Dragon, princess and proud knight: Halloween Special

 

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  In the Leifre Empire in 1414, after the descent of Tholin, a dramatic situation happen. The dragon Czernohod attacked Radoże the capital city Empire and abducted Princess Niemiła. Many people breathed with a sigh of relief, as the princess was known for her nastiness and antipathy towards the commoners, so her possible reign could have ended badly. Nevertheless, the emperor offered the princess's hand in marriage and regency to the empire best knight (though illiterate) Pakosław. The proud and confident knight agreed and set out for the dragon's lair to rescue the princess. He made it to the lair without any problems. When he finally arrived to lair, he saw the princess tied up and he starting to set out to free her. Suddenly, a dragon appeared and some flashing start, not from the dragon's breath, but from something strange on the floor, which he couldn't decipher. Then he suddenly lost consciousness.  When He woke up, he feel that was chained, he feel also that he wasn't wearing armor, but just some strange, soft silk clothes. What he saw next terrified him even more, it was his body smiling at him, then it took him and forcibly taken with it outside lair. With a glance, he saw a panicked dragon, firing everywhere, as if he didn't know what to do. He fall in panic and lost consciousness. He woke up a some tome later, still chained, and his body still soft, as if it had no muscles at all, full of delicate silk dress, when the long blond hair falling in his face.  He also felt that he had no penis but have two breasts, it didn't take a genius to know that he was in the body of a princess. Suddenly, his body turned to him, "It's not easy to find yourself in a new body, but I'm sure we'll both get used to it." Pakosław tried to speak, but beyond a few grunts, he couldn't utter a sound.  At this, his body smiled ominously and said, "Before you arrived, I put into to the princess's body a special spell that would prevent her from speaking for rest life. It wasn't easy just like it a body swap spell, but I had enough resources in the vault to perform it. And since I see even greater surprise in your face, You probably want to know what happened to the princess and you guessed that I'm actually the dragon Czernohod. So you see, our dear vain princess, so full of beauty, found herself is now in my old body. Unless she threw a whole mountain on herself in a panic, she will most likely go mad from dragon instinct. I rather doubt she'd be smart enough to manage to control my body, and after some time, she'll become an ordinary beast." At these words, I tried to break free, but nothing worked.  "Don't even try, we'll hold these bonds until we reach the capital. Then, according to the agreement, for saving the princess drom hands of the evil dragon, I'll receive the rank of regent and, in the future, will rule over the entire country. Oh, and we'll also get married. Thanks to the spell, you won't be able to reveal anything about my true identity. Besides, they will most likely assume that it is the result of trauma after being capture. You also boasted widely that you don't need to be able to read to be a knight, so there's no risk of you passing anything on it to anyone." At this news, I fainted with fear. "A great warrior, faints at the slightest news. Ha, Even the princess was more determined," the dragon laughed, and night fell.
  
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  The next sequence of events unfolded rapidly. The knight returned triumphantly to the capital with the princess, and the emperor received promises, making him regent and organizing a Grand Wedding for his daughter.  People were saddened by the news that princess, as a result of trauma by abduction by a dragon, had lost her voice and completely withdrawn into herself; in fact, she seemed like a completely different person, more humble and obedient. The wedding took place with pomp. Already under the Prince Regent Pakoslav(the Emperor had fallen ill for unknown reasons, which was attributed to some of the dragon's tricks), the Empire  was prospering, and ruling came easily to him. In his Czernohod times he lesrn many about tactics. As prince Pakosław he mastered swordsmanship with ease, expanded the army for further conquests, implemented tax collection, eliminated bureaucratic and purged political enemies. He was, as everyone says, a powerful but cruel king, albeit a somewhat emotionally empty .
  
  Pakoslav, however, in the body of Princess Niemiła, was unhappy.  He was confined to the castle, barred from venturing out to drink in taverns or traveling the world. Imprisoned in golden cage full of delicate lace and silk, forced to listen to endless discussions of embroidery and diplomacy from the princess's ladies-in-waiting, unable to lift a sword or even run without tripping over the hem of her gown, fainting at every major emotion. She hated the constant preening required of royals. She maintained a tragic, perpetually somber expression, which the court interpreted as a sign of a deep, complex emotional life of trauma.  sometimes she heard a story about a dragon terrorizing some villages in the Empire and abroad, gathering treasures for its cave, and she wondered how much of the former princess's mind was left in that beast.

 

 

This is the continent of Eilogia where I plan to set some other stories in the past, unlike Ventignel, the Great Shift did not take place here, nor are there elves, dwarves, and other typical fantasy creatures.

When a Daughter swap bodies cow: Halloween Special

 19 years old Ali was very jealous of Betsy, their cow, to whom her parents devoted all their attention to. Betsy was a very intelligent and strong cow, winning practically every competition. Ali was a lazy, unintelligent woman who always avoided work and was mean to everyone. She was angry that her parents preferred Betsy to her. On a stormy Halloween night, she went to the barn angrily, slightly drunk, and said, 
"Stupid cow, you have no idea what a good life you have. I should have been in your shoes." Unfortunately, someone higher up must have been listening, and lightning struck the barn. When her parents came to check on what was happening, they saw their daughter on all fours and the panicked cow. They quickly concluded that a body swap had occurred.

A Year Later

New Ali wiped the oil-covered calluses on her hands with a cloth. She stepped back, admiring her work. The aging tractor was working perfectly.
"I'm done," she replied as the old machine started.
Her father patted her shoulder with genuine pride. "Great job! What would we do without a daughter like you? You've fixed more equipment this year than I have in the last five."
New Ali (formerly Betsy the cow) accepted the praise humbly. "I'm sure there are some things I can't do" she replied modestly. In her old body, receiving a medal was a reward for natural talent; in this body, fixing a stubborn gearbox was a triumph of applied intellect.
Suddenly, a cow's lowing sounded from the nearby barn.
"Looks like (new) Betsy needs milking," her father commented. "Will you take care of that, daughter?"
"Of course, Daddy."
New Ali walked toward the barn, feeling the heavy smell of straw and silage. She stopped at the entrance, leaning against the wooden frame.
 She looked nostalgically at the old display case, where framed photos showed a proud cow—her former self—standing triumphantly beside her parents, dozens of ribbons streaming down the glass.
She smiled, then glanced at the second, newer display case, filled with awards. These were the awards New Betsy (Ali) had won. They weren't as numerous, but they were certainly eye-catching—proof that even a spoiled human in a cow's body can achieve the bare minimum if the reward structure is appealing enough.
In a strange twist of fate, lazy, self-centered Ali had finally found a way to get the attention she craved, even if it required four stomachs and an endless supply of hay.
New Ali entered the stall. New Betsy (Old Ali) looked up. A look of subdued, contented human resignation appeared in her eyes.
"Okay, little one. I hope you're ready to milk. And remember, if you win that Halloween cow contest, Daddy promised to put a TV in the barn."
New Betsy nodded. She shifted her considerable weight, preparing to milk.

A simple, fulfilling life.

Ali, also known as New Betsy, let her consciousness drift away as the familiar, rhythmic sound of the milking machine began.
The first weeks were a nightmare. She was distraught, hysterical—a cruel girl trapped in a large, hairy, awkwardly shaped prison. Her parents were forced to sedate her.

Then the State Fair changed everything.

She won the first contest she entered—a simple "Weight and Endurance" category. Her parents showered her with compliments, cooing over her, brushing her coat until it glistened, feeding her special molasses treats.  For the first time in her life, Ali, a mean, petty, lazy creature, felt completely appreciated for simply existing.
From then on, life as a cow became incredibly, surprisingly, enjoyable for her. The routine was simple: eat, drink, chew, sleep, and occasionally be the center of attention.
In that moment, as the gentle, mechanical suction kicked in, she drifted off. She thought about hay. Should she eat the good, sweet alfalfa first, or save it for last? These were monumental decisions in her new life.

Her parents entered the barn.
"Look at her," her mother sighed dreamily. "So calm, so productive. She's become a real treasure, isn't she, darling?"
Ali felt a warm surge of vanity. Yes, she thought. I am a treasure.
She also felt a strange, quiet, physical impulse, now that the milking had begun.  This was something new, something that had subtly begun to happen at the turn of the season.
She was even slightly excited by the thought (probably cow instincts, she thought) of a bull mounting her, or even a calf (for sure it's cow instincts, she thought), but for now, her parents hadn't decided on that.
She shifted her weight, feeling the satisfying pressure subside. After milking, her parents would leave her with warm, clean straw. She would chew her cud and think about nothing. Her pampered, lazy life as a spoiled cattle star was perfect, and she just had to make sure she was well rested before the competition.

From father to slave witch: Halloween Special

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Brett Chapman, Louis's father, noticed his son's strange behavior over the course of the year. He often spent time in the basement and engaged in strange songs. When he wasn't doing that, he'd wander around the neighborhood as if he were looring something. He tried to discipline him several times, but Louis ignored him. Finally, on Halloween night, he went to a party to talk to his son. However, when he stopped him after seeing him talking to a group of unknown men, Louis smiled and said, "I was counting on you appearing here, you won't stop me from conquering this world." Then he began uttering some strange gibberish. 
Suddenly, Brett's body stiffened and then returned to normal. "Ugh, what by the Belladona ungrace, where am I? Is this the other world the other witches are talking about?" Brett said in a different tone of voice.

"Hello Agreth/Aphozora, let me introduce you to your new situation," said Louis's body (actually controlled by a powerful dark elf sorceress).  

Brett felt a heavy weight on his body, whem his eyes opening, which was surprisingly gleaming for his usual bespectacled gaze. He wasn't in the drawing room... He was in a dimly lit chamber. Heavy, enchanted chains bound his wrists and ankles, jingling with a low sound. And instead of a hairy chest, he had... a pair of breasts, and slender, elegant  legs. He was a woman. An incredibly unlucky woman, judging by the aura of menace that seemed to hover in the air around him. He tried to speak, but couldn't, for his mouth was bound. There was something on his back that completely constrained him.  He sat there in the darkness for who knows how long. Finally, he heard sounds. A pair of well-dressed men approached, grabbed him by the throat, began undressing him, and said to him, "And now you see? What good was this betrayal? Agreth/Aphozoro. Even BellaDonna herself wasn't meet such punishment, but unfortunately, my father is a much crueler man than those who captured those ancient witch, but I must say, it's amazing that after all these years, you're still able to retain some remnants of consciousness." He said to her, and then began having sex with her. And the cycle repeated itself, from which he learned more details about who he was. Apparently, he was in the body of a very cruel sorceress who almost overthrew a local lord but fail, and as a result, she was punished with eternal chains and being at the mercy of her tormentors.  Bret's mind wasn't that strong and quickly began to decay, he didn't even know if his previous life was real or just an attempt to cope, after a few months he was practically deprived of any deeper thoughts except waiting for the next round of whoever happened to visit her, Agreth/Aphozora came to terms with her new role completely breaking down, and her master was pleased to learn that finally the powerful sorceress had been broken

Vanity french actress 2/2:Funeral: Halloween Special

 

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A few years later.
The sky over Hollywood was a dull, faded blue, the kind that looked as if it had lain in the sun too long. I stood when delicate shadows drop on my face-Amandine's face. The cemetery was small, private, a place where the wealthy buried their dead.
A handful of mourners stood over the coffin.
The coffin was already closed and being lowered with a body of Margaret Winslet's.

The priest droned on and on about "a good long life" and "a bright spirit returned to God." I bit the inside of my cheek—Amandine's cheek—to keep from laughing. If only he knew.  If only any of them knew that the coffin didn't really hold old Margaret mind, but Amandine one, who hadn't even reached 30.
Years passed before the body finally gave out. Years of watching by Amandine trapped in this paralyzed shell, as I lived her stolen life in the spotlight. At first, I visited her often, mocking her, reveling in her silent suffering. But as the body decomposed and her eyes grew increasingly blurry, the visits became less frequent. It was no longer fun to torment a prisoner who could barely understand you, and finally, after a few years body gave up and Amandine died.

The coffin hit the ground with a dull thud. I stepped forward, running my well-groomed hand over the polished stone.

"Goodbye, Margaret," I murmured, loud enough for the attendees to hear. A respectful farewell to my "dear friend and mentor."  The press would have lapped it up – another layer of the tragic, glamorous myth I'd built.

But under my breath, so quietly only the dead could hear, I added:

"Amandine, heh, you lasted longer than I thought. I wonder if reincarnation or maybe the afterlife awaits you."

I turned on my heel and walked away from the grave, my heels clicking sharply on the cobblestone path. The world was mine now – truly, irrevocably mine. No more left unsaid. No witnesses.

Before me lay only a fresh, young body and a lifetime of stolen years.

And as I slid into the backseat of the limousine and adjusted my sunglasses, a slow smile played on my lips.

Margaret Winslet was dead.

Long live Margaret DuPont.

Vanity french actress 1/2: Halloween Special

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The air in my Hollywood Hills mansion was thick with the scent of old deferred dreams. With a trembling hand, I ran my hand over a glossy centerfold from my youth. Then I caught sight of my reflection in the mirror – an old woman of 75. Every joint ached, every breath a sigh against the inevitable. Wealth had given me luxury, but not youth.

From my perch, I observed my maid, Amandine DuPont. Twenty-four years old, a recent French immigrant, Amandine was a beautiful woman dressed in a high-buttoned maid's uniform. Her complexion was flawless, her natural elegance belied her simple attire. Besides her beauty, Amandine possessed something else: absolute anonymity. An orphan, without family, without friends, with no life beyond silent service 

My considerable influence and wealth had opened a secret door to the witches' coven.  A Porata, a witch, answered my request to be young again, all for a relatively modest sum. The ritual was scheduled for the following month, at the end of October in Halloween.
During this time, I made all the preparations for taking over a new body, signing over my estate to Amandine and (on the witches' advice) adopting her and making her my personal guardian, unbeknownst to the girl herself.

Pretending to have a "confidential medical mission" for Amandine, I led the obedient girl straight into the trap of the witches' lair.

Inside, the ritual chamber was already prepared. Two identical tables gleamed in red light. Amandine and I, both under the influence of a calming potion, were placed on the table. Amandine's wide, terrified eyes met mine, a fleeting moment of primal understanding before the calming potion lulled us to sleep.

 The first thing I felt when I woke up was the absence of pain. Decades of aching joints, a stiff spine, the unrelenting gravity of old age—all of it vanished. I flexed my fingers, and youthful ligaments snapped. I stood, weightless, full of energy. In the mirror, I returned the gaze of Amandine's face: perfect, flawless, radiating vitality. I laughed with a chilling, victorious joy.

I saw the witches approach my old, still unconscious body and pour in some potion.

"To induce an effect similar to a stroke, so she wouldn't say anything," one of the witches explained.

My old, fragile body, now having  Amandine's consciousness, convulsed, letting out a silent, internal scream of pure panic, quickly muffled by the powerful elixir.

At the mansion, my old, wrinkled body—now housing Amandine's terrified, imprisoned mind—was placed in my old bedroom, and I moved to the other. I placed my old, defenseless, paralyzed, and utterly silent body, which housed Amandine in a bed. Amandine was now a captive observer, trapped in her old body, forced to watch as her life, her beauty, her future were effortlessly stolen.

I removed Amandine's simple maid uniform and replaced with luxurious, revealing clothes, purchased a month earlier, which now adorned my new persona. I began the administrative process of liquidating my assets, transferring all fiduciary authority to my "new identity." I changed my name from Amandine DuPont to Margaret DuPont.

Within a few months, Hollywood was ablaze with rumors about  a mysterious new French model, Margaret DuPont. My beauty was shocking, my confidence magnetic. I signed contract with my old agency, and I immediately dominate the highest circles. I possessed the ruthless ambition and cold calculation of an old titan, reinforced by the impeccable, youthful energy.

At a prestigious charity gala, I explained that Margaret Winslet was my greatest inspiration, a true mentor, and after a (public) stroke that paralyzed her, she had been under my care in the last years of her life, and this was my tribute to her. I winked at the cameras, my glint of triumph dazzling and cold. No one guessed the truth.

I was famous all over the world, living exactly the life I had always envied. When I entered my old bedroom, I saw Amandine.

The old woman's body lay still, weaker now. Amandine's consciousness, trapped within her, registered my approach.  I moved closer, my young breath fanning against the cold, old cheek.

"You know, Amandine," I whispered, caressing the face of my former self. "This body is wonderful. I've never loved my life more. And the best part? No old age. No more pain. And no one knows that the greatest tragedy of your short life is becoming my greatest success."

Amandine's mind screamed in silent pain, a torrent of rage and fear, but her old vocal cords couldn't utter a sound. Her eyes, sunken and clouded, stared into the beautiful, youthful face of the woman who had stolen her future. It was a look of absolute, concentrated terror.

I stood, straightened my tailor's dress, and closed the bedroom door. The world saw a bright star radiating youth and strength.  Inside the mansion, trapped in its crumbling prison, the real Amandine DuPont remained, hidden, silent proof of my monstrous vanity—doomed to watch her stolen life play out on magazine covers until her new old body finally gave way to death.

Unworthy Mafia Heir: Halloween Special

 

Andreo Vittorio, the son of a powerful mafioso, lived a life of luxury, never need to do anything.
He exploited his position and slept with all the women he could, and if they didn't want him, he did threaten them with the consequences. He dreamed of doing nothing in life, surrounded by a harem of obedient women, and having sex without protest.
However, bad consequences came eventually for him. On Halloween night, during a party, he was kidnapped by a rival mafia family. They then sent a message to his father asking him to accept their demands or they would begin to take away his son's part. His father refused, regardless of whether they sent him a finger or, if they ran out of fingers, limbs. Yet He still refused and instead he sent men to find and raid the hideout of rivals  However, by then, he no longer had a son. The enemies, after running out of limbs, stripped the son of his vocal cords, but even then the father didn't give in. So, they used an experimental formula and turned the son into a woman.

 He looked at the creature lying on the table—limbless, voiceless, yet still alive. But His son was gone.

Andreo's eyes, dull from shock and months of terror, briefly glanced at his father. In that silent, desperate gaze, Vittorio saw not a message of pain, but a quiet numbness.

Don Vittorio had come here to reclaim his dumb son, his heir, an extension of his own power, and now he found only a dumb woman.

Vittorio turned from the table.

"Burn the warehouse," he ordered. "Leave nothing. And Bring it… bring This thing back to the estate."

Disappointed at first, Vittorio rejoiced at the good news when the doctors determined that, despite the change in the women, his family DNA was still there, so his bloodline wasn't extinct yet.  So he came up with a terrifying idea: allowing loyal lieutenants to spend the night with his transformed heir, giving them the opportunity to being a father to future successor. His heir failed him, and it was long before this transformation. Fortunately, in his new form, Andreo will be more useful, and any eventual offspring will certainly be better than him. Don provide Andreo with excellent facilities, like caregivers trained to interpret his head movements (for now, the only way to communicate is through his nodding and shaking his head), the possibility to watch TV all the time and all those streamers or whatever the youth are watching. In a sense, Andreo got what he wanted; he wouldn't have to do anything, and he'd be surrounded by women ready to obey his every command. Plus, he'd have plenty of sex.

A Swap with a Doll: Halloween Special

 Braila was a hard-working office worker, often working late into the night, with no time for romance. Frustrated, she often stared at the small Japanese figurine of a Japanese schoolgirl on her desk, which she had received during a business trip to Japan. She sometimes wondered what it would be like to live blissfully and without unnecessary worries. Unfortunately, this wish came true when she was staying up late again on Halloween, and Role Exchanger was taking place. Suddenly, in the blink of an eye, she found herself on the other side of the office, unable to move or blink. She saw her body sitting stiffly and still, but breathing. Suddenly, she understood. She swapped bodies with the figurine.  She stood motionless, staring at her immobile body all night. Finally, in the morning, workers arrived and saw that she was stiff. They called for help, and from snippets of conversation, she learned that the rescuers quickly discovered that the body had been swapped with some object, because no one else was in the building at the time, but they couldn't determine what it was. Furthermore, the body was taken to an unknown destination, and she was stuck in the office, constantly looking in one direction, unable to blink. And so the days passed, beginning to blur together. She saw people and cleaners cleaning the office, but from what she understood from their conversations, they weren't supposed to take anything, and that it would be taken by some force dealing with the Role Exchanger.  Finally, some uniformed men arrived and began securing the entire room and taking all the items. Finally, they took her away, conceiving her in some kind of box. From what she understood, everything was to be kept safe until the being in her former body learned to be human, and the items were given to her new owner.

The box in the warehouse was completely dark; she didn't know how much time had passed. It felt like an eternity. She didn't know how many days had passed; only the dark emptiness was there, she felt as if she were slowly sinking into it. Finally, after an unknown amount of time, she felt movement, and suddenly the box she was in was being taken somewhere. Finally, it was opened by someone in the light of day and she felt someone hands and saw herself being placed on a shelf. After a while, she saw a woman who had come, and to her shock, she saw that it was her, or rather her body.  Suddenly the body spoke, "Hello Braila, I know you're here somewhere, although I don't know what you are, I hope you're doing well, not that you know me, but I was an object on your shelf before, but thanks to specialist help, I managed to stand up as a human being, unfortunately, I don't remember what I was before, but know that I promise you that I will continue your life and I will try to deserve what you gave me." Braila wanted to scream, saying that she was here and she didn't want the doll to take her identity, but she didn't have a mouth scream, she was just an ordinary doll with the consciousness of the person she once was, all she could do was watch as her life was taken away from her.