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The clang of steel meeting steel rang out across the field, the battle reaching a fever pitch. Robin was fighting with an enemy swordsman, one skilled enough that the fight was a challenge for the tactician. He wiped sweat from his brow with the back of his hand, then barely managed to block the foes thrust. In the second that followed he pierced the enemy through the chest, killing him. Robin took a moment to catch his breath, when he heard someone shout, "You idiot, behind you!" He turned to look, just in time to see a red-clad archer loosing his shot at Robin. Instead of the intended target, the arrow hit Tharja, trying to block her friend with her body. Robin stared in shock at his fallen ally, the lights fading from her eyes. Why is this happening? A drop of her blood fell into his coat pocket as he held her. Can't this be fixed? The world went dark, and Robin lost consciousness.

The sound of thunder woke Robin in the night. He wasn't scared or anything, but it was startling. He looked around, surprised to not find himself on the field of battle. He was in a tent, but it sure wasn't his. There weren't any books on strategy or chess sets, instead he saw alchemical work stations, and an alter on the other side of the room. Then he saw it: the long black hair that pervaded his periphery vision. He turned to try and look at it more, but as it moved he realized the hair was his. That made no sense at all. Robin's hair was white, it shouldn't be pitch black, not unless someone cursed it or something.

That thought got his attention. Curses? Why would he jump to that? Brushing the problem aside, he looked down, and quickly realized the problem. There were large breasts hanging from his chest, contained in a piece of lavender lingerie that covered his thin, female body in fine silk. It barely took him a moment to put it together: he was Tharja. Or at least, he had her body. He patted his crotch a little, confirming he'd really been changed from head to toe. He was a woman now.

And not a bad looking woman, either. She'd never really noticed when she was a man, but Tharja was pretty attractive. Maybe she didn't notice because Tharja was always acting strange, wanting to curse people and stuff. She pondered that: why had she been so bothered by that? She had just wanted to test out some curses, for curiosity's sake. She hadn't meant them actual harm...mostly. The thought brought a smile to her face.

She sat up a little, using the vantage point to look over her changed body. Robin wasn't attracted to her new form, but she was proud of it. Sure, she wasn't exactly the bustiest girl in the camp, but maybe a few curses could change that. Was that weird? Shouldn't she be appalled at the idea of hexing her friends? She smirked; the idea was ridiculous. Her curses were just a little fun, and if they happened to leave her the sexiest girl in the camp, who would care?

It was just then that Robin noticed the sound of snoring next to her, and she look to her right with a death glare at whoever interrupted her thinking. Next to her lay Libra, shirtless and nearly naked. The sight made her cheeks blush. Okay, Robin had to give Tharja credit, she'd chosen a very hot guy for a husband. He might have an effeminate face, but that ripped chest...mmm. Tasty. Robin decided it was time to face this question: was she really Robin anymore?

She remembered being Robin, living out life like that, as a tactician. But now as she thought about it, she couldn't help thinking how naive she had been. Why use a sword and some dinky spells when she could be a true mage? Use real magic? Plus, the idea of cursing all those who annoyed her sounded right. That was that then. She might have been Robin before, but now she was Tharja, Dark Mage and Curser of Losers.

Tharja smirked to herself at that. Her life was finally going to get interesting. She had a hunk of a husband, the perfect test subject for a daughter, and a whole camp of guinea pigs...friends! She meant friends. Totally. She heard another sound and saw Libra open his eyes and look at her, his face blushing despite the fact they'd been married for several months now. "Oh, Tharja. I didn't think you'd be up. What's on your mind, dear?"

Almost before he'd finished talking, Tharja grabbed him by the neck and started kissing him, hard. He put up a moment of fake resistance, but caved in. Of course he did. He was her little boy scout, and it was time he earned some more badges. She moved her head up to his ear and whispered as sexily as she could, "Honey, I think it's time for you to fuck your wife."

THE END...OR IS IT?

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The clang of steel meeting steel rang out across the field, the battle reaching a fever pitch. Robin was fighting with an enemy swordsman, one skilled enough that the fight was a challenge for the tactician. He wiped sweat from his brow with the back of his hand, then barely managed to block the foes thrust. In the second that followed he pierced the enemy through the chest, killing him. Robin took a moment to catch his breath, when he heard someone shout, "You idiot, behind you!" He turned to look, just in time to see a red-clad archer loosing his shot at Robin. Instead of the intended target, the arrow hit Tharja, trying to block her friend with her body. Robin stared in shock at his fallen ally, the lights fading from her eyes. Why is this happening? A drop of her blood fell into his coat pocket as he held her. Can't this be fixed? The world went dark, and Robin lost consciousness.

The sound of thunder woke Robin in the night. He wasn't scared or anything, but it was startling. He looked around, surprised to not find himself on the field of battle. He was in a tent, but it sure wasn't his. There weren't any books on strategy or chess sets, instead he saw alchemical work stations, and an alter on the other side of the room. Then he saw it: the long black hair that pervaded his periphery vision. He turned to try and look at it more, but as it moved he realized the hair was his. That made no sense at all. Robin's hair was white, it shouldn't be pitch black, not unless someone cursed it or something.

That thought got his attention. Curses? Why would he jump to that? Brushing the problem aside, he looked down, and quickly realized the problem. There were large breasts hanging from his chest, contained in a piece of lavender lingerie that covered his thin, female body in fine silk. It barely took him a moment to put it together: he was Tharja. Or at least, he had her body. He patted his crotch a little, confirming he'd really been changed from head to toe. He was a woman now.

And not a bad looking woman, either. She'd never really noticed when she was a man, but Tharja was pretty attractive. Maybe she didn't notice because Tharja was always acting strange, wanting to curse people and stuff. She pondered that: why had she been so bothered by that? She had just wanted to test out some curses, for curiosity's sake. She hadn't meant them actual harm...mostly. The thought brought a smile to her face.

She sat up a little, using the vantage point to look over her changed body. Robin wasn't attracted to her new form, but she was proud of it. Sure, she wasn't exactly the bustiest girl in the camp, but maybe a few curses could change that. Was that weird? Shouldn't she be appalled at the idea of hexing her friends? She smirked; the idea was ridiculous. Her curses were just a little fun, and if they happened to leave her the sexiest girl in the camp, who would care?

It was just then that Robin noticed the sound of snoring next to her, and she look to her right with a death glare at whoever interrupted her thinking. Next to her lay Libra, shirtless and nearly naked. The sight made her cheeks blush. Okay, Robin had to give Tharja credit, she'd chosen a very hot guy for a husband. He might have an effeminate face, but that ripped chest...mmm. Tasty. Robin decided it was time to face this question: was she really Robin anymore?

She remembered being Robin, living out life like that, as a tactician. But now as she thought about it, she couldn't help thinking how naive she had been. Why use a sword and some dinky spells when she could be a true mage? Use real magic? Plus, the idea of cursing all those who annoyed her sounded right. That was that then. She might have been Robin before, but now she was Tharja, Dark Mage and Curser of Losers.

Tharja smirked to herself at that. Her life was finally going to get interesting. She had a hunk of a husband, the perfect test subject for a daughter, and a whole camp of guinea pigs...friends! She meant friends. Totally. She heard another sound and saw Libra open his eyes and look at her, his face blushing despite the fact they'd been married for several months now. "Oh, Tharja. I didn't think you'd be up. What's on your mind, dear?"

Almost before he'd finished talking, Tharja grabbed him by the neck and started kissing him, hard. He put up a moment of fake resistance, but caved in. Of course he did. He was her little boy scout, and it was time he earned some more badges. She moved her head up to his ear and whispered as sexily as she could, "Honey, I think it's time for you to fuck your wife."

THE END...OR IS IT?