Every year we put on the Halloween Blog Train and do our level best to scare you out of ever touching your dick again. After Duchess Willow’s Locktober Pegging In The Enchanted Woods, I bet you’re about ready to climb out of your own skin! Is it lust, or is it fear that’s making you tremble so much? Do you want to go back and re-read the entire chain of dirty stories from the beginning? Start with Mistress Constance’s Cave, and keep going, if you can take it all. Or maybe you want to know what I’m going to do with you, now that you’re here. You probably remember what I’ve done in the past, and might wish for a revisit to the Haunted Woods and the Succubus, or maybe you’re enthralled by eldritch tentacles. What happens when you walk into my Enchanted Forest? You emerge, eventually, utterly transformed.

Transformed In The Enchanted Forest

Once Upon A Time there was a man named Hicks who went into the forest to see if all the rumors and myths were true, and was never seen again. Now, if you’ve read the preceding story, you know some of what happened to him. You know that he experienced a night of pegging and fucking, and wound up locked in chastity. Now, let’s explore a tale about what very well may have happened to him afterward. After all, not all of the nymphs and eager sluts in the forest were born that way. Some were made.

After The Nymphs

The slight click of the lock as it was pressed closed, securing the shining gold cage to his poor abused dick and balls woke Hicks. He groaned, and tried to move, and was reminded very viscerally of what had happened to his ass all night long. His balls felt deflated, probably because he’d had so many orgasms, all pulled out of him like taffy by the beautiful and otherworldly beings that had taken his very willing offering to an extreme edge and left him fucked out and blissful on the grass of the clearing. Now, to discover that they’d gone a step further and locked him a chastity cage, that was just insulting. Wasn’t his willing participation enough? He’d dropped his pants and backed up onto the frankly enormous cock and let them have their way with him, and now his reward was a pure gold chastity device. *Typical* he thought. *Just my fucking luck.*

Can You Go Home Again? Probably Not

Once he could stand without hunching around his abused abdominal muscles, and walk without a bowlegged wince, Hicks went to explore the Forest. He discovered that there was food laid out on a low table not too far away, and fruit juices and fresh water to drink. A slow eddy in the stream had carved into the bedrock of the stream bed to create the perfect bathing spot, with low seats and handy little flat spaces to rest a cup and a plate of snacks, and some pumice laced soap in a dish to scrub his poor body clean. On a line nearby he found some clothes, admittedly a little skimpy but better than just walking about with his gold laced dick on display. He’d eaten, and drank, and bathed, and now was wearing a very short robe that barely covered his nipples (but not his entire chest), and having sated his most immediate needs, began to think to himself that maybe this was all a little odd.

Overcome with a deep fatigue and lassitude, Hicks was inspired to go take a nap. It never crossed his empty mind at all that maybe he should try walking out of the Forest. Or that he should probably try to get the golden cage off his cock. Instead, he simply fell into a deep sleep and dreamed about peace, and being exactly where he was always meant to be, and felt safe, secure, and strangely aroused. A deep relaxation and bliss enveloped him, and he allowed himself to simply exist for a while. Days passed, weeks, and then months, deep in the Enchanted Forest. And the changes the Forest wrought in him were so slow and incremental that he didn’t notice for a very long time. The Forest was changing him.

All Transformation Takes Time

Like training a tree on an espalier, at first there is the unruly stage, and much pruning, but eventually you wind up with a well groomed and lovely tree bearing fruit in ordered rows. The Forest knows about change and transformation; trees sprout and grow and are eventually returned to the Soil to feed the next generation of the denizens of the Arbor. The nymphs and acolytes of the Forest are much the same. The problem is that in theory at least all the nymphs and acolytes are sentient. At some point they must choose to transform and change, become active participants in their own journey. Even if they love the lassitude and peace and floating peacefully along, eventually they need to choose.

Hicks needed to choose, instead of allowing himself to simply exist and be effected by the world with no will or input of his own. The Forest understood this, and the very next Halloween night, it was time for that Choice to be made.

Transformed Or Released

The being that was once called Hicks was lead gently into the clearing. The usual parade of men trying to provoke the Forest into teaching them a lesson has barely begun, but the sounds of their education echo from all around. Soft moans, begging and pleading to be released and for their torment to end, and the rare moaning pleas of the true sluts among them, like Hicks used to be, all mingle with the sighs and pleased murmuring of the nymphs. The Golden Goddess of the Cave smiles and waves Her hand, and suddenly his mind is clear. Suddenly, he is aware of all the small changes the Forest has created in him, done to him, the cumulative effect crashing down on his mind and he is… terrified.

All Transformation Is Terrifying

Hicks trembles, and tries to pull his scant robe closed around his body, but finds that where on a more masculine body it barely covered his nipples and left a long V of open flesh down to his waist, on this body it covers even less. His ample tits are on full display, firm nipples pointing like arrows from round bouncing globes of terribly perky breasts. His tiny waist balloons out into thick hips and thighs, and his cock, or what remains of his cock, is shriveled, shrunken, still trapped in a golden cock cage. His hair has grown, and the repeated trips to the river have left him with soft smooth skin, unblemished and practically begging to be touched. Hicks moans, shivering, and falls to his knees. He looks up at the Goddess, and begins to cry. He has no idea that he looks beautiful with crystal tears running from big blue eyes, his perfect rosebud mouth shaped in anguish. “What did you do to me?!”

I Can Set You Free

Her gaze seems to pass through him, to see all of him, every desire, every dream, and to sear him as it passes. ~*I Can Set You Free*~ It echos in his mind. All the meanings of that phrase. She can release him. From everything. He could return to who and what he was before, be set free from the Forest. Or. Or She can free him from his remaining vestiges of a life he was never truly happy with. She can allow him to complete the transformation and become one of the Transformed. One of Hers. To be with Her, in the Forest, forever. She can set him free, but only if he is brave enough to agree to it, to ask for it, to participate in it.

To Be Transformed

Falling to his hands and knees, she crawls forward, and kisses the feet of the Golden Goddess. “Please, please, yes, please. Help me.” Her tears fall on the Goddesses feet, and she tries to wipe them away with her own hair. ~*Good Girl*~ The Goddess purrs her approval, and lifts her up into Her arms. The golden cage falls from the remains of Hicks’ cock, and allows that member to rise. As she is pressed back onto a bed of moss, the Transformed gather to witness. For this they all passed through, a type of rebirth, in fear and pain and glory. The Goddess sits astride her last bit of manhood, and sinks onto it. The heat of Her consumes and devours, transforming and changing what has been offered freely. Hicks knows there is no returning from this. This is the last time that cock will ever penetrate anyone, or anything. She releases it, gives it up, and allows it to be devoured by the Goddess. As wetness flows from the revitalizing spring that is the renewal of the Goddess, a new pussy is crafted into the body the Forest has created.

All Transformation Is A Rebirth

The Forest can be a magical place. It can scare the boner right off your body and then reward you with riches, or your deepest most hidden desires. But you have to walk into the Forest on your own two feet. Would you walk into our Forest? Can you step into the Enchanted Forest and face whatever comes next? Go on, face Mistress Erika, and her challenges for you (her rewards for you!) Read Enchanted Gooner starting on Saturday the 28th!

Your Allegorical Horror Mistress, Harper

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