Transcript Start :<br /><br />Legend foretold of a fated hero who would one day pull the legendary sword Excalibur from it's stone sheathe to do battle with the Dark Lord and bring light back into the world<br /><br />Of course, not many would know of how it was all just a big pile of baloney; spread by agents of the Dark Lord himself to ensure his reign would go on undisturbed. Drawn by the tales of the legendary sword, many people would try and fail to pull the blade from the ground, buried halfway into the face of an immovable boulder that wouldn't shatter, leaving no loopholes for anyone to exploit.<br /><br />And when someone worthy enough to pull the blade comes along? No one would ever hear from them again once they walked through the gates of the ancient sanctuary guarded by the Holy Order Knights, telling their comrades the sad news that there was nothing to bury after having failed the trial of the sword. In reality; another hidden arm of the Dark Lord stretching into human territory to ensure no word would spread of the true effects the blade would have on those that carried the Goddesses light within them.<br /><br />After all, there would be no threat if the threat itself never existed in the first place.<br /><br />Sensing the latent power of the sleeping Goddess, the sword would react by fusing with and corrupting the unlucky individual who resonated with it, implanting within them an overwhelming urge to see the blade clenched tightly in their arms run red with the blood of their enemies; being the former friends and family of the former human as they succumb to both the mental and physical effects of the blade turning them into a random breed of demon with the common outcome being that they would always be female, with a libido that would drive normal humans insane, matched only by the bloodlust constantly radiating from them.<br /><br />It had led to the discovery and labelling of such Demons as Cursed Swordswomen, being that they all bore the same blade with the same superior skill in the arts of swordsmanship and other unorthodox techniques more reminiscient of a wild beast, their voluptuous bodies covered in hardened scabs that doubled as armor, spreading from the hand that held their blade in an iron grip, only letting go when the finsihing blow was dealt to free the poor soul from their predicament, the sword burning itself up to either prevent capture or because it depended heavily on a host.<br /><br />Even if the blade was destroyed, the freed Swordswoman would still collapse and expire shortly after out of sheer exhaustion, sustained only via their link to the living blade and their overwhelming urge to kill and fill their needy holes. Their former comrades and the people they once sided with unaware that the corpse of the Swordswomen were once former humans that had the unlucky fate of falling into the Dark Lord's trap.<br /><br />Take Minoto here for instance, once a famed blademaster from another land, the proud warrior had travelled far from his hom, seeking the power to quell the Demons that plagued his people and the Dark Lord once and for all, like so many others had before him.<br /><br />Once he'd been led to the sword, all it took was for his hand to grip the black iron hilt before the trap was sprung, the inert sword glowng an ominous red as engraved patterns and cracks filled with crimson, the once holy artifact shifting into a far more demonic appearance.<br /><br />By the time Minato had noticed the insignia of the Dark Lord inscribed into the altered blade's hilt, it was too late to let go as an unberable fire explodes within his shrinking body, muscles melting into thick layers of fat and tender flesh, scarred skin healing over into hairless porcelain.<br /><br />Convulsing in pain as his arm was consumed by the black iron scabs spreading out from the blade, it didn't take long for the human man to succumb to the combined power of overwhelming bloodlust and hungering lust for sex, transforming the muscular warrior into a walking wet dream any man would have as the daemonified human stood there panting, buckling knees trembling as her hakama lay shredded over her unfamiliar body, black scabs acting as support and cover for her new set of D cup tits as a wild growth runs down her toned belly and fattened thighs, digging into her moist vagina as the tiny bit of Minato inside of the demon fought for existence.<br /><br />But as she threw her head back while releasing a guttural moan in a seductive voice far different from her former commanding baritone, the fight was all but over as she felt the stimulating feeling of the remnants of her penis finish settling snugly into it's new spot above the dripping lip, a sensitive clitoris aching to be pinched as a hot steamy breath exits her fanged maw, pupils dilating as they turn heterochromatic. A pair of fluffy fox ears erupted above her new head of orange hair, a bushy tail pushing its way out above her peachy rear, swaying playfully behind her luscious legs.<br /><br />Within seconds, the former Hero had been reduced into yet another Cursed Swordswoman, another addition to the ranks of the reviled demon subspecies as the guards at the site ready their shields, eyeing the scantily clad kitsune with caution as she giggles at the sight of them, pawing at the black scab covering her breasts with a claw tipped dainty hand in anticipation for what was to come.<br /><br />Although the Demons guarding the site knew better than to let their guards down at the site of the blushing kitsune staring hungrily at them with a fierce blush on her face, some were finding it incredibly hard to ignore her enticing body as she made her way towards them, childbearing hips swaying seductively with each step, milky tits jiggling with a healthy bounce, a trail of drool between curvy legs that caught the eyes with the sunlight refracting off of each string sliding down her thighs and onto the ground, all to distract from the curved weapon pointed directly at them<br /><br />Safe to say that by the time the Demons had driven off the newly created Cursed Swordswoman, they would lost almost half their number; most killed by the lethal precision of Minato's enhanced swordplay and the sole hero that had given himself up so that their comrades could successfully toss the maniacal kitsune into the teleportation circle with her partner, dooming him to an endless session of intense lovemaking that would only end with the death of her partner.<br /><br />Soon, the empty boulder would generate a new demon blade, ready to begin the cycle anew with Minato wandering the world as nothing more than a mindless demon alongside her numerous sisters, lusting for battle and pleasure wherever they went. Tormenting the very people they once swore to liberate from the Dark Lord they now served...<br /><br />Transcript End<br /><br />Image by Barbariank :&nbsp;<a class="external" href="https://www.deviantart.com/users/outgoing?https://www.pixiv.net/en/users/793572">www.pixiv.net/en/users/793572</a>