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The Haunted Manor - Cora the Warrior
🕑 Added 2025-09-03 17:00:29 +0000 UTCHey folks - hope all is going well out there!
Writing's been rolling along decently, so I've got nothing to whine about here. Let's just cut straight to the story! Enjoy the last part of The Haunted Manor!
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Crack!
Rgh. Not a dent.
Wham!
Nothing here either.
Crash!
Argh! What were these doors made of? Damnit, how was a girl supposed to get out of here?!
Slam!
Cora kicked at another door, and grumbled as her armoured foot just bounced off the aged wood. Her warrior honed muscles should have easily been able to smash its way through, but whoever had made this house had done a surprisingly solid job. She was starting to wonder if she’d ever find a way back to the rest of her party at all.
The redhead had been trapped back here in this maze of corridors ever since she’d accidentally activated the secret passage in the entrance hall – a secret passage that had fastidiously refused to allow her to go back the way she’d come. Ugh, why did this kind of thing always happen to her? Zoey was never going to let her hear the end of this one…
Well, if she was ever going to enjoy her sister’s mockery, first she was going to have to find a way out of these halls. But all of the doors were made of iron or something, and all of the corridors looked the same! Just kind of sinister lighting and spiderwebs over narrow passages, there wasn’t any…
… Oh? Now what was this?
Turning a corner, Cora drew to a stop. In front of her was something different. A pair of double doors that looked much, much grander than the others, with dark engravings of laughing demons carved into them. They even had little succubi gargoyles over the top corners. Someone wanted this place to stand out.
It looked important, but, once again, when the warrior tried the handles, they remained firmly locked. Hm.
She considered her options. Well, she could go back to wandering around, maybe forever, probably starve to death, then become a ghost and make this manor really haunted, if it wasn’t already… Or, she could invest everything she had into making her way through this important looking door, hoping that whatever was on the other side would help her in some fashion.
Cora knew which one she was picking.
“Raaaah!” Channelling all of her power into her muscles, the redhead let out mighty roar,
and charged at the doors, shoulder first, her head and fists not far behind. It was an extreme technique, one that dedicated all of her considerable strength into this one, single attack, abandoning all kinds of defence and grace – but Cora rightfully judged that she didn’t really need either of those against an inanimate object.
Bam!
The doors tried to resist, but against the full might of a desperate Warrior, they could no better hold out than a candle flame could against the sea. With a wrenching of their hinges and a shattering of the lock, the barrier fell, and Cora stumbled into the room beyond.
“Oh.” She blinked, looking around as she tried to clear her head. “Huh. Fancy.”
It was a bedroom. A big, expensive bedroom, with a proper queen-sized bed, dressed up in black satin sheets, lit by burning purple torches. It had a big sinister air to it, but, you know, in a homey kind of way. And considering the decrepit state of the rest of the manor, it looked really inviting just by default.
Well, it would have been more inviting if there had been any food around waiting for her, but that was just her stomach talking. Obviously, what she actually needed was, like, an exit, or maybe some kind of clue as to what the heck was going on in this house…
There was a quiet pop – a sound Cora recognised from all her time in a party with Celestia. Something had just teleported in. Something small. She glanced around – and then blinked.
There, sitting on the dresser in the middle of the room, was her sister’s anti-magic ring.
Cora knew it well. Zoey had been delighted with the little magical artefact, and had made sure to show it off plenty of times. It was one of the other warrior’s most treasured possessions. There was no way she’d ever part with it willingly.
Frowning, the redhead snatched it up, looking it over. No clues on what had happened to it, or its owner, but she slid it on to her finger, just in case. She could return it when she found her sister…
But now she was worried. Her eyes darted around, looking for anything else she could use. The room was pretty, but it was just someone’s bedroom. What could she… Aha!
The warrior strode across to the far wall and pulled open a door there. It looked like a closet, but underneath the crack she’d seen a sinister purple light leaking through – and inside, there it was. A glowing purple orb, literally crackling with power. She could feel the mana radiating from it.
Now, Cora wasn’t a mage. She wasn’t as knowledgeable as Celestia, as experienced as Gloria, or as witty as Zoey. She knew this. But she was still pretty sure she knew a power source when she saw it. And whoever was screwing around in this manor would probably be mad if she messed with it.
Well, time to see how mad, then! Grinning, she reached out, and grabbed the glowing orb.
It occurred to her that doing so might actually be stupid dangerous a moment later, but by then it was kind of too late. Magic shocked through her, seizing her hand and locking it in place. Purple lightning cracked around her, zapping the carpets and wall fixtures with thunderous power. A sizzling heat washed over her, filling her lungs and making it hard to breathe. A presence, eldritch and dark, pushed against her mind, trying to take control, trying to bend her to its will.
She should have been screwed. But while she wasn’t knowledgeable, experienced, or cunning, Cora had one trait that beat them all.
She was lucky.
The ring she’d just slipped onto her finger began to glow, a blinding white radiance soon shining from it as it tried to protect its wielder from the storm of magics she’d unleashed upon herself. It was a task that it couldn’t succeed at. There was entirely too much power in the equation. But it could offer a defence, no matter how small, a foothold to stand against the storm.
And Cora could use that foothold to fight back.
Narrowing her eyes, the redhead drew on all her willpower to push the malignant influence away. It was a constant struggle, a desperate fight to keep her head above water, even as the darkness of this artefact tried to overwhelm her – but it was one she was prepared for. Zoey had always said she was stupidly stubborn. Time to show this orb just how stupid she could be!
The battle seemed to last an eternity. There was no space in her head for her to keep track of time, everything she had was dedicated to the battle. The vile miasma of black magic kept flowing, looking to seep into her soul – and in return, she kept pushing it back, forcing her own willpower to push through, to turn things around. It was difficult. It was painful. It was exhausting.
But one thing kept her going: she was winning. Somehow, she was taking control, not being controlled. Somehow, the dark tide was breaking against her, driven by the light of her ring and the stubbornness of her soul. She could do this! She could break this hold, and destroy whatever magic was powering this place! All she needed was a little more time…
So, naturally, that was when someone else burst into the room.
“What the hell do you think you’re doing?!”
Uh oh. Cora didn’t recognise the woman who slammed her way in through the wrecked double doors, but she didn’t really need to. A purple skinned succubus, complete with horns, wings, and talons? It was pretty obvious this lady was bad news – and probably the owner of this bedroom, as well. Judging by the look of her, she’d be bad news to encounter even if the warrior wasn’t stuck to this stupid magic football. Without the use of her hands, this, um, this was bad.
Maybe she could distract her with words? She’d seen Gloria do that kind of thing enough times. How hard could it be?
“Uh, be with you in a minute! Just… doing a thing over here…!”
Ah. That had not worked. Actually, the succubus lady looked even angrier now, somehow.
“You little pest,” the demon snarled, black magic gathering between her palms. “Breaking into my chambers and trying to steal the source of my power? You think you can get away with that?”
That looked like a very unpleasant spell she was casting there. “W-would it help if I said I didn’t mean to?”
The purple woman’s eyes narrowed. “No. In fact…” She raised her hands. “Just for that, I’m turning you into an even dumber cow than your mage friend!”
Than her wha-? Gah!
Cora braced. There was no way she could dodge, no way she could block. All she could do was prepare to be hit, and hope she could endure whatever this spell was supposed to do to her.
She gasped as she felt it strike – black fire rushing over her skin. But her sister’s ring flared, a brighter white than ever before – and the redhead felt it try to shield her once again. It couldn’t manage – not with the onslaught of the orb to deal with as well – but it managed to blunt a lot of the magic.
Still, heat blossomed in her chest, in her hips, a rolling wave of warmth rushing up and down her body. She felt it tingle in her scalp, in her fingertips, in her toes, but it failed to find purchase. Soon, the weakened spell just burnt out – everywhere except where it had been concentrated the most.
The warrior squeaked as her top stretched, and then burst open, allowing the expanding orbs within to bounce freely in the air, and then squawked as her pants split down the seam, pulled apart by her expanding ass. Her curves were growing, swelling at an incredible rate. In a matter of moments, her tits were thrusting out proudly in front of her, both bigger than her head, while her behind was shoved out behind like a rounded shelf.
And… That was it? Bigger boobs and a fatter ass? Wow, Cora had figured this lady would be lewd, cus, y’know, succubus and all, but this was kind of pathetic. If that was all she could do, then she didn’t need to worry about her at all!
Honestly, she felt stronger than ever, her boosted morale giving her a firm push in her battle for dominance with the orb. She could feel herself winning out over influence – see the dark purple light inside it swirling with a brighter colour…
But the succubus wasn’t done. She stared at the ‘enhanced’ warrior with furious eyes as she realised her spell hadn’t finished the job. And they soon spotted the problem.
“Ah, you found that accursed ring, did you?” she growled. “I see. Well, I delt with the last woman wearing it – I’ll deal with you too.”
Wait- Zoey? Did she mean Zoey? What had this bitch done with her sister?!
The succubus’s glare was turning into a smirk. “I can already see that ring is struggling to protect you from the power of the heart of the manor…” The heart of the manor? Was that what this orb was? “So it cannot protect you forever. It’s simply a matter of overwhelming you from both sides. And in that case…” She started calling up another spell, her hands glowing with pink light. “… I’ll just keep-Oof!”
Whatever it was that she’d ‘just keep’ would, fortunately, be a mystery, as another figure suddenly charged in through the bedroom door behind her, and tackled the demon to the ground.
Cora’s eyes widened. The figure was different in almost every way to the woman she remembered – outfit, style, curves, light above, but there was no way she wasn’t recognising that face. “Zoey!”
“Keep going, Cora!” The warrior’s sister yelled as she grappled with the succubus. “Whatever you’re doing to that thing is working!”
“What is this?” The demon struggled. “Get off me!”
Zoey just snorted. “Like hell.”
That seemed to surprise the evil creature more than anything. “What? How dare you! You’re supposed to obey me!”
“I obey ‘the mistress of the manor’, idiot. And right now, it’s my sister who’s got her hand on the manor’s heart! She’s in charge – not you. Girls! Help me stop this bitch, don’t let her-Gah!”
The demoness wasn’t about to let her ruin her plans freely. With a roar, she spread her wings, a burst of magic blasting out through her in an uncontrolled frenzy. And unfortunately, Zoey no longer had her anti-magic ring to protect her. She was picked up and hurled across the room, hitting the far wall with a crash, before slumping down to the floor, stunned at bare minimum.
“Sis!” Cora desperately wanted to run to her side and make sure she was okay, but she couldn’t. She was still stuck to the orb – and if she wanted to do what Zoey said, she couldn’t let herself get distracted. Not even by these huge melons on her chest. Swallowing, the redhead closed her eyes, and focused on claiming dominance over this thing – the heart of the manor.
She was making progress, she could tell. It was giving way, submitting to her will, but it was slow. And with her sister out of the picture, she knew she didn’t have enough time to finish before the succubus finished her.
But help comes in all forms.
“Get off me! Get off me, you stupid cow!”
“Moooo!”
Celestia…? Cora opened her eyes, and her jaw dropped.
Okay, if the changes to Zoey were shocking, then the redhead didn’t know how to describe what had happened to the party mage. The dark-haired caster’s tits were bigger than her head – no, bigger than that sounded – and seemed to be literally dripping with milk. She could tell, because the normally prideful woman was absolutely stark naked, aside from a collar around her neck. And that wasn’t even getting into the horns and the tail…
What had happened while she was lost?
Maybe she shouldn’t focus on those things. Instead, she could focus on what Celestia was doing – which was giving the succubus a big, smothering hug as the other woman tried to focus on casting. It was a surprisingly effective technique – especially as her milk squirted out into the demon’s spell. There was an odd reaction, a flash of blue light that Cora had only seen in magic duels where one mage corrupted another’s spell just before it cast – and then the blue light was shooting straight for her.
The ring flashed white again, but it was starting to flicker. There was only so much it could withstand.
Another wave of warmth washed through Cora – this one starting in her chest and rising up into her head. But unlike the last spell, no physical changes followed. Instead, it felt like something was sliding around in her brain, a shifting feeling like something was moving around inside her thoughts.
Her eyes crossed for a second, a dizzy feeling washing over her, and then…
Wow, when did Celestia get so hot?
The thought just popped into her mind, as if from nowhere. And it wasn’t alone.
Look at those tits. Look at those eyes. Look at that dumb slut, just begging for someone to take her and tell her what to do.
The redhead found herself breathing hard, possessed by a sudden urge to- to dominate! She wanted to just take that stupid cow and give those teats a proper squeeze, break that bitch into her subby, milky pet…
And she couldn’t think of a single thing wrong with that.
“Stupid cow! You inverted my submission spell…” The succubus snarled as she finally broke free of Celestia’s grip. She pressed a finger to the former mage’s brow, the tip flashing with yellow light. Instantly, the cow dropped to the floor, snoring as her head rested between her breasts. “You just sleep this all off while I fix this.”
Then the demon finally turned back to Cora – and her eyes widened as she was just in time to see the orb rumble, its colour starting to shift fully from burning purple to dark blue, with the former colour draining from more and more of the orb’s surface. It was starting to happen – the warrior had almost fully seized control of the heart!
“You- Fine!” Burning pink flames ignited around the succubus’ hands. “Fine, if you want the house so badly, have it! I’ll just make sure you’re too stupid to know what to do with it!”
Oh, that sounded bad. And Cora had no doubt she could do it, having seen what had become of Celestia. If this demon could turn such a smart mage into a nearly mindless cow, then it wasn’t hard to assume she could do worse to a simple warrior. But she still couldn’t move, her hand locked onto the orb. Desperately she tried to urge the blue to overtake purple faster, but it was still so slow…
“Like, hey, don’t forget about me~!”
What?
Okay. Cora had seen her warrior sister show up as a strict looking school-marm, sure. And Celestia as a naked cow, fine. But this woman… Who was she? She sounded like Gloria, but Gloria wasn’t a blonde bimbo, and this woman couldn’t have been described as anything else!
She’d love to see that slut on her knees, with her tongue between-
Not the time for that! Focus!
‘Gloria’ had wrapped herself around the succubus too – but unlike Zoey and Celestia, she wasn’t trying to restrain the other woman. Her grip was a lot more… sensual. Her chest was pushed into the demon’s back, her arms wrapped around her front and gently stroking her skin.
“You’re, like, soooo stressed. You gotta relax! You’ll totally get wrinkles, babe.” The bimbo giggled, leaning forward and nibbling against the demon’s pointed ear. “Don’t worry. I know how to make you feel reaaaal good~”
Interestingly, she seemed to be having quite the effect.
“Sss-stop that…” The purple skinned woman moaned, gritting her teeth, her wings twitching and flexing, but failing to throw ‘Gloria’ off. “I need to- I need-Ooohhh…!”
She trailed off completely as the blonde started tweaking her nipples, only just barely managing to throw out her spell before collapsing into the other woman’s arms with a squeal. Who knew succubi were so vulnerable to pleasure? How interesting.
The ring flickered, white light flashing – and then cracked, falling off her finger in two parts, its power spent. But it had done the job. The orb was far too weak to fight back against her now – and with the bimbo’s help, the last spell was far too unfocused to do what its caster wanted.
Oh, sure, it blew almost all of her clothes off, leaving her in her mostly shredded underwear, and she felt a click in her head that was probably responsible for not minding the change – that armour was so stifling. She preferred clothing that could show off the skin, didn’t she? – but it didn’t stop her. At this point, nothing would.
Growling, Cora focused everything she had on the heart of the manor. Zoey had said this was the key, and she was going to trust her sister. If she could do this, maybe everything would be okay.
The purple put up one last gasp of a fight, but it fizzled quickly. Underneath her hand, the orb turned fully blue.
There was a rush of wind through the building. The redhead’s eyes widened as, with her claim over the building complete, the knowledge of the manor flowed into her brain. Suddenly, she understood exactly what had happened – both to her teammates, and to herself. And she knew exactly who was responsible.
“Damn you…” The former Mistress of the manor croaked, slipping from Gloria’s grip to her knees on the floor. “Wretched mortals… Just you wait… I’ll… I’ll have… my… re…”
She collapsed to the floor with a sigh, overwhelmed by her sudden loss of power as her connection to the orb – to the Heart of the Manor – was severed.
Cora didn’t so much as flinch. With the power and knowledge she had now, there was nothing to fear from a depowered demon. She had far, far more interesting things to think about.
“You did it!”
And a sister to celebrate her victory with! Grinning, a recovered Zoey rushed over to her, the siblings embracing, and laughing at how difficult their new curves made the process.
“Oh wow, they really do get in the way, huh?”
“I dunno, I think I’m getting used to them.” The two smiled at one another, before looking at the rest of their party. “So, what now?”
“Well, these changes aren’t so bad.” Cora reached out to pet the cow-ified Celestia’s head, grinning at the pleased moo she got in response. “Actually, I think they might be an improvement.”
“I agree.” Zoey nodded, the corrupted sisters sharing an evil chuckle as she stroked a finger under the bimbofied Gloria’s chin, inspecting her predecessor’s handiwork. “I hate to admit it, but I can’t bring myself to want to turn them back. In fact, I think your boobs could stand to be a little bigger, Gigi. We’ll sort that out later.”
The blonde former rogue nodded happily. “Like, whatever you say, teach!”
“Good girl~”
“Well, if you insist on making more bimbos, I think we can keep the manor running… Maybe fix it up a little, make it nicer to live in. And you know, I think there’s a few lessons you can teach the former owner.” Cora grinned down at the unconscious succubus. “Just make sure to hold nothing back. She seems like a slow student.”
Zoey matched her smile. “Well she will be once I’m done with her~”
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The Mistress of the Manor sighed happily as she stepped through the gate and back onto the grounds of her property, fresh from finally tying up the last piece of business at the Guild of Adventurers. Who knew that retiring an entire party could be so much busy work? But it was for the best. They were all in much happier positions now.
The manor was looking much happier too, for that matter. It had been a few very busy months, but they had finally gotten it to the point where it looked not just liveable, but luxurious. The broken windows and rotten boards were mended and replaced. The overgrown garden had been cleared out, mowed, and properly tended. The carpets had been replaced, the walls repapered, and the spiders shooed out to new homes. No longer was it an obviously haunted shack – now, it was a proper stately home.
Really, the tricky part had been helping all of the actual ghosts move on. There had been quite a few of them, and every single one had unfinished business to tend to. But you’d be surprised how resourceful one could get when you had access to so many neat magical artefacts and eldritch knowledge.
Now, the Manor was properly lived in – not just by its Mistress and her friends/pets, but by a full staff! Oh yeah, things had really started looking up for the place ever since the last owner had been dealt with.
Cora smiled at the memory, brushing her hair back over her shoulder before she began making her way up the white gravel path. She’d been growing it longer lately, feeling that it fit the image of the noble she’d become better. Her wardrobe had shifted too, looking to match those tastes. Why, even the long blue dress she was wearing now was silk, low cut up top and sliced to practically her hip below, showing off as much of her incredible figure as it was able without falling off. It just felt right these days.
She took the indirect route towards the house, wanting to enjoy the sunlight for a while before she went inside – which meant a pleasant walk through the gardens, passing through the trellis and through the hedge wall around this part of the property. They really were so much nicer now that they were being properly maintained. So much greenery and space to graze in. That was important. After all, where else were they supposed to keep Celestia and the rest of her herd now?
There they were now, in fact. Cora nodded to herself as her eyes swept across the green pastures, identifying a good dozen or so bovine babes, all with massive chests, ready to be milked. They were all dotted around the gardens, lazing and enjoying the pleasant weather. It didn’t take much to keep such simple minds happy.
As it had turned out there were quite a few people who wanted to be cows – or, at least, there were plenty of people who stuck their noses into business that wasn’t theirs, and that was close enough. Celestia was still capable of casting a certain kind of magic, when properly motivated. She’d created some pretty powerful spells that way~
The Mistress picked her out easily, snoozing on her back, some other cute cows snuggling next to her, occasionally sucking at her teats. She was pretty popular in the herd for that kind of thing. That was fine - milking time was a few hours away, and she was hardly going to run empty. No, Celestia’s milk was the most potent still – in fact, they had to be pretty careful with it, lest it turn whoever drank it into a cow as well – but all of them were fine milkers. Their dairy was turning quite a profit!
Satisfied, Cora left the cows to bask in the sun, and headed off towards the house once more. Stepping inside, she was surprised to find someone rushing towards her from down the hall.
“Hey! Uh, like… Um… Hey, do you know, like, how to get out of here, and y’know, stuff?”
The redhead raised an eyebrow. The woman in front of her was… interesting. She had long black hair, but said hair had long streaks of blonde running through it… And she was, for some reason, wearing a blouse that looked entirely too tight around the chest. In fact, as Cora watched, a button popped clean off the front, allowing her girls to breathe a little easier.
There was a certain glaze to her eyes – one eye brown and the other a thoughtless blue, the redhead noticed – as she tried to continue. “I was, like… uh… I had to, like…”
“Detective Mathews, there you are!” Suddenly, another voice, this one familiar. Zoey appeared from down the hall, dressed, as ever, in her teacher outfit, quickly walking over and sliding an arm around the odd woman’s shoulders. “I was wondering where you’d run off to.”
The black-haired blonde frowned. “Like, was I running…?”
“Not at all, dear.” Zoey patted the woman’s back, before looking to Cora. “I was just having her write down all of her questions in one of our special pink notebooks,” she explained with a wink. “She was doing very well! Come on now, Detective, let’s get you back – you need to finish your investigation, hm? Don’t want you leaving any of those pesky thoughts of yours in that head where you might forget them, do you?”
“Uh… I guess not…?” ‘Detective Mathews’ didn’t resist as she was steered away, turned back down the corridor she’d come from.
“One for the bordello, I think, sis!” Cora called after them, grinning.
“A fine choice, Mistress!” Her sister nodded back to her, before guiding the soon-to-be bimbo out of sight.
Of course, there were always more bimbos. Bimbo maids were all around inside the house, doing a fine job of taking care of the manor. They may have been dim little sex maniacs, but they sure did know how to clean!
“Have a feast prepared for tonight,” Cora told one in passing as she began to climb the central stairs – a blonde with incredible tits, Zoey had done an amazing job with her – “I want to celebrate our retirement with everyone!”
“Oui madame.” The maid curtsied, giving her Mistress a verry fine view down her top. She’d been trained so well.
“Hey Mistress!” Gloria waved as she descended the stairs going the other way, flanked by a small crew of fellow bimbo whores. “We’re heading down to the docks for the night – don’t wait up!”
“Not so fast.” The redhead slid in front of them. “We’re having a feast tonight. I want everyone to attend. You can head to the docks tomorrow.”
“Awwwh.” The bimbo whore pouted. “… Can we go to the inn in town then?”
“So long as you’re back by six.”
“Yay!” Gloria cheered, practically skipping away. “Come on, girls, we got money to make!”
They did make a ton of money, true. More than any of them could count – okay, but that was a pretty low bar. Still, more than enough for all of them to live comfortably for the rest of their days.
And speaking of comfortable…
Cora continued up the stairs, walking confidently through the halls, until she reached her destination, the finest room in the house: Her bedroom. There, she opened the door, and was greeted by the finest display of opulence she’d ever known. Silk sheets spread over a bed big enough for thirty. Ornate furniture fit for a king. Plush carpets. Fancy wallpaper. A magnificent view out of the grand windows that took up an entire wall of this upper section of the manor. And, most of all…
“Mistress~!” A naked, purple skinned bimbo knelt at the foot of her bed, looking up at her adoringly. “Like, how do you wanna play today?”
Cora grinned at her. She had the biggest boobs in the manor, and by far the smallest brains. Zoey had spent weeks teaching her everything about how to be the dumbest slut she could possibly be, and this was the result. A walking sex toy with no thought in her head at all, save for how to please her owner.
Who had she been before? Where had she come from? Where had all of her sinister powers come from? Who knew! Certainly not her. She didn’t even remember her own name, whatever it had been. She as just the Mistress’s toy, now, and that fact delighted her no end.
“Get me warmed up, and then let’s see where the day takes us,” said Mistress answered, stripping out of her clothes and laying back on the bed, legs spread. “We’ve got plenty of time before dinner~”
And as the demon bimbo leaned in, her long tongue already stretching from her mouth, Cora couldn’t help but smile.
This was the life. A big house, with a lot of food on the table and servants to maintain it all... And a ton of sexy bimbos to see to her every need. Who could ask for more?
Not Cora. As Mistress of the Manor, she had it all – and she was perfectly happy to keep everything just as it was, for the rest of her days~
