and throughout her body.

“As do I… my lioness!” Sonja says, and blows her soon-to-be permanent and perfect lover a kiss.


Story by apokol
Artwork by Vincenzo Pietropaolo, Slasher

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