Katya From Pottsylvania

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Summary: Anyone else have a fetish for muscular women, particularly in a Viking/fantasy type of outfit? Take a look at the Boris Vallejo paintings to get an idea of what I am talking about. This story combines a hot and exotic women being forced into a type of kink. There are also many fantasy elements in it, so if you played D&D or read fantasy novels, then you will be at home. On another note, I am not trying to be mean to anyone of Russian or Slavic heritage. I admit, I think the Eastern European female accent is hot. The main character is from Pottsylvania, it is the “country” that Natasha Fatale and Boris Badenov are from. That is, Boris and Natasha from the old Rocky and Bullwinkle cartoon. They spoke in a fake Russian accent, or atleast that is how I took it. Enjoy the story.

----------10 years ago in a small town, in the fictional country of Pottsylvania

Katya sat in the living room of her grandmother’s apartment. Katya was a smart and rather plain looking girl. She sat on a stool; hands with finger paint on them clutched 2 dirty knees as she swung her legs around the legs of the stool.

“Grandma, are you going to tell me a story?” asked Katya.

The Grandmother gave a small smile, but not too large. Their family was poor and did not have access to modern health care. Sonya, the grandmother had to settle for sub par dental work, she did not like to show her teeth, in their condition to Katya, as it made the 10 year old uncomfortable.

“Katya my dear, how would you like to tell me a story instead?” asked Sonya.

Katya looked at her grandmother with a quizzical look. She was taken back by the question. Katya was a big fan of grandma Sonya’s story. 

“What kind of story grandma. You know all the best stories…?” asked Katya

“Tell me what you want to be, when you grow up” said the grandmother.

Katya screwed up her face for a few seconds. What did young Katya want to be when she grows up? She had grown up middle class by Pottsylvania standards, but that meant living in a Soviet era apartment, only hearing about pop culture of America or western Europe through bootleg videos or rumors and dealing with electrical black outs from time to time.  Katya wanted to be successful, she wanted to master English beyond the few phrases she taught herself with her school friends. She had no interest in going into a university in the capitol of Pottsylvania or if she was lucky Moscow and then hoping to land one of the sought after jobs in the government.  It would also be nice to have modern clothes, modern health care, for her family to have a car, where all the windows rolled up. 

“ I want to be successful in Ahmehrika” said Katya, trying to pronounce the words correctly, but instead spoke in cute broken English.

Sonya dared to smile and show all her teeth, even if they were a bit off color and one was noticeably smaller and crooked.  Sonya noticed the small twitch that Katya gave, when she was uncomfortable. 

“ My dear, your family has been in Pottsylvania for ages. You may not believe it, but you are descended from royalty. Of course, that was before Pottsylvania became a part of the USSR. “ Said Sonya.

The grandmother stopped herself. She realized that if Katya achieved her goal of going to America, she would be the first in their family, to move to the west.

“Katya, moving to America would be a big move. You would have to be fluent in English and from what I understand, most Americans know little to nothing about Pottsylvania. In my time, the only thing the west knew about Pottsylvania was a curious cartoon about a femme fatale in a purple dress her her co spy, Boris Badenov and he was portrayed a lot shorter than he was in real life”…. Said Sonya.

Katya may be the one who overcomes the obstacles of poverty and lack of opportunity. If fate decided that Katya was to move to America and chase success there, who was she to stand in fate’s way?

“Katya, do you believe in fate?” asked the grandmother.

Katya thought about it for a while and then nodded her head.

“ Katya, if fate decided that you would become successful in America, would you deny fate or would you accept it with an open heart?” asked Sonya in English this time.

“ It would be a dream come true and if fate wanted to come along that would be great” Katya responded in English. She did not catch her own broken English.

The grandmother pondered for a minute. She knew of a local fortuneteller that claimed she could influence the future and lucky for the fortuneteller, Pottsylvania people were a superstitious lot. This fortuneteller once told Sonya, that when a Pottsylvanian leaves for America, with no intention of returning home, they are pursued by an elf. Elf is the English translation, essentially is a shape-shifting creature that can play tricks, sap the energy or give energy to its target. These Elves are as big a part of Pottsylvanian lore, just as much as the Baba Yaga is to Russian lore. Their job is to protect all natives of Pottsylvania, when they are in their home country and return them to their home by any means, if they ever try to leave Eastern Europe (the cut off distance is uncertain, but pretty sure the USA is outside of the boundary). This may explain why most people outside of the old USSR countries are yet to ever meet a Pottsylvanian in the flesh. The elves do not seem to mind if you become a spy for Russia, so moving to Moscow for work is an option for Pottsylvanians.

The grandmother switches back to her mother tongue.

“Katya, do you know the story of the elves, the creatures that both protect our homeland and return the sons and daughters of our fair land, if and when they leave?” asked Sonya.

“Grandma, you are funny. That is a myth, just like Frost Giants or safe from the tap, drinking water,” said Katya (Pottsylvania was behind the times, water from the tap still had to be boiled, before it was safe to drink).

“Katya, I just want to know, if you know about the story. How the farther a native Pottsylvanian moves from their homeland, that only drives the elves all the more to pursue and capture that person, and return them home. (The elves are on good terms with all Slavic countries) This allows them to stalk the person they are after. Katya, if you stay in Eastern Europe, you could get a job at a factory, maybe even get into a Russian university. However if it is fate for you to move to America and be successful then so be it. Just know this, elves may try to return you to Eastern Europe. However, they cannot capture you, if you never let them into your home. The myth is, when an elf is ready to capture you and return you home, they come to your door and ask to be invited in. As long as you say no, they cannot get you”. Said the grandma. 

Katya nodded along. But the girl was not listening and instead tuned out, as she did not believe in such fairy tales. Katya dreamed about success, a life of fun, ease and making more money in a year as a model, then a lifetime of working in a Pottsylvanian factory.

Katya’s early life was going to a Pottsylvanian school, the same building for all grades. Her home was a decaying, concrete building built around the time when Stalin was still alive. Once she became a teenager, she tried gymnastics to make her body lean and strong. She succeeded in both gymnastics and school. However, as she got older school did not interest her as much as physical training. Gymnastics was a fun thing to do; her gymnastics group even took a road trip and performed in a town in Russia. During her first and brief time in Russia, she was approached by a modeling scout and asked to return in a month for a modeling shoot. She did indeed come back. After “being discovered” she was encouraged to change her diet and exercise regiment to achieve a certain physique. Katya left gymnastics behind and focused on body building and modeling. 

She asked her agent if she was good enough to be a full time model. Her agent was more honest than anything else and told her, that modeling rarely led to full time work, and at best, modeling could be a part time income while going to college for some other type of job. By the time Katya was 19, she had appeared on the cover of magazines on 3 occasions around Pottsylvania and neighboring regions. However, Katya still felt she could be so much more if she moved to America.

------Modern day. Katya’s apartment in a suburb outside of New York City.

Katya sat and then sank into a leather recliner in a hip and modern New York apartment that her and a roommate have been sharing for the past 6 months. Katya shared the apartment with a foreign exchange student who was studying to be a nurse, her name was Maria.

“ So, tell me again, where you are from?” asked Maria.

“ I told you, from RRrrruussia” said Katya in an over exaggerated accent.

Both women got a chuckle out of it. This was an inside joke, from the first day these ladies meet. 

Maria was a mixed race woman from Canada who had moved to the USA. Maria loved Katya’s accent. Maria was average build; a bit short compared to other ladies her age and never pushed herself in sports. She was, admittedly, a tinge jealous of Katya’s athletic physique. Katya also had the advantage of being leggy, established muscle tone from hours in a gym and gymnastics.  

“I wish you were not moving out, now I am going to have to find a new roommate and she will not be half as cool as you” said Katya. 

Maria gave a sympathetic face. Maria had made the decision to move in with her boyfriend and was going to be moving out.

“Well, my boyfriend is still re modeling the place, so we will still have some time to make memories” said Maria.

Katya took a minute to think about all that has transpired in the last 9 months. She took the money she made from modeling, paid some of her grandmother’s medical bills, helped with the grocery bills. She moved to the USA on the pretense of going to college, but instead threw herself into finding model work. The only model work she could land was commercials for items such as cereal, tooth paste oh and something really exciting, she had a role in a commercial as woman in the waiting room of a doctors office. She had to wait in the waiting room half a day, to play the role in a commercial, as a person, in a waiting room. It was a personal record for the most boring day of her life. How could modeling possibly be so boring? At least while hanging out in the venues around New York, she had meet Maria and they became friends and roommates.

“ Oh, I almost forgot, something came in the mail about 2 weeks ago, at first I thought it was junk mail, since I do not know anyone who could misspell Pennsylvania as Pottsylvania. And then it occurred to me, Pottsyvania sounds like it could be a town in Russia, no offense if that is the name of your home town”, said Maria.

Maria stood up from her chair, walked over to a table with a pile of paperwork and retrieved a red envelope and brought it over to Katya.

“Special delivery for one Katya” said Maria as she handed Katya the card.

“Thank you…..eh” said Katya in her best Canadian voice. 

“Poszhalahtsta” said Maria in attempted Russian.  (“your welcome”)

Katya opened the red envelope, expecting a card from her family. Katya was kind and had written to her family and they wrote back. It was neither a birthday nor holiday, why the red envelope that looks like it has a holiday card in it? The front of the card simply said: From Pottsylvania, to whom it may concern.

Katya opened the card, and this is what it said.

From: The elves of Pottsylvania 

To: Katya

We decided to write to you instead of approaching you, as this seemed subtler. You have had a taste of life in America, or Ahmehrika as you called it until you were 12. Are you having fun? We understand you telling people that you are from Russia as you speak Russian and Pottsylvania is but a small republic most are unaware of, but that still makes it a false pretense we have not overlooked. We believe you have moved too far from home. Consider this an invitation to come back home to Pottsylvania within 30 days. Otherwise, we will be making a visit to bring you home. 

Katya thought maybe it was her grandma playing a joke on her. She tucked the card back into its envelope.  I will have to return the favor to my dear babushka back home.

-------One week later. 

Katya sat in a public library by herself reading a young adult novel. To her credit, she was trying her best to better her American English and learn to drop her Slavic accent when she wanted to. She was also listening to a woman read out loud to a group of kids.  A person can only learn so much from watching TV, until you wanted to get out of the house for a while. 

Katya looked up and saw a young girl, about age 10 sitting at a table on the opposite end of the reading room. This girl was too far away to talk to, but close enough to sense a special level of interest. The girl had her head resting on her flat hands, palms resting on the table. This curious and young pixie was content to stare happily at Katya as if she had spied a unicorn.  Katya smiled at this young library patron, and she in turn smiled back. Katya went back to her reading until she finished the chapter she was on. She looks up again and sees the same face, staring at her. This time, the eye contact could be felt. Katya waved and the girl gave an enthusiastic wave back. 

Just as Katya turned her eyes back to her book, she felt as if someone was standing beside her. Katya looked to her side and was startled to see the young girl standing there, with her hands behind her back. The girl was innocent enough looking with her white sweater with a hint of glitter on it, a few freckles on a pale face and dimples. 

“You are pretty,” said the girl. 

“Um, thank you. Are you here with your parents? ” Asked Katya

The girl shook her head no and maintained her smile. 

“I like your accent, where are you from?” asked the girl. 

“ I am from Russia,” said Katya. 

“No, you are not Russian…. Somewhere else I think,” said the girl.

“What is your name?” asked Katya

The girl moved her hand from behind her back and handed Katya a red envelope.

“This is for you, Katya,” said the girl.

Katya took the envelope and started at it for a second, then looked up and saw the girl skipping away and turn the corner. Katya got up and tried to follow the girl, but when she got to the corner to see where she was going, the hallway was virtually empty except for the janitor stepping out of the bathroom after moping the floor. There was no sign of the girl after she turned the corner. This was creepy to say the least.

Katya went back to her seat and looked at the red envelope. This one looked the same as the one Maria gave her. 

Front of the card said: From Pottsylvania, to whom it may concern.

Katya opened the envelope, opened the card, this is what it said.

From the elves, protectors of Pottsylvania and its Slavic neighbors.

To be hand delivered to Katya

Greetings Katya. You seem to be very at home, here in America. However, it is not your fate to spend the rest of your days in America. You are being asked to make plans to move back to Pottsylvania in a week. Consider this your last warning. Do not take any more modeling jobs or go looking for another roommate. Otherwise, we will be collecting you.

-      The elves.

Katya was a bit shocked by all of this. Was someone stalking her? Who was that young girl? Should she take this as a kind of threat? She rolled her eyes; she was a big girl and could look out for herself. 

-------A week later, at a photo shoot.

Katya got a lucky break and landed another modeling job. She was one of a dozen models asked to pose for pictures to be used on the cover of a fitness magazine. The morning was spent putting on sport related gear, having their hair redone and then take more pictures. In one photo shoot, Katya stood in the middle of a set that was made to look like a locker room . She wearing a hockey jersey and hot pants, with a girl to her right holding a hockey stick and hockey mitts, in a sports bra and hot pants.  They also took pictures where it would just be one woman, half dressed in sports gear, with either their legs or their cleavage showing. These women were attractive and had the right amount of muscle tone to be athletic, but still sexy enough to be on the cover of any magazine that shows off attractive women. 

It was near noon by the time the photographer had about exhausted every conceivable combination of sports gear / poses and duos with the ladies. The ladies where offered a bonus if they would stay and take more shots, but dressed in chain mail and holding swords. This set would have the women standing on a fake rock and in the background they would add a cgi castle. They were told to think of it as Lord of the Rings, which was not far from the truth. They pictures were going to be inserted into a magazine about fantasy themed games. Katya was not going anywhere, so of course she agreed. The armour was not too bad; she could almost find the “boob” amour funny. Katya had a strong jaw line, throw in having her hair in a braid and top her head with a Viking helmet and she looks like she stepped out of medieval Scandinavia. At the end, the photographer made some comment about how nerds would be fapping to the pictures. That was both gross, but a bit funny to her. 

-------Later in the day, at Katya’s apartment.

Katya sat at home having some tea. She had the apartment to herself Maria was all but moved out and was staying at her boyfriend’s apartment. Katya was starting to think about how she needed to find a new roommate, so she could afford the rent. 

Katya was dressed in sweat pants and a loose fitting t-shirt. After a day of wearing spandex and then fur-lined chain mail, she was relived to be wearing something more comfortable. There was a knock on the door. She groaned as she got up, she was settled in and was not expecting company.

Katya peeped through the peephole and did not see anyone.

Katya opened the door, looked ahead and then a bit down. She saw the same girl from the library. It least it looked a lot like her, it was a very short and off-putting encounter.

“Uhm, yes, can I help you?” asked Katya.

The young girl produced an ID card out of her pocket and handed it to Katya

“I think you dropped this on you way home” said the girl.

Katya looked at the ID card, sure enough, it was her NY State ID card. The ID card had her name and address. Katya thought about creating a fake name when she moved to New York, but thought better of it. Katya took the card from the girl, and then put it in her own pocket.

“uhm, thank you for returning it so quickly” said Katya.

“Please do not say uhm so much, it is unbecoming,” said the girl with a smile.

“What a mouth on this girl” Katya thought to herself. 

“I found this bag of clothes in the parking lot. I thought someone who lived here might have left it behind. I am trying to get it back to its owner” said the girl.

The girl indeed did have a white paper bag with her. It was only now that Katya looked that the name on the bag, the name of an expensive clothing designer. This particular white bag had clothes with a price tag, where one item was even too expensive for Katya. 

The girl noticed Katya’s hesitation.

“Well, I just wanted to return the ID card back to you. Have a nice day,” said the girl

“Hold on, you went through the trouble of coming all the way over here to return my ID card. Can I invite you in for some tea?” asked Katya.

“I would like that,” said the girl with a smile, showing pearly white teeth.

Katya stepped to the side and motioned for the girl to step into the apartment. The girl stepped into the apartment and looked around.

“What a lovely apartment you have. Or should I say you and your roommates have?” asked the girl

“It is all me for the time being. My roommate recently moved out. I may be looking for a new roommate soon. Why, do you need a room to rent?” asked Katya jokingly.

“No thanks, I already have a place,” said the girl.

“This girl has a very unique way of talking” Katya thought to herself.

Katya wanted to ask the girl, if she was the same girl from the library who handed her the red card, but thought better of it. She wanted to instead focus on that bag.  There could be something very expensive, very good fitting and possibly very free in that bag if she could persuade the girl.

“I see the tea kettle in the dining room table. Looks like I made good timing” said the girl.

“Please seat yourself and I will get you a cup,” said Katya

The girl went to the dining table, put the white bag down beside the table and sat on one of the chairs. 

Katya went to the kitchen to get a 2^ndmug and a plate. She put some cookies on the plate and returned to the dining table.

Katya sat herself, poured the girl a cup of tea and place the plate in the middle of the table.

“ I hope your parents know where you are. I would not want them thinking I am abducting you” said Katya

After Katya said those words. She felt funny as if she was not herself. Even the tone of hour voice sounded different. Almost…. More girlish as if some of her broken English was coming back. But she did manage to not put an uhm in front of her words again.

“They know where I am at.” Said the girl.

The 2 ladies drank tea, ate cookies and make small talk about what they did, what they liked and disliked about living in New York. Katya put asking about the red envelope out of her mind. Katya had something else on her mind.

“So, how are you going to find the owner, of that bag of clothes?” asked Katya.

“I do not know. Tell you what. Since you have been so kind to me, why don’t you try these clothes on? If they fit, maybe I can leave them with you. If you do not mind that is. “ Said the girl. 

Katya smiled and nodded. She knew her gut feeling was right about this girl. She was a cutie, bearing gifts. Very nice gifts she could not afford. Katya picked up the bag, gave a sincere thank you and found herself skipping off to her bedroom. Why did she felt an urge to skip? Because she had a bag of clothes, that was worth about $1500 total, that is why. 

Katya spend the next 30 minutes changing into clothes, looking at herself in a full-length mirror, posing in front of the girl and asking for input.  Katya also walked around in a pair of heels that was in the bag. She walked from one end of the apartment to the other end. Katya felt magnificent in her fancy clothes.

“They all look so nice and wonderful on you dear” said the girl

“I know right? I struggle to pay my bills; there is no way I can afford these clothes. I must confess, they are not mine, but I feel great in them,” said Katya.

“Come back to the table. You must be exhausted from all your walking” said the girl in a serious tone.

Katya thought the sudden change in attitude in the girl was odd, but she was so happy with the feeling of these expensive clothes in her possession, she did not care. Katya sat down, her big shit-eating grin still intact. Now the girl had a poker expression on her face. “Darn, looks like the party is over” Katya thought to herself. Katya also noticed that the clothes started to itch. That was strange as just a moment ago, the clothes felt perfect.

“Speaking of things that are not yours, this life is not yours either. It is not your fate to live in America,” said the girl in a flat tone.

Katya face twitched; much in the same way it did when she saw the same girl in the library or when she saw her grandmothers cheap dental work.

“What are you talking about? You are the girl from the library aren’t you? I think you should leave now,” said Katya. The words just rushed out of her mouth with no natural pauses. 

“Why would I leave, you invited me in dear?” asked the girl, this time smiling, showing 2 rows of teeth that looked identical to those of her grandmother back in Pottsyvlania. This made the hair on the back of Katya’s neck stand up.

It all dawned on Katya, all too fast. The warning from her grandmother that she did not listen to, the cards in the red envelop. Damn, she invited in a Pottsylvanian elf. How could she be so stupid? That bag of expensive clothes distracted her. Katya tried to stand up, which she accomplished, but she felt as heavy as a giant boulder. Her legs felt rubbery and had to muster all of her will power to fight the urge to sit down. 

“I think you should leave NoWww,” said Katya, each word felt and sounded labored. 

“I think you should do something about all that heat you are about to experience,” said the elf.

Katya felt it, the heat, it was as if she was on fire, but there was no smoke, no smell of burning fabric or skin. It was the clothes. The silk blouse, the designer skirt, the heels that made her feel attractive and desirable. They all felt so hot, and by hot I mean reaching a temperature that made it feel as if they were liquefied fire and melting into her skin. Katya first thought was to remove the clothes. Yes, get out of these clothes, which will make the burning sensation stop.

Katya’s arms may as well have been tree trunks and her fingers sleeping sloths. Very slowly Katya raised her arms to the blouse and in a cumbersome fashion, she undid each blouse button. Katya was in so much pain, she would have torn the blouse clean off, even if it mean paying for the entire bag of clothes with working double shifts at a fast food restaurant. But that was not an option. Katya wept a tear of pain as she took 15 minutes to unbutton the blouse. Then she used her right hand to push the left shoulder of the blouse off of her body. What a sensation, now, save for where the bra strap made contact with skin, her shoulder felt relief.

Yes, that is the ticket. Get this damn blouse off! This provided the motivation to put even more effort into using her left hand to shove the blouse off of her right shoulder. Katya let her arms drop to her side and the blouse slid down her arms and back. At first, she felt a wave of pleasure hit her shoulders, that part of her was free of the blouse that was causing so much fiery pain. Then the rest of the blouse fell to the floor. Katya mind turned to her chest. The damn bra….. damn this bra. The bra needs to go. With the same slow moving labor that was used to remove the blouse, Katya removed the bra. Katya shed another tear, not from the pain, but from the feeling of release. She was released from that pain. She has never felt so happy to be naked from the waist up. Katya’s arms were but twigs moving through wet cement. She let those tired twigs rest beside her tired body. 

Katya would normally be embarrassed to be topless in front of a stranger, humiliated to show her firm tits to a young girl and terrified about a girl calling the police and accusing her of sexual indecency. No, that was not even the half of it. The girl, the elf, her stalker was morphing. Yes, the once innocent library girl was morphing, her clothes were absorbed into her skin, and her skin was re shaping itself. It took about 25 seconds for the girl to do her best Robert Patrick as the T-1000 impersonation. Instead of becoming a police officer, she turned into Katya’s grandmother, Sonya.

Katya was truly tormented now. Her skirt was burning her behind and thighs, but did she really want to use the last of her strength to strip naked and be truly vulnerable in front of this monster? Katya realized she has not spoken or screamed since she started to remove the blouse. She has been experiencing 20 minutes of intense, fiery pain but yet all she has done is suffered in silence. 

“My dear granddaughter, what a mess you are in. I believe I warned you about not inviting in elves” said the elf as the grandmother, in the grandmother’s voice.

Katya could hardly raise an eyebrow. Who was this evil creature, which was taunting her?

“What do you want from me?” asked a terrified Katya.

“Squeeze your tits……squeeze your boobs for grandma and I will make that pain go away” said the morphed Sonya.

Katya lifted her heavy hands to her chest and pressed heavy as stone fingers to her breasts. Her breasts now felt terribly cold. What a roller coaster, to go from burning sensation, to having her fingers maneuver around 2 large snow balls on her chest. Poor Katya, she had little strength to make much of an effort to try to keep her breasts warm, much less give them a squeeze, even if she wanted to. 

“Squeeze your damn tits for granny and I mean SQUEEZE” said morphed Sonya.

Katya’s mind swirled. Was she being mind controlled, was there a way out of this torture? If she can go from hot to cold and back, can she even trust that what she was feeling was indeed real?  Katya did the best she could, she had to focus every joint, in every finger and move the fine muscles in her fingers. With the pace of a droplet of water slinking down a long icicle, her fingers dug into snow cold breasts. With each squeeze, her breasts swelled an unnatural amount and then returned to their natural size.

“Pump it up bitch. Like those sneakers with the pumps above the laces” said morphed Sonya as she cackled like a witch.

Katya wanted to scream, to tell this witch, this Baba Yaga to go to hell. She tried to scream a profanity, but all that came out of her mouth was an icy silence and breath that looked like fog. Katya had chills and felt it in her core. Katya felt more that turned on after being tortured and pressured into massaging her own breasts. Titillated one might say. 

“There is another outfit for you to try. It is waiting for you in your bedroom” said the morphed Sonya.

Katya had few options. Her strength was sapped, she lost her voice and was at the mercy at whatever pain this witch wanted to inflict on her. Was the pain real or was it an illusion? That did not matter now. Katya performed an about face and then marched to her bedroom. Her tits jiggled each time one of the high heel shoes made contact with the hardwood floor. 

Katya finally arrived to her bedroom. In the middle of the bedroom was a mannequin that Katya used to hang clothes on, so she could see it from other people’s perspectives. On this mannequin, was an elaborate fantasy costume. It came with, a leather helmet with metal studs and a small ivory fang on either side of it, much like a subtle Viking helmet. The chest armour was a bronze bra of sorts. It had 2 bronze cups for either breast and is connected with leather straps and buckle on the shoulders and back. The brass breast cup had 3 brass rings connecting them together. The left shoulder strap had a dagger and sheath. The lower body armour was a leather bikini bottom that was held together with leather strings on either side. The costume came with a sword and leather gloves that fit snugly and went to the elbows, but Katya is too weak to carry a sword but she did put the gloves on. To complete the look, were fur lined boots that went to her knees and had a hard surface where the boot meet the ground, for stability of the wearer. She took a deep breath and started the difficult and embarrassing task of undressing out of her designer skirt and into this Boris Vallejo inspired costume. Beside the lack of will power, on the outside Katya resembled a badass woman warrior after she changed. Xena would have approved and Gabrielle would have had a crush on her. 

Katya has thighs that could leg chock a pony and abs with a hint of a 6 pack. Her physique was ideal for a bikini bottom such as this, because the leather straps rode at the point where her hips curved into her lower abdomen. Katya stepped with slow precision back into the dining room. Her boobs still jiggled each time she planted a boot onto the floor. But this time, her bra made a light tinkling sound, which was announcing her, every move. She might as well have been carrying a jewelry box while wading through mud at the speed she was going. 

Katya finally made it to the center of the dining room. Sweat was dripping down her face and down her ample cleavage. Combine that with her labored breathing and one might think Katya just fought of some orcs without getting any blood or scratches on her. Katya noticed that the elf no longer took the shape of Sonya but was now in the form of her former roommate Maria. 

The morphed Maria had moved her chair to face Katya’s direction. She had an evil smile on her face and was motioning for Katya to come closer. Katya, moving like a 2-legged ox finally made it over to the morphed Maria. Katya wanted to cover her shameful appearance, but lacked the strength. 

“I love how great this outfit looks on you. It’s a almost a shame that I have to remove a part of it….almost” said the morphed Maria. 

Katya now stood 2 feet away from where Maria stood. Maria flicked her finger and Katya felt a painful electrical shock through her body.

“Must be that brass bra. Allow me” said the morphed Maria.

Maria stood up from the chair and unsheathed the dagger that Katya had on her shoulder. With 2 quick motions, the morphed Maria cut through the leather straps that were acting as bra straps for Katya’s armour.  The brass bra fell to the ground with a clink.

“Much better that was just getting in the way. Those pretty puppies need to breath” said the morphed Maria as she playfully flicked Katya’s exposed breasts. 

Katya face turned as red as a tomato from embarrassment.

“What is the matter? Are you afraid I am not giving you enough attention?” said the morphed Maria.

The morphed Maria put a hand on either side of Katya’s abdomen. First, she sent a wave of extreme heat and then a second a wave of a cold sensation through Katya. Katya was not panting due to her physical exhaustion.  The morphed Maria slid her hands down Katya’s body until it felt the leather strings that were holding the bikini bottom on. 

“Oh, a present for me? Don’t mind if I do,” said the morphed Maria.

The morphed Maria untied the leather strings, then tossed the leather bikini bottom off to the side. The morphed Maria then tore her own skirt off, revealing a clean shaved vagina. Then, she stood with her hands on either hip, chest out and feet shoulder width apart. Katya was so tired all she could do was look down in the direction of the morphed Maria’s lower body.

“Keep looking, I am about to do a trick,” said the morphed elf 

First, a penis produced its mushroom cap head out from between the elf’s vagina. 

“It is a shy thing. He will need some encouragement,” said the morphed elf.

Maria closed her eyes and made a sound as if she was bench-pressing 10 pounds above he weight limit. Every time Maria made a grunt sound, the penis grew another inch until it manifested into a 9-inch erection.

Katya’s jaw dropped. She new this was an illusion, or she was having a fever dream and was going to wake up. 

“Who wants to saddle up and go for a ride?” asked the morphed elf in a mock cowgirl accent.

The morphed elf took Katya by the sides of her abdomen, picked up the Pottsylvanian blonde that was a good 5 inches taller than her and carried her to the table. The elf sat Katya down on the table and then guided her upper body so that it rested gently on the dining table, pushing the plate to the side. The elf used her hands to take each of Katya’s ankles and held them up in the air. Katya’s legs made a V that intersected in her very exposed vagina.  The morphed elf used the magically created erection to fuck Katya like a bull with nothing to lose. The elf had incredible strength and unlimited stamina. The elf just plowed away, only pulling out once every 5 minutes to rest the erection just above Katya’s vagina and shoot sperm all over Katya’s lower abdomen. 

The fuck session lasted for about 30 minutes. Katya was able to speak a little; there may have even been a “stop” in there. The elf learned that Katya was a screamer when she had an orgasm. Once the fuck session was the elf as Maria sat down in a chair, covered in sweat. Katya was bow legged. She has had some good fucks, but no one with stamina like this. The sperm from the elf made pools on Katya’s body and some sperm found its way onto the table. 

The elf was now morphing into grandmother Sonya, but kept the erection. Once the elf felt it had given Katya enough rest, it walked back to where Katya was and flipped her over like a burger that needed to be cooked on its other side. Katya’s firm and smooth butt presented itself to the elf like a large fruit. 

“Don’t worry dear, grandma is going to give you some loving. Its better you do not see this.” said the morphed elf and finished with an evil laugh.