After a few hours, I felt like I was starting to lose my own identity, getting carried away in the endless rutting, after Thumper had taken me for the fifth time that night. He had certainly seemed to have the most powerful thrusts of the three, the sweat was covering my body and my ass felt as if it should be covered with bruises from the pounding it had received since the ordeal had started. I sincerely hoped that Treelus' copy of me had not fooled Lancelot, as I could show more independence of spirit here without much overt human commands, the stable lad ignoring me, as much as anybody could ignore the noise and smell of two horses mating. I found I could move around under my own power, and I tried to scratch some message, any message in the stable floor. But, my hooves were really designed with that task in mind and the massive stallion fucking me stopped me from achieving anything that would be recognised.
Once all the stallions had been satisfied, I was totally exhausted, my mane was matted with sweat and my tail felt like it was broken my long neck was drooping terribly, it was at this point when I felt at my lowest, that Treelus appeared.
He walked into the stable applauding me, or his own cleverness, in either case he was looking very satisfied. "All of my cadre have arrived, and are preparing to take a shot at my new trophy." he said while smirking. "I really hope you haven't tired yourself too much as you will have to keep going until dawn, my friends are fond of using magical enhancements. They can have the same length as Jet here, or the endurance of Thumper, perhaps your little elven twat can take the punishment." He cackled at this point, and cast a quick spell.
I was back in elf form, and naked, I managed to slip past Treelus, and managed to reach the door, escape a desparately high priority at the moment. Alas, I ran into another wizard entering the stable at that point.
"Ah the entertainment is fiesty tonight, Lord Treelus" he announced.
"She will be most willing by the morning, and eager to please, Lord Frith"
Frith snapped his fingers, and manacles appeared on my wrists, pulling them together magically, and my ankles were bound with a glowing strand of magic stretching between my ankles. The two took me to the main hall where there were another eleven wizards, who looked eager to rape me, into madness and torture.
As I was being taken to the centre of the hall, where there was some silk ties and cushions, all hell broke loose. The cavalry had arrived Lancelot popped out of thin air along with a host of his knights, and tried to round up the Joyriders. Some of the Joyriders tried to bespell the knights but the spells reflected back to the source, turning them into their own dim-witted fantasies and usually giving them ridiculous bodies. Some tried to flee using magical or more conventional means. There were a few animal transformations. Gradually the knights were gaining the upper hand, with some of the rapists having become cows and female centaurs, buxom statues, and harem girls. Once the last Joyrider was taken care of, it was Treelus, Lancelot had cornered him and watched as he was transformed into a nymph, all his intelligence vanishing from his eyes.
Lancelot finally announced that "The wizards will be punished to live out the lives that they now have, without any hope of appeal or release from their forms for the next two hundred years, game time. Their original identities wiped from the computer until that time.
My bindings had vanished, when Lord Frith was turned into a over buxom tavern wench with a slutty streak. When I went up to her and slapped her, she burst into tears, crying for help. Lancelot then explained that she no longer had a memory of the time before being a bar-maid, she had no control of her bodies actions, as she now had to follow all the commands of the players in the game, as far as the computer was concerned she was a non-player character. Some clothes were magiced up by one of the knights, and I was once more in my acrobat/thief robes. The black and midnight blue hues just catching the light from the candles.
I strolled down to the stables where one of the knights was taking care of a new mare in the stable, he apologised for time it took for them to arrive, saying that they had had to wait for all of the Joyriders to arrive. The worst experience of my life (both real and game) was finally over before I realised that I was still the very buxom elf. Despite my experiences I wasn't sure if I wanted a new character to restart with but I took the thanks of Lancelot and a couple of large bags of gold, and threw them over the back of my new horse, the mare took the weight without complaint and I mounted, ready to face a new day.
