Ty and the Red Haired Girl Part 2.1

Ty and the Red Haired Girl: Part II

by TGTrinity

Commissioned by Deiser

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The lights flashed as Ty sipped on a Appletini. He typically wouldn't be caught dead drinking such a fruity drink, but there was no one in this particular establishment that he was looking to impress. The scent of Cigar smoke hung in the air while some music, that was considered bad even when it came out in the 80's, blared on the loud speakers.

All of this, of course, was a perfectly normal situation one found themselves in when attending a strip club of such dubious reputation.

The red curtains hanging in front of Ty finally slid open, and a lovely red haired girl stepped through. She was far more beautiful than most of the girls that worked on a Tuesday afternoon, and the outfit she wore had already gotten his attention.

"Someone's sent me to detention," the young woman said as she twirled around causing her plaid skirt to flare out revealing a firm, round ass. Her two gorgeous breasts were held up with a white buttoned up shirt that was simply tied off in a knot, while white socks reached the midway point of her milky white thighs.

"You've been a naughty girl, haven't you?" Ty asked as she straddled him.

"You have no idea," she said with a playful grin as she pressed her tits into his face. Ty found that the girl smelled like lavender and rosewood, with the complementary scent of sweat mixed in. After some light grinding on his lap, the red haired girl jumped to her feet and lifted up her skirt so her ass was clearly exposed to him. Ty admired the white panties she wore as it tied the whole look together, while covering enough of the girl to keep things interesting. "Maybe a spanking is in order," she cooed as Ty lightly tapped her bottom. "Ooh!" She shouted with delight, "I should be naughty more often."

"I wouldn't mind," Ty said as he watched her begin to dance. The movements of her body were intoxicating, and it seemed to trigger a memory. Visions of this girl moving about Kelvin Tower filled his mind, but that didn't make any sense.

"Of course it makes sense, Master," the young woman said with a wicked grin as she undid her shirt.

"Polly!?" Ty asked incredulously as he stared at her exposed breasts. "What are you doing here?"

"I wanted to dance for you," she added with a dip that caused her nippled to brush his face.

"No, I mean how did you get to Los Angeles in 2016?"

"Why wouldn't I be here? I'd follow you anywhere, Master, just to get a look at that big, hard cock of yours." She was on her knees now and was working to undo the zipper of his jeans.

"This... None of this is right!?" Ty exclaimed as Polly began to lick his prick. "You shouldn't be here, and I..." Thoughts that didn't include the buxom redhead sucking on his cock trickled about his mind. He remembered being in Kelvin Tower with Polly as the King's Shieldmen tried to break the door down. Then there was an explosion as...

"We jumped," Ty whispered as he finally remembered everything from the tower. "We jumped and..."

"Here we are," Polly said as she worked her way up his body and kissed him hard on the mouth. He typically did not like it when girls tried to kiss him after giving him a blowjob, but he fully accepted that none of what he was experiencing right now was even real.

"And why are we here?" Ty asked in between kisses.

"Oh, I'm not here... Just you, Master." Her tongue was darting every which way in his mouth, and it almost felt like she was breathing into him on purpose.

"Then where are you?"

"I'm trying to wake you up, Master," she said with another strange kiss.

"I'm awake... unless..."

Water poured out of Ty's mouth as his eyes bolted open. A searing pain lined his throat as he continued to cough up copious amounts of water.

"Master!" Polly shouted as she leaned over him and stuck her tongue back in his mouth. Ty couldn't force her off of him at the moment, so he just lay on the grass and let her do her thing. When she finally tired of kissing him, she sat on her knees and squeezed the water out of her red hair.

"What happened," Ty asked as he waved his hand and felt warm, dry clothes wrapped around his body.

"You pushed me out the window and jumped out after me," Polly said with a frown, "and I was really scared for a second there."

"Sorry about that," Ty said as he got to his feet and looked around. They were on the shores of a River that he immediatly recognized as the Zant. He then turned his attention to Polly who was still trying to dry herself off, and that added with the fact that she was wearing a tight bikini top and some jean shorts made it quite the show.

"Well, right before we hit the ground, a big... thingy opened up and then we fell here into the river."

"That thingy was a portal, and I set it up for this very reason," he added as he looked around in an attempt to gather his bearings. They were only a few miles away from a nice Inn that he knew of, and began walking in that direction as Polly followed after him.

"Wait! Where are you going!?" She asked as she finally caught up with him.

"There's a nice Inn about five miles that way," he said with a strong tone of exasperation, "and about fifty armed men are pursuing us from twenty miles that way."

"Oh, that's right, Master," she said as she reached down to hold his hand.

"None of that Master business," he added as he swiped her hand away, "and no holding hands." 

Polly did not seem to care for his tone, but accepted what she was told and quietly walked beside him with her hands behind her back. She would try and whistle a tune from time to time, but Ty shot her a look that made her think he didn't appreciate it.

So they walked in silence.

Later that evening the fire was burning bright, and Ty was finally beginning to feel comfortable. Wet clothes hung by the fire and Polly lay resting in a small bed in the corner. The Inn that the two were currently staying in was located in the Village of Berkham, which still put them four days away from Rockwell. It would be a long journey on foot, but riding on horseback would be too risky and noticeable. Better they stay off the main roads as best they could while on their tiny journey.

"Oh, fuck me just like that," Polly mumbled in her sleep as her hand slowly rubbed her slit. Her cries of passion had kept him awake all night, and he was beginning to wonder exactly what she was dreaming about.

She could have been dreaming about their brush with death, but then Ty wondered exactly how that would turn her on in such a way. He still remembered how close they had come to getting caught, and if not for his preparedness, they would surely be in the castle dungeons, or worse...

"Oh yes!" Polly moaned as her dreams escalated. Ty watched her sleeping and felt bad about the way he had treated her earlier. She was practically born yesterday from the combining of two magics. Had he known that Arren had been cursed with that transformation, he never would have played with his new form the way he did. Now the sweet, yet incredibly naughty, Polly was at the receiving end of a magical curse that neither fully understood. As Ty finally drifted off to sleep he thought of what he might find out about the curse in the Deodore School Of Magic, which was three days journey from where they were. Hopefully he would be able to separate Polly from the Royal Asshole, but only time would tell...

Polly awoke to a darkened room.

It appeared to her that Ty had fallen asleep in the large comfy chair in the coner of the room, and from the looks of the fire it was only recently that he passed out. The moon was still high in the sky outside, and the tiny village appeared to be sleeping.

Yet something had brought Polly out of her erotically tinged dreams. She felt a new desire welling up insides of her, one that was very different than the pull she felt for Ty. For a second she was worried that something was happening to her, but before she could wake up Ty she suddenly felt at peace. Not only that, but she felt her body beginning to change in way that was all too pleasant. Muscles began to bulge across her body as she grew taller than Ty, and her breasts seemed to grow even larger than her newfound muscles. Stranger still was the odd sensation of her clothing bending and reforming over her new body, until she was standing in the room wearing a some animal skins wrapped around her waist and a few leather scraps straining to hold in her massive breasts.

She looked like some sort of Amazon warrior, and she felt as powerful as one too... yet she was still Polly. It was a confusing situation to be found in, especially after her previous experience in the tower.

As she looked over her massive muscles, a thought sprung to mind. Without really thinking about what she was doing she tiptoed out of the room, making sure not to wake Ty, and entered the hallway. She found that her new massive frame barely fit through the door, and she had to duck under some exposed beams in the hallway as she walked to another door.

It was strange that she knew exactly where she was going while having no idea what she was doing, and soon she was standing in front of another bedroom door. Without knocking she pushed the door open and stepped inside. The room was very similar to the one that she was sharing with Ty, with exposed wood on the walls and animal heads mounted above the hearth.

"Who goes there!?"

Polly spun on the spot and came face to face with a man who typically would loom large over her, but in her current form she was actually taller than him by a fair bit. He was holding a large wooden club in his hand, and was holding it in a very menacing way. A laugh escaped Polly's lips as she grabbed the club from his hand and flung it on the floor.

"Gods!" The huge man gasped, "Who are you?"

"My name is Polly," she said in a delightfully feminine voice, "and what's your name?"

"Gredor," he said as the shock of being set upon in the night faded while being replaced with another emotion.

She looked him over while he was doing the same to her. Large muscles seemed to bulge from every part of his body, which was only covered by a small leather loincloth at the moment. Tattoos lined his arms and legs, while his chest looked solid enough to stop an arrow. He was clean shaven, with no hair on his face or head to speak of. Taken all together he was a mighty fine looking brute, but she could see something else in him as well.

Polly reached out and pulled him close as she gave him a deep kiss. Gredor didn't seem to mind getting pulled about, and he melted into her strong arms almost immediately. "You weak willed man," Polly said with a laugh as she hurled him back onto the bed like he was made of feathers. "I see that mark on your finger, Gredor," she said as she pointed to his hand, "and that means you have a wife back at your village."

"Aye, I do," Gredor said with some apprehension, "but she's nothing like you."

"Oh?" Polly said playfully. "Then what is she?"

He thought about what he should say for a moment, then began to talk very carefully. "She's a small woman compared to ye, and even though she's the most beautiful woman in the village," he said as a lump caught in his throat, "sometimes she a bit too meekly..."

"Oh, and I'm not meek?" Polly said as she advanced on him quickly. There was fear in his eyes, but it was definitely mingling with some lust. She could see that he wanted to be thrown around, that he wanted to be used like he surely used his wife among other women.

"I'm not saying what ye are or not, I was just..." Polly cut him off by raisin her foot and pressing it down on his crotch.

"You just want me as another play thing, don't you?" Gredor couldn't speak as Polly rubbed her foot up and down his hardening shaft. "You think that I'm going to take one look at you and bend my ass over the bed so you can have your way with me? Is that what you do with your wife?"

"Aye," he said with a heavy breath as his cock was now rock hard and making his loin cloth look like a tent.

"Well I'm not the kind of woman who will bend her ass over for any man," she said with a smirk as she continued to rub him, "unless of course he earns it." She could tell that he was on the cusp of exploding and brought her foot down off the bed as he looked up at her with confused eyes.

"Why did you stop?"

"Because you only get to cum when I let you," she said as she pulled the leather pieces covering her breasts off. Her two breasts hung in front of her like two large melons, and Gredor's eyes almost bugged right out of his head. "Are you admiring my breasts, Gredor?"

"Aye," he said as he raised up a hand to touch one.

Polly slapped it away hard, and then slapped him across the face. "You don't get to touch these lovely's until I give you permission," she said with a smile. "Now I want you to tell me how my breasts compare to those of your wife."

"What?" Gredor said as Polly slapped him across the face a second time. The sight of such a powerful man quivering underneath her was causing her to get wet with anticipation, but there was no way she was going to tell him that.

"Compare the two. Are my breasts larger?"

"Aye," he added as he licked his lips.

"Do my breasts please you more than your wife's?"

"Oh, aye," he said as one hand began to stroke his cock.

"Can't you control yourself in front of a lady," Polly said with mock disappointment.

"I'm sorry, but those tits of yours are making me wild," Gredor said as he began to move his hand faster.

"Oh? Am I so fair that men simply must pull on their meat at the meer sight of me?" She was enjoying this power play with Gredor in the same way she enjoyed being toyed with by Ty. She brought a hand up to her breast and began to rub it as Gredor continued to work his own shaft. "Would it please you if I pinched my tits for you?"

"Gods, yes!"

"Well then," Polly said as she brought her other hand up and began to play with her massive globes. She figured that her breasts were at least three times as big as they were in her regular body, which meant her hands must have been twice as big. "Oh, it feels so good to touch my breasts," she said with bemusement as Gredor continued. "Oh!" She exclaimed as she pinched her nipples, "My nipples are so sensitive!"

"OH! I'm building up!"

"Don't you dare!" Polly said with authority as she dropped her hands and slapped him across the face again. She was very upset with him, as she was building up to her own orgasm from touching her breasts alone. Now she wanted to punish him, even though she knew that he would enjoy every second of it. "I didn't say you could cum, you pathetic little man!"

"I'm sorry!" Gredor pleaded as she pushed him back on the bed. His cock was still rock hard, and larger than any she had ever seen before, but she straddled up past it and placed her moist slit right over his face. With a quick tug she snapped the leather strips holding the animal skins together, and soon she was completely nude.

"I was about to achieve release until you disobeyed me," she said as she lowered her hips so his lips were forcefully kissing the folds of her pussy. "Now you're going to get me there," she said as she slapped his chest hard enough to leave a mark, "or I'll shove that club right up your arsehole!"

Gredor seemed to take her at her word and began to kiss and lick her like he probably never had before. There wasn't much enjoyment to be found in his technique, but she remembered that this was a punishment and didn't necessarily have to be pleasing to her as well.

Or did it?

"Work harder!" She demanded with another slap on the chest. Her prodding seemed to work as he began to alternate between licking and sucking in a way that was most pleasing to her. "Yes! Just like that!" She said with joy, "Fuck me with your tiny tongue!" Her hands were now rubbing her breasts again, and the feeling of release was building all over.

"Gods! Stick it in me already!" Polly shouted as her will to toy with the massive man gave way to her need to be filled. She backed up and enveloped his erect member whole and began to grind up and down.

"Sweet Gods!" Gredor shouted as he held onto Polly's hips as she bucked on top of him like a woman possessed.

"What are you waiting for!?" Polly shouted again as she grabbed his hands and moved them up to her tits, "Give my girls the attention they deserve!" He didn't need to be told twice as his strong hand began to work their magic. She found the feeling of having such massive breasts being fondled most pleasurable, and she was letting him know by squeezing hard on his cock. "Yes! Fuck me with that big cock!"

It seemed as if Gredor was at a loss of words, the sheer pleasure probably too much for the man to deal with. He allowed her to do all the work, and soon she could feel his cock tensing up inside of her, and she knew what was coming next.

"Yes! Give me all your seed!" She moaned as she bent down and buried his face with her massive breasts. As he licked and kissed her globes, she felt a release that shook her large body like a tree getting felled in the forest. "Fuck! Yes! Yes!" She pleaded as she felt him explode inside of her as well, matching her orgasm with one of his own.

She continued to pump him until his limp dick slid out of her, and she finally looked down to see that he had passed out. A large smile hung on his face, and Polly was pleased that her work was pleasing to him.

With each step back to the room she shared with Ty, Polly could feel her body begin to return to normal. As she slipped her naked body into bed she was all Polly again, a relief for her even though she had only really had that body for a day.

"I don't understand," Ty said the next morning as Polly explained that her clothes had gone missing.

"Well," she said as she walked about the room naked, "I guess I just misplaced them?"

"Why are you saying that like it's a question?" Ty asked as he waved his hand and magically wrapped Polly in some leather pants with a similar top. They would be traveling in broad daylight, and Ty felt it was better to avoid using fashion from other times for the moment.

"I don't want to talk about it," Polly said as she admired her new clothing, while feeling regret for what she did the night before. She had promised herself to Ty, and being with another was like breaking her oath to him.

"Polly, we really don't have time to talk about it. That was clothing that will raise questions, and that's the last thing we need during our little trek."

"I can't."

"Polly?" Ty demanded of her.

"I'm sorry, I just can't..."

"Yex!" Ty said with a wave of his hand as Polly's eyes glassed over for a moment. He braced himself for what was coming next, and wasn't disappointed.

"You!!!" King Arren shouted in Polly's voice. "Do you have any idea what happened last night!?"

"Well that's why I'm talking to you right now," Ty said with a roll of his eyes.

"This fucking tart that you've changed me into, she fucked a man twice your size a few rooms down. Not only that, but she was fucking huge! I mean, she was a woman, but..."

"Her body changed?" Ty asked as he raised an eyebrow.

"You mean my fucking body? Did my fucking body change!?"

"Sure, whatever," Ty replied with a grin.

"Yes my body changed again! She was huge, with tits..."

"Yex," Ty said, clearly hearing everything he wanted out of the King for the moment. He waited for Polly to return, and saw her eyes hit the floor when she did.

"I was gone again, wasn't I?" She asked meekly.

"Your body changed again, Polly?"

She kept her eyes on the ground and then went on to explain what had happened in great detail. Ty sat quietly on the bed as she talked about the change, the strange pull to the man and the overwhelming desire to please him.

"Gods, I don't know why I didn't see it before," Ty said as he rain his fingers through his hair. Polly was sitting on the other bed looking dejected, but he wasn't really concerned about that at the moment. "This curse... it's turned you into a Nymfore," he whispered as he struggled to grasp what it all meant. "Why on earth would they want that..."

"A what, Master?" Polly finally gathered the courage to say.

"A Nymfore... A Lust Nymph?" He waited for some semblance of recognition, then remembered who he was talking to. "They're people with a gift, or a curse some would say, that went about the countryside fulfilling the needs of wary travellers."

"Are... Are Nymfores bad?"

Ty looked over and recognized that she was clearly distraught with what she had done the night before, and was now confused by this latest revelation. "No, on the contrary," Ty said with a smile as he got up and walked over to Polly, "they're kind of a guardian angel. They would sooth those who were in need of release by taking on the form of their ideal lover. Of course this meant that a lot of happily married men, and women for that matter, were beset upon by their deepest desires, which resulted in a fair amount of divorces," he said with a laugh. "But most of the Nymfores were rounded up and..." Ty He was going to continue on, but thought it was best to leave it at that.

"Anyway, I wouldn't worry too much about it," he said as he waved his hand so he was too wearing some leather travelling clothes, "because Nymfores only change at night."

"So I'll be fine until tonight?"

Ty smiled at her and opened the door for her to leave, which she did with a modest smile. He didn't have the heart to tell her that most Nymfores had been hunted down with the intent to be sold into slavery. Most every Nymfore alive was currently a sex slave to some rich Duke or King, and if not they were living a life of solitude to keep from being discovered. As they took a small path out of Berkham that led to the east, Ty thought of why the Queen would want to make the King into a Nymfore. She could certainly sell him for a high price, but money wasn't an issue for the Queen. Then again there were many easier ways of framing him for Arren's demise, yet the magic involved in changing a man into a Nymfore was beyond even Ty's considerable knowledge.

It troubled him as they hiked across the countryside. They stopped only once by a nice creek where Ty summoned some sandwiches and ale before cleaning up and continuing on. While staying off the main roads gave them a certain anonymity in their travels, they still happened upon  a few hunters and gathers from a nearby village. Ty would ask them if there was any news, to which they would shrug and go about their day. It seemed the Queen was keeping the King's demise under wraps right now, which was a play that vexed Ty as well.

When they arrived in the village of Redhook, Polly was ready to fall right asleep. Even though she was really only a few days into her life, she had only known time on the run and it was exhausting. They found a room at the Crimson Hen, and Ty began to talk to her about what the night would hold.

"Sometime during the night, the magic will take hold of you again, Polly," Ty said with as much caution as he could manage, "and you will need to allow it to take hold."

"But I don't want to! I'm yours, Master, and the thought of..."

"Again, none of that Master business!" Ty snapped at her as he worked to gather himself again. "Polly, a Nymfore who doesn't fulfill her duties will... Well, you just have to do it, alright?"

"I just can't bare to think about being with anyone but you, Ma... Ty." She added as she caught was she was about to say.

"I give you permission to freely be with who you like, Polly," Ty said as he undid his belt and removed his trousers. He was wearing a pair of silk boxers that had "Tommy" written on the elastic, which made Polly curious.

"Why do your undergarments have another name on them?"

"Don't worry about that right now," Ty said as he forgot that she was unaware of who Tommy Hilfiger was. "Just remember to go along with what ever happens tonight," he said as he rolled into bed and caused the candles to extinguish with a wave of his hand.

Polly sat on her bed and wanted to say more, but decided that she was tired as well. As she lay her head down on the fluffy pillow, she thought that there was a chance that the magic would not take her tonight. Maybe she would awake in the morning next to Ty, and that thought caused her to smile as she drifted off to sleep.

As Polly slept, a strange dream plagued her. She was standing outside of a room looking in on a young woman who was massaging her vagina. The woman looked to be the same age as Polly, with supple breasts and soft blonde hair. A soft moan escaped the girls lips as she massaged her slit further, and Polly found that she was getting an erection...

"What?" Polly said aloud as she was jolted from her rest. The dream had been so vivid, and at the very end she could have sworn that she had been sporting a large cock between her legs. "I don't even..." The words came out of her, but they were not in her voice. It was the voice of a young man, and as Polly took inventory of her current proportions she found that she was also in the body of a young man.

He was wearing a pair of black leather pants with a silky white shirt. His body was very lean, but toned muscles still lined it. As he got up from the bed he found that a very large appendage was in his trousers, and Polly found it hard to walk with such a thing hanging about in his pants.

"Gods," he whispered as he opened the door, "how does Ty walk around with one of these?" He couldn't have known that in his other life as King Arren he had done more than just walk around with a cock, but he was still getting used to it.

Continue to Part 2.2