There was good news and bad news. He decided to start with the good news he had first. Jack wasn’t a leech anymore. No, his body was quite solid. He could even call himself a whole new species. Like the option suggested he had four arms now through they were attached to only two shoulders. It was a lot like Asura from Asura’s Wrath. Only more bug like. He had a spine which was great for having things like posture. His tail was even sort of cool. It had a point to it for stabbing and that same point was formed from a bunch of rigid tentacles. He could relax them if he wanted and then the end of his tail became rather mouth like.

On to the bad news. He was stuck in a hole and couldn’t get out. His arms weren’t the only problem. Yea they were stuck but given enough time, he could flex his way out of the hole. No problem there. The real problem was waiting. Jack was starving in ways he couldn’t explain. His stomach was an empty chasm and food was just above him.

Another option was to sink further in the chasm. It seemed to open wider the further down it went. The problem with that option was getting back up. If there was no exit down there then he would have to shimmy his way up the hole.

That was his situation in a nut shell. So, he decided to do what he always did. He fell.

Gravity was happy to claim him once more and the chasm was slick with something. It smelled horrible and the further down he went the worse it smelled. Jack had a feeling, he knew what it was but hoped he was wrong. All it took was a single misstep and he was freefalling. His head slammed against one side of the cliff and his vision went hazy. When he fell to a splat, he thought his insides might be outsides.

Not so lucky it seemed, he had given it his all to do something stupid, but the world didn’t want a free lunch this time. He was covered in the whitest purest form of bird shit. The acrid scent burned his nose and made him gag. He got up out of the pile of shit and made his way over to an open pool. Did it lead out of the cave? Maybe he couldn’t know until he tried it. Was he going to use it to clean the bird shit off his body? Most definitely he wasn’t going to stand covered in shit much longer.

Jack leapt in the open pound and the cold water nearly froze him to the bone. After a few seconds he grew used to it and started swimming down. His gills still worked fine and having three eyes made focusing on things much easier. Swimming was never more fun than when he could use a familiar form. There were fish all around him swimming about eating each other some merely resting while others seemed to form gangs. His state of passive observation didn’t last much longer after that.

He zeroed in on the largest fish he could find and struck it with his tail. The fish opened its eyes in surprise, but Jack’s stealth and ambush hadn’t failed him yet. Then something amazing happened a sense of euphoria spread through his body as his tail pulled in its first load of fish soup. The fish started to fall in on itself as Jack’s tail made short work of it. His high dexterity and high acid lv made for a destructive combination. When he finished the fish was nothing more than a pile of scales. Even the bones were turned to soup and absorbed.

The hunger pangs in his stomach soon stopped and he felt good. Jack swam further out into the deep moving at a sedate pace.

On the shore, he made his way back to the cliffs. If he wasn’t mistaken, he should be strong enough to take on the seagulls now. His body was practically brimming with power. Jack was now a four-foot-tall monster with four arms, a spear like tail, and hard armor-plated skin. When he poked at his ribcage it was a solid mass of bone. In some ways it was weirder than being a leech. Ok no it wasn’t.

Jack looked back to see his foot prints in the sand. The fact he had foot prints in the sand at all was a pleasant feeling to have. Now that he could enjoy life a bit. He wanted to build a log cabin or something. Anything that could be called his.

His eyes locked on a set of hoof prints in the sand. With nothing better to do he followed them. Piles of horse apples covered the ground as he followed the tracks. It was fun and that’s why he did it.

New quest

Find out who the tracks belong to.

Reward

+5CHA

Jack continued to stalk forward bent kneed. Sticks crunched under his steps irritating him and throwing off his progress. All around him, he was watched by the birds, squirrels, and rodents. His irritation made him sloppier forcing him to halt his progress. He took a breath and focused back on task. Small monkeys glowered down at him from high branches. Snakes filled to the brim with rats and squirrels lazily sunned while keeping an eye on him.

His tail stabbed down plunging into a snake mid strike. Acid poured out of his tail and dissolved the snake. Euphoria slacked his jaw as he enjoyed the sensations of feeding. When he finished, he scooped up the empty sack of scales and rolled them up. The animals around him looked terrified. He chuckled as he returned to his tracking.

An hour after his tracking began, he caught an acrid scent. Steam rose near one of the rare hoof prints. His tail moved this way and that the spear tip breaking up into tentacles to feel around the tracks. Balancing on his toes, he made his way forward as silently as possible. He quickly stepped passed some odd-looking trees to find a small cabin. It was like the one he wanted to build but better.

There wasn’t just one, there were dozens of them. They were built upon hills. The forest around here must have been cleared years ago and turned into farm and pasture land. Bails of hay were gathered and stockpiled. He saw something he hadn’t thought possible. A centaur galloped about eating her fill of hay and near the house there was a water purifier. He stepped from the tree line and approached slowly.

Quest complete

Find out who the tracks belong to

+5CHA

Jack was going to need a fuck ton of CHA if he wanted this encounter to be successful. He relaxed his spear. It turned into a mass of waving tentacles. Weird as that maybe it wasn’t threatening like a spear point. Feeling at his face he found no hideous teeth. His mouth didn’t feel human or like it had as a leech. It was a highly elastic orifice. He had a massive tongue that stretched about two feet from his body. It was long fleshy and fully under his control. Jack wasn’t even close to human anymore.

He had a horizontal slit for a nose and his head rounded like a human and bald. His skin was also charcoal black and covered in plates of chitin. He had a jaw, but it wasn’t human like he had no teeth. His tongue could taste the air for quite a distance around him. When his nose flared, he could feel sense the heat around him. Jack could go on and on about the strangeness of his form. To top everything off, Jack was comfortable in his skin. It felt like, he was right.

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With no real choice, he waved his hand. “Hello there nice to meet you.” Jack called out just loud enough to be heard. The centaur snapped in his direction and her breath hitched. “I know I’m ugly looking, but a hello would be nice. We can’t all be beautiful buxom blonde centaurs, can we?” Jack said. He was sure to keep all four hand up and open palmed, so they could clearly be seen.

It was her move now, he was curious to see how things would turn out. She approached him slowly and he saw a short sword on her waist where her horse and human half connected. Her ears were a little horse like, but she had great tits and a beautiful face. The woman covered herself modestly or maybe not it depended on the society. Her horse half had a coat over it and she even had a pair of panties over her neither regions. Where did she get the fabric? He couldn’t say but they looked hand made. Maybe centaurs are very flexible. How else could she take them off. Then again, the woman had some long arms.

When he caught her scent, he felt his blood pump faster and his member bulged to get out of its sheath. She raised an eyebrow at his attempts to cover himself with a knee. “My name is Milly my mother brood mare Mary controls the herds in this region. You are newly evolved. Do you wish to join the herd? Your friend there seems to.” If Jack could blush, he would be scarlet.

“Just because I’m attracted to you doesn’t mean I want to join or anything.” Jack muttered under his breath.

“Speak up I didn’t catch that. How freshly evolved are you?” Milly snickered. “Here is an easy question how many lifetimes did it take you to reach this stage. Come on no need to be embarrassed we all take time.” Milly said. The sounds of hoof beats caught his attention as two more centaurs galloped up.

“Milly wild carnivores are dangerous. He might be planning something.” A snobby voice accused.

“Planning to fuck my pussy maybe but I don’t have to worry about much else. He doesn’t want to see me dead, do you?” Milly asked. Jack huffed and glared at her. His dick was still fighting to free itself. It took everything he had to keep it in himself. If this wasn’t embarrassing enough the other two centaurs made everything worse.

“Why are you so vulgar?” Jack mumbled.

“It’s a centaur thing. Be wild and loud or be just another pretty face in the herd. That’s how things go.” The other female centaur said. “I’m Freya by the way. Not the norse queen but my original parents saw Thor and thought why not. I’m lucky my name wasn’t Renesme.” Jack nodded.

“My name is Jack and I’m on my fourth form. I’m a combat form that focuses on endurance and dexterity nice to meet you.” Jack said like a shut in.

“He is adorable, if I wasn’t used to Sam’s dick, I would try his out. Unfortunately, once you go minotaur you can’t feel anything smaller.” Freya said. The male centaur snorted.

“My name is Loki my parents were in love with the Thor movies as well and so I’ve been cursed to be a trickster’s namesake. There is an actual Loki Odinson somewhere in this world and I hope never to meet him. My dick is the only centaur dick that can satisfy Freya.” The red headed centaur said proudly. He was less ripped than Jack thought a centaur should be.

“Its nice to meet all of you. How do I become a member of your herd? I don’t have to get branded, do I?” Jack asked.

“No that’s more of an army type of deal. If you want to join the armed forces of Green Pastures, then you can. There are a few perks to go along with the gig. First off, we need to open up an application for citizenship. That is the first step.”

Milly has offered you citizenship

Fill out Application

Y/N

Jack sighed and hit yes. His information filled out a sheet and soon enough it was sent in. “Wow those are some sparse skills, but they are also really strong. Your acid resistance by itself is impressive. You must have evolved from something tiny. Well its filed and in less than two weeks you will be a citizen. I don’t see any reason for your application to be rejected. You’re a predator but most of your victims were birds and fish. The nomad Pelican tribe might be a little sore with use but oh well.” Milly said.

“Well I guess you can around here as long as you don’t bother me while I’m sleeping or practicing my swordsmanship.” Jack felt his stomach was about to hit his spine again and his dick needed relief.

“Are there any who I need to make sure not to hunt?” Jack asked.

“Well don’t hunt any horses, four legged fourth evolutions, or taurs in general. Deer, wolves, and any other animal is fair game here.” Loki said. Freya looked troubled and so did Milly.

Jack shrugged and noticed a new option. He had a mini map of the area. He wouldn’t have to worry about losing his way again. “So alright, I’m going to go hunt some deer or something. Why do you all look troubled?” Jack asked.

“We are friends with a great many of the animals. Some of the deer are my friends and we chat. Some are more than friends.” Milly said. Jack honestly got the message, but he didn’t really care.

“So, avoid the males got it.” Jack sighed. He wasn’t really that picky anyway. But he did need his dick wet. It didn’t feel right to kill the one he was going to fuck, and he wasn’t going to fuck a dude. The snake really didn’t whet his appetite. He was more in the mood for blood. The euphoric feeling of melting something and sucking it up with his tail wasn’t too thrilling right now.

The fact he was taking human lives with every kill still didn’t sink in. As he waited for the realization, it never occurred to him that it would never come. He rolled his shoulders and sighed before returning to the woods. His tail’s spear tip snapped back when he was out of view. Away from the centaurs, his thoughts began to clear. Was that centaur a honey trap?

Hunting quest #1

Hunt Deer 0/3

Reward

+3STR

Lust Quest #1

Satisfy by consent 0/1

Reward

+3CHA

He leapt upon the nearest tree and gripped it with his talon like feet. With little effort he scaled up one of the massive trees in the forest. It was strange. The trees were filled with all manner of animal and the occasional evolved monster. Squirrels sparking with electricity and birds covered in flames were some examples. They didn’t peak his interest, Jack wanted deer meat. Once high in the tree, he zoomed over branches form one massive tree to the next. He looked over the creatures below as he crossed the vast distance from tree top to tree top.

After a few minutes he spotted his prey. A large doe grazing near a pound. Jack saw red as he dropped down and crashed upon the doe like a ton of bricks. She crumpled to the ground and he stabbed the tip of his tail through the base of her neck. Blood gushed out and her legs kicked as she moved. Jack forced his way through her struggles and brought his mouth to her throat. He held her front hooves back snapping her legs without realizing it. His legs jammed into her knees while his top arms held her head steady as he fed.

Blood sweet and copper slid down his throat in a constant flow. He stood there overpowering his prey his chest against hers. Jack could feel her heart beating. His tongue slithered around her wound bathing in the blood. Too soon she ran out and like an empty can of cola he didn’t want her anymore. He looked down at the inanimate object. It no longer moved the soul was gone. He stabbed his tail and greedily sucked up the remains. Only the hide was left when he finished. He picked it up and stretched feeling stronger than ever.

He quickly rolled up the fur coat and tucked it under an arm. Once again, he repeated his action each time pouncing on his victim and draining her dry. It was a ritual in blood lust. Each one was no more capable of defending itself than the last. Their bones snapped under his immense strength. Their blood filled his stomach and their flesh did as well.

Jack lv2

AP:5

He spat a wad of blood and wrapped up the third roll of deer skin. Maybe he should take on a trade like a furrier. A nice deer skin cloak would be nice. He planned to learn magic eventually. Another thing his lust had kept him form asking. He needed to get his dick wet at the first opportunity. His ear twitched at the sound of slithering scales. His tail lashed out only to pause when he saw the snake in question.

“Hello there, I understand you want to eat me, and I don’t blame you. I’m full of blood and deer. I can’t think of better stuffing. But perhaps, I could stuff you in another way.” Jack said.

His eyes caught white scales and a dark-skinned complexion. Her head was more snake like than human complete with a dislocating jaw and perhaps cobra venom. She had a hood that fused from the top of her purple haired head to her shoulders. She had two arms and a very long snake half. Naga were sexy if dangerous creatures. Her snake eyes glared at him and he could she was debating things. His tail’s end was still at her throat ready to pierce her and fill her full of acid.

She nodded her head and his tail vanished from her throat. “I admit I’ve been rather hot lately, but I haven’t fancied a lover with so many hands. Nor a dangerous tail.”