Sharp Wit (NC-17)

I tried to whimper as I laid out on the table, but the round gemstone gag shoved tight into my maw made that impossible. My legs were bound together tightly, and my arms folded up so my hands were on my shoulders. Behind me, I could hear the sound of my father’s forge hammer pounding away. Warping my lower limbs little by little with every impact. I couldn’t feel pain. Not after being turned into living noctosteel.

The chains had disappeared long ago, and the seams between my limbs vanished with them, shaped and fused together in various ways. Gone were the hooves I once bore, now a single sharpened tip. My legs and body had become a single wide blade, all the way to my shoulders, though he’d removed my cock and used it as the screw for the pommelstone that gagged me.

Admittedly, the occasional heat bath in the furnace made for a nice change, though being quenched after every shaping session was always a shock. He’d pounded out a visor over my eyes earlier, so I couldn’t exactly glare at him when he did it.

Dad’s hammer grew closer to my neck, and I felt it slowly lengthening that part of me. Each impact shaking my very core, but in such a strangely pleasurable way.

Before long, my neck had been properly rounded out as I watched on in one of the mirror walls. Small grip sections had been pinched up, and my horns were connected to the flat collar I’d been wearing. Turned out it was a guardm with an additional shielding piece brought in along my former horns, forming a full hand guard in the process.

All I could see was where my unmoving head pointed, through the slits of the visor that made me look like a knight’s head for the pommel piece. But I could see enough.

Without a word, my massive Charizard father picked up my much smaller self to examine, before placing me into the reinforcing cryochamber. I had a couple of days of freezing air and pitch blackness to look forward to, at least until the gemstone-set casings were ready to be melded on me.

And all this, because I said my wit was sharper than his…

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