The Misadventures of Ka-Ron the Knight

by Donald Allen Kirch

  This last was the kind of vessel Jatel was looking for.

  The harbor was surrounded by a city built for mercantile activities. Ivory clad buildings betrayed the roughness of the harbor, by allowing travelers the comfort of seaside retreats. Travelers from across the globe would rent out apartments and beach homes, so that they could watch the slave parades and auctions. These auctions would take place in the town center, making it almost impossible to travel during the day. So, of necessity, Ammadon also became a tourist trap.

  ***

  It promised to be a glorious morning.

  Ka-Ron found herself amazed, watching the slaves as they approached their temporary living quarters. Most of the slaves were male, and, because of that, they were naked. Nakedness promised docile behavior. Since most slaves were unfortunate warriors who chose the wrong king or nation to fight for, they were regarded as dangerous cargo. Anything used to make them helpless or to help take away their spirit was considered a blessing.

  Ka-Ron considered being a woman a blessing. For her, in her current state, the view was quite pleasurable.

  "Enjoying the show?"

  Embarrassed, Ka-Ron avoided eye contact with her squire. Out of good taste, she refused to answer the question.

  Her life had changed considerably.

  One of the changes she could not get used to was the staring.

  Men lined the dirt streets of Ammadon, grinning from ear-to-ear, lusting over Ka-Ron's features.

  "I do not like the way they look at me," Ka-Ron declared. Echoheart was slowly trotting along, and was quite complacent. Strange, for Echoheart.

  Jatel gave his master a protesting glare. "Ka-Ron."

  "It is true," Ka-Ron rebutted. "They act as if they have never seen a woman before."

  "After glancing at you, my dear, they realize that they have not."

  With this last comment, the knight stopped her horse and smiled deeply into Jatel's eyes. She was indeed acting more and more like a woman. The knightly warrior was fast becoming a thing of the past.

  "Do you honestly think so, Jatel?" Ka-Ron found herself rising up and down slightly on her saddle. Her face was red from blushing. Ka-Ron, the warrior, blushing!

  "Your breasts are the size of rose melons, dear!" Jatel remarked, laughing. "Male or not, people are going to stare."

  On this last, Ka-Ron had to agree. Tilting her head from both right to left, and knowing full well that Jatel was glancing at her from the side of his vision, she proudly grabbed her breasts and lifted them, squeezing slightly.

  "I hear no complaints from you, sir."

  "And you won't."

  Ka-Ron was surprised to feel a hand land softly on her thigh. It was Jatel's.

  "I am off to find a vessel." Jatel glanced out towards the harbor. "I will try for an Anubi ship. They have the best sailors."

  "Why not a Naught?"

  "Nonsense!" Jatel explained, shaking his head. "You will be raped more times than either of us can count, and that will be before we leave the harbor." Stopping his horse, Jatel got off. He pulled out a small bag of gold. "No, we need an explorer ship."

  "As you wish, dear."

  The squire glanced up at Ka-Ron and gave her a wonderful blank stare. Ka-Ron's body flushed with a strange warmth as she wondered what the man was thinking. It had become quite a curiosity to Ka-Ron to discover that since her change to being one of the fairer sex, she was preoccupied with wanting to know what her lover was "thinking." As a man, her thoughts of her conquests were the farthest damned thing from her mind. Such polarized changes in her curiosities made the diplomacy of love quite fascinating, if not rewarding.

  "I will return shortly."

  Ka-Ron watched as Jatel walked away, marveling at the magical way his ass moved.

  ***

  It suddenly occurred to Ka-Ron that she had never used a privy as a woman. This sudden truth became apparent after she had drunk three rose melon drinks before leaving the inn in which she had rested on the prior night. One thing was certain: the feeling of having to relieve one's self felt identical, no matter what sex you were. Ka-Ron just had to work her mind around the outward differences.

  The knight was pleased to see that Ammadon had followed the good example of Teal and neighboring villages, in installing sanitation plumbing. This last was a new invention, borrowed from the Nowns - the unfortunate race killed off seasons ago by The Coughing. Taboo kept most people from visiting the dead cities, but investigations had proved that the Nowns were an advanced people with usable ideas. Plumbing was one of those ideas.

  "At least I won't have to empty the bucket," Ka-Ron mused.

  The woman entered a stall separated from the next by a thin wooden wall - a novel idea also suggested by the Nowns - and started to pull down her undergarments.

  A cold wind blew up her dress, causing her to shiver. No matter how many times her sex organs were exposed to the elements, Ka-Ron couldn't get over the fact that they were so damn sensitive.

  "Ohhh!" Ka-Ron said under her breath.

  The knight sat on her stool, centering her attention on both the hole her ass was hanging into, and the sensation of urinating as a woman. It really felt no different. It was the same draining effect - no big deal. The only pleasurable thing was the fact that she could sit. To stand, at this early hour, was unthinkable. Still, there was a calming influence that she would not have experienced if she had been doing this simple act as her former self.

  Finished, Ka-Ron began to stand up.

  "Do not forget to clean yourself," A woman's rough voice whispered.

  Ka-Ron took the advice and cleaned.

  "Many pardons," Ka-Ron said to her unknown friend. "I am new at traveling, and the excitement of the day was in control of my nature."

  There came no response from the other side of the stall's wall. Shadow play, however, informed Ka-Ron that she was not alone. Perhaps she was waiting to use the privy? The knight cursed her selfishness. Raising her clothes, she adjusted them for appearances' sake.

  Ka-Ron left the stall.

  "I am sorry if I have&"

  The knight's flesh began to crawl, as her hearts, Ka-Ron was sure, skipped a beat or two.

  "Kai?"

  The Wicca Master was sneering at Ka-Ron, sticks away from the knight's face. Her whole appearance was strange. Gone were the warm, inviting eyes the young knight used to stare into as a boy. Gone was the friendly stature of a noble and wise woman. All that seemed to radiate from Kai was the sorrow and pain of having lost a daughter.

  "It would not be wise to seek me out, child." Kai stated.

  Ka-Ron tried to say something, but her horror was in total control. She glanced out the only window in the building, hoping to spot Jatel. It was far beyond her to realize that she could protect herself - she was, after all, an Errant-Knight.

  "Do not follow me to The Fire Mountains," Kai said her voice a solemn hue of warning. "It was not right for my order to inform you where I take my leave."

  "P-please," Ka-Ron finally said.

  "Oh, the knight speaks."

  "Change me back."

  Kai laughed. Not a giggle, not a chuckle, but a full comedic roar of surprise.

  "But you are such a beauty, my dear."

  The Wicca Master paused only long enough to notice the knight's current state of appearance. Kai started to see errors.

  "What have you done to yourself?"

  Ka-Ron trembled, glancing down at her dress.

  Although still beautiful, Ka-Ron knew that wear and tear had started to take their toll. The huge breasts she had were stretching the edges of her dress. Dirt clung to the bottom of her skirt. Lastly, Ka-Ron was not wearing the paints and colors for a woman of her age and beauty.

  "I am still learning."

  "Of course you are!" Kai's voice calmed her and sounded sincere.

  That made Ka-Ron urinate all over herself.

  "Do not&" Ka-Ron started to say, pausing only after the embarrassment of being so frightened.r />
  "You are nothing but a mess!" the Wicca Master shrieked. Kai shook her head in disgust. "Look at the beauty I have given to you, being wasted by your ignorance. You do not wear striking colors, your dress is a mess, and you aren't even wearing a corset!"

  Ka-Ron turned towards the window.

  "Jatel!" she shouted in desperation. "Jatel! Please!"

  Kai laughed. "Ironic. You, the most-skilled knight in Idoshia, begging for your squire to come to your rescue. The change is complete. You are a woman."

  Ka-Ron found herself reaching up, her hands pleading.

  "Let me do my part to help you maintain your best appearance, my dear."

  In terror, Ka-Ron fell back into the stall, landing squarely on her bottom. Try as she might, she could not escape Kai's attention. Her hearts were in her throat. To the Gods! What more could this evil viper do to her?

  "Lovely you are and lovely to see. Constantly perfect and delightful you'll be!"

  Kai poured a concoction of liquids out, surrounding the knight with both their properties and odors. Striking a match, she set the entire privy ablaze.

  The fire was not ordinary.

  Ka-Ron wanted to scream, realizing that the blue flame engulfed her body, but she remained calm. Something was happening. But, to the knight's amazement, it was not the pain of burning. In fact, Ka-Ron was starting to feel quite delightful.

  Perfect.

  "Oh, my!" Ka-Ron whispered.

  The knight's body soon became engulfed in a bright globe of light. Although it was morning, and the suns were still below the horizon, the inside of the privy shined with light as lovely as the noonday. Ka-Ron's body began to both itch and tingle. Her dress became tighter - better fitting - and the cut of her clothes conformed exactly to the shape of her body.

  Her face became brightly painted, and the paint helped magnify her beauty. Rouge and hints of softer colors brought out both eyes and lips. The hand that had placed these cosmetics upon her aura was done with an expert touch, but they were not Ka-Ron's. Where she had once been lovely, she was now beyond ignoring.

  "Please, stop this!" she pleaded. Ka-Ron took a deep breath, reached up to grab a support rod in the stall, and raised herself to her feet.

  To Ka-Ron's surprise, she found herself a little taller and perfect in stance. Glancing down at her feet, the knight discovered that she was wearing brightly polished shoes, feminine in nature. High heels and open-toed, the shoes allowed her toenails to peek out, brightly painted and manicured to match those of her fingers. Her fingernails grew outward, more than they had been, proving that the rest of her former self was completely and forever gone.

  "Truly, you are quite beautiful, brave knight." The hate and sarcasm dripping from Kai's words were too horrifying for Ka-Ron to challenge.

  "Kai, you were like a mother to me." Ka-Ron pleaded.

  There was no reply. The Wicca Master closed her eyes, concentrating. She was completing the next phase of her spell.

  "Lovely in shape, and lovely in speech, Jatel's love will be yours, easy in reach."

  Fright had caused Ka-Ron to start heading towards the privy's door, but the knight was soon stopped by an invisible force, which violently pulled her back into the room, shaking her body as if it were in a mad dog's mouth.

  Ka-Ron's body was becoming sexier, firmer, and rounder.

  "To the Gods! Kai! Please, stop this!"

  For a moment, Ka-Ron thought she saw a moment of pause forming in Kai's eyes. She blinked, noticing the pain she was putting the knight through, but all that disappeared when she started to remember the loss of her daughter, and the pain and emptiness of having buried a child before her time. All her humanity took a backseat to her anger. She was nothing now but revenge.

  "I think not!" the Wicca Master proclaimed.

  A quiver of uncertain sensations traveled the length of Ka-Ron's body.

  "What have you done?" Ka-Ron asked, panic clearly visible on her face.

  "More than you want, child."

  The knight found it hard to concentrate. All her thoughts were fired up and focused on only one thing - Jatel. Try as she might, wanting nothing more than to run out of the town privy, all she could think about was her squire. How his eyes seemed to twitch with uncertainty every time they looked at her. How his cheeks flushed when he scanned her body - not realizing that she had noticed. How he walked. How he ate. How he kissed!

  "I&I&" Ka-Ron started to say. Her hands started rubbing at her breasts.

  "Sorry," Kai stated, her voice dripping with comical sarcasm. "You were saying?"

  The knight wanted verbally to attack the Wicca Master. She wanted to scratch the bitch's eyes out with her new fingernails, brightly painted a passionate pink.

  But all Ka-Ron could think about was embracing Jatel.

  "I am hungry for the love of my squire," Ka-Ron absently proclaimed. Her comment was not directed at Kai.

  Ka-Ron moved in her improved body, laid upon her by the witch's curse, and discovered to her horror that not only was her appearance amplified, but so were her feelings and desires.

  "Jatel!" Ka-Ron cried, closing her eyes and praying.

  The knight's hands started to roll over and around her breasts. What manner of spell was this? How much further into hell was Kai willing to make Ka-Ron sink? Before Ka-Ron could answer the questions, her legs quaked, and she almost lost her footing. The juices of her sex dripped down both legs, as the knight moaned in delight.

  Ka-Ron had suffered yet another orgasm.

  Kai had started to laugh, covering her mouth. "I shall leave you to your quest, then. Somehow I do not believe your mind will be focused on the deed."

  The Wicca Master disappeared in a puff of smoke.

  Ka-Ron was once more left to face her new reality.

  "Jatel!"

  With her hands touching, squeezing, and exploring her body, Ka-Ron tried desperately to stop. But, as before, while the curse was still new, her hands had developed a mind all their own. The more she tried to control them, the more desperate they grew in trying to satisfy her womanly hungers. Ka-Ron's brain started to burn with an ever-growing desire. All the knight could focus on were Jatel's masculine charms. His embrace&his scent&his eyes&his&

  From Jatel, there was no response.

  "Okay," Ka-Ron surmised, "I'll do this without him."

  In the excitement of the act, Ka-Ron lost her footing and fell back into her stall. Her ass hit the floor with a loud thump, causing pain to spark up her backbone. She let out a little face of discomfort, allowing it to fade because she had more immediate things to do.

  The woman pulled her skirt up, towards her lap.

  Ka-Ron closed her eyes, taking in several deep breaths.

  This was so shameful! That such a knight as herself should have to perform these acts in order just to think clearly. Still, some were a silent joy to her. That part of the curse was still confusing.

  With her index finger, Ka-Ron moved past the warm sensitive parts of her sexuality, into the darker, wetter, depths of her soul. To the Gods! This felt wonderful and quite alien. No matter how many times she penetrated, it was always like the first. There was pain. There was the rush of hormones. There was the act itself. And, finally&the reward!

  One Finger.

  Then, two.

  Nothing?

  Ka-Ron opened her eyes and looked down at her crotch. She had up to half her hand inside her, and was feeling nothing! What was going on here? She was enjoying herself. She was feeling every thrust, every retreat, and every subtle quivering of her fingers. Her bright red, blood-engorged organs were ready for release. She could feel the buildup. She could feel the pressure growing inside of her to let loose her passion. But nothing other than the painful buildup happened. And, what was worse, it would not - could not - subside. The romantic flow was going in one direction, and even if Ka-Ron stopped masturbating, the knight knew it would continue at the same level, until she could find the key to her satisfactory release&Jatel.r />
  The wind started to pick up with an electrical presence.

  < Only Jatel, my dear. >

  The voice was that of Kai.

  "To the Gods! What have I done?" Ka-Ron asked herself. She could not control herself. She closed her eyes, adding another finger to the choir.

  Her hips started to shake. Ka-Ron knew that she was near. She started smiling, giggling, and breathing faster. In pure instinct, she spread her legs farther apart. Her sex was a dripping fountain of anticipation.

  Then, again¬hing.

  Her "course" of love was missing the cursed final element.

  Ka-Ron opened her eyes in panic. She could not move. She could not close her legs. She could not withdrawal her hand. She simply&could¬!

  "JATEL!" she screamed.

  Ka-Ron could not stop masturbating!

  ***

  Jatel had been successful. He obtained a ship. A ship that fit his and his master's needs. But, more importantly, it was a comfortable Anubi-class vessel. The Captain had made arrangements with the squire to see both him and Ka-Ron put on the ship later in the sun. The ship would sail that night.

  Their quest was soon at hand.

  A certain satisfaction beamed from the humble squire as he packed up their horses. Jatel was concerned. Upon returning to the horses, he could not find his master anywhere.

  "Where did Ka-Ron go off to, Echoheart?" Jatel hastily looked both left and right, as he gave Ka-Ron's horse a well-deserved purple apple.

  "JATEL!" a woman's voice seemed to shout from nowhere.

  The squire dropped his things, allowing a small sack of apples to roll off in all directions.

  "Upon my oath, Echoheart, that sounded like Ka-Ron's cry."

  "JATEL, PLEASE! I NEED YOU!" It was clearly Ka-Ron's voice.

  The squire turned, looking towards the city. A slave train was trotting by, causing the air to be filled with the sounds of stomping, tired feet. Jatel also noticed a gang of sailors calling after the local women of the night, hoping to buy a pleasant memory to help them set sail on in the morning. The suns were setting, and the light of the town was definitely becoming poor.