Life hadn't been particularly kind to you as of late. While your childhood hadn't been perfect it seemed that in recent years the gods seemed to be particularly interested in you, more specifically they seemed to be interested in finding new and interesting ways to bend you over and have their way with you like a cheap tavern wench. It all started about two years ago, on what was supposed to be a rather routine snatch and grab. The client wanted you to track down and take a magical artifact that was a family heirloom of his unrightfully stolen by a gypsy who'd recently gone blind. The money was good, the task simple, and while you were never particularly troubled by what society deemed to be morally correct the job fell on the better end of the spectrum so you could even claim moral high ground in this case if you so chose.
Tracking her down was simple. After asking around the last town she'd been seen in the people pointed you towards her hide out, a cave not too far out of town. What was less simple was actually getting to her. The cave was crawling with the undead, which should've been a dead giveaway that this wasn't just any gypsy. While necromancer gypsies were quite common these weren't your typical shambling skeletons, they were well armored, equipped, and powerful zombie creatures, each one quite a real threat to you. Still inspired by the prospect of reward though you pressed on, eventually coming face to grey eyed face with the gypsy. She was quite a looker, apart from the constantly bleeding bandages around her eyes.
Despite having no sense of sight she seemed to have no trouble tracking your movements, fighting you as an equal with magic and minions. While you had not entered with the intent to kill her, planning only on stealing the artifact and making it out unseen you were however forced to put her down to survive. Searching the cave though you found no artifact, and questioning the dying necromancer she informed you that she hadn't stolen anything. The person who sent you was actually a low ranking demon in disguise and a rival of this gypsy. He'd sent you here on false pretenses to murder someone he deemed a threat to his plans, though you didn't know what they were and the gypsy didn't tell you, instead using her dying breath and last of her magical energy to curse you!
While human animal hybrids were certainly not new most of the ones living today were either born that way from ancestors long passed or magically blessed who did so to themselves. They were second class citizens and seen as barbarians or even lower, animals, by many and the gypsy had transformed you into one! Not only that, but she changed your gender to female and gave you a very curvaceous body, visually pleasing features, and sultry voice to boot, making sure that you were either objectified by perverts, vilified by 'civilized' folk, or run out of town by racial purist mobs wherever you went! You had tried seeking magical aide but the mages informed you that the curse was a binding spell and could not be lifted unless you completed specific criteria. This one was bound to a person: the demon who'd sent you after the gypsy in the first place, and it'd only be lifted if the demon were slain. Filled with a passion for vengeance and wanting to return your life to some normality after the two years of abusive and degrading hell you set out on your journey, ready to kill the demon or die trying. You were an anthro...
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