Adventurers Gone Wild - Chapter 3

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Chapter 3

Adventurers Gone Wild set off to their designated photoshoot location to rendezvous with Tammerin 'Tammy' Rocan. While everyone was in high spirits, the same couldn't be said for Robyn, still very much a woman, who dragged her feet along behind the production crew. Coming with them again was the mysterious half-orc muscle man, breathing down Cordelius' portly imp neck.

They ventured into the afternoon wilderness, a place blanketed in oak and spruce trees, under the constant threat of monsters that could jump out at a moment's notice. At least until they emerged to a beautiful scenic lake fed by two small waterfalls from the cliffside mountains.

"Yo! Took ya long enough!" a husky voice called out.

Over by the water was a pale, green-skinned half-orc woman whose wide grin was framed by two small tusks at the corners of her mouth. Coarse, jet black hair was woven into dreads, decorated with wooden beads and tiny gold bands. The skin on her arms pulled taut against powerful muscles and smattered here and there with old burn scars. Likely from working sleeveless over a forge.

Tammerin Rocan, or better known as Tammy, was the owner of Tammy's Steel. By her side was a vardo wagon undoubtedly full of equipment from her store. Two unhitched oxens were drinking from the lake.

"Tammy! I'm Cordelius, director and producer of Adventurers Gone Wild. You can call me Cordy. All my friends do! We're looking forward to making money— er, working with you today!" Cordelius stuck a hand out, and the much larger half-orc flung him up and down just from a handshake.

"Sylvia filled me in. Three grand for your girls to model my new line of merchandise. So, who are the lucky gals?" Tammy asked, searching behind Cordelius.

"That, ughh…" He shook off the daze and extended his uncrushed hand behind himself. "That would be these two beautiful ladies, right here!"

Tammy scrutinized both Sienna and Robyn, but it was the latter that stole her attention.

"Oh! That elf girl has a real nice body! My biggest customers among the dickless are humes and elves," Tammy explained half in laughter and half seriously.

"W-Wait, don't tell me you know about my condition?" Robyn groaned.

"Sure I do! Sylvia filled me in. Don't worry. You're gonna find out right quick how well my wares will suit ya," she said, beckoning them to the equipment wagon.

As Skip, Dane, and Twinkle went searching for the best spot to shoot, Robyn and Sienna were given a first look into Tammy's new line of armor. The half-orc grabbed the handle in the back of the wagon and pulled. Out came a long rack of clothing and armor.

"I can't believe I'm about to try out the Tammy's equipment," Sienna breathed excitement into each word. "I see so many adventurers wear them, but I've never bought any for myself."

"Heh. You're in luck, ladies. Once we're done, you're welcome to take a couple of them free of charge!" Tammy insisted.

"I don't want any of these…" Robyn muttered lifelessly.

Cordelius came pushing through to check out the wares. "You're wearing them whether you like it or not. You agreed to this already, remember? It's in the contract, pal!"

"But how is stuff like this even practical?!" She pulled out a suit of bikini armor which was just a g-string made of padded gambeson.

Almost all of them paled in comparison to gear for men that protected the wearer in all the right places. If Robyn wore any of these, her vitals would be exposed. Hell, there were even nipple pasties in there!

"You forget the most important part. Many of these here are enchanted." Tammy picked out another bikini armor made of steel and tapped the 'breast' plate. A shimmer of energy traveled across the lingerie-like suit.

"Okay, but… why enchant something like this instead of a full suit of armor?" Robyn asked.

"Whaddya mean why? Have you any idea how expensive it is to enchant something per square inch? Besides, women aren't the only ones I intend to market to. I have a prototype for men right here." She lifted a steel crotch guard with an elastic band to wrap around the waist.

That's all it was. There was nothing else.

Robyn clenched a fist and punched her own head to knock the image away. Man, woman, or intersex, it didn't look like she was going to avoid this photoshoot.

"Anyway." Tammy stowed the crotch guard away. "Pick whatever you want to wear. There's a curtain partition around back if you prefer to change in private."

"Does it even matter at this point?" Robyn sighed at the bikini armor in her hand.

The two of them went around to the other side of the wagon. An awning had a pull-down curtain that went to their knees, and a partition board could be yanked out of the wagon to separate the space in half. When Robyn went to grab it, Sienna stopped her.

"We're both girls now. What's the harm in changing together?" Sienna asked.

"Huh. I guess you're right— is probably what you want me to say! Let go, Sienna. You just want to see me butt naked as a girl," Robyn said, pulling vainly against the draph's strength.

"Hell yeah, I do. I've known you with a dick since we started working together. I want to see what's under there now!" She ripped away the cloak, but Robyn clutched her shirt tightly to keep from losing that, too.

"Stop, damn it! If you rip these, I'll be walking home naked!"

"A small price to pay to see those elven tits and that snatch of yours!"

"No getting frisky unless it's on camera!" Cordelius shouted.

Not wanting to risk tearing the tunic, Robyn conceded to her friend.

"Fine! Just let me do it myself," Robyn said.

Sienna let go and watched on eagerly. Embarrassed even though they had seen each other naked plenty of times before, the genderbent Robyn undressed herself down to her birthday suit. She couldn't shake the nervousness, and so covered her breasts with an arm across her chest and other hand covering her crotch.

"Oh, my god. Robyn, you're hotter than Lilia. This pair of yours is something else, too!" Sienna clenched and unclenched her ten groping fingers.

"H-Hey! Idiot, we gotta get changed before Cordy yells at us again!"

After Sienna had enough, they helped each other into the bikini armor. Robyn wore a black one with red accents. On each breast was a small piece of fabric, barely large enough to cover her puffy pink nipples. The cloth bit uncomfortably into her, causing them to pulse with pleasure from just a little movement. Below, her only protection was a thong. The string in the back sunk into the crack between her cheeks.

As for Sienna, hers was red and silver. Light bits of chainmail hung down from the bra and waist strap, appearing more decorative than anything. At least they were given greaves and bracers. That was some protection.

When they emerged from the curtains, Tammy and the entire production crew erupted with all manner of reactions. Robyn's face heated up like someone was casting a fire spell right next to her. She tugged awkwardly against the strap that bit into her breasts.

"Good, good! Those are good expressions!" Cordelius exclaimed, kicking the cameramen duo into gear to take some pictures.

"I've performed so many sex scenes… This is so much more embarrassing… Just what kind of perverts would buy these?" Robyn asked under her breath.

"Haha! You already answered your own question! Believe me, I have pre-orders and custom commissions lined up for the next three years!" Tammy bellowed, her muscles flexing from a bout of laughter. "Still, is it just me or do you wear that really well?"

"Not what I want to hear. Can we just get these pictures over with?" she complained.

They were led over to the waterside, using the lake and waterfall as a backdrop. Skip and Dane began snapping shots immediately. Sienna was a natural. She effortlessly shifted from one pose to the next without skipping a beat. Meanwhile, Robyn was new to being a girl and posing as one.

"Robyn, buddy. You gotta give us more than just the shy look. Work that ass and those tits! Flaunt them!" Cordelius yelled.

"Kuh… Why don't you put these on?!" Robyn fired back. The string running up her butt was making her feel a different kind of thing. She glanced over at Sienna, who had leaned forward slightly to allow her magnificent draph breasts, barely contained within the sparse bikini armor, to hang and swing.

In an effort to impress, Robyn followed the same pose. She leaned forward and perched both hands on her knees, using the elbows to push her breasts out to appear more bountiful. Doing so caused the fabric to bite into her nipples.

"H-How's that?" Robyn asked.

"That's great, Robyn! Really spicy pose. More like that. How about one where you show off the back!" Dane exclaimed excitedly, drawing closer with the camera.

The compliments were making Robyn feel weird. She wasn't used to this. When filming sex scenes, the attention had always been on the women. The cameras were only trying to get Sienna or Lilia's best angles. On the other hand, he and his dick were just there to serve as a prop.

Now, Robyn was the center of attention. On that high, she obliged and turned around to stick her butt out. The camera came even closer. It was probably going to capture her ass and… the other hole at this rate.

A different and strange feeling welled up within her chest. She knew other people were going to see these pictures. That was the point after all. Despite this, she planted a hand on each of her cheeks and spread them apart.

Dane was taken back. He peeled back from the camera to check for himself, his eyes staring hard at Robyn's ass and pussy. It drove her wild. A trickle of sweat ran down her thigh. She was beginning to get turned on by this, especially seeing the bulge in Dane's pants.

Then the unthinkable happened.

"You… like what you see?" Robyn asked in a seductive manner.

"Whoa, whoa! Hey, we're not filming a porn intro here!" Cordelius barked from behind.

"Sorry!" Dane straightened up.

Robyn panicked and straightened her back, too, bumping into the camera that had gotten right up to her butt. She didn't want to knock over the expensive equipment and tried to scoot away. In doing so, her foot slipped on the wet ground, and she tumbled into the water.

The cold snapped Robyn to her senses. Her mind was racing with a thousand thoughts. Why did she just do that? Sure it felt good, but… Enough was enough. Robyn stayed put under the surface of the water. Dying was more preferable than returning. With any luck, some god was waiting to receive her soul and reincarnate her into a man again. She watched the production crew's distorted faces while sinking deeper and deeper into the lake.

A minute passed. Two minutes.

Why am I not dead yet? I should be drowning already!

Someone jumped into the water. It was Sienna, cheeks inflated with air and diving straight for Robyn. She looked terrified but was awash with confusion upon reaching her.

Robyn shrugged.

Sienna threw her hands up in exasperation, scooped Robyn up, and swam to the surface. Only the draph was gasping for breath.

"Oh, I forgot to tell ya. That specific bikini armor is enchanted with water breathing. Pretty neat, huh?" Tammy beamed.

"Neat, my ass!" Robyn cried, and then was forcibly made to face Sienna.

"I thought… you were drowning down there…" Sienna breathed a sigh of relief.

The worry on her face left Robyn wracked with guilt.

"Sorry, I—"

Sienna sank into the water. Ripples were left in her place. While everyone gaped, Robyn didn't waste another second and dove in. Sienna continued to sink deeper, leaving behind a trail of air bubbles. Something pulled her by the ankles. A sort of swaying weed at the bottom of the lake was reeling her down.

They both reached the bottom, and Robyn was at a loss. There was a skeletal remains of a wolf trapped in another cluster of seaweed holding Sienna. The two of them yanked helplessly at the aquatic vegetation, but it wouldn't budge. The draph winced. More air bubbles escaped her mouth.

Left with no other choice, Robyn grabbed hold of Sienna's cheeks and pulled her in for a kiss. She pushed all the air into her colleague's lungs. That should buy Sienna some time.

Robyn tried to swim back up only to have Sienna snatch her wrist. She offered her friend a reassuring nod.

I'm coming back for you. Hang in there! Robyn tried to convey through her eyes alone.

It worked. Sienna let go, and Robyn swam up. She was about to breach the surface when Skip plunged into the water. The dwarf, clutching the camera with panic in his eyes and his stocky legs flailing about, began to sink.

Robyn swam up to Skip and pushed him onto shore with the camera.

"Where's Milky?" Cordelius asked.

"You just pushed Skip in, didn't you? Dwarves can't swim!" Robyn growled.

"They don't? I mean— I would never! So, Skip. You get any footage?" The imp went for the camera instead of checking on his crewman.

There was no time to waste on their idiot director. Robyn searched the crowd for something— anything sharp.

"I need a knife or sword! Something really sharp to cut with!" Robyn exclaimed to everyone.

"I-I'm only an armorer…" Tammy said apologetically.

The other half-orc pushed everyone aside and drew a hunting knife. He kneeled down next to Robyn, giving it to her handle first.

"Thanks!" Robyn took it, but before diving back in, she shot Cordelius a murderous gaze. "Director or not, you throw another member of the production crew in, I'm cutting those wings off your back."

"Y-Yeesh. Alright!" Cordelius put his hands down and backed away from the water.

Robyn returned in time as Sienna was struggling to breath. She gave her another kiss, filling her lungs with air again. With a knife in hand, Robyn cut loose the seaweed-like vegetation. They swam back up, and everyone pitched in to pull them onto shore.

"I never would've imagined… being grateful for bikini armor…" Robyn had no energy left to complain after swimming up and down the lake wore her down to the bones.

"See! They have their uses after all!" Tammy exclaimed.

"More like the enchantment did the heavy lifting!" she retorted hastily.

"Sure, but would ya have gone down and back enough times in full plate?"

Robyn wanted to make a snarky remark, but this was a point taken moment. She sat up and was immediately tackled back to the ground by a grateful and teary Sienna.

"I thought I was going to drown alone down there…" Sienna wrapped her arms around Robyn tightly.

"Alright, alright. Can't exactly let you leave this world too soon. That'll leave me as the only in-house actress," Robyn teased, making light of the situation and earning a chuckle from Sienna.

They both got back to their feet, and Robyn went to return the knife to the half-orc. He appeared unusually shy, glancing away from her.

"I know it's not your job to save us, but thanks. That's twice now you've helped. You got a name?" Robyn asked, handing the knife back to him.

"Vred. Uhm… You might want to fix your armor," he said while avoiding eye contact.

Robyn glanced down. The bikini armor's fabric which covered her chest had slipped off, revealing two puffy nipples erect from the cold swim. She went red up to her ears and covered herself with both arms.

"What's wrong, Robyn? Aren't you used to being naked on camera anyway?" Sienna laughed.

"Of… Of course, I'm used to it! Only a woman would fluster from walking around naked. Even though I'm in this body, I'm still a guy. Yeah. Th-This doesn't bother me at all!" Robyn dropped her arms but slowly became even redder and more embarrassed. She covered herself and ran behind Tammy's wagon. "Ah, fuck it! I can't do this after all!"

After the gravure photoshoot, Tammy loved the pictures so much that she hooked Robyn up with some connections as thanks. Several of the armorer's associates owned and ran clothing stores. In addition to the few promised outfits from Tammy's Steel, they also gave Robyn a ton of free clothes.

However…

"Ugh. Fuck me." Robyn lifted a frilly white dress from the pile, staring at it through twitching eyes.

Everything was of the women's variety. She tossed it over her shoulder and picked out something else. This one looked like what a barmaid would wear. Another was a loose skirt and tight-fitted blouse. Where were the tunics and doublets? By the time Robyn went through them all, the pile was behind her and not a single one had piqued her interest.

"Robyn?" Sienna called and rapped her knuckles on the door. "Let's hit the streets. You can't stay cooped up in there all week again."

"Watch me!" Robyn shouted back.

Sienna kicked the door open, breaking the lock and knob.

"Gah— Are you crazy? There goes my deposit!" Robyn exclaimed.

"I'll pay for it if you go out with me. What's the harm? We haven't since you switched genders. I gotta return the favor after you saved my life earlier. Tonight's on me," Sienna insisted.

"In that case… I could go for a couple of drinks to take my mind off things," she muttered quietly. "But…"

They glanced at the mound of clothes on the ground.

Robyn relented and put on the green bar maid's dress, which was fitted with an underbust corset and skirt reaching down to her ankles. The two set off into the evening Morganta armed with a bulging coin purse.

Sentinel, their usual nightly haunt, was a grimy bar built over a canal and under the shadow of the city's church. Its suspect location had seen many drunk patrons falling into the water. Fortunately, no one has drowned. Yet. They always washed up on the banks outside the city.

Tonight was just like any other night. The floor was packed and every table was occupied. Shitty beer and rank sweat permeated the air. Robyn and Sienna sidled up to the counter where two open stools awaited them.

"I thought it was a joke, but the rumors are true. You really are a woman!" A burly human with a beer-stained apron behind the counter guffawed.

"Shut up and get me the usual swill, Jack. Keep 'em coming until I can't see." Robyn rolled her eyes at Sentinel's loudmouth owner, Jackson Grindstone.

Jack filled two large steins of beer frothing at the lip and slid them across the counter. Robyn knocked one back immediately. The bitter nectar burned going down, but after a week of not having any, it might as well be honey to her taste buds and therapy to her shambled mind. She pushed the empty stein back to the barkeep and had it back a second later, filled to the brim again.

"Hey, you're gonna wanna watch how many you pound down," Sienna warned, her eyes fixed tightly on her own drink and her hand over the top.

"Hm. Why?" Robyn asked.

"Milky! I thought we saw a familiar face!"

A group of rough men, likely members from the Civil Guard, surrounded them and kicked off neighboring patrons from their seats. One large elven guy with a mohawk threw an arm around Sienna's shoulders. They all smelled of booze and were probably another drink away from falling into the canal.

"Wait a minute. Ain't you from that new flick outta that one studio… Adventurers Gone something?" a scraggly-bearded man asked Robyn.

"She is! The one that turned into a babe at the end!" another added, leaning down next to her to get a better look. "Are you really that guy or did you pull a switcheroo at the end?"

A groping hand went to cop a feel, but Robyn snatched his wrist.

"Hey, hey… The only goods you get to touch are the flicks, buuuut… I might consider letting you feel me up for a drink." Robyn grinned, tugging on her tunic to show some cleavage.

They erupted into hoots and hollers. A woman's body was a weapon. A damn fine one at that.

"Robyn, what are you doing? Don't encourage them!" Sienna whispered frantically.

"Where's the problem? We're all guys here! Right?" Robyn asked and received a round of agreement from them.

The other men ordered beer, too, and they all shared drinks together. It felt good to talk to other guys for once. Before, they wanted nothing to do with him. Now, she was the center of attention. But it hadn't slipped Robyn's notice that Sienna was looking more and more uncomfortable.

"Sienna, you alright? You haven't touched your drink at all," Robyn said.

"I'm just not feeling it…" Sienna muttered quietly, keeping her hand over her drink

After taking a closer look, the same mohawk guy, who had an arm around her, was squeezing her breast. Robyn hadn't been able to see from where she was sitting, but now that she was paying attention—

"Hey, Milky~ You know what would really make this beer? How about you squirt a little something-something outta these jugs of yours? Bet it'd taste real good!" the mohawk guy exclaimed.

"Sorry, champs. We're grateful for the drinks, but it's getting late. We better get going. Right, Sienna?" Robyn gestured to the door, but the group tightened their formation to block them in.

"Going already? Night's still young! One more drink, what do you say?" the one who had been chatting Robyn up all night asked.

Take a damn hint! There had to be a way out of this… What about Jack?

The barkeep was on the far end of the counter, throwing worried glances their way. It didn't look like he wanted to get involved. Of course not. These guildies were regular patrons. He probably didn't want to get on their bad side.

Think, Robyn. Think! You got Sienna into this mess, so get her out!

"Alright, you convinced me!" Robyn snatched two beers right out of their hands. "We're gonna drink until I can't see shit anymo— whoaahh!"

She purposely spilled beer onto the two closest men, drenching their equipment wet.

"Hey, watch it!"

"The fuck— I just bought these last week!"

"Ahh, sorry… Everything's spinning and… urk!" Robyn pretended to choke back vomit and all of them stepped away.

"This chick is wasted. What a fucking buzzkill!" one of them growled.

This was their chance.

"I gotta hurl… my bad!" Robyn grabbed Sienna's hand and hurried out of the tavern.

As soon as they were out, the two of them booked it down the block. They pressed their backs to the wall of a building to catch their breaths. It didn't look like those guys had followed them.

"Well, damn. The wasted elf-chick act really grossed them out." Sienna laughed between panting breaths.

"Guess all those times drinking myself under the table came in handy… Earlier, why didn't you say anything? I could've done something sooner if you told me," Robyn said.

"As if I can…"

"Sure they're guildies, but it doesn't hurt to speak up—"

"Because I've tried it before, alright? It doesn't work. I can tell them to fuck off, and they'll think I'm playing hard to get. Sure, my hands can pop their heads like grapes, but I can't risk ruining my image. You never had to deal with any of this before, so don't pretend to know what I'm going through!" Sienna huffed.

Just looking her in the eyes returned a sharp pang of guilt to Robyn's chest.

"No, you're right… Sorry about earlier. I should've noticed sooner you weren't having a good time. Hell, I'm the asshole for letting them join when it was our night out." Robyn lowered her head apologetically.

Sienna glanced down at her hooves and sighed.

"Those guys probably won't buy your flicks anymore after that stunt," Sienna muttered.

"I'll cut back on the beer to make up for it." Robyn chuckled.

"You don't get it. Every time they whip their dicks out, they're gonna think about how you almost gave them your breakfast. I don't know your circumstances, but I got family to send money back to. Obviously I want to punch the assholes, but I don't want to make enemies out of the people who buy my stuff. You shouldn't either," she explained dejectedly.

Robyn reworded what she wanted to say a few times before realizing she didn't know what to say. They were a jumbled mess of thoughts. The two sat together quietly under the glinting night sky.

"Who needs their kleins? Those guys are probably paying our tab that we racked up tonight as a parting gift. Next time we go drinking, it's going to be just you and me. Maybe we'll drag some of the others from the studio along. I won't make the same mistake I did tonight. I promise," Robyn assured her.

"You better," Sienna said. "So… what now? Bar hopping time?"

"You're kidding me. You still want to drink?"

"Didn't you hear? Night's still young, and those guys soured my drinks earlier. You're picking up the tab to make up for it!" She jumped to her feet and extended a hand down.

"After I just said I'd cut back on drinking… Least you could've done is asked without guilt-tripping me." Robyn rolled her eyes and groaned.