AN: Another NSFW post, folks, and it looks like our MC is back in the dungeon for it, too. It's a lot more detailed than others, so here's to hoping someone out there feels disgusted for what I wrote. One other note, I do remember someone wanting the MC to be able to become various creatures, but not as an illusion. So, I figured I'd probably put in a chapter, or two, where he turns people into what he is. I mean, you can't expect him to NOT be able to do that, too, right?

Anyways, thank you for reading thus far. If you have any questions, comments, or concerns, let me know down below, and if you have a suggestion of what you'd like to see him turn people into, I'm all ears.

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You seem confused about what a 'Guinea Pig' is, so allow me to iterate. Guinea pigs are small rodents, to be honest, but when someone needs a 'guinea pig', they are usually referring to the need of a subject for another's experiments. Therefore, this horse tribe's elder will become a 'Guinea Pig'.

Speaking of experiments, a few of the humans that were going to be transferred to a mine or quarry, had been settled into the dungeon area. This occurred a little after the children broke their fast of the day, and were currently being children. However, as I was to make my way to the dungeon, I found myself with a pair of kobold children who refused to leave my side. Both were male, by the by, and extremely shy around all others except for themselves and my kobold self.

The first male that clung to my right leg, was called 'Igne Comas', or 'Hair of flame'. Indeed, even its own fur looked much like that of a red-orange flame. From his clawed feet, to his waist was naught, but an earth brown. All other parts of his body was an array of reds and oranges. Even his eyes were the colour of flames, but one eye was a red flame, whilst the other was orange.

The other was a dark furred kobold, with a pair of glowing, green eyes. His eyes, when one looked closely, were a solid sea of sparkling emeralds, much like Puella's, except he didn't have any pupils. What is more, the tips of his growing hair, tail, nose, and claws were also of the same emerald green. However, they seem to cause people a bit of lingering pain when he scratches a person's skin. He is called 'Puer Veneni', or 'Child of Poison'.

As to why they had attached themselves to my person so strongly, was because of their pack mentality. Kobolds, in general, are a nomadic tribe of dog-men who live by the standard Alpha and Omega rules. They are also highly protective of each other, and will gravitate to helping those who are like themselves, if they are hurt, lost, hungry, etc. I say this now, because these two were used as bait to trap other Kobolds. The humans who had them would harm them in some way, which would cause them to cry out, and attract a passing tribe. The tribe would then seek out the young ones, in an effort to alleviate their pains, and walk unknowingly into an ambush. Whereupon they would be either collared and sold, or killed and skinned for their fur.

Truly, it was heartbreaking what they had gone through, and once they spied my person, they began to whine and cry until I scooped them up. The pair then clung to my body, much as Puella had done in the beginning, and refused to let go. Even when I tried to lay them down to sleep, they would continue to whine and cry until I stayed near. Yes, anyone other than myself would have grown tired of them by now, but look at it from their perspective. They've been beaten and tortured throughout their short lives, and have finally found some semblance of peace in another kobold's arms. They have been well fed, given a warm place to rest, and were even encouraged, albeit slowly, to form a bond of friendship with the other children of varying races.

It was truly a heaven on earth, but I had worked to do, and the children, as much as I adore them, would only get in the way.

"I will be within the dungeon area today," I spoke slowly and softly, as I gently pealed them from my form's legs. Sitting upon the ground, with legs folded over one another, I watched as the pair yipped at each other whilst climbing into my lap. Once there, they settled against my thighs, and stared up at my person with hopeful expressions.

Sighing slowly, the tips of my claws, ever so gently, began to scratch their chests, neck, and chin. They exude soft sighs of contented pleasure, and leaned into the gentle scratches. "Aw, that's so adorable. Are these your pups?" A squatting rabbit-eared made appeared next to my person. She was wearing the standard short skirt maid outfit- yes, the one I detested-, and was staring at the little kobold pups with sparkling eyes.

"No," I rumbled slowly, and noticed the flame haired pup was chewing on one of my clawed fingers whilst staring up at the rabbit-eared maid with large eyes. "These pair were of those who were rescued from the auction house."

Her eyes grew wide as she stared at my person. "Are they alright?" She asked, a look of horror was plastered across her face.

My head shook in response, "No, but in time they will be." The maid then asked if she could hold them, as she had heard I was to visit the dungeons today. I responded with, "If they will accept you, then you may. They've become wary of all who are not liken unto their own." She was happy with my response, and dashed off to the kitchens for something.

Upon her return, however, she had in her hand a small plate of sliced, red meats. The meats were still oozing blood, and the young pair in my lap stopped their chewing of my fingers to stare towards the rabbit-eared maid's approach. She giggled when she saw the pair staring up at her after climbing onto my person's shoulders. "Looks like they're still hungry," she began to smile, had placed the plate of meats upon a cart, and pushed said cart over to where I sat. Once she was near us, the pups began to whine up at the cart, and cry towards my person. They desired the meats, and wanted me to retrieve it.

Taking out two smaller plates, the rabbit-eared maid set them down, and placed a couple of thinly sliced red meat onto them. This caused the pups to scamper over to it, and began devouring it as though they hadn't eaten for days. Once finished, however, the pair stared up at the cart, and began to whine once more. This action would repeat until they accepted the thinly sliced meats from her hands. After this, though, they began to yawn, crawl over to my person, curl up, and doze softly.

"Time for a nap," she said quietly, as I lifted the pair and deposited them into her arms, much to her amazement.

"I have work to do," my voice was a soft rumble, and I quickly left her with the pups.

At the entrance to the dungeon, I was met with a pair of four-armed Undying who, after saluting my now human self, entered behind my person. We paced slowly down the dimly lit hallway until we could hear the soft screams of pain and ecstasy from one of the female prisoners. Before reaching the room where the torture of said prisoner was held, I saw a familiar sight in the cell nearest the room. It was the new butler, looking a little worse for wear.

His entire attire was torn to near shreds, as he hung by his arms that were chained to the ceiling. His head had lulled forward, and looked to be unconscious, as small streams of blood dripped onto the floor from behind him. It seems he was whipped from attempting to bar my person from the dining hall. Regardless, I am sure he had learned his lesson, and would not do it again. Then again, it would be a shame to have to let his tongue rapidly flap annoying sounds once he was released. An Undying was sent to retrieve the key necessary to open the cell, and the torturer was invited to watch what happened next.

You see, after raiding all those brothels and auction houses, I had a new Conversion spell in my repertoire of spells. Which was, ">." Both of my arms were raised, my hands pointing forward, palms up, and fingers splayed out, as I intoned this spell. Energy most foul began to condense around my feet, swirling, growing ever larger. It was smoky black in texture, and began to slither and slide up and around my person.

Once it reached my chest, it began to form itself into an orb of inking darkness. My hands, on the other hand, had crackling violet energies rapidly forming in the center of both palms. This energy then leapt forward, latching onto the whipped butler, who awoke and began to scream a hauntingly painful scream. We could see his flesh beginning to char and peel away wherever the energies struck, and then it was gone.

Well, not entirely.

For you see, the energies had leapt into the mouth of the screaming butler, destroying and decaying his blood, flesh, and organs. The human then began to vomit up blood and bits of organ meat because of this, and we could see holes appearing all over his flesh. 'He must be dead,' is what many of you are believing, but I tell you this: He is still very much alive, as he is tortured and tormented in flesh, mind, and soul.

The human had been crying since the start of the torture, until his eyes could no longer produce any tears. No, but there were still fluids leaking from the sockets, and it wouldn't be until later we had realised his eyes had been shrinking, draining itself down his face. This would continue until there was naught, but empty sockets staring at everything and nothing.

At this time, however, the entirety of his flesh had begun to decay and fall off in great and small piles. This all started at the base of his feet, until only blood streaked bone could be seen. The flesh of his calves melted into puddles, whilst the meet and blood of his thighs fell off in great chunks that decayed into dust before it hit the ground. The skin and tendons of his hands were next to peel away, revealing rapidly decaying muscles that became bloated at first, and revealing a stench that made all, but myself, gag from the smell. The forearms and biceps followed the same route as his calves, and pools of flesh formed below them.

Next was the human's abdomen, whose skin began to decay and flake away as though a slight breeze had blown the flakes into nothingness. There was some fat around his abdomen, but were cooked off as the muscle, itself, was burning away. Right afterwards, came his external member and the organs attached to it, as they simply fell off, and into a puddle of flesh. Other organs, such as his intestines, soon detached themselves from his body, and began to pile up onto the ground.

Afterwards came the stomach, liver, kidneys, and lungs. However, the man was still screaming, even as his lungs fell out one after the other. His heart, on the other hand, was still beating, albeit frantically, as chaotic energies crackled around it. It seemed the energies were keeping him alive from just this. Well, that is, until the rest of his skin fell off, and his brain became a liquefied soup. It then flowed down the spine, and once it was drained, the screaming stopped as the once beating heart fell to the floor.

However, as much as people seemed to think it ends there, it does not.

Do you remember the inking orb that formed upon my chest? Well, it then launched itself onto this skeleton, changing it into a monster. For you see, this darkness began to devour the essences that made up the human. Another word for it is 'Soul', and this spell was devouring it. There was even a shriek of pain and torment emanating from the skeleton. It even began to buck and stiffen as it did so, until all was silent.

"Master," came a haunting call that seemed to come from everywhere and nowhere all at once. "Master," it called out once more, and I turned towards the skeleton to find it staring at my person. Pinpoints of crimson could be seen from the center of each eye socket, and my own lips began to stretch into a feral grin.

The Undying and the torturer ran away in fear, as I began to laugh a hauntingly insane laughter at this turn of events.